George and the Debt Pt. 06

Pager Update : Debs continues her whoring each night and now her daughter, Chrissy, has been joined for an overnight stay by the ugly, obese, Owen. This man has promised Chrissy she will beg for his cock before the night is out. Georgina has thoroughly enjoyed her first date, prostituting herself with a man, Monty. : Update Ends

"Fuck me Owen," Chrissy shouted. "Fuck me... harder you bastard... am I young enough for you?"

His expression turned to shock for a moment then he grinned and redoubled his efforts. His cock was plunging deep now and Chrissy was beginning to lose herself in the sensations coming from between her thighs.

"Yes... uh uh uh... split me in two," she screamed. "... give it to me... harder... faster... I want your cum in me."

Next to her Richard and her mother were getting into a rhythm. He was holding her by the hips and plunging away with a look of concentration on his face. Probably trying not to cum too soon, Chrissy thought. Her mother was gasping and moaning and then it looked like her elbows gave way and she collapsed down. Her face was on the sheets next to Chrissy's and her eyes were rolled up in her skull, leaving just white showing in a rather spooky manner. Her eyelids fluttered and a series of little screams came out of her mother's slack and wide open mouth. Richard didn't stop, he just shifted his position slightly, to account for her mother's new slumped position, and pounded on.

Owen looked at the pair and then lifted himself off Chrissy. For the first time that evening the teen felt disappointment when his cock was pulled out. Unpleasant as he looked his cock was now her cock, it belonged to her, or possibly she belonged to it. She wasn't sure which, but how dare he remove it, she thought.

She only suffered an empty cunt for a brief time. Owen flipped her over on the bed so she was face down and then, roughly putting his hands under her hips, he lifted her bottom until it was as high as her mother's. They both now had the 'bum up and head in the sheets' position, and were parallel to each other. Owen pushed back in.

"Yes... aaargh... oh that's good," said Chrissy. "Fuck me Owen... fuck me like your son's fucking my mother... give it to me... hhhgggh... oh shit!"

Owen did as he was told and Chrissy gloried in the sensations. She reached out to her mother and they held hands while the two men pounded away. Their hands twitched and grasped at each other as each experienced bursts of pleasure. Chrissy was now panting and it was like sparks were growing in her cunt. Brighter, infusing her, building in her mind until...

"Hggggghh... yuuuuurgh... haaaaargh!!!"

This time it felt like her orgasm had taken over her whole body, displacing her mind, and controlling her reactions. She held her mother's hand tight while she pounded her other hand on the bed, clenched tightly into a little fist, hammering out her passion. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably and she could feel her toes curling. Her orgasm seemed to last a very long time but then, apallingly, Owen pulled out of her again.

"Noooo!" she shrieked. This mustn't stop, she thought, I want this, I need this. "No... give me more... I want more... please Owen... pretty please... oh I'm begging you... don't stop." Chrissy was aware this was exactly what Owen had predicted. This ugly old man had told her she would 'beg for it' before the night was out. And he was right, damn him.

"Say it!" he grinned down at her as she strained to look up at him from her prone position. Trying to catch his eye, demonstrate her willingness to take more.

She could see his gnarled, curved, cock waving in front of his hairy belly. In the air, and not where she wanted it, inside her. She knew what he wanted her to say, and obliged, "Fuck me Owen... cum in me... give me a baby... I want your baby."

"You want more?" he asked.

"Yes, I want more."

"We'll give you more," he said, nodding at his son.

He grinned, wickedly, then he indicated Richard should stop fucking her mother and lie on his back. He did so, his beautiful cock pointing straight up into the air.

"Sit on him," Owen growled at Chrissy. "Facing his feet."

Chrissy placed herself straddling his legs and slowly lowered himself. She was worried this looked ungainly but Owen seemed okay with her efforts and her mother looked on with a strangely wistful expression on her face. Was that regret it wasn't her, wondered Chrissy. Then she was lowering herself onto Richard's cock and marvelling at the sensations as she impaled herself.

"Lift and lower yourself, lass," ordered Owen, then as Chrissy started to use her legs to move herself up and down, he continued, "Good... now faster... faster... put some effort into it."

Chrissy clung to Richard's thighs and slammed her bottom down onto his six pack. For the first time she was fully in control of the pace. Except that Owen kept whispering in her ear.

"Faster lass... really give him your cunt!"

Chrissy complied and, after about fifteen minutes, she could feel Richard's thighs tensing up. Then he spoke. "Dad... dad.. please... I'm gonna..."

"Stop!" commanded Owen.

Chrissy stopped with Richard's cock half way into her cunt. And waited. She guessed that Richard had been about to ejaculate. Clearly something that wasn't allowed, yet.

"Okay lass," said Owen after two minutes. "Now slowly lower yourself down."

Chrissy was delighted to be able to do this, her own thighs were beginning to cramp with the tension of holding her body over Richard. She sank down with a contented sigh.

"Lay back," said Owen, putting a hand in the middle of her chest and pushing. She did so, her back resting on Richard's chest, his cock still deep inside her.

"Richard," said Owen. "Grab her tits and hold on. We're going for two in one."

Richard's hands encompassed Chrissy's chest and started to maul her breasts. She sighed with delight and closed her eyes, then a touch against her sex made her open them again. Owen had put his knees either side of his son's legs and was pressing his cock between Chrissy's cunt lips.

"You wanted more," Owen laughed. "We're going to give you more." Chrissy was puzzled but the fact that her mother had grabbed her hand, and was holding it tight, gave her a clue that something big was going to happen.

Owen's cock rubbed her clitoris and cunt lips and, while Chrissy was thinking there was nowhere for it to go, he pressed it down onto his son's penis and pushed forward. Guided by his son's cock, and Chrissy's plump cunt lips, Owens cock started to make its way into her already well stuffed vagina.

"Oh My God!!" screamed Chrissy. "That's too much... I can't... I can't."

"You wanted more," grinned Owen.

"Yes... but that's too... that's... I... I can't... oh oh oh I'm cumming... I'm cumming!!!"

Owen paid no attention to Chrissy's objections, or her spontaneous orgasm, but slowly pushed. He knew she would enjoy it soon enough.

Chrissy was already feeling quite full from Richard's cock but with the head of Owen's pushing in, stretching her cunt lips around her clitoris, the feelings became overwhelming and she screamed and thrashed about in her orgasm. Owen pushed again and now half his cock was in her. She grabbed at him her fingers grasping his sweaty body, running through his rather course body hair, digging into the flab.

"Now take it all!," he shouted, and rammed the remainder of his cock into her. Chrissy threw her head back and let out a long, shuddering moan, then lay there panting furiously. She felt locked in place, impaled on Richard's cock, his hands grasping her breasts, his body rubbing against her back. Owen, on top of her, competed the cage, his hands gripping her shoulders hard, his cock fully inserted too and his belly pressing heavily on her clit.

Chrissy looked up into Owen's flushed red face, waiting for the inevitable thrusting that she knew she wanted, even though she felt it might change her psyche for forever. Make her someone who was always seeking more and more extreme sexual experiences. Then it started. Richard thrust up while gripping her nipples between finger and thumb, and Owen, who had more freedom of movement pounded away. Chrissy had overheard a boy at college boasting that he had made love to his girlfriend and 'fucked her out of her tiny mind', which she found a bit insulting, and very unlikely. But here were two men doing just that. Within moments of them getting into their stride her mind was filled with the pleasure her body was receiving. Nothing else mattered. She was truely out of her tiny mind.

Owen and Richard were the perfect double act and kept going for an hour. During that time they moved Chrissy into various poses, but always with two cocks in her, On and on they thrusted ignoring the occasional times when Chrissy complained that she couldn't go on, couldn't take any more. Both of them came twice, and Chrissy came three times before she finally collapsed with exhaustion.

Everything went dark and, when Chrissy woke up, she was sat in the bedroom chair with a blanket over her. On the bed Richard and Owen were doing what they had done to her, to her mother, who was moaning and dribbling drool. Her mother's face looking like one of the college girls that Chrissy recalled who had spent the first evening in the Student's Bar getting completely plastered. Only she doubted her mother had been drinking, this was just the effect of impossibly good sex.

Chrissy fell asleep to the sound of grunts from the men and moans from her mother and, when she woke again, she was in her own bed and it was daylight. Everything felt sore, breasts, nipples and particularly between her legs.

Breakfast for these three of Anton's employees happened in very different ways.

Georgina was taking hers in bed the next morning. Monty had ordered breakfast and it was brought to the room on a little wheeled trolley. He'd given Georgina a thank you blow job when they woke up which had left Georgina feeling amazing. Then they sat like husband and wife eating their breakfast from trays. They showered, dressed, kissed goodbye, and parted.

Debs was woken early by Owen and Richard. She'd slept between them, occasionally roused by one, or both of them, to provide more sex. Owen went off to shower and she and Richard took advantage of his early morning wood.

Chrissy had been the first to wake up. She found herself in her bed, alone, aching from the night before and she'd showered and got dressed for college, trying to put the events of last night out of her mind. There was no doubt she'd enjoyed a lot of it, and Owen's promise that she'd love his cock had come true, but the whole thing seemed so dirty and degrading in the cold light of day. But, as she began to remember two cocks inside her, and the sensations they had created, her mind pushed aside the idea that it had been degrading, she wanted more. More, and more dirty too.

She'd occupied herself putting out the breakfast selection that her mother presented to all her lovers, chosen her own bowl of cereal, and was eating when Owen arrived. Now, a few minutes later, she was bent over the kitchen table gasping and groaning as he hammered at her. He'd pulled down her jeans and knickers with not a single word, bent her over and - after a little loosening up with his fingers - had plunged in. Confident she would not refuse, and that his punting time had not yet run out.

Debs came down for breakfast to find her daughter being ravaged in the kitchen.

"Mornin' Debbie," said Owen, without losing a stroke. "Bloody good time last night. Anton's got a pair of treasures in you and your daughter. I'm gonna tell all me friends about you two."

"Oh, thanks Owen," Debs replied, not sure what else she could say. He was a happy customer so, presumably, Anton would be happy too. And a happy Anton meant no trip to white slavery. But she was beginning to worry about the consequences of working for Anton on her innocent daughter.

"I'll forgo breakfast," grunted Owen. "Got to be at an early meeting, but I just thought I'd have some fun and put some more baby batter in your daughter's cunt before I departed."

"Hng hng hng hng," said Chrissy, hanging onto the edge of the table for grim death as her body was thrown about by the violence of his thrusting.

"Hmmm," said Owen. "You can do better than that you little slut. Let's have more than just grunting. What do you want?"

"Er... hng hng... I want your cock?"

"And?"

"I want your cum... give me your cum... I want to... have your baby," said Chrissy, calculating that he wasn't going to leave until he got his own way.

It worked, Owen laughed, thrust faster, and then shouted out, "I'm cumming, slut. Take it! Take it!"

Baby batter, as he had described it, flooded into Chrissy's cunt. She could feel it pooling deep inside her. From the length of his cock it was being deposited very close to her cervix. Then he pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his trousers without even bothering to clean it, gave Chrissy a peck on the cheek, and was gone. She stood for a moment, a trickle of cum running down the inside of her thigh, then struggled back upstairs for another shower to try to get rid of the man's smell.

Four weeks went by and the routine of the house continued. Debs had a customer each night and got through another two dozen strangers. But only one person turned up each night, there was no repetition of the pair of men that she and Chrissy had entertained. Despite that she was kept very busy by her clients, many of whom had clearly been saving themselves for the experience. Between 10pm and 10am she got very little sleep. From time to time a bit of extra money was deposited into her bank account. It seemed that Anton was true to his word that she might, by excellent work, get some extra payments. Presumably these were tips that the clients had asked to be given to her. She soon learned that the more slutty she acted, the more likely it was she would get a tip.

Amongst the seemingly endless line of old farts, middle aged businessmen and callow youths Debs identified very quickly a standout man. She'd been collecting information on Anton's empire, in the hope that one day it might be useful, and one name carried with it shudders of dread from everyone who mentioned it to her.

Aleksandar, Anton's enforcer.

Debs quickly realised that the latest man, despite saying his name was Dave, was unusual. The old bullet wound, and the scars from knife fights on a body that was hard as iron, told her whom she was to have in her bed that night. The Enforcer! And, she suspected, he had not paid to see her on his day off. Anton had sent him as one of those mystery shoppers, to test out his latest worker. Was she willing? Was she enthusiastic? Was she prepared to do whatever the customer asked? Was she a total slut?

Well Aleksander, she thought, you'll not fool me. And she set off to be the perfect whore. She sucked, and swallowed. She spread wide to take him deep and clawed at his back with evident pleasure. She sucked again even though his cock was slimy with cum. She stuck her arse in the air and let him bugger her. She allowed him to throw her all over the bed and screamed with appreciation when he became very rough. And, when he finally ran out of energy, in the early hours of the morning, she lay in his arms and encouraged him to tell her everything he wanted to say. What she didn't know, and what he was careful not to mention, was that Alexsander was the bisexual heavy who had tested her husband back at the start of her change in circumstances. The man who had sucked George until he came in his mouth. A quality test that had led to the family working for Anton.

'Dave' left the next morning a satisfied man and Debs heard nothing from Anton, so she assumed she'd passed the quality test.

Georgina had a client to service about every two or three days. The interval being to allow her to recover between bouts, and perhaps because there were fewer clients for a sissy. Sometimes the session was at a hotel, sometimes in the client's own home, the taxi arriving to take Georgina away and bring her home. Few of the men were as generous as Monty, most just wanted the sex and were not inclined to 'wine and dine' her. But she quickly learned to accommodate their needs. She learned she was regarded by most of them as a 'bottom' and that a lot of the men regarded themselves as 'top'. Which meant she spent a lot of time under them, grunting and gasping as they rammed into her. Dominating her. Spraying her with cum. Filling her bowel with cum, or 'breeding' her, as some of them called it.

Then she had someone who was different. He announced himself as 'versatile' and insisted she penetrated him once he'd cum in her 'man cunt', as he called it. Georgina had acquitted herself quite well. She'd been paying attention to how the men prepared her for penetration and reversed the role. And, to her surprise, she discovered she could maintain an erection throughout, even ejaculating when the client demanded she cum inside him. The sensations were wonderful and the sounds he made as she buggered him were very exciting. She began to look forward to more clients who were 'versatile'.

There had been four visits to the clinic during this time and her hair and body continued to be refined. The injections in her breasts were really beginning to show fruit, she had now passed Debs' size, and she understood now why Toni had booked her for a new measuring session. If her breasts continued to grow then soon her dresses wouldn't fit. And she had become very conscious of how she looked, knowing that her clients wanted her to look authentically female, whilst retaining those hidden male features they loved to suck.

Talking of sucking, the other area of expansion was down below. The nurse had said something about enhancing her penis and the work was well underway. Georgina had always thought that penis enhancement was a myth but Anton clearly had acces to some real sci-fi medications. The weekly injections and twice daily pills were having an impressive effect on her and she was waking on a morning with a hard-on such as she'd never experienced before. And each morning her cock seemed a little larger.

Not only was her penis much longer, possibly half as long again as a few weeks ago, it had fattened out to a bigger girth. George's penis had been a slender object, now Georgina was living with a fat bulk that threatened to show through some of her more skin tight dresses. The head, which originally had been the same width as the shaft, was also much larger, with a more pronounced rim and a distinctly mushroom shape in a deep purple colour. And the shaft had assumed a dark, tanned, appearance as if it was the sun-drenched cock of a lifeguard at a nudist beach. Even her testicles seemed to have grown, providing about twice the amount of cum when she came, and her scrotum had expanded to accommodate their increased size and weight.

When her penis was erect now it was so much harder than it had ever been. Georgina thought she could probably hang weights from it, if she wanted to. To sum up, it was an astonishing transformation. Made even more dramatic because of the contrast with the rest of her. Her breasts, belly, hips and thighs had all become softer, more rounded, more feminine, so this new beast of a penis was framed by ever increasing curves around its masculine bulk.

If she'd been sent an email suggesting these improvements were possible she'd have immediately put it in the spam folder!

Certainly her clients were very happy with what she showed them, and were very complimentary. 'George' had never been praised for the size of his cock. Even Debs hadn't made a fuss about it, simply saying it was 'very nice'. Georgina's versatile client hadn't used words like 'very nice' but much more rude ones and had moaned his satisfaction and told her that he'd not had a big cock like that for a very long time. She came home very pleased with herself.

Chrissy however was getting very frustrated. Her pager had remained silent. When this employment had started she never thought she would actually be wanting sex, desperate for it. The itch between her legs for a good hard cock becoming more and more insistent. She almost hoped Owen would return but he didn't.

She thought about asking one of the boys at College for sex but they all seemed so immature now. And what if they gossiped? They did seem inclined to tell their friends just exactly how far they had got with each girl they dated. And, at this point, Chrissy didn't want to be labelled a slut by all her college friends.

The one time she'd pressed YES and? to try to get Anton to send her someone the reply had been...

Wait. A special event is being organised for you. More information soon.

This reply satisfied her a bit and she threw herself into her college work as a distraction but frustration finally won out. She was about to go to the General Office, and ask Miss Forbes to book her into a hotel meeting with Dean Hughes and the other lecturers, when she saw Abi in the café.

"Hi Abi, how's things?" she waved and accepted the seat Abi was pointing at.

"I'se fine," replied Abi, then she indicated one of her books. "But this shit is messin' wi' me brain."

There followed a brief discussion about course work and then Chrissy plucked up the courage to steer the conversation around to what she was really interested in. "Er... how's your dad?" she asked, keeping her voice down in case any of the other students in the café could hear them.

"Fit as fuck," said Abi, a bit louder than Chrissy would have preferred.

"Oh... good... er... do you think... er... he might be interested in..."

"Oh you'se wanna fuck him," Abi laughed. "You'se got that look of a gurl who wants it bad."

"Is it that obvious?" asked Chrissy.

"I'se seen it on many a gurl who knock on our door," explained Abi. "Sometimes they'se cum alone, sometimes they'se bring a friend."

"A friend?"

"Day tink a friend help, just to watch ya know and keep 'em safe, but dad he usually fucks 'em both."

"I can imagine that," replied Chrissy who was remembering watching her mother being taken by the enormous black man. She could imagine someone wanting the support of a friend but Delroy would doubtless take it as a challenge to seduce the non-participant as well.

"You'se in luck," said Abi. "Dad's on a few days off. Him home, and feelin' bloody randy."

"Oh good," replied Chrissy, wondering how Abi knew what level of randiness her dad was feeling. She could see Abi smiling.

"I knowse he bloody randy," she explained. "Cos he came into me room this mornin' and fucked me awake."

Chrissy nodded in understanding. She had suspected that Delroy wasn't unhappy about a bit of incest with his daughter.

"So," continued Abi. "Why don you cum home wi me now. Him be delighted to fuck you. Get yourself some gud black cock."

Chrissy had no lectures that afternoon so hastily agreed and, after Abi had texted her dad to let him know they were on their way, they headed to her home. And, on arrival, Gabrielle was in the hallway to greet them.

"Oh tank God!" Gabrielle grinned. "I'se bin duggu-duggu'd three times so far today. I'se can't get anything dun round da house."

"Duggu-duggu?" asked Chrissy, puzzled.

"Fucking," explained Abi.

"Oh!" said Chrissy. That meant Delroy had had sex four times today, so far. She sincerely hoped he hadn't run out of energy.

Abi led the way upstairs. Chrissy knew where they were going, she'd peeped into the master bedroom the last time she'd visited. Abi opened the door and Chrissy stepped inside. A rich male voice said, "You stay too Abi, we'll need you. Thanks for the message, I called some friends."

The room was full of black men. Naked black men. Aghast, Chrissy backed off, in terror of five big black cocks that were in various states of arousal. Her back hit the door, Abi had closed it behind her and Chrissy's escape route was blocked. Delroy laughed, "Don worry, I'll sort dis." Then he strode forward and tapped Chrissy twice on the left shoulder...

Angel stared at the men in the room, assessing each of them as a punter. She knew Dwayne, her pimp, but recognised none of the other men, though they all looked well endowed and very fit. Black punters, who could be relied on to give her a good time. The chubby black girl was probably one of Dwayne's other girls. To her experienced eye the setup had all the hallmarks of a gangbang. Perhaps the girl had been brought to act as Fluffer but Angel knew who was the main event, she was.

"Strip her," said Dwayne, and the men moved forwards. Angel was a bit miffed, if he'd given her some notice she could have put on her best sexy clothes. She was currently dressed in what she referred to as her supermarket clothes, ordinary stuff she wore when she needed to get food in. The men didn't seem bothered. They surrounded her and helped her out of her garments. From the corner of her eye she could see that Dwayne was baring the breasts of the chubby black girl, then forcing her to her knees near the bed.

Now she was naked and it was her turn to be appraised. Hands turned her and felt her breasts and cunt, while the plump black girl sucked Dwayne until his cock was slick with her saliva. The men seemed impressed and moved to their piles of clothes, returning to Dwayne with bundles of notes. I hope I get a good proportion of that lot, thought Angel, I'm going to earn it. Some of the men were already presenting their cocks to the black girl to be sucked into hardness, and Dwayne was approaching her.

He'd get first fuck, as was his right as her pimp.

Dwayne wanked his cock a couple of times and got onto the bed. Angel expected him to be rough but even she was shocked by the speed with which he pushed her flat, spread her thighs, and presented his cock to her cunt. She looked down the length of her body at the mushroom head which was distorting her cunt lips, pushing them out, as he lined up for the thrust. The other men drew close and two of them grabbed her arms.

I know my job, Angel thought, there's no need to hang on to me. But perhaps they just wanted to be part of the sex, to be able to touch the girl, to be involved in the first penetration of the afternoon. Perhaps they liked to think they were part of a game where the girl was unwilling, or terrified, and had to be restrained.

"Urggggh," gasped Angel, as Dwayne made his move. No matter how many times her pimp fucked her this first thrust was always a trial. Filling her more than most of her white punters, his strength holding her down on the bed so she could not resist, his cock drove in hard until his balls tapped on her buttocks. Usually what happened next was a brief pause while he controlled his urge to cum quickly in her tight cunt, and then the pounding would begin.

This time, to her delight, she was well occupied during the pause as she waited for Dwayne's cock to lose some sensitivity. A black cock was presented to her mouth, hands mauled her breasts, and one pressed down hard on her clit. Her body began to sing with the touch of these men, she'd always been a sucker for more than one man touching her. The feelings piling up, one on top of another until her head swam.

Then Dwayne pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders and started to thrust.

"Yeh boss," Angel muttered. "Fuck me, show 'em how its done."

She was going to give more encouragement but at that moment a thick black cock was rammed down her throat and talking was impossible. She spread her arms wide, her fingers grasping, and was rewarded with cocks to wank. Dwayne pounded away saying, "You'se a slut for black cock. Take it! Take it!"

She did take it, knowing that a good performance was necessary or the cash she'd seen would never come her way. She moaned and groaned appreciatively and, when Dwayne was cumming deep inside her, she screamed in joy and writhed around on the bed in a fake orgasm. Dwayne pulled out and it was time to get the other men more involved. Angel pulled her mouth free of the fat black cock she'd been sucking and, looking up at them, smiled, "Who's next then? Come on you bastards. Who's going to fuck me next?"

The men hesitated, they clearly needed more encouragement, Angel thought.

"Stick that black cock in me," she aimed her words at the man directly in front of her. "I want it. I'm gagging for it. Fuck me hard, like the little black cock loving whore I am!"

It worked, the man stumbled into the bed and loomed over her, his bulk cutting out the light from the ceiling lamp. She grabbed his cock and steered it to her cunt lips, wriggled sexily as he pushed. His cock wasn't as fat as Dwayne, but he was longer. She felt him touch her cervix. I'm gonna need a day off after this, she thought, as the man started to thrust.

One man was rapidly followed by another as she plied her trade on the bed. Each of the punters got their time in her. Three of them were caught out by her tight vagina and came quite quickly but one was a real stud and fucked her for twenty minutes solid. And one of the men, that had the misfortune to cum quickly, stayed inside her, got hard again, and also gave her a good seeing to. Stirring his own cum with his thrusts. And they all became erect for a second time, to her delight.

Angel noted that Dwayne, after the first couple of guys got involved, was sitting back to watch the games. The fat girl was knelt between his thighs and he used her head to pleasure himself. From time to time he suggested a change of position for Angel which she accommodated, anxious to earn as much of that cash as possible. She knew he'd give her a proportion based on her performance.

One of the men took out a phone and started to take photos. Angel glanced over at Dwayne but he didn't seem bothered so she smiled for the guy and twisted herself so his shots got good angles and showed fat black cocks penetrating her slender white body. Perhaps Dwayne would use them to advertise her on one of those escort web sites. He'd mentioned a few times that she might earn more cash if she came in off the streets and took a better class of punter.

Now all the men had fucked her at least twice, two of them three times, and it felt as if the session was drawing to its close. Dwayne told the men to wank over her, so she lay back with her legs splayed wide, and her mouth as wide open as she could manage, while they all 'beat their meat' over her. Dwayne joined in and soon the spurts of cum started, splashing over her. Criss-crossing her with sticky strands. Then Dwayne was tapping her on the shoulder and she fell back on the bed, suddenly very sleepy...

"Ugh!" said Chrissy. She was on the bed and something was covering one eye. Sitting up she investigated. She was splattered with cum, across her face and breasts. Lots of cum. More than one person's worth. And, on the bed next to her was a bunch of banknotes. On the other side, sitting on the edge of the bed, was Abi.

"Yo gurl," said Abi. "You'se good. I nat seen anytink like that!"

"Sorry?" said Chrissy, confused. The last thing she remembered was coming into the room, being faced with a room full of naked black men, and trying to run away. Now the house was quiet and the room was empty, though the bed was rumpled as if a fight had occurred, or someone had experienced a very sleepless night. It was also stained with various substances.

"You'se were all for runnin'," said the black teen. "But mi dad him touch you and you changed. Proper little Thot you become."

"Thot?"

"It mean 'That hoe over there!'"

"Oh God," sobbed Chrissy. "Really?"

"Yes'um, you took all dem men at once like a pro. Dad first... but you call him Dwayne. Why you call him Dwayne?"

Chrissy noted that Abi's accent was stronger when she was at home. "I don't know. You say your dad touched me?"

"Yeh, like dis..."

Abi leant over and tapped Chrissy twice on the shoulder.

Angel was on the bed, she'd worked hard and was about to collect her money. From the amount left Dwayne had been generous. But the plump black girl, the Fluffer, was leaning over her. Trying to steal her money? Trying to take a cut?

She snatched up the notes and bounced off the bed to the dressing table. Here she picked up a steel nail file. I'll deal with this black bitch, she thought, leaning in close and pressing the nail file up against the girl's throat.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Angel snarled.

"Er... nuttin'," replied the Fluffer. "I'se just showin' you how me dad's touchin' you."

The girl looked and sounded scared, which was just what Angel wanted. Was she suggesting that Dwayne was her father? Unlikely, Angel thought, she'd better make it clear to this girl what the situation was.

"This is my money, bitch," Angel snarled. "If Dwayne wants to pay you something for fluffing he will. Now fuck off and let me count my cash."

The girl, looking terrified, tapped Chrissy on the shoulder. It was a delicate series of three taps, as if she was trying to say 'stay away, please don't hurt me'.

Chrissy shook her head. She had a bundle of banknotes in her hand but, more alarmingly, she was holding a metal nail file to Abi's throat. She'd pressed the tip in hard enough to distort the teen's flesh, but luckily it had not pierced the skin. She dropped the file as if the metal was hot.

"Oh sorry Abi," she cried. "What the hell is going on?"

"Dunno," replied Abi. "After two taps here... " she indicated one shoulder, "... ya get sexy and mean. An if ya get tree taps here..." she indicated the other shoulder, "... ya back to nice."

Chrissy sat down in the bed. How was it she had two people inside her? She couldn't understand what had happened to her. Even after sex with her boyfriend, that fumble during the party, she hadn't become obsessed with it, and the idea she could be mean, or threaten her friend, was very upsetting.

"I'll run you a shower," said Abi. "Ya got five men cum on you."

Convinced her world was falling apart Chrissy showered. Her cunt was sore. She'd had sex with five men, according to Abi, all at the same time. How did that work, she thought? They'd paid her, so it must have happened, but why could she not remember five very large black cocks? And why was she still frustrated?

After a cup of coffee, and a short rest, she bade farewell to Abi and her mother and headed for home. Who could she talk to about these blackouts? Anton? He was probably the cause of them but the pager did not allow a message to be sent to him. If she pressed YES and the question mark all she'd get was another sexual encounter. She would, she decided, have to wait until she had a chance to talk to him alone. She put the money away in her cookie jar. Adding it to the wodge of notes already in there. Now she had quite a bit of cash. Sex for money officially made her a whore.

A few days later all three pagers chimed. The message on each of them was the same.

Come to the Casino at 7pm. Around the rear of the building is a green door. Ring the bell and wait to be let in. You are to be part of a special event which will last all evening.

Everyone prepared in their own way. Georgina got out her best green dress. Debs took a long shower to relax herself. And Chrissy decided to be a bit rebellious and made herself up in goth makeup with her tightest black jeans and the latest Corrupt Bimbo T-shirt. She was thinking of asking Anton about her strange experiences and the goth costume made her feel stronger.

Debs did the driving to the Casino. Georgina was still struggling to drive with her high heels. After parking up they looked for the door. It just appeared to be some sort of fire exit, with a dim emergency light over it. But when they got closer they could see it was painted green and, as promised, there was a bell push in the middle.

Debs pressed it and they could hear the bell ringing deeper in, and higher up. After what seemed like ages, but could only have been a minute, the door opened. Whoever had operated the bolts and latches was hidden by the door. Debs led the way into a short hallway. Ahead was a single flight of steps up to the first floor. Georgina tottered in, followed by Chrissy, and the door was closed again.

Chrissy found herself looking at a young girl who was dressed like a cinema usherette, she almost expected the girl to have a tray and be selling cigarettes, or perhaps ice cream. She was about Chrissy's age, a skinny redhead, with a serious expression. She had a clipboard and, with her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, ticked off her three arrivals.

"Up the stairs please," she said with a pretty pink voice, then led the way.

At the top of the stairs they entered a corridor and Chrissy watched as her mum and dad were guided into a side room. Then she was taken to the door at the end of the corridor.

Debs and Georgina entered a small changing room. There were a few lockers here and two of them were labelled with their names. Debs' locker had just two items in it, a corset and a collar. The instructions said...

Wear only these.

She stripped and dressed. The corset sat under her breasts, lifting them slightly, and stopped above her pudenda. It shaped her waist and emphasised her hips without covering them. The collar was a broad collar that stretched the neck and encouraged the wearer to keep their head up. On it was written the words...

'I am a Housewife Slut'.

Georgina's locker had even less in it. Just a collar of the same design as Debs'. But the instructions were more complicated, they said...

Wear the collar. If you are wearing a bra and knickers remove them, but keep on the dress and any shoes.

The collar read...

'I am a Sissy Slut'.

Leaving her parents behind Chrissy followed the girl into the room at the end of the corridor, and there was Anton. He was sitting on the most luxurious sofa she had ever seen. It was enormous, made from red leather, with deep cushions. He patted the seat next to him.

"Sit down Chrissy," he smiled. "Let's get you relaxed. You're the star for tonight. We need you at your best."

"Yes Anton," replied Chrissy.

"Would you like a drink?"

"I am feeling quite thirsty," she replied, very aware that her dry mouth was due to nervousness.

"Get her a drink," said Anton to the girl who scurried off to obey his instructions. "Now Chrissy I want you to look at this..." he showed her his silver casino chip, "... and relax."

Chrissy felt very calm watching the casino chip sparkle in Anton's hand and quickly sagged back into the soft red leather. His voice was warm, and made her feel warm, and he was taking her on a journey deeper and deeper into a deep, deep, sleep.

"Listen only to my voice," said Anton.

Chrissy listened, very relaxed and ready to obey.

"Your work for me is going very well," he said.

"My work for you is going very well," she echoed.

"Very soon you will become a famous teen porn star who specialises in performing with older men."

"I will become a famous teen porn star," mumbled Chrissy. "I love older men."

"What will be your porn name when you become famous?" asked Anton.

"My porn name will be... Honey Dew," mumbled Chrissy. This name was actually a CSS colour used in web design, and used by Chrissy last year in a college assignment. She'd thought it sounded like a porn star's name at the time and had joked about it to her friends.

"Good," replied Anton. "Tonight is just another step on the road to becoming a famous porn star."

"Uh huh," acknowledged Chrissy.

"Are you ready to take that step?" asked Anton. "Are you ready to show the world what you can do?"

"I am ready to show the world what I can do," replied Chrissy.

"And you won't mind if things get a bit rough," declared Anton.

"I won't mind if things get a bit rough," replied Chrissy.

Anton smiled. He knew that many men who answered the call for a gangbang were too nervous to be much use. They hung around at the back watching other men doing the action. Too many voyeurs would mean the gangbang could look rather lame. He was confident he'd selected well for this event, it had taken a couple of weeks to find, and check out, the men. Testing them with the younger girls from his brothel. They all wanted a piece of this nineteen year old girl. And they were all capable of energetic action in front of the camera.

"I'm going to bring you out of your trance now," he said. "When I count backwards you will wake up. And you will be ready to start work, but very nervous and worried, and you will need a drink. Remember, very nervous and worried, until I say that you're not."

Anton counted backwards from ten to one and brought her up out of her trance. Chrissy blinked and looked around. The young girl had returned with several fruit drinks on a tray. It tasted nice, with a hint of something more alcoholic under the sweet flavours. Chrissy drank it all, and then a second one, suddenly she was feeling very thirsty. And the usherette girl had also brought a collar.

"Take your clothes off," instructed Anton.

Chrissy undressed and put her clothes in a neat pile. The usherette gave her the collar. It said...

Tonight's Slut

... in sparkly letters.

Oh God, she thought, really nervous and worried. What has Anton got planned for me?

She watched as the usherette took up a tray and strapped herself in. It didn't have cigarettes or ice cream on it but lots of little plastic pots. Half of them contained a clear liquid, it looked like water, and the other half contained one or more tiny blue tablets. Diamond shaped tablets. The girl led the way, Chrissy followed her, and Anton brought up the rear.

The room they entered was decorated in a tasteful shade of green. There were chairs all around the walls, occupied by men each wearing only a single white towel either draped across their legs, or tied around their midriff. In the middle was a strange bench. It looked like a massage bench, or one of those benches that were part of gymnasium equipment. And her mother and father were already in the room.

They were shackled to the floor in a kneeling position by manacles that held them behind the knee and around the ankle. And their wrists were bound down next to their knees. They were set facing away from the bench. Close enough to hear what was happening, but unable to see. The men around the walls were laughing and joking and deciding amongst themselves which of the two they preferred. But, as soon as Chrissy entered the room all eyes were on her.

The usherette started to the right of the door and offered each man a blue pill. Some refused but most happily took their pill and knocked it back with a tot of water. Anton steered Chrissy to follow the girl which involved her being presented to each of the men in turn. He stayed close behind.

Their behaviour varied from simply looking at her to touching her sex, and everything in between. Some smiled, some licked their lips, and others made rude comments. Chrissy was upset at being displayed, like so much meat, but kept back the tears. Anton had said she was to be the star of his special event, it was obvious what was about to happen, but she would be damned if she was going to give them the satisfaction of seeing how nervous and worried she was.

They had completed the circuit now and were back to the door. On a vacant chair, presumably Anton's, was a black velvet bag which he now picked up. He extracted two numbered balls from the bag, called out the numbers, and then put them into a little box under the chair. Two men stood up looking very pleased, discarded their towels, and strode over to join him. They each took one of Chrissy's arms.

Chrissy looked at her audience. She knew that this was probably being filmed, in fact she could see where the cameras were positioned and, somehow, deep inside she knew that it was her destiny to be a famous porn star.

But she was very nervous and worried about being held by two men. The anxiety came out all of a sudden, as if from a place deep inside her, "Oh God," she screamed. "No please... let me go!"

She struggled against the men who were caught a little off guard but soon tightened their grip. They dragged her towards the bench. Her worry and nervousness grew dramatically, "No no... please!!" she wailed. "I'm too young. Get off me... you're horrid!"

The two men lifted her onto the bench as Chrissy wriggled and kicked energetically. She was slammed down onto the leather and ineffectually fought them off as they strapped her arms in place, then moved on to lock her ankles into leather manacles. She lay on the bench screaming, "No no... please don't... aaaargh... shiiiiiiit!"

The men unlocked a latch on the bench and heaved at the two parts. It split, the device being two halves from the middle point. The part under her back was a single, padded, bench but the part under her legs was two separate supports. As they pulled the two supports wider and wider, making the bench into a Y shape, it pulled her legs apart, revealing her cunt to the watching men. Then they locked it in position. Everything went black as a blindfold was put onto her. Her anxiety level shot up again with the feeling of vulnerablity.

Oh God, thought Chrissy, this device gives easy access to my cunt and there's no way I can avoid being fucked. I can't even see them coming at me.

"No! No! Please no!" she screamed, rattling her arm restraints. Part of her, the bit that knew she would, one day, be a famous porn star, remembered to say this loud and clear, but she couldn't remember where the nearest camera was so had no idea which way to turn her head.

Anton announced two more numbers, between Chrissy's screams, and Debs and Georgina strained to see what was happening to their daughter. It all sounded very bad. Then their own mouths were full of cock as men called forward by Anton came to be 'fluffed' into an erection. Most of the men needed very little work to get them fully erect, the situation providing an erotic frisson that excited them. Behind Debs and Georgina they could still hear their daughter crying, moaning and occasionally complaining. The moans were changing in tone however, perhaps a sign that her body was enjoying the sex, even if her mind was not.

Chrissy was having a strange time. She was still very nervous and worried but at the same time she believed this was a good step on the way to her being famous. The two men that had strapped her to the bench got first go at her. At least she thought it was the same men. Difficult to tell without being able to see. One was mauling her breasts while the other fingered her cunt to get her well juiced up. The man was curling his fingers quite expertly and she gasped her pleasure and moaned her reluctance in equal parts until she was cumming, violently, swearing at the man.

"You bastard!" she shouted. "Let me go. Don't you dare fuck me."

Of course fucking was exactly what she needed if she was to be famous and the man obliged her. She shouted and thrashed her head from side to side as he pushed in. Then he was energetically fucking her and she screamed out her protest as he grinned and swung his hips hard. Then he was cumming and the second man was moving into position to continue the assault. Anton called out more numbers and soon Chrissy was surrounded by men wanking over her, pushing their cocks into her face for her to suck them, or taking their turn in her cunt. One man rubbed her clit, his hand a blur, and she yelled out her complaint before cumming, hard.

"Argh, no!" she shouted. "Stop it... stop... I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming!! Yaaaah!!"

The man in her cunt pulled out mid orgasm and spurted cum over her, then staggered away to let another man in. This new man used some of the spilt cum to lubricate his cock before ramming it deep into her. She was hovering close to orgasm all the time now, with each new cock likely to push her over the edge into thrashing and moaning as she pulled against the restraints. Chrissy found that, with the blindfold, she was sensitive to the shape of each penis, enjoying the variation that came with each shape. Some were long and slender, some short and fat, and some long fat monsters that stretched her out, making her feel entirely filled with hard flesh. Some were curved, rubbing hard against the wall of her vagina, and others had broad heads that added extra intensity to the thrusts. Some came very quickly, one or two pounded on for ten or more minutes, seemingly immune to releasing their seed. Then the call came.

"Turn her over," shouted Anton. Then he whispered in her ear, "You're not nervous or worried any more, Chrissy."

The fastenings were released and she was manhandled into a sitting position. Then her arms were pulled behind her back and her wrists were fastened together with restraints. She was laid back down, face down this time, and her ankles were again locked in place. At the head end of the bench one of the men unfastened a latch and a section folded down. Chrissy's head and neck were now unsupported and, if she had been able to see, she would have found herself looking at a cluster of men who had already fucked her, and who were wanking themselves into erections and looking at her face. She opened her mouth, guessing exactly what was about to happen, and the first man pushed his cock in and started to thrust.

A few seconds later and a man had penetrated her cunt and the sensations of being 'spit roast' overwhelmed her. She moaned in delight, all pretence at being upset by the gangbang had gone now. For some reason Anton's assurance that she was not nervous or worried was exactly right. She knew her body and face just showed pleasure. As man after man plundered her holes at both ends she gurgled and screamed her enjoyment. Indulging the male fantasy of being so good at sex that a man was capable of taking a girl from unwilling slave to willing slut, happy to let every man in the room share her body. And, as they continued to use her, Chrissy's mind dissolved into a continuous barrage of erotic sensations and frequent orgasms; like a sexual version of the flow of consciousness in the Joyce novel, Ulysses.

Finally they unstrapped her, took the blindfold off, and Chrissy stood, swaying slightly. She felt exhausted and the clock on the wall has moved on over an hour. Was it only an hour, she thought, it seemed to last forever? Behind her four men, presumably members of Anton's staff were removing the massage bench. The usherette was approaching with a tray of refreshments.

The men had returned to their chairs around the wall and were relaxing and chatting. Some still had towels over their legs but the majority were completely naked. Nearly all of them had a sheen of sweat on them, clear evidence they'd been working hard. Then the four staff members returned, carrying a very large mattress that they put in the middle of the room. It was made of a deep red material and was as thick as the mattress on a bed. It looked very heavy.

Chrissy took the refreshments offered without complaint. Her body was telling her it was tired, but her mind felt fresh. There was a wet sensation on her thigh and she looked down. There was a trickle of liquid running down the inside of her thigh. She felt her leg and found that the liquid, cum, was dripping from her vagina. I'm overflowing, she thought, is that another step on the road to fame?

Anton was moving around the room, supervising the work, chatting with the naked men, and looking very pleased. He picked up a box and an empty velvet bag and poured all the balls from the box into the bag. Then he organised her mother and father into new positions.

When Chrissy had last seen them they were fastened kneeling up with their wrists held at floor level. An ideal position for someone to use their mouths for oral sex. Now they had been turned to face the mattress and their forearms were strapped next to each other, and onto the floor. One strap went around both wrists, and the other over the arms just in front of the elbow. Similar straps were attached around the ankles and behind the knee but their legs were spread apart a little. They were held securely in a doggy-style position and Chrissy realised they were positioned for fucking this time. This impression was reinforced when one of the staff members put bottles labelled 'lubricant' next to each of them.

Anton returned to her and stood behind. He placed his hands on her hips and steered her onto the mattress. Looking left and right she could see her parents and they could see her. Part two, she thought, freeform fucking on the mattress. Part one was very controlled, one man at a time, but here it was going to be a free for all.

"Gentlemen," Anton shouted, so the whole room could hear. "I present to you your round two entertainment for tonight! They are all quite new to this so I need you to take charge. Give them an experience they'll remember for a long time."

Chrissy glanced back, hoping Anton was undressing and he would take her first, but she was again disappointed. He had picked up the velvet bag. He pulled out four balls, read out the numbers, and dropped them into the box. And, as their numbers were called out, four men got up and walked towards Chrissy. This time Chrissy could see them coming. They were as old as the Dean and varied in shape, one was tall with a thick cock, one short but quite athletic looking, one was skinny with a long straggly beard, and the last one was overweight, his belly swaying as he came. They wanked their cocks as they walked, and their expressions were of lust.

"Please be gentle," said Chrissy, as they started to touch her.

"Take her," shouted Anton. "She is yours to use, by number. And her parents, well they are free to use."

As the four men pulled Chrissy down onto the mattress she could see the remainder moving to form queues behind her mother and... Georgina. The queue behind her mother was bigger than her trans father, but he... she... they... whatever... were evidently going to get plenty of action too. Then hands were everywhere on Chrissy's body. Between her legs, on her breasts, stroking her hips and stomach.

Over her shoulder she heard Debs wail, "Oh that's good." The first man had stuck his cock into her and was ramming away with his hands on her hips for leverage. But he only lasted a few strokes and then pulled out, spurting cum on the floor. Her mother looked very disappointed.

Georgina gave a deep moan, as the first man pushed his well lubricated cock into her bowels. "Fuck me hard, my master, make me scream, make me cum." Chrissy could see that Georgina had a hard-on as pronounced as any of the men. The sight was something she never expected to see, her father in a dress - well partly in a dress for it was bundled around her waist - her new breasts quivering and her cock waving about as the man brutally buggered her.

A loud cry attracted her attention and she looked back. This was like being at an erotic tennis match. A giant of a man was knelt behind her mother and was pounding away. Her mother's expression was weird. Wide eyed in shock, her mouth sagging open, her tongue poking out, she was making a guttural noise with each thrust. She was being abused most powerfully but, nonetheless, the overall effect of her strange expression was of intense pleasure.

Then the first man penetrated Chrissy and she no longer had any capacity to concentrate on her parents. He was pushing into her with short sharp thrusts, getting deeper and deeper. It wasn't Anton she thought, in fact I don't even know his name, but the sensations were so intense that she moaned out loud. A man who was trying to kiss her finally got his lips on hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Someone was sucking her nipples, in fact it must be both of the other men, because both of her nipples were each getting the attention of a mouth.

The man fucking her was starting to move faster now and Chrissy moved her hands around to grasp the men who were pleasuring her. She felt hairy backs and arms, heads that turned their mouths away from nipples to suck her fingers, and then a cock. It was strongly erect and she grabbed it and tried to rub her fingers along its length. The man who was kissing her was making mmmm noises. Clutching the cock, which presumably belonged to a different man, elicited a groan of pleasure from him too.

Her cunt was getting hotter, and there was a tension building in her thighs, then she felt the cock inside her swell and a hot load was deposited deep in her. The tension suddenly built and then she was seeing stars and her thighs were twitching. She had cum just from the sensation of being bred.

No sooner had the man pulled out when another entered her and she could hear Anton reading out another number. As she regained her clarity of thought again she worked out that Anton was going to try to ensure she always had four men on her. And so it proved. The man kissing her finally moved to suckle a breast and Chrissy could see her new lover. He was graced with short shaved hair and had rather violent looking tattoos and was crouched over her with his hands around her waist. He was hammering away as two other men were holding her legs wide apart. Kissing man then stretched his arm down her body and started to rub her clitoris.

"Aaagh aaarg aaah aaah aaah," screamed Chrissy, no longer able to stay silent. The combination of sensations inside and outside her cunt were bending her mind. She wanted more of this. A lot more of this. And, she asked herself, why wouldn't you want this to go on forever? The second man ejaculated, but this time he pulled out half way through the process and Chrissy felt the splat of cum onto her belly. Kissing man frigging her swore as some of the cum went on his hand.

"Ugh mate," he said angrily. "You've covered me."

"Take it to the sissy," came the reply. "He'll suck it off for you."

Kissing man moved away in the direction of Georgina, holding his hand as if he'd got poison on it. Chrissy lay ready for her next lover to cover her, wriggling her legs to show she was willing. Another man did appear, his physique suggesting many hours in the gym, and his cock rather intimidating compared to what Chrissy had had so far. He knelt between her thighs with his cock large and very erect then, instead of pushing into her, he grabbed her thighs and dragged her up onto his own. He was strong, Chrissy slid along the mattress, then the man deftly pushed his cock down until it was at the entrance to her vagina, and pulled again.

"Yaaaaargh!" shouted Chrissy as the man's cock made her feel as if she was impaled on something the size of a baseball bat. She knew that couldn't be true but she felt stretched and filled in a way that numbers one and two hadn't managed. The pose was a little humiliating, her hips were now well above her shoulders and she lay gasping with her head forced forward. She didn't know what to call this position but she was sure she didn't rate it.

Then the athletic man grabbed her waist and pulled her up off the mattress. Now her torso was in the air and her arms waved at her sides. Her cunt resting against him, his cock fully inside her, her legs around his hips, her knees bent so that her feet tapped together behind him. How are we going to fuck like this, she wondered?

The man tightened his grip around her waist and then proceeded to move her on his cock. He was very strong and her arms swung under her uselessly as she was moved up and down his hard cock, as if she were a sleeve to pleasure him. She was jerked away from him, almost to the point where his cock left her vagina, then pulled back hard so that her clitoris hit his abdomen and his cock filled her balls-deep again. A cheer came up from the other men around the room and they stopped what they were doing to watch this masterclass in fucking.

"Yurggh... yurggh... yurggh," cried Chrissy as she was rammed down onto his cock repeatedly. She had no control, no ability to slow him down and, after a dozen strokes like this, no desire for him to stop. Like a doll that was being used by a perverted boy child for self pleasuring she was helpless in his hands.

Then, after ten minutes of this, just as she thought she could cope no longer with being thrown around, the man heaved the pair of them into a new position. He straightened his thighs, sitting up, and slammed Chrissy down onto the mattress. Her shoulders hit the mat, and her back was forced into a curve, with her hips high and her legs dangling over her shoulders. The athletic man then proceeded to pound directly down into her cunt, his weight and gravity working together. The slap of flesh against flesh, and Chrissy's moans filling the room. Then she came. She grabbed at the man's strong arms and dug her fingers in as she grimaced. Her legs danced in the air. She screamed her joy. Then the man came too, pulling his cock out and aiming the spurts at Chrissy's face.

Once his ejaculation had stopped Chrissy was dropped, like a toy that a child had lost interest in on Christmas day, and found herself flat on her back again. She wasn't alone for long. One man tried to push his cock down her throat, despite the fact that his organ was quite flaccid, and another took possession of her cunt. More successfully, his cock was hard and long. The cum on her face from masterclass fucker made it hard to open her left eye and soon there was more on her body as one man simply wanked over her breasts while watching her being roundly fucked.

At what seemed like miles away she could hear the almost continual groans and moans of her parents and, when a particularly effective lover entered her, she joined her own moans to the chorus. Some of the men asked her to say rude words which seemed to make them more excited. She complied, shouting out, "I'm a whore. I'm a slag. I'm a slut," on request and, more worryingly, "Yes, daddy! Fuck me daddy!" and "I love you Daddy!"

Others demanded that she sit on top of them and gyrate or raise and lower her hips until they came. But most of them wanted her lying down, either looking up with them on top, or on her tummy with them penetrating her from behind. And, as time went on and she got more and more exhausted, she began to prefer positions where she needed to use less energy. Where she could just lay there and take it. Then the giant of a man, who had pounded her mother earlier, arrived and was soon pounding away at Chrissy, insisting they do it doggy style. She wondered, as her body shook with the thrusts, if her expression was as weird as her mother's had been. She imagined herself as wide eyed in shock and she knew her mouth was sagging open with her tongue poking out. Like her mum she was making a wordless grunt with each thrust. And it was glorious, her mind and body completely given over to sex with this stranger.

She lost count of how many men she had fucked but Anton, on the occasions when she could see him, clearly had not. He continued to watch out for each ejaculation and read out numbers. There came a moment when the last few numbers were called out and, shortly after, he declared, "That's all forty of you! The gangbang is over! Thank you gentlemen, thank you to Chrissy our Slut for Today, and let's not forget our two fluffers and free to use, helpers." There was a round of applause. The athletic guy got a special award for 'best position' and, finally, the men drifted away.

The usherette took Chrissy to the showers and, soon after, she was joined by her mum and dad. Her mum looked as tired as she was but her dad looked utterly shattered as if he'd been put through the wringer.

"He's... sorry she's... cum fifteen times today," said her mum, nodding at the busty man in the shower next door. "I think Georgina is beginning to learn what its like to be a woman in a man's world. After the seventh man he kept begging them to stop but it just made them more determined to fuck him until he got an anal orgasm, or shot his load. She's left a pool of cum on the Green Room floor, some from spontaneous orgasms, and some from men who wanked her, poor lamb."

"It's hard to think of her as dad any more," said Chrissy. "That long, fat cock, and those tits that are now as big as yours. Her hips are swelling, her butt is getting cute, and she looks good in a dress, but it's all very confusing for me. Do you make love any more?"

"We've not tried," admitted Debs, thinking that things had really changed if she was discussing her sex life with her daughter in such open terms. "I have a stranger to service thirteen nights out of every fortnight. And Georgina gets fucked hard by her clients and it takes days for her to recover. So there's not much opportunity. We're usually knackered all the time these days. We must try sometime soon though, before your father forgets what it's like to have sex with a woman."

Back at home Chrissy admitted to two things. Firstly, she was really starting to enjoy sex, and disgusting men and degrading practices were really beginning to turn her on. She told her mum about the Dean's proposal for improving her grades to A+, and the fact that she was actively considering it.

The second thing was the blackouts she was having. They talked and, between her and her mum, they decided this must have been the effects of hypnosis. And it was probably Anton who had hypnotised her. It explained a lot of things, but left Chrissy very vulnerable to whatever scenario Anton thought up next. They decided not to tell Georgina at this stage.

The next day the pagers chimed. Everyone groaned, they had been looking forward to some time off. The message on each machine read...

Go on your phone or laptop. Follow the link below. Code 872054.

Debs brought the laptop down to the living room and Chrissy, being the technical one in the family, typed in the URL. The screen revealed a website. It had the look of a porn site but didn't look like a free-to-view site. In fact it looked like the back end of a pay site where material might be stored. They input the code and the screen showed a movie. Debs clicked the play button.

The whole of yesterday's event had been recorded. It showed every detail of all three of them. And, from the technical details associated with the file, this movie was going up for sale the next day. Worldwide access, to any client prepared to pay.

That's enough, thought Debs, this is getting dangerous. The way things are going we are going to end up, by the end of the six months, just as badly off as if we'd been shut in packing cases and shipped to the Middle East. Georgina is on the end of a man's cock several times each week. Chrissy is getting addicted to dangerous sex enjoying acting the whore for groups of men. And by the time we've completed our contract I'm going to have fucked half the paid-sex punters in this town, and will want to fuck the other half. I might even end up pulling ugly men in the pub each night just so that I don't have to go to bed on my own.

I'm going to deal with Anton, get my husband back, and rescue Chrissy from her addiction and her alternate personality. My family is not going to be destroyed by this gangster. All I need are a few allies. Mostly my Mum Fenella, but perhaps also that hypnotherapist, Steve, from the high street, and maybe Georgina's first lover, Monty.

Oh, and a good plan!

Pager Update : Georgina is fully sissified and submissive, Chrissy is sliding into sex addiction, and Debs has decided she's had enough. A good plan is needed. : Update Ends