RAISING THE PERFECT SLUT (6/7) 


(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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Lara waked through the gates nervously. Underneath her long trench coat, she 
only had a thong bikini and a tiny bikini top that barely concealed her nipples. 
She had been dead scared taking a cab ride like this but she was required to 
arrive in this exact outfit - and Lara had learned to do exactly what was 
required of her. Mr. Rostock had informed her that there would be a party at a 
friend's mansion Saturday night: Luici Simone was throwing a party at his new 
mansion. Having grown accustomed to "being" the entertainment for men, the young 
woman had no doubt the "partying" would come at her expense: Little sluts like 
her had to work the hardest, when everyone else decided to party the hardest.

She discarded her coat at the entrance to the mansion, standing clad in her 
excuse for a swimsuit. She knew more or less what was expected of her: She had 
been instructed about Luici Simone's famous parties before. As she made her way 
to the pool area, she could hear the loud music, laughter and chatter. The 
garden was filled with rich men and gorgeous women. Men were dressed casually 
yet elegantly and some were in the water with various companions. Women 
contrasted sharply; they were all in skimpy thong bikinis. It seemed the amount 
of clothing one had was the best determinant of status in this party.

The girls all had stunning bodies; not terribly surprising since Lara knew Mr. 
Simone and his friends picked their girls from former beauty queens, college 
cheerleaders, and top-of-the-line high society
hookers. Lara realized the girls were all responsible for different functions 
even though they were all available for whatever the men desired - and she was 
told she'd have to assume different duties between parties. Some girls were the 
waitresses: They constantly circulated champagne, food delicacies and cigars. 
They, too, were dressed in skimpy bikinis, but with one special feature: The 
entire outfit was held together with a big loop at the small of the back, 
blatantly inviting fiendish fingers to pull it loose. When that happened, the 
whole outfit came apart falling to the ground in pieces and the waitress would 
be left naked, still holding her tray. And there was no going back from that, 
she'd have to serve everyone naked - until somebody would decide to make use of 
her in a different
capacity. The worst, Lara realized, was that the waitress had to go back and 
forth between the garden and the kitchen, where the lowly cooks and bartenders 
would be leering at her naked body.

While these waitress-girls were rushing around to deliver drinks, there were 
many other young women who were serving "other" needs. Most men were seated on 
comfortable chairs, with young women next to them. The women kept caressing and 
kissing the men. Some were at later stages of this game; Lara could see some 
girls giving blow jobs, a few others humping up and down on somebody's lap. Many 
men seemed to prefer more privacy: Lara noticed them taking one or two of the 
girls upstairs, presumably to secluded rooms. There was an abundance of 
attractive women in the entire place. Some were sitting alone, obviously waiting 
to be picked up and taken upstairs. There was one simple rule for the girls at 
Luici Simone's parties: The girls were there for the taking. When a young lady 
was approached by a man, she had to do whatever he desired - which usually meant 
giving him a terrific fuck.

Yet, there were other, more "spicy" sideshows going on as well: Most men were 
seated around a small stage by the pool, watching three girls making love to 
each other. Their bodies were meshed together, licking, fondling and kissing 
each other, getting more and more aggressive. Many in the audience had girls 
kneeled before them, enjoying expert blow jobs while watching this spectacle. 
That wasn't all: Lara could see in an isolated corner a scene taking place, 
right out of an all- girls school. A blonde girl in school uniform was bent over 
what looked like a teacher's desk. Her plaid skirt was bunched up around her 
waist, and her white panties were pulled down to her knees. Her legs were pushed 
apart as far as the panties would permit, allowing for an unobstructed view of 
her bald pussy to the men seated directly behind her. Maybe it was the outfit, 
or the hair in cute little pigtails, but Lara thought the girl didn't look older 
than sixteen. One of the men was positioned behind her, walking back and forth, 
and landing sudden smacks on the girl's bottom with the cane in his hand. He 
seemed to be paying special attention to not blocking the others' view of the 
girl's shapely ass which was now covered with angry red welts. Despite all the 
noise in the garden, Lara could faintly hear the girl's screams each time the 
cane connected with her buttocks: "Six, Sir"!!!... "Seven, Sir"!!!... "Eight, 
Sir"!!!... 

Lara finally noticed Mr. Rostock at a distance who was making his way upstairs 
with a stunning Asian girl. It looked like her boss'
attention would be reserved for other girls tonight. Lara wondered if any of 
these gorgeous women were blackmailed into being here as she was. She guessed 
that wasn't the case. She knew most were paid handsomely for their services, and 
many of these gorgeous women were on retainer from the powerful men all around 
the compounds. As she took a seat by the pool, as far away from other people as 
possible, she felt like a lamb at the slaughter house. One of the guests would 
surely grab her. Then, looking around she realized, now as a regular host at 
these parties she would sooner or later have to do all the other things: She 
would be the naked waitress, the schoolgirl getting a caning, the lesbian lover 
on the stage... That last one especially horrified her, not having touched 
another female in her life. But she knew, like so many other things in her life, 
that too would change this summer.

She realized a tall, overweight man was approaching her. She could swear she 
knew him from somewhere but she couldn't remember who he was. He was a heavy-set 
man, in his mid-forties.

He simply said "Hi!!!". A simple "Hi" meant a lot in Simone's parties: Lara, 
having been properly instructed, got on her feet and grabbed the man's hand 
gently, giving him a seductive smile - the best she could manage anyway...

Apparently, her companion wanted to go upstairs, so they headed towards the 
outer stairs going up to the second floor. It dawned on her as they entered a 
large bedroom: She knew the man. She thought his name was something like "Larry 
Binks". He was the conservative senator from Louisiana. She remembered him from 
one of her Mom's shows - the Senator had gone into a big heated argument with 
her Mom over Title 9. As far as Lara could remember, her Mom had given the 
Senator a good beating. She always did anyway. Lara wondered if the Senator knew 
who she was, if Mr. Rostock had sent him to her - so that the good Senator, who 
controlled a powerful committee, could have the amusement of fucking Michelle 
Cataluna's daughter... But then, Mr. Rostock was extremely stringent about 
keeping Lara's identity under wraps: She was never allowed to mention her actual 
last name to anyone, never allowed to call her Mom from work, even her 
employment papers were drafted under a fake last name. Not that Lara minded it 
at all. She would die in shame if anyone learned how she'd been "working" for 
the last month. She'd do anything to make sure no one knew the most famous 
feminist TV host's daughter was being passed around as a common bimbo. But here 
she was now, ready to be fucked by a man her mom despised, a man who almost 
called her Mom a "whore" on TV. She forcefully blocked all such ill thoughts 
from her mind, as she unhooked the bikini top and smiled at the Senator who was 
busy stripping out of his clothes. 

Lara emerged from the second floor a short while later, showered and cleaned. 
The Senator hadn't lasted long, and after pumping up and down on his shaft for a 
few minutes, Lara had felt the man release. He had asked her to clean him off, 
and Lara could still taste both of their juices in her mouth. She was in her 
skimpy bikini again, hoping there would be no more laboring for the night.

She was wrong: As soon as she made her way back to the pool-side, she came 
eye-to-eye with Eric who was seated at a table on the other side of the pool. He 
was a particularly obnoxious Stock Analyst from Rostock Enterprises with a habit 
of making pointed jokes about Lara. The sight of him almost froze Lara on her 
tracks. This was the most uncomfortable she'd ever felt. She noticed next to 
Eric there were other guys from the work, all Mr. Rostock's high-paid yuppies. 
She had no idea guys from the office would be attending this party. Lara knew 
she was the subject of many jokes and ridicules at the office, but this was 
different: Now, it was in plain sight that she was just a slut; she was there 
for the taking in this glorified meat-market. Despite all her wishes, Eric was 
signaling for her to come over. The
humiliated girl walked over to their table, her higheels clinking on the 
marbles. Her tiny swimsuit felt more exposing than ever: She was in a sexy 
nothing in front of her coworkers.

"My, my..." said Eric, puffing his cigar. "Look who we got here!". His friends 
laughed. There was four of them: Eric, Steve, Albert and Manuel - All guys Lara 
knew from work, young ivy-leaguers who no doubt did not expect this sort of 
bonus when they first signed for Rostock Enterprises. There was another girl, 
completely naked, just sitting on the floor. She was a natural red-head, and she 
didn't seem to share any of Lara's anxieties. She was playing with her breasts 
and
laughing, smoking a cigar one of the guys must have given her. She was looking 
at Lara with a glee in her eyes.

Lara expected Eric to make a few more jokes but instead he seemed more 
interested in seeing Lara in action: "Lara, please strip and make love to 
Nicole!".

For a few seconds Lara hesitated. Mr. Rostock had told her to obey everyone at 
the party and that surely included her coworkers. She was disgusted at the 
thought of what was requested of her - but, then, she still remembered the 
consequences of the last time she displeased her Boss. Trying not to look at the 
guys, she undid her top and slid down her thong, standing naked. Her face was 
red in shame, and she was trembling.

"See I told you" remarked Eric looking at her closely shaven pussy. "She IS a 
natural blonde". This drew a big laughter from others. Lara's face turned even a 
deeper shade of red at this crude comment. 

She felt Nicole grab her by the elbow and pull her down. She didn't resist... 
what had to be done had to be done. Nicole, on the other hand, was smiling at 
the boys with a wicked grin, apparently quite grateful for having a playmate. 
She led Lara to a sitting position next to her, obviously very eager to please 
her audience. She landed a soft kiss on her unwilling lover; then she kissed 
Lara long and
passionately, caressing her breasts. As she broke the kiss, she bit Lara's lower 
lip, all the while keeping her eyes fixed at the guys, making sure she didn't 
forget who the girls were doing this for. 

Lara could feel herself slowly getting into this lewd act of sex. Her juices 
were beginning to flow despite herself. There was nothing she could do. Her body 
was reacting to Nicole's sensual strokes and all the sexual anxiety. She could 
feel her resistance fading away: She had no choice in the matter afterall; even 
though the idea of sexual intimacy with "Nicole" nauseated her.

There was no doubt, Nicole was the aggressor in this pairing of sexy lesbians. 
She took charge quickly, guiding the shy Lara into a festive lesbian 
performance. The guys were watching in delight. It wasn't every day of the week 
they could make two gorgeous girls go down on each other - and Lara's obvious 
discomfort made it all the more
arousing.

Nicole quickly pushed Lara beyond the initial stage of teasing and titillation, 
moving on to the more assertive fondling, and right on to a full-blown lesbian 
performance, ending in a passionate sixty-nine, with both the red-head and the 
blonde assaulting each other's pussy with a pair of fast-flipping tongues and 
faces covered with the other girl's juices.

When the whole spectacle was over, the four men gave a hearty applause to the 
wet love-making that took place right before their eyes:

"Good job, Dykes!" cheered Eric.

"Yeah, that's what I call a pair of hot dykes" added Albert. 

"The problem is, we are all hard now!!"

It was the sort of problem that would have to be remedied by the girls: In no 
time, Lara was bucking on Eric's hard cock while he was groping her ass and 
breasts. She could hear Nicole's moans who was doing the same with Steve - and 
there were two more guys to take care of!!! She could only imagine the 
embarrassment of going to work on Monday, knowing everything her "coworkers" did 
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Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?

Chickens is good for plucking
So I'm stickin' bitches, fuckin'
Got 'em trickin' while they suckin'
Give 'em dick and they ain't buggin'

The music was blasting throughout the house. Kelly knew this was DMX: A month 
ago, she didn't know the first thing about Rap, which she hated anyway. Now she 
knew it by heart as this gang's bitch. And that wasn't the only change in the 
teen-queen. Apart from mastering the art of obedience and fucking, the girl had 
physical changes, as well: She had two large metal rings pierced into her 
nipples. There was a tattoo on his right buttock, featuring the Leopards' gang 
symbol - signifying the ownership of Kelly.

Of course, the young woman wouldn't have agreed to this under normal conditions, 
perhaps not even facing the risk of going to jail. She was sure her parents 
could put together a dream-team for her defense. But Kelly Van Ryan was no 
longer just in fear of jail-time: She was in fear of her life! As far as she was 
concerned, she was in-the-middle- of-a-jungle. She couldn't even find her way 
out of this ghetto. But more importantly, she couldn't even make a run... There 
was always at least one gang-member present in the house - with a big gun - 
making it impossible for Kelly to escape. And she didn't even dare think about 
escaping anymore. She was terrified of "Hammer" and all the rest of them; and 
she had no doubt if she tried to run away, she'd be killed even if they had to 
hunt her down and put a bullet in her pretty head. All she could hope was that 
they would remain faithful to the deal they had made with Sammy.

Kelly was thinking these thoughts as she was trying to feed into her mouth the 
biggest, meanest cock she'd seen ever in her young life. She was on the floor by 
the couch, on her knees in front of the gang-member known as "Beast". Beast owed 
his name in no little measure to the size of his cock: Kelly had become an 
expert in taking huge black cocks all the way down her throat, but Beast's cock 
was still a challenge. 

Other gang-members were seated on the couch and chairs, screaming and yelling, 
smoking drugs and drinking malt liquor. Music was turned off now, the Raiders 
game was on. It was unusual to see a giant-screen TV in a poor neighborhood like 
this; but then not many teenagers returned home every night with stacks of cash.

When she was done with Beast, she would move onto Li'l Mo. And then onto the 
next one. The members of this gang loved to watch their Raiders while getting 
blow jobs from their bitch. Thus, there would be seconds... maybe thirds, too...

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The Monday morning after Simone's party, Mrs. Brown came over to Lara. 

"Follow me" she ordered as she headed towards the stacking room. 

"So, the boys tell me you were introduced to hot-lesbian sex this weekend."

"Mrs. Brown, I..."

"Shut up!! Slut! You fuck basically anything with two feet! You are a disgrace! 
And believe me, I know who you are and I will tell
everything to that bitchy mother of yours - unless you learn to please me! I've 
always wanted a little young fucktoy of my own!!" 

Lara's tongue was buried between the huge legs of Mrs. Brown in no time. 

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When Lara was called into Mr. Rostock's office a few days later, she was sure it 
was just another case of a "deal sweetener" - she was used to this shameful task 
by now, she just hoped the guests weren't
particularly old, ugly or Japanese: The Japanese were the worst; they had no 
qualms about using all the sex toys that were provided to them. Lara remembered 
the last visit from them vividly, unsure which was the worst about entertaining 
the three Suntoi executives: The sting of the cat-o-nine-tails or the taste of 
the Japanese cumm in her mouth... 

Richard didn't bother to bore the girl with unnecessary directives. He informed 
his beautiful assistant that there were two young men waiting for her in the 
Grand Meeting Room - Lara knew the rest...

As Lara made her way out of his office, Richard turned on the hidden camera 
system in the Grand Meeting Room and pressed record. This was going to be 
good...

When Lara entered in the Grand Meeting Room, she was surprised to see two 
handsome guys, looking good enough to be playgirl models. She felt herself 
getting wet: For more than a month, she had been fucking college geeks, old and 
ugly corporate executives, sick little
bastards... Her young body tingled with excitement at the prospect of making 
love to the tanned, young, powerful bodies of these two
"hunks". Their huge muscles were almost trying to rip out of their tight 
T-shirts, and Lara's eyes unconsciously wandered down to their groins, knowing 
what was hidden underneath the jeans was what every girl wanted. She certainly 
would not mind having sex with these two young men, in fact she looked forward 
to stripping for them and feeling their powerful hard cocks at the tip of her 
tongue. She gave them a sultry look as she started unbuttoning her blouse... 
They certainly did not look like a couple of high-tech entrepreneurs or anything 
like that, but she couldn't care less...

Richard watched the whole thing from his office - it lasted more than an hour. 
The two men were nothing like his usual clients, who usually either came just at 
the sight of a naked Lara or were on the verge of an heart attack after ten 
minutes with the girl. Of course, these two young men had made a career out of 
fucking women and Richard had to give them some credit: They really "fucked her 
brains out"! Lara's performance was visibly and understandably different than 
when she was having sex with a bunch of rednecks or geeks: She was lost in a 
frenzy of lust, she humped on their cocks with an animalistic passion, moaning 
and screaming like a bitch-in-heat. Towards the end, she looked like she had 
just ran the Boston Marathon, but she still kept moaning in high shrieks, 
enjoying yet another orgasm, having lost the count of it... When it was 
all-over, Lara wasn't sure she could walk: Her body was trembling with the 
remainders of her most powerful sexual
experience ever.

After resting for a while, she managed to make it back to Mr. Rostock's office, 
despite walking like a zombie. She wondered where her two lovers had disappeared 
to - Mr. Rostock usually kept her around during the signing of any deals she 
helped broker; so that she could see how much money she was making for him. Lara 
thought at first that was just another way to mock her - these days, she even 
felt a twisted pride in doing her job successfully!

"That was something, huh?" commented Richard.

Lara pretended she didn't see the implication: "I think they were satisfied, 
Sir..."

Richard threw a thick magazine at Lara. When she looked at the
magazine, a shriek of surprise went though her lips: The two young men she had 
just fucked, were on the cover of the magazine, half-dressed in the outfit of 
construction workers, with a big-busted blonde woman between them - a magazine 
called "The Authoritative Adult Film Almanac". 

"Two of the most promising adult stars of 90s!" informed Richard. "So did you 
enjoy fucking two stallions like that, Lara?"

"No, Sir... I just did what you asked me to... I don't enjoy... doing the things 
you make me do"

"Yeah? Well, it surely looks different here". Richard pressed play and the giant 
screen came alive with images of Lara humping up and down on one guy's cock, 
while the other was pushing his cock into her mouth. 

Lara's shock and dismay were genuine. She felt trembling all over, her legs 
shaking...

"Oh yes, dear girl, I have a very large collection of tapes like this - a very 
large collection of all your performances: You fuck basically anybody! But I 
think this one's the best: Look at you, you're
screaming like a whore on fire! Of course, all the other tapes are, for the most 
part, useful for gaining some leverage against my business partners - I couldn't 
make the tapes public without shaming them! But this one's different! Those two 
hunks you fucked already agreed to distributing this wonderful wet piece of 
art..."

"Sir" was all Lara could say in a hoarse voice.

"In fact, it's so good, I think everyone should be able to watch it! That's why 
it's on the Internet, Lara. You even got your own web address. Isn't that 
something?"

"Sir, please..." Lara begged in despair. "Please don't put that on the 
Internet..."

"Oh, I think it's a great opportunity to display your charms... Look, I think 
somebody even entered your web site!" he laughed at the frightened expression on 
the girl's face. "Oh, no, false alarm... Nobody seems to know about this site! 
Yet!!! Perhaps, we should send a mass e-mail to your freshman class, huh? Or the 
alumni list of your high-school? I'm sure your old classmates would get a real 
kick out of it. Mom, too, of course"

"No, Please, don't, Sir, I'll do anything" begged the desperate girl. 

"Well, there IS something you can do!"

"Anything, Sir..."

"I just need you to sign this document..."

"What... what is it, Sir?"

"Oh, it's just a safeguard for me... It says you consented to the making of this 
tape..."

"But, why, Sir? Please..."

"It is only to ensure you won't be able to claim you were forced into making 
this tape... That's all... Nobody will ever see the tape, anyway! It is for MY 
OWN collection, alone."

"Only for your own collection, Sir?"

"Yes" replied Richard, making it clear he was losing his patience... 

"Do I have to sign it, Sir? Please don't make me..."

"No" replied Richard. "You don't have to... Instead, we could just send the tape 
to every living soul you know, and then send your pretty ass to jail. It's your 
choice..."

Lara signed on the dotted line...

Richard smiled. He would later explain the young woman that she had just signed 
a 10-movie deal with "Pink Compassions". She'd be making nine more videos. He 
would of course tell her it was just for his "own collection". And maybe, it 
was. He checked the contaract again, making sure it was iron-clad. His plan was 
in the works...

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