by Don Ship
“Mmmm, Doorthea like. Such warm, soft skin,” she purred. “Unzip the skirt, baby girl.”
Jennifer hesitated. Her hands curled into fists, as much in response to her anger as to hide the tremble. Layla still had her over a barrel, so she reached back and unzipped the tight skirt. Dorothea slowly pealed it off her sweet round rump, and slid it down her shapely legs.
“Oh my, you are one randy slut, baby girl,” Dorothea purred.
Jennifer stood before her in nothing but lacy garter belt, dark hose and stilettos. No panties. Worse, her bikini waxed pubic mount was glistening wet. Her twat tingled and ached in the sexiest way, driving her crazy. Part of her was excited that she was building up her pent up sexual frustrations, but the realistic part of her mind knew it was all about to be lost when the two dominatrixes went to work on her. They would force so many mind blowing climaxes out of her, it could be a week before she recovered her Goddess Given super heroine powers.
“Jennifer, sweetie pie,” Dorothea said. “Masturbate. Give me a sexy show.”
“No! That’s just sick,” Jennifer said, baby blues flashing. “I will not be so active in my own humiliation.”
Domina Dorothea held up her wicked looking riding crop. “So you’d rather be tied up and spanked with this?”
Baby blues locked on the riding crop, Jennifer’s jaw dropped open and she remembered past experiences with riding crops. Even with super powers, the pain was indescribable. In her Jennifer guise, she had no super endurance, super strength, or super healing. Dorothea could reduce her to a blubbering, wretched pathetic little thing within minutes if she really started working her over with that horrible thing.
“D-Do you…Oh Goddess…do you want me to kneel or lay on my back while I masturbate…mistress,” Jennifer said thought a tight throat, feeling her face burning red hot.
“Good answer, baby girl,” Dorothea sneered. “Standing. Spread your feet wide, with one hand masturbating and the other fondling those jumbo jugs.”
Jennifer complied. As her left hand began rolling a hypersensitive nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the index finger of her right hand found her engorged clit and began a circular motion on and around it. It was the quickest way for her to induce an orgasm, and the faster she climaxed the quicker she might be allowed to stop humiliating herself. At least in her mind that was true, though that promise was not made by Dorothea.
“Ooooh. Ugh. Ooooh,” Jennifer grunted and groaned, her voluptuous body becoming energized, all tingling inside. Her head lolled back, eyes half closed, she concentrated on getting off as quickly as possible. She wasn’t surprised at how wet she already was, but her fingers made extraordinarily loud squishing noises as she masturbated. “Ooooh, my Goddess. So wrong, but so good. Oooooh…oooohh. Yes. Oh…yes…oh…yes.”
Jennifer gasped and groaned, head lolling all around as she rubbed herself just right, faster and faster, more and more frantically, desperately. She was so focused on achieving an orgasm as fast as possible, she didn’t even notice her mind slipping away as her carnal pleasure increased and overwhelmed her in every way.
“Oh yes, indeed, baby girl,” Domina Dorothea purred, eyes bright and her own body sexually charged as well.
Domina Dorothea slowly walked around the beautiful billionaire as she stood there masturbating. Soon a sexy sheen starting to form on Jennifer’s curvaceous body. Nipples hard and erect and shiny, they became even more sensitive as liquid heat infused every fiber of her body. Unfortunately, she was stuck at the brink of climax, but not going over the top. As the time lengthened, Jennifer felt the impending climax building larger and larger, threatening to utterly devastate her when it exploded.
She had to do something to climax quickly, or it would all be over but the crying. So Jennifer began fantasizing about what happened the previous night. How Kidd dominated her. Forced her to service men sexually, erotically. Man after man for money. Fucking and sucking enthusiastically. So much fun. So damned good. And it felt so wonderfully right.
“Aaaaaaaaagggghhhh! Goddess, Aaaaaaaaggghhh,” Jennifer cried, enjoying the double climax.
“Wow. You’re fast, baby girl,” Dorothea purred, reaching out to roll one of Jennifer’s hypersensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her eyes took in how Jennifer’s firm, flat belly quivered. “You pant so pretty. Come with me.”
Domina Dorothea pulled Jennifer across Club Depraved’s main room by her nipple. The only sound was the clicking of their heels, and Jennifer’s fast panting. Unfortunately for the raven-maned beauty, her mind was scrambled and reeling after the two fierce climaxes, and she couldn’t do much but obey.
“Up on stage,” Dorothea commanded, and whacked a table with the riding crop.
Jennifer looked at the stage with bleary baby blues, which was about knee high off the floor and perfect for showcasing hot babes up close and personal. There were shackles fastened to the stage on opposite sides, that would keep the victim’s legs spread very wide. Another chain dropped down from the ceiling, with a two-inch wide steel collar on the end.
“What are you going to do to me?” Jennifer gasped out hoarsely, as she stepped up atop the five foot diameter, round stage. Dorothea joined her a second later and quickly pulled Jennifer’s arms behind her back. Then she snapped handcuffs on her, before snapping the steel collar on the dangling chain around Jennifer’s slender throat. “Oh Goddess. I don’t think I want to play anymore. Let me go.”
“No,” Dorothea said, stepping off the stage and starting to put the shackles around Jennifer’s dark-hose sheathed ankles. “You look too pretty up there to release. Wait, we will release you. Release your inner whore, that is. Aren’t orgasms wonderful things?”
“Oh no,” Jennifer gasped.
“Oh, wow, Dorothea. She’s looks so wickedly helpless,” Layla cooed as she returned. The sexy blonde was back in the dominatrix outfit from the previous night. “Time to teach this arrogant bitch the joy of sweet submission.”
With Layla were a dozen other fetish loving people. Her little slave boys and slave girls. All were skimpily attired in black and red leather and latex.
Layla walked up to the stage with the most wickedly lusty smile. Jennifer’s heart rate doubled, then tripled. It became harder and harder to breathe, and her panting became faster and louder.
“Layla, this has gone too far,” Jennifer gasped out, head still spinning. “I’ve allowed you to get your petty revenge, now release me this instant.”
“You ‘allowed’ me to get revenge?” Layla said haughtily. “Oh, that won’t do. I didn’t ‘allow’ you to humiliate me in public. Oh no. My vengeance will only be satisfied once I’ve gone too far, once I’ve truly humiliated you against your will.”
“What?!?” Jennifer cried, the shock of what Layla said clearing her scrambled mind. “You dosed me with Bliss, so that I fell under the power of a pimp, who whored me out shamelessly. Then you come to my office, and treat me like a slave girl in front of all of my personal staff. Finally, you bring me here, and let one of your friends strip and climax me, and yet you haven’t gotten any revenge for me stepping on your toe?”
“Yep. That pretty much sums it up, sweet jugs,” Layla said, smirking as two of her topless slave girls helped her into a strap-on with a ten inch dildo. “But you forgot the most important part. I have video of you doing shameless, illegal sex acts in public. Acts of prostitution.”
“Oh, I can’t forget that,” Jennifer said through clenched teeth. “It’s the only reason I am here.”
Layla’s strap-on meant one thing. Jennifer’s chest tightened even further, and her curvaceous body quivered with need and anticipation as she groaned low in shame. She closed her eyes and tried to go to another place. A place no one was using and abusing her, but that wasn’t how her mind was wired. She was a superior woman, and lived completely in the here and now.
“And the reason you will obey me, right?”
Lady Layla went up the stage's steep steps, with a slave
boy holding her hand to steady her. Then Jennifer watched the dominatrix cross the stage, that strap-on bouncing before her, and then press up close, her face just an inch before Jennifer’s. Layla’s perfume filled Jennifer’s senses, aroused her libido. The wicked mistress cupped Jennifer’s left tit, and gave the erect sensitive nipple a firm lick.
“Yes.”
"Yes, that's the reason? Or yes, you like what I'm doing to your sexy body?"
Jennifer just averted her face, refusing to answer. Not really sure what her answer was, and was afraid her yes was the answer of the latter question.
Layla nuzzled Jennifer’s left cheek and ear, her hands beginning to explore every crook and cranny of her luscious body. To her shame, Jennifer’s body reacted profoundly. She ached with need. The thought of that long, thick strap-on deep inside her, pumping and pumping her to ecstasy drove her mad. She tried to think of something else, anything else, but she could feel it rubbing against her left thigh.
“You turned tricks for Kidd last night, didn’t you?”
Jennifer’s mind filled with images of the previous night. She remembered fingers and cocks and tongues all over her. She recalled getting fucked in every orifice of her body, of sweaty men and women squeezing her, caressing her, fucking her.
“Yes,” she whispered, the shame overwhelming her.
“You were a very happy hooker.”
“I was a blissed out hooker, thanks to you.”
“The bliss is still affecting you, isn’t it?”
“Yes. A little.”
“Would you like some more?”
“Yes.”
“Really?” Layla said, looking truly shocked.
“Yes. It would make what you are about to do to me easier to handle,” Jennifer said.
“Exactly why you don’t get any,” Layla said. She moved around to face Jennifer, her lips so close they brushed Jennifer’s full red lips when she spoke. “You’d be too horny to feel any shame. You must be humiliated, my pretty pet.”
Layla looked down, and Jennifer followed her eyes. The strap-on was pressed against the bound beauty’s bikini waxed twat. Layla took a moment to rub the head of it all around Jennifer’s snatch, then she penetrated the pussy lips and slid it up and down Jennifer’s sopping wet slit. The beautiful dominatrix started caressing Jennifer’s well rounded hips and satiny smooth butt cheeks. Then she grabbed her hips, and rammed the ten inch, thick strap-on in up to the hilt in one savage motion.
“Yyyyyyeeeeeeeooooooooowwwww!” Jennifer cried, back arched and her entire body taut. “Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhh. So big. Hurts. Please, mercy.”
“No mercy for you, Jennifer Jade,” Lady Layla snarled, pounding that strap-on in fast and furious.
Jennifer’s spectacular body was already primed and ready. Layla’s efforts took her to the brink within a minute. Jennifer panted and gasped, her mind spinning. The pleasure was so alluring. She so wanted to surrender and just enjoy, but that road led to utter humiliation.
Layla grabbed Jennifer’s head with both hands. Jennifer’s baby blues went wide as Layla clearly intended to kiss her. Her glossy red lips parted slightly, trembling. Jennifer so wanted to kiss Layla’s pretty lips.
“Please. I must…be…strong.”
“No, you must be weak. Surrender, Jennifer. Give yourself to me, as my pretty pet, my slave girl,” Lady Layla said, lips brushing. Her tongue traced Jennifer’s lips, then she kissed her soft and sweet. “By the way, you do realize we’ve been secretly filming you since you entered the club?”
“Huh?”
Lady Layla kissed Jennifer’s warm, firm lips. Her kiss was fierce, demanding, and it sucked the air out of Jennifer’s lungs, and squashed her last vestiges of resistance. Between the kiss and the incessant pounding of the strap-on deep in her pussy, Jennifer’s pride and self-control crumbled and was swept away.
“Uuuuuuuggggghhhhh!” Jennifer cried into Layla’s mouth, the climax earth-shattering for the once proud woman.
“Good girl, my pet,” Layla cooed as she broke the kiss and pulled away. Then the beautiful dominatrix stepped around behind her gorgeous slave girl in chains. Jennifer was wobbly on her feet, but the collar and chain around her throat keep her standing. “Let’s have some backdoor fun, shall we?”
“Oh Goddess, not there,” Jennifer whispered breathlessly. She felt the thick strap-on, wet with her own girl cum, push between her firm round butt cheeks, press against her sphincter, and finally, penetrate. “Ugh. Ugh. Oh. Mercy. Ugh. Ugh. Ngh. Oooooooh.”
“Number four camera I want you to zoom in on her pussy and stay there,” Layla said as she reached around Jennifer and started caressing and squeezing her monster tits. “I’m driving you crazy with sex, aren’t I, Jennifer?”
“Yes,” Jennifer gasped out. Her back was arched and her butt thrust out to give Layla better access, and she didn’t even realize she was doing it. “So good. Ooooooh.”
“As you can see, the High and Mighty Jennifer Jade has been reduced to a panting, lusty sex slave,” Layla said. “She’s as bad as a super heroine in that regard. Once broken, she will do anything with anybody. A natural born slave girl, if I ever saw one.”
“Oh no…I’m a…sup…sup…super…superior woman,” Jennifer gasped out, realizing she almost said “super heroine.”
"Do you realized just how obnoxious that statement is?" Lady Layla said.
“Obnoxious as hell. Especially since it is so obvious that you are a superior slave girl,” Dorothea said.
Jennifer felt her body change. She went from super hot and horny, to it's time to come in just seconds flat. It was going to be a big one, too.
“Oh Goddess! Forgive me!” Jennifer cried. “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”
Jennifer wasn’t mentally capable of knowing, understanding, or even caring, but when she came, her pussy spewed out her girl cum. Shot a lot out, too.
“Wow! She came like a squirt bottle. I've never seen any girl come so hard and big,” Dorothea cried. “She’s still coming buckets!”
“Did we get the money shot, camera four?” Layla said.
“Got it,” a disembodied male voice said over the speaker system.
“Perfect,” Layla said viciously. She reached up and unlocked the collar around Jennifer’s neck and released her to fall to her knees. As she fell, Jennifer slipped off the strap-on. She still came twice more while trembling and gasping on her knees. “Ok, my perverted pets, I command you to fuck Jennifer Jade stupid. Get to it.”
Dorothea helped Layla down off the stage, and the two dominatrixes watched as a dozen men and women began using and abusing Jennifer.
“I knew Jennifer was a big-mouthed bitch, but I never dreamed she could suck two dicks at once,” Layla said.
Jennifer was on the stage, with a man under her and inside her cunt, another behind and up her butt, while two men shoved their dicks into her mouth at once. Slave girls were tonguing Jennifer’s ears, nibbling on her neck, sucking nipples and caressing, stroking, and otherwise enjoying every square inch of her curvaceous body.
Chapter 3
“Tonight’s the night,” Ms Patriot said, standing in the dark alley behind Club Depraved.
For the past month Lady Layla had blackmailed Jennifer Jade into being a bondage slave whore at her club, from six at night to three in the morning. Monday through Sunday. But the weekend days she served as either Layla’s or Dorothea’s personal plaything. Of course, every sex act in that month of depraved debauchery, every kinky scene Jennifer did, every act of prostitution Jennifer performed, was well recorded on video. Every minute she served her mistress, was another minute of blackmail material for Lady Layla.
Fortunately for her, Jennifer had to go to Paris for a week on business. Layla was a convicted felon, and was on probation, so couldn’t go. Dorothea was afraid of flying. That gave Jennifer a week away from all sex, and allowed her body to recover.
“Ms Patriot is back!” the sexy super heroine cried, baby blues fierce. “Now L
ady Layla LaBeauf will know my wrath! Justice will prevail. This Ms Patriot declares.”
It was four in the morning, so Club Depraved was closed and everyone associated with it had gone home to bed. If she failed to recover all of the blackmail material that night, Ms Patriot knew Jennifer would be back on her knees that evening, submissively serving her mistress and any man or woman with a spare hundred dollars to spend on their perversion of choice.
The worst part, and what truly stoked Ms Patriot’s need to succeed, was that Jennifer actually enjoyed being submissive and being so terribly exploited sexually. The sexy super heroine understood it was due to her Valkyrie body, or what super heroines called the Valkyrie Curse. Being a direct descendant of the Valkyrie gave her the body to become a super heroine, but it also made her highly susceptible to sexual exploitation. After a month of whoring herself at Club Depraved, Jennifer’s body needed extreme amounts of sex to feel right. Being deprived of that needed sex left Ms Patriot’s body almost trembling, throbbing with need, but that intense need ensured her body was consumed with pent up sexual frustrations. Those frustrations are what fueled her golden power belt, which gave her super powers.
“A two-edged sword,” Ms Patriot muttered, trying to divert her mind from dwelling on all the sex, which really made her feel weak and vulnerable when she needed to be strong and dominate. “It’s all that Bliss they gave me. It’ll take a while to get it out of my system.”
Intellectually, Ms Patriot knew all of the drug was out of her body after three or four days. Emotionally, she needed something to blame for her current weakness. It wasn’t her weakness, her deep base needs and urges that caused her to be so sexually distracted twenty-four/seven. No, it was the Bliss. Speaking of Bliss, she really, really missed it. Those nightly doses were divine while they lasted.
The more she thought about the manner in which she served Lady Layla, the more she thought about the perversions she endured within Club Depraved, the hornier and needier Ms Patriot became. Butterflies filled her lower belly, while her pussy was hot, wet, and achy. Throat and chest were starting to get tight, forcing her to pant lightly. Then she caught herself looking up and down the dark alley, trying to find a man to “take care of her” with a quickie.
