Honeymoon Gone Awry Part II Chapter 18

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As arranged, the following morning Doug was taken to Dr. Dennison’s home and would remain there for the next three weeks. If all went well, he would return a new man.  His mammoth twelve inch cock would be a formidable weapon. 

Meanwhile Andrea spent a restless night still trying to come to terms with everything that had happened to her since Tuesday when she was first seduced by Pastor Edwards. It seemed like such a long time ago, but in reality, it had only been three days. How could so many changes, both physically and mentally, occur to her in such a short period of time? It was now early Friday morning as she stared at herself in the mirror and saw a stranger staring back at her. She didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror. 

The reflection in the mirror had massively large tits for such a small frame.  This was the first time she actually got to see them since the procedure took place yesterday. The largeness and fullness of her magnificent tits left her in awe.  Her nipples were long and hard as they prominently stood out almost begging to be touched. Her naked cunt looked swollen and moist, but what stood out most prominently to Andrea were her eyes. There was a hunger in them, a wildness that was strange and unexplainable. 

She stared at this reflection for many minutes until Edgar walked up behind her and reached around to fondle her enormous tits. A shiver ran up and down her spine at his touch. She knew that she was that reflection in the mirror. The old Andrea was gone or at best hidden away in the recesses of her mind. This was the new Andrea that openly welcomed his hands on her massive tits and wanted much more as her clit throbbed with need.

She had always been ashamed of her large tits and was somewhat shy and introverted because of them. Men and boys alike stared at her, and she knew they had one thing on their minds. They never made eye contact. They were always staring at her tits. 

But now it was different as she gazed upon her reflection in the mirror. She liked her new larger tits. She could feel the added weight of them on her chest, and the enlarged nipples were highly sensitive and brought her great pleasure. Edgar’s hands on her felt so right. Tits were made to be handled and squeezed and to give pleasure. She planned on getting a great deal of pleasure from them.

“I see you’re quite wet, Andrea. You are so much different than your sister. Well, maybe not different, just more of a slut,” Edgar whispered in her ear as his hand traveled down towards her wet cunt.

“Oooohhhhhhh! Andrea groaned. “If Julie is a slut, I want to be a better slut. I want to be your nasty slut, Edgar.” Every nerve in her body was alive and on fire. She didn’t understand what was happening to her, but she liked it. 

“I think you need something to settle you down,” Edgar said as he walked over to the entrance of the suite and opened the door.

Duke was waiting there, sitting outside the door, knowing that his appetite for human cunt would soon be satisfied.

“Andrea, would you like Duke to take care of that itch between your legs?” Edgar asked as he led the Doberman into the room.

“God, yes,” she moaned. She loved the dog. Actually she loved what the dog did to her. His tongue was amazing and could reach places deep inside of her that no human tongue could even come close to touching.

“Get down on your knees, and spread your legs wide,” Edgar ordered, amazed at how willing she obeyed.

Not only did she drop to her knees and spread her legs, she also locked her hands behind her neck without being told, thrusting her massive 36 FF tits out as an offering to the beast.

Duke needed little encouragement as he ran his rough tongue over her left nipple, sending chills up and down her spine.

“Oh, yes, lick them, Duke,” she groaned.

Duke obliged her as he lapped away at her huge mammaries, paying particular attention to the rock hard nipples. He nipped at the long protruding tips and caught them between his teeth and tugged on them.

“Oh! Oh!” Andrea moaned, overcome with lust. She grew lightheaded as the dog attacked her massive chest being offered up to him. She never felt this alive before. She loved the dog’s mouth all over her tits. Deep down inside there was a faint voice telling her that this was wrong. It wasn’t natural for a woman and a dog to do this kind of thing, but she pushed those thoughts out of her mind as her cunt dripped its sweet nectar onto the rug.

Duke picked up the scent and worked his way down her belly towards the source of the nectar that he savored and enjoyed so much. His rough tongue lapped insistently at her sensitive clit, practically driving her mad with lust. She rocked back and forth as the Doberman continued its assault on her hot pussy.

“Get on your hands and knees, Andrea. Duke wants to mount you,” Edgar said.

Andrea’s groans became louder as she leaned forward and got up on her hands and knees, spreading her legs wide. She was willingly offering her cunt to this beast. She grew excited as she anticipated what was about to happen. Duke sniffed her wet cunt and licked her ass a few times before he heard the command from his master.

“Up, Duke!”

Duke mounted her like he would any bitch, and instinctively Andrea knew what was about to happen to her.  The beast was going to fuck her. 

A small voice deep within her very being fought to be heard, but she ignored it and would not allow it to come to the surface. She should be disgusted by the very thought of that animal putting his dirty doggie cock in her, but she wasn’t. She rotated her hips and became even more excited at the prospect of the beast making her his mate. Her pussy lips fluttered in anticipation of the unnatural coupling that was about to take place.

Duke jabbed forward with his cock that now was exposed and hard, coming out of hiding from its sheath. He missed his mark several times, but on his third stab forward his cock finally found her warm, wet tunnel. He rammed his long cock into her with a violent, jerking motion that took the girl’s breath away. 

She was inexperienced. This was all new to her. Only two days ago she had been a virgin, but now she was being pistoned at lightning speed by the Doberman that was relentless in his attack on her almost virgin cunt. Foam formed at her lips as he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Her tits were flaying wildly on her chest with every thrust from the beast.

Andrea was panting heavily as the heat built in her loins, and in a matter of minutes her cunt exploded as her juices gushed out of her with the force of her climax.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhh God!” she screamed as the climax ripped though her, sensitizing every nerve in her body. Her nipples grew even harder and more sensitive if that was possible.

Duke finally tensed and grew still with his cock still buried deep in her warm tunnel.  Andrea, recovering from her own climax, felt a tightness building in her cunt. The beast was growing, and the pain was excruciating. She didn’t know that, in reality, Duke’s knot was growing at the base of his cock, tying them together as one. He was reaching the height of his arousal as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Drool dribbled from his mouth onto her naked back.  

Duke remained still for several minutes, panting at the peak of his arousal. The large knot that had formed just inside Andrea’s cunt, tying them together, stretched the mouth of her cunt beyond belief. The pressure it caused underneath her clit set her off again as she exploded into another mind-blowing climax.  

“Aaaaaagggghhhhhh!” she screamed, growing dizzy from the sensations taking over her body.

Duke remained still as Andrea gyrated her hips, feeling the after effects of her second climax. She felt so full when suddenly the beast started spurting his hot cum into her cunt.  Their juices mixed as she felt his knot begin to throb. 

“Aaaaagghhhhh!” Andrea screamed as the dog’s cum flooded her cunt and his throbbing knot triggered another orgasm in the young girl. 

She now panted herself like a dog as her nipples brushed against the carpet, sending chills up and down her spine. Three orgasms in a matter of minutes defined what she was becoming. 

“You like it when Duke fucks you, don’t you, my dear?” Edgar asked as he grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head.

Andrea looked at him through glazed eyes and could see his large cock looming before her. She licked her lips in anticipation of what she knew instinctively he would require of her. She wanted his cock. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel his long, thick shaft entering her throat. She wanted his cum. She needed cum so badly. 

“Give me your dentures!” he demanded.

Andrea struggled to hold herself up with one arm feeling the weight of the beast on her back as she quickly removed her dentures and handed them to Edgar. 

Then still holding her by the hair, he rammed his cock down her throat with one violent thrust. He was buried up to his balls in her mouth as he started fucking her throat, making it his cunt. His balls slapped against her chin with every thrust as he used her hair as a handle to pull her forward, forcing his cock even deeper into her throat.

Meanwhile Duke tried to pull free, but he was still tied to the human bitch. He finally lifted his left leg and crossed it over her back so that they were facing away from each other. He pulled, but could not break free yet.

She was pulled to and fro by man and beast as Edgar pulled her forward onto his cock with every thrust, and Duke pulled in the opposite direction trying to free himself.  The stimulation was too much for her as she envisioned the cocks engaged in a tug of war that left her caught in the middle. She exploded once again as another orgasm ripped through her body. She groaned around the cock buried in her throat totally overcome by the lust that consumed her.  Edgar smiled down at the crazed girl, knowing that she was a rare jewel indeed.  If only Rev. Richard Matthews could see his daughter now!

The dog finally broke free and retreated to a corner of the room to lick his cock clean.

Edgar’s cock swelled in the once virgin throat of Julie’s younger sister and spewed forth his hot cum, dumping load after load directly into her belly. Andrea swallowed greedily, savoring the salty taste of the warm cum that she was quickly becoming addicted to.

When he was finished, he took his now limp cock out of her mouth and left her there on her hands and knees, panting.

“Take a shower, Andrea, you’re a mess. We have a great deal to accomplish today!” Edgar ordered.

Andrea silently rose and headed for the bathroom with the dog’s cum running down her leg. Yes, she was a mess but for the moment felt satisfied, knowing that she had been well fucked.

It was now 10:00 AM, and Edgar and Andrea were enjoying a leisurely breakfast. Juanita left early to purchase several bras that would be suitable for her to wear now that her old ones were too small and of no use. There was time enough to purchase a new wardrobe for her, a wardrobe that would suit her new station in life. 

“Andrea, talk to me,” Edgar said.

“What do you want me to say?” she asked.

“Tell me how you feel right now. What are you thinking?” he asked. 

“You tricked me, Edgar,” she stated.

“You are correct. I did trick you and bring you here under false pretenses,” he replied.  

“Yes, you did,” she agreed.

“Yesterday I made some very dramatic changes to your body, yet you don’t seem to be too upset about it. Let’s face the facts. It’s not every day that a young girl of eighteen has all of her teeth removed and replaced by dentures. It’s also not every day that a large titted girl like yourself has their tits enlarged even more.”

Andrea was quiet for a moment.

“I know I should be upset with you for doing those things to me. I should hate you. You violated me in the worst possible way,” she said quietly. “Yet, deep inside it excites me, and I don’t know why. I’ve always done the right thing all of my life, and now this.”

“I think you’ve discovered something about yourself,” Edgar replied.

“Yes, and it scares me, Edgar.  Everything seems so right. I’ve spent my whole life being good and living up to my father’s expectations, but I never felt fulfilled.  This morning Duke got me so hot and excited. It should bother me being violated by a dog, but it doesn’t.” 

Andrea had changed in many ways, but one thing that didn’t change was her honesty. She was telling the truth. The power that Edgar exerted over her excited her and left her craving for even more.  She liked the crude manner in which he talked to her. No one had ever dared talk to her like that before. The more he abused her, the more she liked it.

“Well, I’m not stopping now,” he chuckled. “You have another full day ahead of you, and more changes, my dear. Everything I do to you will transform you into a nasty slut, lusted and fought over by men and women alike.”

A slight smile crossing Andrea’s lips and a glint in her eye did not go unnoticed by Edgar.  This girl wasn’t intimidated at all by what he had in store for her. 

“I know what your intent is, Edgar, but you don’t see me fighting it, do you?”

“No, and that’s a wise decision on your part. Now, stand up, slut, and let me take a look at you,” he ordered.

Andrea rose and sauntered over to Edgar. She has a difficult time walking for her host decided that her six inch heels weren’t appropriate. She was now wearing seven inch heels which forced her to stand on the very tips of her toes much like a ballerina. It was extremely uncomfortable, and she found it hard to maintain her balance; but she was determined to make the best of it and learn to walk in them if that’s what he wanted.  Her calves were tight and her muscle tone was accentuated by the height of the heels. Every movement was alluring and seductive as her tits bounced with every step she took.

She was actually wearing seven inch black over-the-knee boots which was one of Edgar’s favorites. She also wore a short black mini skirt that barely covered her luscious ass. Her new red bra exposed a great deal of cleavage but provided the necessary support for her 36 FF tits that weighed heavily on her chest. The white silk blouse that was left partially unbuttoned completed her outfit.

Edgar liked what he saw. She looked amazing, and he was tempted to take her right there on the spot, but there was work to be done.  He was on a mission, and he was determined to make her transformation as swift as possible unlike Julie where he proceeded with caution. 

Psychological she had adjusted extremely well and seemed to crave the perverted things he was doing to her.  The more he demanded of her, the more she gave. She was like a succubus that was unable to quench the thirst that was feeding off of everything he did to her.

Her three climaxes while coupled with Duke this morning did not go unnoticed by him. As a matter of fact, she was ready to move on to bigger and better things. He would attend to that this morning after he dropped her off. She would spend the day with an old friend of his who would be providing her with some new jewelry. 



Glen and Martha Clump were a throwback to the 1960’s, a time when it was fashionable to rebel against the establishment and do your own thing.  All of his life, Glen lived on the fringe, a loner who was content to just get by but never really making anything of himself.  Edgar befriended him many years ago and was more than generous in elevating his lifestyle simply because he was outstanding at his profession and, just as important, discrete.  

Edgar wanted Andrea pierced, and he wanted it done quickly and professionally. Glen was that person. Now in his latter years, 70 years old, Edgar occasionally called on him to handle special jobs. This was one of those times.  He would leave Andrea with him. They already discussed exactly what was to be done. 

The duo arrived at Glen’s home around 11:30 AM.  Andrea still had no idea where they were going or why. Edgar told her that they were visiting one of his old friends. 

Edgar knocked on the door and an old woman answered. She reminded Andrea of some of the elderly ladies who attended her father’s church. She figured that this was Glen’s grandmother. 

“Martha, how are you?” Edgar greeted the old woman warmly.

“Just fine, Edgar. It’s been awhile,” she answered.

“Yes, actually much too long,” he said as he hugged her warmly.

She seemed like a nice old lady. Actually, she could have been Andrea’s great grandmother.

“Please come in. Glen is in the living room,” she said. The old woman eyed Andrea curiously.

“I imagine that your husband has been keeping busy?” Edgar said, making conversation.

“Actually, he doesn’t do very much nowadays, what with his arthritis and all,” she answered.

Andrea found this curious. Did Edgar say husband? She was under the impression that Glen was a much younger man.

An old man, shrunken and mummy-like, sat in a recliner. He rose unsteadily when he saw his wife and guests enter the room.

“Glen, how are you, my old friend,” Edgar inquired, approaching the old codger.

“Well, Edgar, to be perfectly honest, I’ve seen better days. It seems that there’s a new pain with each passing day,” he chuckled.

“I know what you mean,” he added.

“I take it this is the young lady you were talking about?” Glen asked as he approached Andrea.

“Yes, it is,” Edgar smiled.

“Well, Martha, it looks like we have our work cut out for us today,” he commented as he stood in front of Andrea.

“What’s your name?” Glen asked.

“My name is Andrea, Glen,” she answered.

Glen reared back and slapped her a stinging blow across her left cheek and caught her right cheek on the backhand.

Andrea was shocked by the sudden outburst of violence. The pain was excruciating as her mouth fell open. She was unable to speak. She never expected that kind of brute force from the wizened, old man.

“You are to address me as Mr. Clump, and you will address my wife as Mrs. Clump.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” she whimpered as she started to rub her red cheek.

He slapped her hand away.

“Never touch yourself unless given permission. Now get those damn hands out of the way. Place them behind your neck so that I can get a better look at you,” Glen ordered.

Andrea obeyed immediately not quite sure what she did to deserve such treatment. He certainly was a cantankerous old man.

“Damn kids today don’t have any manners,” he said to Edgar who nodded in agreement.

It was obvious who was in charge.  Glen was not the type to take anything from anyone. Even at seventy, he was a force to be reckoned with.

“Well, let’s see what she’s got!” suggested Martha.

“Damn good idea!” Glen agreed as he smiled at his wife.

Glen started to unbutton her blouse, and, although he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, he was excited by the massive tits that were slowly coming into view. He’d seen some pretty big tits in his time, but most of them were fake. These looked like the real McCoy.

“Get that damn blouse off!” he scowled at her.

Andrea lowered her arms and removed her blouse. She quickly placed her hands back behind her neck, not wanting to rile the old man further. Why was she here anyway?

Martha stepped in front of the young girl and lifted her bra encased tits in her old, wrinkled hands. She squeezed and tested them for several minutes. 

In spite of herself, Andrea couldn’t help but get aroused by the attention her hefty tits were receiving from the old woman. Her nipples grew rock hard and were poking forward against the fabric of the bra which confined them. She knew these feelings weren’t right. This woman was old enough to be her great grandmother, but she couldn’t help how she felt. The old Andrea would be appalled, but the new Andrea welcomed the attention.

“They sure feel real to me!” she exclaimed.

“Get that damn bra off, woman, and let’s see what we got to work with.” Glen ordered.

“Yes, dear,” Martha replied lovingly to her husband. 

The old woman with some difficulty released the clasp on the front of Andrea’s bra. The cups sprang away and released the young girls 36 FF tits for the old couple to see.

“Well, Glen, if you don’t mind, I have some business to attend to and will pick up Andrea later,” Edgar said.

“Not a problem. Everything will be done by the time you return,” Glen said amiably to his friend as he walked him to the door.

Andrea was upset. Not only was it the fear of the unknown, but the old man was like a bomb with a short fuse ready to explode. She had no idea why she was there except that she knew Edgar was having something done to her today. A small nagging voice in the back of her mind sought to be heard, but she ignored it as the old lady concentrated on her nipples.

Martha had each of her long, hard throbbing nipples captured between the thumb and forefinger of her hands, and the old woman showed that she had amazing strength for her age as she applied more and more pressure to those oversensitive nubs. She pulled and twisted them viciously, fascinated by the resiliency of the massive tits on this young girl.

“I think she likes it, Martha. The bitch is wet,” Glen commented as he reached under her skirt and felt her wet cunt.

“I had a feeling she was into pain,” Martha commented.

“Oooooowwwwww! Please don’t!” she groaned.

The old lady reluctantly released the girl’s hard throbbing nipples. They were right. She loved the attention her tits were receiving even though she knew it went against everything she had been taught since she was a young child. She didn’t care though. She left that life behind when her innocence was taken by a man of God who was supposed to be her spiritual leader. She would never forgive Pastor Edwards for deceiving her and starting her on her journey down this dark road, but at the same time she had no feelings of animosity for him. 

“You like that, Andrea,” cackled the old woman as she slapped the girl’s massive left tit. 

“Yes, Mrs. Clump,” she moaned as another blow fell on her exposed, vulnerable tits.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The blows landed on her enormous tits, getting the young slut wetter and wetter. Her knees went weak, and she found it hard to maintain her balance in the seven inch heels. They could do anything they wanted to her. She didn’t care as long as it felt good. She thrust her tits out even more as an invitation to the old woman to hit her again.

“What a slut, you are,” Glen commented with disgust.  “My God, she’s wetter than a two bit whore.”

“Well, Glen, I can tell you she’s sure getting these old bones worked up,” Martha added.

“Well, she damn well better do something about it because I’m too busy to be bothered right now,” Glen replied irritably.  The last thing he wanted was his wife making demands on him. “Get on your knees.”

Andrea obeyed without hesitation as she dropped to her knees, careful to keep her hands locked behind her neck.

“Spread those legs! I want to see your nasty cunt,” Glen ordered.

Andrea spread her legs as wide apart as she could with her skirt still on. She knew she was wet down there. She knew that their poor treatment was arousing her.

The old lady unbuttoned her house coat and let it drop to the floor.

Andrea was not prepared for the sight that assaulted her senses. The old lady was all wrinkled and shriveled up like a prune. She looked like she had soaked in a tub of water for too long, but after all she was seventy years old she reasoned. What did this woman expect from her?

“Give me your dentures!” Martha demanded.

Andrea looked at her incredulously.

“Yes, we know all about your teeth, honey. We know everything about you,” she said, holding out her hand.

Andrea removed her dentures and handed them to the old lady. She set them on the table and then removed her own.

“I’ll put mine over here so they don’t get mixed up,” she cackled, cracking a joke at the poor girl’s expense.

She walked back over in front of Andrea and ran her fingers through her long, brown hair. She was massaging her scalp as she pulled her head closer and closer to her ancient pussy that was oozing for the first time in months and as a result in desperate need of attention.

At first Andrea felt totally disgusted, but the massaging of her head was like an aphrodisiac as she relaxed more and more. Her mouth drew closer and closer to the old lady’s cunt.

“Lick it,” she whispered.

Andrea obeyed, still enjoying the fingers that were gently massaging her scalp. Her tongue found the folds of the ancient cunt and separated them. She could taste the old woman. The taste was tart, and she smelled like rancid fish as she mindlessly pushed her tongue between the old woman’s labia.

“Use your gums, slut, and massage my pussy lips,” ordered the old woman.

In the meantime Glen grew curious as he walked up behind the girl and reached down, seeking out the hard nipples that he would soon be working on. He pulled and twisted them as the slut continued to eat out his wife’s cunt, a job he never relished.

Martha grabbed the girl by the hair and ground her cunt into her face, harder and faster. 

“That’s it, chew on my clit,” groaned the old woman. Was it possible that she was going to have an orgasm?

Poor Andrea’s face was covered in her sticky juices as she frantically worked to get her off. She found the bizarreness of the situation arousing as she felt her own juices leaking out of her snatch. What would her father think of her now? 

Glen resorted to smacking the mammoth mounds as his cock started to get hard. It had been quite some time since he was last able to get it up, and he was pleasantly surprised when he felt that tightness in his jeans.

“Glen! Glen! I think I can do it, but make her lie down!” moaned the old woman as she reluctantly backed off, releasing the girl’s head.

“On your back!” ordered the old man, and Andrea obeyed, not fully comprehending what was happening.

The old crone straddled Andrea’s head and lowered the shriveled, wrinkled folds of her messy cunt over her face, blotting out the light of day.  

Andrea’s face was covered. The old lady rode the poor girl’s face as she encouraged her to suck and massage her with her gums.

“Use your tongue, damn it! Use your tongue!” she ordered the girl as she rode her faster and faster.

Poor Andrea’s world had been reduced to one of darkness as she worked frantically on the woman’s pussy, hoping to please her before she was suffocated to death. The foul smell of the woman was overpowering, and her stomach heaved as she lapped up the juices that were now flowing freely. The old lady became more frantic with each passing moment and then tensed as the slut attacked her clit with her gums.

“Aaaaagggghhhhh!” she screamed as her orgasm ravaged her ancient body for the first time in many months. Her juices gushed from that ancient hole and bathed the young slut’s face and filled her mouth to overflowing. 

Martha rode her face for some time as she ground her clit into the girl’s nose, using it like a little cock to tantalize her sensitive clit. She thought for sure that times like this were over for her, but the sight of this slut breathed new life into her. She savored the moment as the fires burning within her quickly died out.

In the meantime Glen removed his jeans to nurture the erection that was instigated by the young vixen.  He stood looking down at the voluptuous wench as his wife finally lifted herself up and allowed the girl a breath of fresh air.

“Look what you’ve done!” he exclaimed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Clump,” she cowered, fearing that he might strike her again. 

“Don’t be sorry. Do something about it!” he demanded.

Andrea crawled over to him and flicked out her tongue, teasing the tip of his semi-erect cock. The ancient member twitched when her warm tongue came in contact with it. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft and sucked gently on his balls.

The old man groaned. It had been so long since he felt a pair of warm lips caressing his cock.

She then took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop. She used her gums and ran them all over his cock which was now hard and throbbing. This was much better than the old woman’s rancid pussy.

“That’s it! Just like that. Suck that damn cock,” he moaned.

Andrea became bolder taking more and more of the old man into her mouth. He wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination, but he still had a stiff seven inch boner protruding from his belly. 

Her parents would kill her. She was committing disgusting acts that they would never condone even if she was their daughter. She would be disowned if they ever found out. Her father preached fire and brimstone, and she knew she was headed straight to hell. 

Glen looked down and watched the young slut as his cock disappeared inch by inch into her mouth.  He could see that she was enjoying herself and getting more aroused as it entered her throat. He felt every inch of his cock engulfed in this girl’s warm, inviting mouth. She had taken the whole thing as her nose pushed against his pubic hair.

This was too much for the old man as he grabbed her by the hair and rammed his cock in and out of her throat. The feeling was exquisite and one he would relish for a long time to come, but he didn’t want it to end yet. He reluctantly withdrew his ancient weapon from her mouth.

He then lay down on the floor with his rigid pole standing at attention.

“Get on top!” he ordered. “And get rid of that damn skirt!”

Andrea quickly removed her skirt. All that remained were her seven inch over-the-knee boots. She was exhausted from the abuse but sexually charged by the bizarreness of the situation.  This is what she needed. This is when she felt most alive. She needed to be used like a common whore in order to satisfy the cravings within her. This was her true calling, to hell with her father and the teachings of the church. The fact that Glen was old enough to be her great grandfather just made it more exciting for her.

She straddled the old man’s legs and lowered her sopping wet cunt over his cock. 

“Get your hands back behind your neck, you tramp! Can’t you follow directions?” he said, taking delight in verbally abusing her.

Andrea complied now finding it difficult to balance herself while still wearing the seven inch boots. The tip of his cock twitched when it separated her cunt lips and began its ascent into her warm, tight hole. 

If you had asked her a week ago what she would be doing today, this would be the farthest thing from her mind. At that time her mind was pure, but now it was perverted. Last week she would have been disgusted by the thought of fucking this old man, but today she welcomed it as the lust within her ran rampant in her veins. 

All seven inches was buried in her now. 

“Now ride my cock like your life depended on it!” Glen ordered.

Andrea lifted herself up and then lowered herself back onto his cock.

“Not like that! Don’t you know anything?” he chided her. “After you raise yourself up, just drop yourself down on my cock.”

Andrea wanted to please the old man. She did as she was instructed. She dropped herself on his cock, ramming his stiff rod up her cunt.

“Now do it faster, slut! I want you to really work at it!”

Andrea moved up and down the ancient shaft faster and faster as she became more aroused. Her clit was hard and being stimulated with every downward thrust.

“Faster, damn it! Faster!” he ordered, and the girl obeyed.

She was faster than lightning as she impaled herself on his shaft at a frantic pace. Her body was covered in sweat as her tits bounced up and down on her chest out of control. They smacked against her rib cage with each downward thrust forcing her to feel the full weight of the massive orbs. They ached horribly, but this only added to her arousal.

Glen watched as she bucked up and down out of control. He could see the lust in her eyes as she licked her lips and groaned loudly. It excited the old man that he was having this kind of effect on such a young, desirable woman. If it wasn’t for Edgar, he would never have opportunities like this.

The sight of this young slut riding him as if her life depended on it was too much for the old man to bear.  He knew he was close as his cock swelled and then spewed forth his vile cum into her unprotected cunt.

The warm sperm filling her hole triggered her own orgasm.

“Aaaaaaagghghhhh!” she screamed as it ripped through her. She rode him even faster and harder as her sensitive clit throbbed uncontrollably. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Did I give you permission to cum?” Glen shouted as he smacked her tits with the flat of his hand.

Andrea looked guilty not realizing that she needed permission to cum.

“I didn’t know…”

“You’re not very smart, are you? You’re nothing but a dumb cunt that’s good for only one thing,” Glen interrupted.

“Thrust those fucking tits out!” he ordered. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

Andrea groaned as she obeyed the old man, wondering what he was going to do to her now.  She arched her back, thrusting her tits out further as an offering to him.

“Martha, get my riding crop!” he ordered.

Andrea sat there with the old man’s cock still buried in her cunt, thrusting her tits out to be beaten by this perfect stranger. Chills ran up and down her spine as she waited in anticipation. Her hips moved slightly as she felt the old man’s cock in her cunt. She should be filled with dread, but she wasn’t. The thought of him using the riding crop on her further stirred the feelings of lust raging within her. She knew that pain did strange and wonderful things to her. She had a taste of that already today.

He took the crop and smacked her on the side of her left tit.

Andrea winced in pain.

He smacked the side of her right tit.

She held her position and stared at him with a defiant look on her face.

Glen increased the force of his blows as they landed at a steady pace on her vulnerable tits. She found that the pain was at times unbearable, but unconsciously she rotated her hips with the cock still buried in her. It was a good pain.

Determined to break the girl, Glen concentrated on her nipples. The next blow caught her right nipple.

“Aaaaaaggggghhhh!” she screamed as her nipple exploded in pain.

Then he nailed her left nipple.

“Aaaaagaggghhhh!” another scream escaped her throat. She wanted to be strong and remain silent, but she couldn’t restrain herself. 

Her hips still rotated even though her tits were being unmercifully punished.

“Have you had enough, slut?” he asked.

Something snapped in Andrea as the abuse was driving her closer and closer to a climax. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more. She needed more.

“Is that the best you can do, old man?” she replied, defiantly.

Glen clinched his fists tightly at the impertinence of this slut who would dare speak to him in this manner. His cock twitched as it showed signs of new life. 

He reared back and brought his riding crop down on the side of her left tit with blinding speed. The force of the blow almost knocked her off of his lap, but she held her own. The sound that came from her mouth started at the pit of her stomach and rose upward.

“Ooohhhhhh myyyyy Goddddd!” she wailed as her tortured tit was set on fire.

“Had enough?” he asked smugly.

“That’s your best?” she forced herself to say through gritted teeth as she twisted her massive tits back and forth, allowing them to smack into each other with every turn of her hips.

“You stupid, bitch. You want more? You’ll get more!” he screamed as he threw down his riding crop and reached for her long hard nipples. He squeezed her sensitive nipples unmercifully as he twisted and pulled, distorting the shape of her gigantic tits.

Andrea was delirious as her pain-filled tits received the punishment for her indiscretion, but in the midst of all the pain and abuse, a fire built in her loins that soon burned out of control and consumed her as she had a violent orgasm that sent her whole body into paroxysms.  Her teeth chattered as every nerve in her body was ignited by the pain that became an aphrodisiac to her.

The old man in all his years had never seen anything like this before. This girl was such a total slut that he found it hard to believe that it was only four days ago that Edgar had acquired her. Amazing as it might seem, his cock was resurrected as it grew to full length once again still buried in her warm cavern and filling her up.

It had been ten years since he had two erections in one night, and he enjoyed the exquisite feelings coursing through his revitalized shaft. He resorted to smacking her tits with the flat of his hands.

“Ride me harder, you slut!” he commanded.

Andrea was on overload as her whole body was sensitized by her last earth shattering orgasm. She rode him harder and faster as he continued to beat her tits. This only encouraged her and spurred her on. Every inch of her body was covered in sweat as she impaled herself on his ancient pole. 

“You dirty slut! Is that the best you can do?” he derided her.

Andrea stared at him defiantly with lust-filled eyes as she rode his cock at blinding speed. The verbal abuse only spurred her on and excited her even more. She knew he was right. She was a slut. She was a cum loving slut who loved the feel of even this old man’s cock violating her.

“You’re nothing but a big titted bimbo,” he hissed as his own climax was fast approaching.

She just gazed at him and licked her lips. His words were like a shot of adrenalin that just encouraged her to give him the pounding of his life. 

“Get up! Get off of me, you slut!” he commanded.

Andrea reluctantly dismounted the old man, feeling a void when his long, hard cock plopped out of her hot hole. She panted, out of breath as her sweat covered tits rose and fell on her chest with every labored breath she took.

He slapped her hard across the face.

“Get your hands back behind your neck, you dumb slut. Don’t you ever learn?” he derided her. “Martha, get the box!” 

Martha quickly retrieved and brought over a black box. She handed it to her husband.

“So you want my best?” he chided her as he opened the box and retrieved a two inch needle. “Then I’ll give you my best!”

Glen placed the tip of the needle in the middle of her long, hard nipple and applied pressure.

Andrea’s eyes went wide as she looked on in horror. She whimpered, fearing what he might do to her.  She dared to challenge him, and now she was paying the price for her indiscretion. In the midst of this madness she discovered that her nipples grew even harder at the touch of the sharp metal point.

He applied more pressure, and the tip of the needle broke through her skin and disappeared in her nipple.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” she cried out in disbelief.

“I’m going to give you my best, you bitch!” he hissed as he drove all two inches of the needle into her left nipple.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh noooooo!” she wailed as pain consumed her hard sensitive nub. It was a searing pain, and he wasn’t finished as he retrieved another needle and drove it into the center of her right nipple. 

“Ohhhhhh myyyyy  Gooodddddd!” she screamed as her tits were consumed in pain. A single drop of blood formed around the head of each needle.

Glen stood back, satisfied that he had shown the slut who was in control. 

Andrea looked down at her tits and could see only the very ends of the needles visible to the human eye. All two inches of each needle was buried in her massive tits. 

The unbearable pain dulled and Andrea felt the fire burning hotter in her loins.

“WHACK!”

He caught her left nipple with his riding crop. 

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!” she screamed.

The pain was agonizing, but at the same time it stoked the fire burning within her. 

“WHACK!”

He caught her right nipple with his riding crop. 

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!” she screamed as more pain exploded in her nipple, sending her even higher.

“Get down on your knees!” he ordered.

She mindlessly obeyed as her nipples became the center of her universe. All that she was aware of was the horrible pain in her tits that was like an aphrodisiac to her.

“That’s it?” she asked defiantly as she thrust out her tits, challenging him. She needed more.

Fire burned in his eyes as he reared back and caught her left nipple dead center with his riding crop. Without hesitation he zeroed in on her right nipple.

“Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!” she wailed as her body went into convulsions.

In the midst of her climax he grabbed her by the hair and in one violent thrust, buried his cock down her throat. He wanted her to taste his cum. He wanted to fill her belly. Her tight throat was spurring him on as he rammed her unmercifully. He used her ears like handles as he rammed his cock in and out of her throat at lightning speed. 

Andrea grew dizzy as the cock pistoned in and out of her throat. She rode out her climax as her tits flayed wildly on her chest with the full length of the needles imbedded in her nipples. She savored the taste of the old man’s cock. Her hard clit throbbed, alive and desperate for more attention.  She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. She wanted his warm cum filling her belly. 

Then the old man tensed, and she could feel his cock swelling in her throat before the first blast of warm cum spewed forth. She swallowed greedily as spurt after spurt of cum filled her belly. She loved the taste of cum and sucked avariciously, wanting more and more of the precious white substance. 

The old man was exhausted, but Andrea sucked greedily on his flaccid cock in hopes of drawing a few more drops of the sweet cream out of him. He was drained. There was no more, and her efforts were all in vain.

He finally pushed her away and looked at his wife.

Martha walked over to the delirious girl and kicked her in the side, forcing her to roll over on her stomach. Her huge tits were flattened against the floor, making her even more aware of the long needles buried in her nipples. 

“Oooooooowwwwww!” she yelped in pain.

Martha was not a mean woman, but she was awed by the girl’s reaction to her husband’s abuse. A thought occurred to her, and she climbed up on the girl’s back, adding more weight and pressure which only flattened the slut’s tits even more, driving the needles deeper into her tit meat.

Andrea groaned, delirious from the pain as she felt her sensitive clit responding.  She ground her clit against the cold, wooden floor as the old lady walked all over her back, knowing that she was driving the needles deeper still.

“Oh God, help me!” Andrea groaned as her groin moved at a frantic pace, grinding down against the floor boards.

As his wife continued to apply pressure to the poor girl’s back, forcing the needles to move around in her tit meat, Glen stepped between her frantically moving legs and placed his foot under her.

Andrea went wild as she forced his toes up her pussy, seeking out the relief that she so desperately needed.  Inch by inch his foot was buried deeper and deeper into her cunt as the fire within her built and burned out of control. She knew it was the old man’s foot violating her, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the itch between her legs that was driving her insane.

Glen kicked his foot forward, burying it deeper and deeper until his big toe was stopped by her cervix. This was the trigger that threw her into convulsions.

“Aaaaaaaggghhhh!” she wailed as the orgasm washed over and consumed her. She flopped around on the floor like a fish out of water when Martha finally relented and got off of her back. At the same time Glen removed his foot from her wet, gapping hole.

“Get those damn needles out of her, and then get her cleaned up. We have work to do,” he said to his wife. The old woman forced the spasming girl to her feet and took her to the bathroom.



Andrea entered Glen’s work area an hour later, showered and refreshed. There were a few bruises on her tits but nothing serious. It was now time for the real work to begin.

Martha led her over to a stool and told her to sit.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Glen asked gruffly.

“No, not really,” she replied meekly.

“God, you are dumb!” he said. “Well, let me try to explain it to you in simple terms. I’m going to start with your tits.”

“You don’t have to talk down to me,” Andrea interrupted, hurt that he was treating her so cruelly for no reason at all.

He slapped her across the face, sending her head reeling. The poor girl was dazed and tears ran down her face.

“You are a slut. Don’t you get it? Your feelings don’t matter. No one cares if your feelings are hurt. Do you understand me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Now, get your hands behind your neck and we’ll begin,” he said.

Martha rolled a cart over which contained various instruments. Glen put on a pair of disposable gloves and then cleansed her nipples with antiseptic.

Chills ran up and down her spine as he applied the cool liquid to her sensitive tips. They grew harder because of the attention they were receiving. She wondered what he was doing. She needed to learn to keep her mouth shut. It only caused her more trouble.

He then took a marker and placed small dots on her nipple. 

“You’re probably wondering what those dots are for,” he said, stopping to address her.

“Yes,” she said.

“You’re getting some piercings today,” he stated. “I’m starting with your nipples and we’ll work down from there. Do you have any questions, slut, before I begin?”

“No,” she whispered. She was shocked when she found out what he was going to do to her. She had no time to mentally prepare for this. Piercings were not something you took lightly. They were very personal. Some individuals liked them and others didn’t. Her family, of course, frowned upon that kind of thing. Being the daughter of a minister, she would never even consider getting her ears pierced without her father’s permission let alone her nipples. Body piercing was reserved for the freaks of the world not good, Christian girls.  

She was never consulted. She was never asked if she wanted her nipples pierced, and this made it all the more exciting for her. She had no control over her own body. Edgar did whatever he pleased to her. He was molding her into his image of the ideal woman, and she got wet at the very thought of it. 

Glen selected a sterile hollow 12 gauge needle and a cork. He positioned the needle on the mark at the base of her nipple and applied some pressure.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she stammered as her breath came in short bursts. Her heart was racing as he applied more pressure forcing the sharp needle through her skin and out the other side. It was stopped by the cork.

“Oh my God!” she whimpered as she looked at the needle protruding obscenely out of her nipple. At first the pain was sharp and intense and then it subsided. 

He attached a barbell to the end of the needle, and then pushed the needle through the rest of the way. The barbell followed, and in less than a minute it was attached to her nipple. 

He then repeated the procedure on her other nipple. 

Andrea looked on unable to think straight. Everything happened so quickly. If her father had any idea of what was happening to her, he would be livid. She was daddy’s little girl and very protective of her. Disfiguring her body would be an outrage to him. The body was the temple of the Holy Spirit.

“These barbells are a nice touch. Later, if Edgar wants, they can be replaced with rings which are more practical,” Glen said as he swabbed her nipples with antiseptic. “They serve many purposes. They’re very good for weight training. Just put a couple pounds of weights on each of those suckers, and they’ll give you a good workout.”

This was all so new to Andrea. She grew wetter as she listened to him talk.

“Have you ever been titty fucked?” he asked.

Andrea looked at him with a blank expression.

“Well, of course, you haven’t. Why, last week at this time you were a virgin fresh out of high school and ready to go to Bible school. I bet you never even kissed a boy before you met Edgar,” he laughed.

He was right. She led a very sheltered life, and her parents allowed her very little freedom. She never attended dances and wasn’t even allowed to attend her own senior prom.

“A titty fuck is when a guy takes his cock and buries it between your tits,” he said as he lifted her twin beauties. “He then works his cock up and down that deep cleavage of yours, and, before you know it, his cum is spewing out all over these mothers. To make it even easier, just attach a short length of chain to your nipple rings and you’re ready to go,” he chuckled.

All types of images flashed through Andrea’s mind as she clung to every word he said. The images she was conjuring up were arousing as she envisioned someone actually fucking their cock between her massive tits. She grew hornier with each passing moment. More evil seeds were planted.

“Get up on the table, slut,” he ordered. “We’re wasting time, and there’s still a lot more that needs to be done.”

The table looked like an examination table you would find in a doctor’s office. The head could be adjusted and there were stirrups for your legs. 

“Martha, get her ready,” he said to his wife.

Martha helped Andrea onto the table and placed her legs in the stirrups, spreading her legs far apart. She felt embarrassed since she knew she was wet down there. 

Glen arranged his instruments before examining her navel to see exactly where the next ring would be placed. He swabbed the area with antiseptic and marked the entry and exit holes of the next piercing.

Andrea’s heart was racing frantically as he prepared to pierce her navel. She knew of kids in school who had this done, but she never dreamed of having her own navel pierced.

He picked up a pair of Pennington forceps and grabbed the area to be pierced, being sure to line up the entry and exit points. He then selected a new sterilized 14 gauge needle and quickly pushed it through.  It took less than a minute to get the ring in place and close it up. 

The piercing stung, but it was no worse than getting your ears pierced. Andrea looked on in disbelief. She never thought she would see the day where she would have three body piercings and in such intimate places.

“Are you finished?” she asked meekly.

“Finished? Hell, no! I’ve barely begun!” he laughed.

The poor girl grew weak at his words. He had barely begun? Where else did he intend on piercing her? Her cunt oozed as nasty thoughts filled her head. How did she become so bad, so fast?

“Damn, I still have to pierce your clitoral hood, and Edgar wants six rings in your outer labia. We’re far from done,” he said as he ran his finger over her hard, throbbing clit.

She moaned like a common whore. She was like a puppet on a string. He could manipulate her simple by touching her clit. 

“Oh!” she groaned as his finger worked its way down to her wet, sopping hole. He toyed with her as he moved his finger between her labia and dipped it in her wet cunt. He then brought his wet finger up to her lips. She knew what to do as she took it in her mouth and sucked it clean. 

“Then I have to work on your face.”

“My face? What do you mean?” she asked with a note of concern.

“Didn’t that man tell you anything? Is he leaving all the dirty work up to me?” Glen asked.

“I don’t know,” Andrea replied, confused.

“Let me explain it to her dear,” Martha said. “When he says your face, he doesn’t literally mean your face, honey. Your tongue will be pierced. That’s probably the most difficult one.”

This was more than Andrea bargained for. She could deal with a couple of piercings, but this was major. He was violating every part of her body from her head down. It made her realize exactly how defenseless she was. He could do anything to her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her stomach grew queasy at the thought.

Glen quickly and efficiently pierced her clitoral hood and placed a larger ring in the piercing. That ring hung over her clit. She didn’t know it now, but that ring would be a constant source of arousal for her. He then made short work of the six piercing in her outer labia. She now had a total of eight rings: one in her navel, one in her clitoral hood, and three in each of her outer cunt lips. 

It happened so fast. It was over before Andrea could fully appreciate the magnitude of what had been done to her.

“The nice thing about those rings in your cunt is that you can put small locks in each set of rings and effectively make it off limits. I mean, nothing can get in unless the locks are removed or the damn rings are pulled out,” he said. “It’s better than a chastity belt.”

Andrea was tired and grew weary from the exhausting day, but it still wasn’t over. She had ten piercings already, and still more to go. She was wearing more rings in her private parts than most of the freaks who hung out at school.

Little did Andrea know, but the worst piercings were yet to come.  After they were done, she might want to reconsider her position in life. Was she really better off with Edgar? Would she appreciate some of the disgusting acts she would be required to perform. Only time would tell. 

“Stick out your tongue!” Glen ordered.

Andrea obeyed, and he grabbed her tongue with the Pennington forceps. He then swabbed her tongue with antiseptic and positioned the forceps on the center of her tongue. The procedure for piercing her tongue was no different than any of her other piercings. A hollow 12 gauge needle was used to pierce the tongue top to bottom and a barbell followed it through as it was withdrawn. He threaded the ball on the other end of the barbell, and it was done. 

There was very little bleeding which was a good sign. He could see that some swelling was already occurring. This was normal and to be expected. He let her rinse with mouth wash to guard against infection.

Andrea, although resigned and even relishing her role as Edgar’s slut, was fast approaching the limits of what she could endure. She hurt all over from so many piercing and now her tongue was so swollen that she could barely talk.

“Ar you don?” she asked, unable to articulate very well with her tongue so swollen.

“Not quite, slut, we still have one more to go,” Glen informed her. 

She was lying back on the examination table with her legs still in the stirrups. Martha took the end of a leather strap that was fastened to the head of the table and passed it across the girl’s forehead, attaching it to the other side.   This effectively held her head in place. She was unable to move and this scared her. 

“Wha ar you doin?” she asked.

“This last piercing is very delicate, and I can’t afford to have you moving around and hurting yourself,” Glen said.

Panic set in as she realized the seriousness of the situation. What piercing? What else could he possibly do to her? She had been through so much in the past two days and, up until now, had held up very well. However, everyone reaches a breaking point, and she was very close. Her heart beat at a frantic pace. She had difficulty breathing. Her massive tits heaved with every labored breath that she took. She feared what he was about to do to her.

Glen remained passive as he approached her with a sterilized 10 gauge hollow needle. The spectrum piercing was left for last. This piercing was not the most popular, but served its purpose. The new ring would pass through the nasal septum, the middle of the nose. He carefully located the gap between the cartilage and the bottom of the nose and quickly drove the hollow 10 gauge needle all the way through. 

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!” she screamed as the needle passed through the center of her nose. 

She was given no anesthetic or anything else to dull the pain. Edgar wanted her to feel and experience everything that was happening to her.

The ring followed the needle and was closed. Andrea now had a good sized ring hanging from the middle of her nose. Luckily it did not hang below her upper lip.

Martha released her and allowed her to stand up and view herself in the full length mirror.

Andrea stood looking at all of the modifications that were made in the last two days – the huge tits, the bell bars in her large nipples, the belly button ring, the clitoral hood ring, the six rings in her outer cunt lips, the tongue piercing, and the ring hanging from the middle of her nose.  She was in too much discomfort to think rationally. She should be totally disgusted at the image that looked back at her, but she wasn’t. She was just numb and wanted it to end.

“I love all of your jewelry,” Martha said soothingly. “There’s just one more thing we need to do before Mr. Stevens picks you up.”

“I don wan any mor piercing,” she cried, panic setting in.

“No, no, my child, no more piercings. You’ve had enough of that.” she said, leading her over to a chair.  “Just sit down and try to relax.”

Andrea sat in the chair, somewhat relieved that at least the piercings were over. Martha was so kind and being so nice to her. She wasn’t at all like her husband.

Martha talked soothingly to her just like her grandmother would as she secured the girl’s wrists to the arms of the chair. 

“There, now we’re all ready to begin.”

“Begin wha?” Andrea asked.

“Why I’m just going to style your hair. You know, I was a beautician in my younger years,” she said, smiling at the girl.

Andrea had long brown hair that flowed down her back almost to her waist. At least she did until Martha took a pair of sheers and cut her hair straight across at shoulder length. 

“Wha are you doin?” Andrea panicked.

“Why I’m styling your hair, silly, and if you keep moving your head like that, it’s going to look a mess.”

“I don’t wan it cut!” she screamed. Her tongue was really swollen by now.

“That doesn’t matter, Andrea. Mr. Stevens wants it styled special, and that’s all that really matters.”

“Just do it. You don’t have to explain it to the stupid slut,” Glen growled.

“Now, Glen, sometimes an explanation is necessary. You just hush up and let me take care of her. Why don’t you roll the full length mirror over here so that Andrea can see what I’m doing.”

Andrea saw her beautiful hair lying on the floor. Her hair was now shoulder length, and she figured that wasn’t so bad. Maybe it was time for a change. Besides it would grow back. Then she saw something that disturbed her. Martha picked up a pair of electric hair clippers, and she grew concerned.

“Wha are you doin with thos?” she panicked.

“I’m just going to give you a little trim job, my dear,” she said sweetly as she started shaving the left side of the struggling girl’s head.

“No! No! No! Don’t do tha!” Andrea was hysterical as the old lady tried to shave her head.

Martha stopped momentarily and pointed a finger at the frantic girl.

“Now listen to me,” she said slapping her across the face. 

Andrea felt as if she was trapped in a nightmare. This really couldn’t be happening to her. 

Martha slapped her again, but this time much harder.

Andrea settled down somewhat, sobered by the pain in her jaw caused by this woman.

“One way or the other, I will finish your hair. If you persist in resisting me, I can guarantee you it will look like hell, and you will have to answer to Mr. Stevens.” 

What choice did the poor girl have? She was shackled to the chair, and there was no escape for her. She resigned herself to the fact that this woman was going to proceed whether she wanted her to or not. What she wanted didn’t matter. That point had been driven home numerous times over the past few days. She sat quietly in the chair almost catatonic.

Martha proceeded to shave Andrea’s head. The left and right sides were shaved down to nothing more than stubble, and then she worked on the top of her head, shaving all of her hair off.

“Wait! You said you were styling my hair?” 

“Well, young lady, you got me so upset that I decided to just shave it all off,” she retorted. 

Andrea was shocked as she saw herself being transformed into a freak. Tears welled up in her eyes. This was no longer exciting. This was not what she wanted.

“Don’t worry dear, you’ll love it when I’m finished,” Martha said.

She then smeared shaving cream all over the distressed girl’s head and shaved her head smooth. 

Andrea’s jaw dropped open as this bizarre transformation took place. She looked like some kind of freak. She looked like something out of “Rocky Horror Picture Show.”  

“Wha have you don to me?” Andrea exclaimed, tears still trailing down her already tear-streaked cheeks.

“This is the new you, Andrea. There is no one else in the world quite like you.  You will be noticed and desired and wanted,” Martha whispered in her ear.

Andrea stared with disbelief for many minutes at her reflection in the mirror.  She was indeed different and unique, and, as she continued to stare at herself, she became strangely aroused. In spite of the pain in all parts of her body and in spite of her bald head, she was aroused as her clit throbbed and her cunt leaked its sweet nectar on the seat.  Her reaction was unexplainable. She shouldn’t feel this way. She should be appalled and disgusted.

“There’s only one more thing I need to do, honey,” Martha said sweetly as she stood behind Andrea, addressing the reflection in the mirror. She took some cream and rubbed it all over the girl’s head. “Now, doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes, it does,” Andrea said closing her eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of the old lady’s hands on her head. She was so tired and just wanted to rest.

“That’s good, honey, I want you to feel good. I can see that you’re quite aroused.” 

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned as the hands continued to rub the soothing cream into her naked scalp.  

Andrea felt something warm caressing her clit. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Glen kneeling in front of her, gently flicking at her hard, throbbing clit with his tongue. She never expected such an act of kindness from this old man.

“Just relax, honey,” Martha cooed as she applied another layer of the cream.

It felt so good, and the old man’s tongue was driving her wild as she drew closer and closer to another climax. In spite of everything she had been through today, the lust that burned within her found a way of winning out every time and coming to the surface. She could forget about all her problems as the fire burned hotter and hotter. Her cunt was leaking like a faucet as the old man’s tongue licked and sucked her, avoiding the new piercings that were still so sensitive. 

She was delirious as Martha applied even more of the wonderful cream until she could stand it no longer. She bucked out of control from the climax that ravaged her poor tortured body. It was intense and consumed her and reaffirmed what she was.

“That’s it, cum, my little slut. I’m done with the depilitating cream, and you have nothing to worry about,” Martha said sweetly.

‘Depilitatin cream?” Andrea moaned as Glen continued to tease her sensitive clit.

“Oh yes, honey, we don’t want any of that nasty hair growing back, do we? It would ruin your new look,” she said.

Andrea felt horror unspeakable as Glen tugged on her clit with his teeth. Another orgasm ripped through her body before she passed out. 






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