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LAURA THE WHORE
The Mayim Clinic's next step for Laura was one of the worst. And they made her beg for it.
When Laura turned up, high on her aphrodisiacs, pussy dripping, she wasn't strapped to a machine or shown any films. Instead she was merely stripped naked, made to stand against a wall, and watch as a naked Roy approached her, and eased his hard cock into her cunt. Laura made a token attempt to resist, but her well-conditioned arms refused to obey, and her soaking wet snatch offered his dick no resistance.
Amy watched as Roy slowly fucked Laura, and after a while the pretty researcher removed her own clothes. A confused Laura just stood there, her cunt being fucked, and waited to learn what the program was for the day.
"Laura," asked Amy after a while. "Are you a good little hetero yet?"
Laura moaned. She didn't know how to answer. She wasn't heterosexual. She was a lesbian. Her cunt squeezed Roy's cock unhappily.
Roy slapped Laura across the face hard. "Answer Amy."
Amy repeated herself, "Are you a good little hetero yet?"
Laura moaned again, but she answered. "No... I'm a lesbian...."
Amy moved closer and stroked Laura's cheek. "Do you want to be a good little heterosexual, Laura?"
"No," moaned Laura.
Roy slapped her again, and Amy repeated her question. "Do you want to be a good little heterosexual?"
"No!" protested Laura. She earned another slap, and another repeat of the question.
Laura didn't want to say yes. It wasn't the truth. She wanted to go back to being a non-slutty lesbian who loved her girlfriend. Only... was there such a thing as a non-slutty lesbian? She remembered wanting to lick pussy all the time. She remembered how she had cum from Erica's tongue. Surely she had been slutty to want that? She was finding it hard to remember what things had been like before her blackmail.
Amy was waiting for an answer. Laura didn't want to get slapped again. "Yes," she said.
"Answer in a full sentence, Laura," Amy chided her.
Laura tried to think. It was hard to think on the aphrodisiacs. It was hard to think with a cock in her cunt. "Yes, I want to be a heterosexual," she said. "I want to be a good little heterosexual."
"And are good heterosexual girls wet and ready to be fucked by men?" Amy asked.
"Yes," Laura said. It sounded right. She wished Roy would hurry up and fuck her harder so she could cum. He was pounding her so agonisingly slowly. She remembered she was supposed to use full sentences. "Good heterosexual girls are wet and ready to be fucked by men."
"And are you always a good heterosexual girl?"
Laura wished Amy would stop asking her questions. She found it so hard to think of the answers. A good heterosexual girl? What did that mean? Oh - good girls were wet and ready to be fucked. Was she a good girl? She was wet so often recently. But not all the time. Sometimes she was dry.
"No," she answered. "I'm not a good girl. I'm not always wet and ready to be fucked."
"Well, we want to help you with that, Laura," said Amy. She paused, because at that moment she saw Laura was approaching orgasm. Laura started to buck her hips against Roy and moan - she wanted to cum. But in response, Roy stepped back and pulled his cock out of Laura's twat. Laura squealed in frustration and looked at Roy longingly. Why wouldn't he let her cum?
Roy watched her for long minutes, until she had calmed down, dropped back from the edge of orgasm, and then he stuck his cock back in her and continued slowly fucking. Laura made a long slutty moan.
"We want to help you," repeated Amy. "But only if you ask. A good slut is wet all the time, so what we want to do is change your collar to give you a shock any time you're not wet. Just a little buzz at first, to remind you, but then progressively more painful shocks if you don't do something about it. The chip in your cunt can read your arousal - it knows. It'll just get you into the habit of playing with your cunt any time you're not horny - even in your sleep."
Laura didn't understand at first, and then the idea began to sink in. No - that was awful. She wouldn't be able to maintain even her semblance of a normal life if she was horny all the time. She knew what she was like when her cunt was wet - she made stupid decisions and thought with her twat. She would humiliate herself everywhere. She couldn't allow this. She struggled, but with Roy fucking her, her conditioning made her unable to escape.
"Won't it be nice, Laura? You'll be this horny and slutty and dumb all the time. It will bring the good heterosexual slut in you to the surface, and help wash away the old bitchy Laura who teased men but didn't fuck them. Won't you love that?"
Laura moaned again. No, she didn't love that. She bucked her hips again. Why wouldn't Roy make her cum? Maybe if she bucked a little harder....
Roy pulled out of her again, and again waited for her to calm down before resuming the fucking.
"Now, we wouldn't do this without your consent, of course. If you want this, you have to ask for it. You have to beg for it, in fact, so we know you're certain."
Laura felt relieved. There was no way she would beg for her life to be destroyed in that way.
"But you need to know this, Laura. Roy is going to fuck you like this all night, for hours, without letting you cum. Just exactly like this. Although, maybe, if you beg hard enough for our new treatment, he *might* take mercy on you. Although I'm sure that won't motivate you - what kind of lesbian would beg to be shocked when she's not wet just so she can cum on a man's dick?"
Laura felt her heart sink. She knew what kind of lesbian - the kind that she was. She couldn't control herself on the aphrodisiacs, and if Roy kept teasing her cunt with his cock she knew she was going to be a colossal slut and beg for the shocks in order to cum.
And that was exactly what happened. It took two hours, but in the end Laura begged to have her right to a dry cunt taken away from her.
She tried to resist, of course. She tried to be a good girl, a nice girl, like she had once thought she was. She tried to think of un-sexy things, but it was hard now to think of anything in her life that wasn't touched by her sexual activity. She tried to remember how unattracted to men she was, how she hated them, but her mind just kept shifting to thoughts of cocks, of being raped by cocks, of sucking on cocks, and her cunt bucked happily against Roy's dick in response.
After 45 minutes, Amy offered Laura some help - a painful metal clamp on her clitoris. Laura accepted it, hoping it would stop her arousal. But in her hyper-sensitive state the pain only made her wetter. A half-hour later, Amy took it off again, and the pain of it coming off and letting blood back into her clit was a million times worse than it being on. Laura cried and screamed but when Amy offered her the same clamp on both of her nipples Laura said yes to that as well. She was desperate to try anything to help her control herself. Amy told Laura the nipple clamps were staying on until Laura's orgasm, and from that point on Laura knew that every moment she resisted would make the agony of their removal worse.
By the time she had been there two hours, Laura was drooling, eyes unfocused, unable to think about anything but the pain in her tits and her need to cum. She didn't even realise what she was saying at first - mumbling, almost incoherent. "Please let me cum. Shock me. Change my collar. Please Amy. Please Roy. Please let me cum. I'm such a slut. Shock my fuckhandles. Shock my sluthole. Please hurt me. Please fuck me. Please."
She only understood what she was saying when she heard Amy laughing - a high-pitched, cruel laugh, a laugh that made Laura feel stupid and small. She knew why Amy was laughing - Laura was saying a stupid, slutty thing. She was thinking with her twat like a stupid lesbian cow. But she couldn't help it. She needed to cum.
"Say it clearly, Laura," Amy said. "Say what you want."
Laura used the last of her brainpower to arrange the words. "Please make my collar shock me if my stupid cunt isn't wet, Amy. Please. Please."
"Good girl," said Amy, and stroked Laura's hair. "Okay, Roy. Give her her fun."
Roy sighed with pleasure, eager to cum himself. He looked in Laura's eyes and began to fuck her harder. Laura squealed with happiness, and embraced her long-awaited orgasm.
Just as Laura was on the verge of cumming, Roy ripped both clamps off Laura's nipples, and then slapped her hard in the face.
The pain over-rode everything else. Laura didn't even understand the sensations of her orgasm - they mixed with the agony in her boobs and the shock to her face into one big, confusing nervous shake. Her legs collapsed under her and she would have fallen if Roy weren't pinning her to the wall.
She felt Roy shudder and start to ejaculate into her, his sperm filling her womb. He held her there until his own orgasm had passed, and then let her drop to the ground. She lay there, naked, shuddering.
Amy knelt next to Laura and made a few adjustments to Laura's collar. "There you go," she said. "All ready for your new life."
Laura knew the words she had to say. "Thank you Roy. Thank you for raping me. Thank you for cumming in my fuckhole. Thank you for slapping me. Thank you Amy. Thank you for putting clips on my clit and on my nipples. Thank you for hurting my slutty cum-tunnel and my big whore-balloons. Thank you for making me need to stay wet all the time now. Thank you for helping me be a good little heterosexual slut."
And she felt it. She felt actual gratitude. Of course she was grateful to these people, because otherwise Laura was an unbelievably stupid person for letting them do these things to her. She must have wanted them. And she must be grateful to have them done to her.
==
Laura cried hard when she came down from her arousal high - but she didn't cry too hard, because of course she didn't come all the way down. Her pussy started feeling dry on the drive home, and the chips in her tits and cunt gave her a little warning buzz, and Laura's hand dipped to her cunt and started to massage it to keep herself aroused.
Roy had smiled as he'd told Laura how she'd need to behave to get through her new conditioning. She'd need to drink a lot to keep her body hydrated - her cunt would use up a lot of moisture - and of course she'd have to piss a lot more as a result. She'd need to learn to piss while aroused, if she couldn't do it already. (Laura could - she'd pissed into Erica's mouth during sex enough times by now.) She could get a little help from her aphrodisiacs, but it wasn't safe for her to take them around the clock, so most of the time Laura would be getting horny without drugs. She might want to sleep with a vibrator inside her to stay wet overnight, but Roy suggested she'd be better off just being woken by the shocks a few times and soon enough she'd learn to masturbate herself in her sleep.
The worst bit was that Roy assured her that being horny all the time would have a lasting effect on her brain. It would impair her ability to concentrate, even while dry, and rewire her to put thoughts of arousal into her mind even when doing something unrelated. She would be measurably dumber, and more focused on sensation and less on social propriety. In Roy's words, it would "bring out the real Laura". It frightened and upset Laura to be told so openly how her brain was being changed but there was nothing she could do about it.
And Roy was right. For the length of her blackmailing, Laura was never again able to think just with her brain. Part of every decision was made by her pulsing, dripping, needy twat.
Laura did indeed learn to masturbate in her sleep, although for her first few nights she made Erica stay awake, licking Laura's pussy, to keep her wet all night long. Laura's dreams were filled with erotic and degrading images, and Laura never really got a full night's sleep, which made it even harder to think clearly during the day.
At home Laura would always sit on a dildo and bounce rhythmically to keep herself aroused. When out and about, she would find places to hike up her skirt and rub her pussy through her panties. If she felt herself getting dry at times when she couldn't get away to masturbate, she would blank out and concentrate on her sluttiest thoughts.
Those around her couldn't help but notice Laura was constantly flushed, sweaty, and reeking of sex pheromones. Her nipples were constantly erect, poking through her blouse, and her face was vacant and distracted. Few said anything, but gradually any remaining respect for Laura as a woman, a friend or a coworker in those she knew vanished. Consciously or not, they recognised her as a slut.
Laura barely noticed. She found it harder and harder to concentrate or care about what others were thinking about her. She spent more of every day thinking about her cunt, and how to please it.
She orgasmed much more often now, of course. She also pissed more, as Roy had warned, linked to her increased water intake. At work she would piss into Candy's mouth, and have the big-titted bitch lick her to an orgasm afterwards. At home she sometimes pissed in Erica's mouth, or sometimes pissed while lying on her back in the garden, rubbing her cunt, not caring who saw her. With her head full of arousal, she found it hard to plan for her constantly full bladder, and wet herself occasionally, filling her panties with piss and letting it run down her legs as she blushed.
At the Pretty Titty, Laura completed her transition to being a professional whore. She didn't wait tables anymore - constantly aroused, she was just too stupid to do the job well. Edgar kept her in the back rooms, naked, being raped by a procession of strangers for money. In between tricks, Laura crawled out onto the stage to lick cunts and masturbate in front of a crowd.
Laura's customers used condoms, as was the practice at the Pretty Titty, and Laura was supposed to dispose of them afterwards, but more and more Laura found herself keeping the condoms. Sometimes she would drink from them directly after the client had gone, swallowing the delicious sperm, but other times she would take them home to supplement Erica's bounty, giving her more cum to drink, to smear on her breasts, to put on her food, to push up Erica's twat as she finger-fucked her beautiful abused slave girlfriend in front of the open window to the street.
The Mayim Clinic set homework - each day Laura was supposed to take an IQ test on her computer, allegedly for the Clinic's records but mostly to reinforce to Laura the effect her arousal was having on her brain. A despairing Laura watched her results diminish slowly, day after day, as she found it harder to harder to think about the questions she was being asked through the haze of slutty thoughts. She cried and masturbated as she watched herself getting dumber. After a week she stopped taking the test altogether, being unable to complete it without becoming distracted and browsing for pictures of big-titted girls giving blowjobs.
At the end of the first week Michael came round to visit. Laura gave up all pretence of trying to act normal around him. She had been lost in a haze of slutty thoughts all day. When he arrived she greeted him naked at the door, hugging him tightly and wrapping her legs around him. She led him to the lounge, where she pulled him down on top of her, freeing his cock from his pants and guiding it into her cunt. She sighed blissfully as Michael began to fuck her, and kissed him on the lips ("like a good hetero slut", her mind thought). She bucked against him until he ejaculated into her womb, then transferred as much of his cum as possible to her mouth.
Then she licked and kissed him until he got hard again, and guided him to the bedroom, where Erica was tied up. Laura had made no attempt to make Erica wet today, and she used her own cunt juices to lubricate her girlfriend for Michael's cock. Michael no longer saw the girls as his friends, but rather as his fucktoys, and Erica's now-obvious lack of consent didn't bother him. He blissfully raped Erica's cunt as Erica cried, and when he came, Laura sucked his dick clean and then licked out her girlfriend's twat. Laura then showed him how Erica could be made to drink piss, and Michael, blushing, experimented with using the lesbian as his toilet. Laura watched in horny stupid satisfaction as her friend pissed in her crying girlfriend's mouth, rubbing her pussy idly the whole time. Afterwards she let Michael watch her piss into Erica's mouth as well. Michael took photos, but Laura didn't care. He left the girls some money and promised to come back to fuck them again.
(To be continued...) -->
The Mayim Clinic's next step for Laura was one of the worst. And they made her beg for it.
When Laura turned up, high on her aphrodisiacs, pussy dripping, she wasn't strapped to a machine or shown any films. Instead she was merely stripped naked, made to stand against a wall, and watch as a naked Roy approached her, and eased his hard cock into her cunt. Laura made a token attempt to resist, but her well-conditioned arms refused to obey, and her soaking wet snatch offered his dick no resistance.
Amy watched as Roy slowly fucked Laura, and after a while the pretty researcher removed her own clothes. A confused Laura just stood there, her cunt being fucked, and waited to learn what the program was for the day.
"Laura," asked Amy after a while. "Are you a good little hetero yet?"
Laura moaned. She didn't know how to answer. She wasn't heterosexual. She was a lesbian. Her cunt squeezed Roy's cock unhappily.
Roy slapped Laura across the face hard. "Answer Amy."
Amy repeated herself, "Are you a good little hetero yet?"
Laura moaned again, but she answered. "No... I'm a lesbian...."
Amy moved closer and stroked Laura's cheek. "Do you want to be a good little heterosexual, Laura?"
"No," moaned Laura.
Roy slapped her again, and Amy repeated her question. "Do you want to be a good little heterosexual?"
"No!" protested Laura. She earned another slap, and another repeat of the question.
Laura didn't want to say yes. It wasn't the truth. She wanted to go back to being a non-slutty lesbian who loved her girlfriend. Only... was there such a thing as a non-slutty lesbian? She remembered wanting to lick pussy all the time. She remembered how she had cum from Erica's tongue. Surely she had been slutty to want that? She was finding it hard to remember what things had been like before her blackmail.
Amy was waiting for an answer. Laura didn't want to get slapped again. "Yes," she said.
"Answer in a full sentence, Laura," Amy chided her.
Laura tried to think. It was hard to think on the aphrodisiacs. It was hard to think with a cock in her cunt. "Yes, I want to be a heterosexual," she said. "I want to be a good little heterosexual."
"And are good heterosexual girls wet and ready to be fucked by men?" Amy asked.
"Yes," Laura said. It sounded right. She wished Roy would hurry up and fuck her harder so she could cum. He was pounding her so agonisingly slowly. She remembered she was supposed to use full sentences. "Good heterosexual girls are wet and ready to be fucked by men."
"And are you always a good heterosexual girl?"
Laura wished Amy would stop asking her questions. She found it so hard to think of the answers. A good heterosexual girl? What did that mean? Oh - good girls were wet and ready to be fucked. Was she a good girl? She was wet so often recently. But not all the time. Sometimes she was dry.
"No," she answered. "I'm not a good girl. I'm not always wet and ready to be fucked."
"Well, we want to help you with that, Laura," said Amy. She paused, because at that moment she saw Laura was approaching orgasm. Laura started to buck her hips against Roy and moan - she wanted to cum. But in response, Roy stepped back and pulled his cock out of Laura's twat. Laura squealed in frustration and looked at Roy longingly. Why wouldn't he let her cum?
Roy watched her for long minutes, until she had calmed down, dropped back from the edge of orgasm, and then he stuck his cock back in her and continued slowly fucking. Laura made a long slutty moan.
"We want to help you," repeated Amy. "But only if you ask. A good slut is wet all the time, so what we want to do is change your collar to give you a shock any time you're not wet. Just a little buzz at first, to remind you, but then progressively more painful shocks if you don't do something about it. The chip in your cunt can read your arousal - it knows. It'll just get you into the habit of playing with your cunt any time you're not horny - even in your sleep."
Laura didn't understand at first, and then the idea began to sink in. No - that was awful. She wouldn't be able to maintain even her semblance of a normal life if she was horny all the time. She knew what she was like when her cunt was wet - she made stupid decisions and thought with her twat. She would humiliate herself everywhere. She couldn't allow this. She struggled, but with Roy fucking her, her conditioning made her unable to escape.
"Won't it be nice, Laura? You'll be this horny and slutty and dumb all the time. It will bring the good heterosexual slut in you to the surface, and help wash away the old bitchy Laura who teased men but didn't fuck them. Won't you love that?"
Laura moaned again. No, she didn't love that. She bucked her hips again. Why wouldn't Roy make her cum? Maybe if she bucked a little harder....
Roy pulled out of her again, and again waited for her to calm down before resuming the fucking.
"Now, we wouldn't do this without your consent, of course. If you want this, you have to ask for it. You have to beg for it, in fact, so we know you're certain."
Laura felt relieved. There was no way she would beg for her life to be destroyed in that way.
"But you need to know this, Laura. Roy is going to fuck you like this all night, for hours, without letting you cum. Just exactly like this. Although, maybe, if you beg hard enough for our new treatment, he *might* take mercy on you. Although I'm sure that won't motivate you - what kind of lesbian would beg to be shocked when she's not wet just so she can cum on a man's dick?"
Laura felt her heart sink. She knew what kind of lesbian - the kind that she was. She couldn't control herself on the aphrodisiacs, and if Roy kept teasing her cunt with his cock she knew she was going to be a colossal slut and beg for the shocks in order to cum.
And that was exactly what happened. It took two hours, but in the end Laura begged to have her right to a dry cunt taken away from her.
She tried to resist, of course. She tried to be a good girl, a nice girl, like she had once thought she was. She tried to think of un-sexy things, but it was hard now to think of anything in her life that wasn't touched by her sexual activity. She tried to remember how unattracted to men she was, how she hated them, but her mind just kept shifting to thoughts of cocks, of being raped by cocks, of sucking on cocks, and her cunt bucked happily against Roy's dick in response.
After 45 minutes, Amy offered Laura some help - a painful metal clamp on her clitoris. Laura accepted it, hoping it would stop her arousal. But in her hyper-sensitive state the pain only made her wetter. A half-hour later, Amy took it off again, and the pain of it coming off and letting blood back into her clit was a million times worse than it being on. Laura cried and screamed but when Amy offered her the same clamp on both of her nipples Laura said yes to that as well. She was desperate to try anything to help her control herself. Amy told Laura the nipple clamps were staying on until Laura's orgasm, and from that point on Laura knew that every moment she resisted would make the agony of their removal worse.
By the time she had been there two hours, Laura was drooling, eyes unfocused, unable to think about anything but the pain in her tits and her need to cum. She didn't even realise what she was saying at first - mumbling, almost incoherent. "Please let me cum. Shock me. Change my collar. Please Amy. Please Roy. Please let me cum. I'm such a slut. Shock my fuckhandles. Shock my sluthole. Please hurt me. Please fuck me. Please."
She only understood what she was saying when she heard Amy laughing - a high-pitched, cruel laugh, a laugh that made Laura feel stupid and small. She knew why Amy was laughing - Laura was saying a stupid, slutty thing. She was thinking with her twat like a stupid lesbian cow. But she couldn't help it. She needed to cum.
"Say it clearly, Laura," Amy said. "Say what you want."
Laura used the last of her brainpower to arrange the words. "Please make my collar shock me if my stupid cunt isn't wet, Amy. Please. Please."
"Good girl," said Amy, and stroked Laura's hair. "Okay, Roy. Give her her fun."
Roy sighed with pleasure, eager to cum himself. He looked in Laura's eyes and began to fuck her harder. Laura squealed with happiness, and embraced her long-awaited orgasm.
Just as Laura was on the verge of cumming, Roy ripped both clamps off Laura's nipples, and then slapped her hard in the face.
The pain over-rode everything else. Laura didn't even understand the sensations of her orgasm - they mixed with the agony in her boobs and the shock to her face into one big, confusing nervous shake. Her legs collapsed under her and she would have fallen if Roy weren't pinning her to the wall.
She felt Roy shudder and start to ejaculate into her, his sperm filling her womb. He held her there until his own orgasm had passed, and then let her drop to the ground. She lay there, naked, shuddering.
Amy knelt next to Laura and made a few adjustments to Laura's collar. "There you go," she said. "All ready for your new life."
Laura knew the words she had to say. "Thank you Roy. Thank you for raping me. Thank you for cumming in my fuckhole. Thank you for slapping me. Thank you Amy. Thank you for putting clips on my clit and on my nipples. Thank you for hurting my slutty cum-tunnel and my big whore-balloons. Thank you for making me need to stay wet all the time now. Thank you for helping me be a good little heterosexual slut."
And she felt it. She felt actual gratitude. Of course she was grateful to these people, because otherwise Laura was an unbelievably stupid person for letting them do these things to her. She must have wanted them. And she must be grateful to have them done to her.
==
Laura cried hard when she came down from her arousal high - but she didn't cry too hard, because of course she didn't come all the way down. Her pussy started feeling dry on the drive home, and the chips in her tits and cunt gave her a little warning buzz, and Laura's hand dipped to her cunt and started to massage it to keep herself aroused.
Roy had smiled as he'd told Laura how she'd need to behave to get through her new conditioning. She'd need to drink a lot to keep her body hydrated - her cunt would use up a lot of moisture - and of course she'd have to piss a lot more as a result. She'd need to learn to piss while aroused, if she couldn't do it already. (Laura could - she'd pissed into Erica's mouth during sex enough times by now.) She could get a little help from her aphrodisiacs, but it wasn't safe for her to take them around the clock, so most of the time Laura would be getting horny without drugs. She might want to sleep with a vibrator inside her to stay wet overnight, but Roy suggested she'd be better off just being woken by the shocks a few times and soon enough she'd learn to masturbate herself in her sleep.
The worst bit was that Roy assured her that being horny all the time would have a lasting effect on her brain. It would impair her ability to concentrate, even while dry, and rewire her to put thoughts of arousal into her mind even when doing something unrelated. She would be measurably dumber, and more focused on sensation and less on social propriety. In Roy's words, it would "bring out the real Laura". It frightened and upset Laura to be told so openly how her brain was being changed but there was nothing she could do about it.
And Roy was right. For the length of her blackmailing, Laura was never again able to think just with her brain. Part of every decision was made by her pulsing, dripping, needy twat.
Laura did indeed learn to masturbate in her sleep, although for her first few nights she made Erica stay awake, licking Laura's pussy, to keep her wet all night long. Laura's dreams were filled with erotic and degrading images, and Laura never really got a full night's sleep, which made it even harder to think clearly during the day.
At home Laura would always sit on a dildo and bounce rhythmically to keep herself aroused. When out and about, she would find places to hike up her skirt and rub her pussy through her panties. If she felt herself getting dry at times when she couldn't get away to masturbate, she would blank out and concentrate on her sluttiest thoughts.
Those around her couldn't help but notice Laura was constantly flushed, sweaty, and reeking of sex pheromones. Her nipples were constantly erect, poking through her blouse, and her face was vacant and distracted. Few said anything, but gradually any remaining respect for Laura as a woman, a friend or a coworker in those she knew vanished. Consciously or not, they recognised her as a slut.
Laura barely noticed. She found it harder and harder to concentrate or care about what others were thinking about her. She spent more of every day thinking about her cunt, and how to please it.
She orgasmed much more often now, of course. She also pissed more, as Roy had warned, linked to her increased water intake. At work she would piss into Candy's mouth, and have the big-titted bitch lick her to an orgasm afterwards. At home she sometimes pissed in Erica's mouth, or sometimes pissed while lying on her back in the garden, rubbing her cunt, not caring who saw her. With her head full of arousal, she found it hard to plan for her constantly full bladder, and wet herself occasionally, filling her panties with piss and letting it run down her legs as she blushed.
At the Pretty Titty, Laura completed her transition to being a professional whore. She didn't wait tables anymore - constantly aroused, she was just too stupid to do the job well. Edgar kept her in the back rooms, naked, being raped by a procession of strangers for money. In between tricks, Laura crawled out onto the stage to lick cunts and masturbate in front of a crowd.
Laura's customers used condoms, as was the practice at the Pretty Titty, and Laura was supposed to dispose of them afterwards, but more and more Laura found herself keeping the condoms. Sometimes she would drink from them directly after the client had gone, swallowing the delicious sperm, but other times she would take them home to supplement Erica's bounty, giving her more cum to drink, to smear on her breasts, to put on her food, to push up Erica's twat as she finger-fucked her beautiful abused slave girlfriend in front of the open window to the street.
The Mayim Clinic set homework - each day Laura was supposed to take an IQ test on her computer, allegedly for the Clinic's records but mostly to reinforce to Laura the effect her arousal was having on her brain. A despairing Laura watched her results diminish slowly, day after day, as she found it harder to harder to think about the questions she was being asked through the haze of slutty thoughts. She cried and masturbated as she watched herself getting dumber. After a week she stopped taking the test altogether, being unable to complete it without becoming distracted and browsing for pictures of big-titted girls giving blowjobs.
At the end of the first week Michael came round to visit. Laura gave up all pretence of trying to act normal around him. She had been lost in a haze of slutty thoughts all day. When he arrived she greeted him naked at the door, hugging him tightly and wrapping her legs around him. She led him to the lounge, where she pulled him down on top of her, freeing his cock from his pants and guiding it into her cunt. She sighed blissfully as Michael began to fuck her, and kissed him on the lips ("like a good hetero slut", her mind thought). She bucked against him until he ejaculated into her womb, then transferred as much of his cum as possible to her mouth.
Then she licked and kissed him until he got hard again, and guided him to the bedroom, where Erica was tied up. Laura had made no attempt to make Erica wet today, and she used her own cunt juices to lubricate her girlfriend for Michael's cock. Michael no longer saw the girls as his friends, but rather as his fucktoys, and Erica's now-obvious lack of consent didn't bother him. He blissfully raped Erica's cunt as Erica cried, and when he came, Laura sucked his dick clean and then licked out her girlfriend's twat. Laura then showed him how Erica could be made to drink piss, and Michael, blushing, experimented with using the lesbian as his toilet. Laura watched in horny stupid satisfaction as her friend pissed in her crying girlfriend's mouth, rubbing her pussy idly the whole time. Afterwards she let Michael watch her piss into Erica's mouth as well. Michael took photos, but Laura didn't care. He left the girls some money and promised to come back to fuck them again.
(To be continued...) -->
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