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Story Codes: Male/Females, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Watersports, Humiliation, Prostitution, Discipline, Spanking, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Interracial, Inflation

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It was time to punish these two skanks for trying to ruin the newest Avenger’s movie for me. Endgame was amazing despite them. It was all thanks to my movie snack. Clara had provided a delicious treat for me to enjoy while the movie played. First, the redhead had sucked me off with her wonderful mouth. Then she impaled her pussy on me.

Lastly, I’d fucked her up the ass during the credits just to make the two bitches squirm even more for their poor attitude.

I’d fired so much cum into Clara, one of the theater’s employees, that she looked six months pregnant. She had a big jizz baby in her womb. My cock fired so much spunk. It was inexhaustible. It was one of my two gifts.

The other was my mind control.

I had no idea how it worked. Or why. I just knew that if I told someone to do something, they would. And the world would accept it. I could tell a woman to fly to Paris, strip naked before the Arc de Triomphe, and offer her pussy to every man who passed, and the men would line up. No one would get mad. No cop would stop them. No wife or girlfriend would get jealous. Everyone would understand this woman had to be fucked by every man who passed.

I lived a life of comfort. I didn’t need money, but that didn’t stop me from seeing how much money I could make by punishing women into prostituting themselves. If you were a decent human being, I wouldn’t do anything to you.

Well, I might fuck your wife if she were hot, but I wouldn’t destroy your marriage. I’d send her back to you just as loving as ever.

But if you were rude, if you couldn’t comport yourself with the normal civility that allowed people to function in a city with a population of 8.6 million, then I would punish you. I’d find new ways to do it. Humiliating ways. I’d savor every moment of it.

Blondie and Goth Girl—I didn’t care what their real names were—had shown up fifteen minutes late to the movie theater babbling to each other about the insipid gossip at their high school. Both had their faces pressed in their smartphones, oblivious to the fact the movie was playing. I had taken the trouble of emptying the theater of everyone but my snack.

They had almost ruined it. Almost.

Now their phones didn’t work at all. Turned out, soaking for two hours in their hot, juicy cunts while they had to masturbate their clits without cumming didn’t do good for such sensitive electronics. They should be more careful where they stick their phones.

“Please, please, just punish us,” moaned Blondie, her round tits swaying as she knelt in the aisle before me. Tears smeared down her cheeks, her mascara running in places. Her clit peeked red and raw through her blonde bush.

She shouldn’t masturbate so much.

“Just let us cum!” moaned Goth Girl. She had large tits, Double D’s. Lush and ripe. They swayed, pale as the rest of her skin. She had black hair and her mascara had run even worse, giving her inky tear tracts down her cheeks. “We’re sorry!”

“Oh, you will be,” I said. I turned around and reached behind me. I grabbed a fistful of their hair and marched forward. “Clara, gather my clothes.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, so cheerful and happy. “I hope you punish them hard. They are such cunts for what they did! Just rude of them.”

I liked Clara. Sometimes, people pleased me, and I rewarded them. She had gone above and beyond in pleasing me, doing extra stuff I hadn’t ordered her to do. It was clear that she was eager to give me such delights.

And I wanted to just savor her doing all of them. It would be such a wicked thing to enjoy having her join me in punishing these two sluts I dragged behind me. I didn’t walk fast. I’d learned that dragging girls who’d never crawled before—not true, humiliating crawling like these two were doing—couldn’t go fast or I’d just end up dragging them.

Sometimes dragging was fun, but I want them scampering after me like the bitches they were.
“Faster, cunts!” Clara shouted. “You’re holding him up. He’s our VIP. Don’t you know that? No, wait, your self-centered sluts who just care about bleating about dumb shit!”

The two girls crawled faster, scrambling up the broad steps that rose up the side of the auditorium toward the exit. The sound of the bustling lobby echoed. Not surprising with so many here to see the most anticipated movie of the year.

I thrust my hand through the door and marched out naked. Unafraid. People glanced at me, but they didn’t gape. Didn’t gasp in shock. Or even pull out their phones to record a video that would go viral.

No, they were just seeing something normal. I could drag two bitches all I wanted, and Clara could scurry naked after me holding my clothing to her chest. The two girls kept sobbing as people didn’t even ogle their eighteen-year-old flesh.

I shook my head. Just a shame for two attention whores not to be at the center of the world. That had to change.

“Everyone, your attention,” I boomed.

That did it. Everyone turned to face us. Women. Men. The employees. I smiled as a few hundred people stared at us. At the tramps. I released the bitches’ hair and turned around to face them. I motioned to them to stand.

“Don’t be shy, girls,” I said.

They weren’t. They stood up, cheeks tear-stained, clits raw, their thighs slick with pussy juices, Blondie’s bush soaked in her cream. They rubbed nervous hands together as they stared out at the crowd of people watching them.

“Blondie and Goth Girl need to tell you why they’re being punished.”
“We’re bitches,” said Goth Girl. Her pale cheeks spotted with color.

“We were talking in the movie,” Blondie said.

“And staring at our phones.”

“Isn’t that terrible?” demanded Clara.

“Pretty fucked up,” a guy said.

“Yeah, that’s rude,” a woman said. “Teenagers these days. I can’t believe it. You look eighteen.”

“Don’t you care?” a man growled.

“We didn’t,” Goth Girl said. “We were stuck-up sluts who thought we could do whatever we wanted.”

“We’re terrible bitches who almost ruined the movie for the VIP.”

“And that’s why they’re going to be punished,” I said.

“I’m glad you’re taking them in line,” said a man with graying hair. He had a stern look to his expression. “They say you can’t spank children any longer, and look what sort of hooligans and sluts we’re getting these days.”

“That’s right, sir,” I said.

“So I hope you spank them hard,” he said while his wife pulled him back. She gave me a polite smile. “Just make those little hussies ass red.”

“Should I make your asses red?” I asked the girls.

“If that’s what you have to do to teach us our lesson,” Blondie said.

“I’ve never been spanked before,” Goth Girl added, “but I’ll do anything to be able to cum. So, spank us. Whip us. Just… just… Oh, my fucking God.”

Such a spoiled bitch. Blondie was coming along nicely, but Goth Girl would get there, too.

“So, in the men’s room, I’m going to punish them,” I announced. “They’re going to be spanked, and once I’m done with them, any man is free to use them as he sees fit. You can fuck them. Piss in their mouths. Their cunts or assholes. Why use a urinal when these two bitches will make themselves available for you. They want to relieve all your stresses. Right, sluts?”

“That’s right,” Blondie said.

“P-Please come use us in the bathroom after we’ve been punished,” Goth Girl added, more inky tears spilling down her pale cheeks. “W-we’re just d-disgusting sluts. Whores.”

“That’s right,” Clara said, nodding in agreement as she clutched my clothes to her chest.

“Come along, sluts,” I said, holding my hands out and waiting.

The two whores didn’t even have to be told. They knew what I expected from them. They fell to their knees and crawled up, pressing their heads into my open hands. I seized fistfuls of hair and marched forward. They crawled after.

The crowd parted around us. People were muttering. They sounded angry and nodded their heads in satisfaction that the sluts were getting punished. I heard a few women telling their men they needed to get in there and use those girls as toilets.

I grinned ear to ear. I loved being a mind-controller.

I shouldered my way into the restroom, dragging the sluts in after me. Their pants echoed through the restroom as I hauled them to the long rows of counters that face the urinals. I released them, my dick throbbing in anticipation.

“Bend over the counters!” I snarled.

“Now!” Clara added, not realizing it wasn’t needed. But I appreciated her spunk.

The two girls bolted to their feet and bent over the counter. They pressed their tits down on the burnt-orange Formica, a sink separating them. They quivered there, Blondie’s rump a little plumper than the busty Goth Girl.

I grabbed their asses and gave them both a squeeze. I felt the warmth of their flesh. My thumbs dipped down and stroked through their pussy folds, Blondie’s soaked curls caressing my digit. They both moaned, panting like bitches and lifting their asses as they tried to swallow my thumb.

I drew back my hands.

SMACK! SMACK!

The double spankings echoed through the restroom. The growing group of men watching from the entrance groaned as I left blazing handprints on both sluts. They both moaned and whimpered, wiggling back and forth.

“Was that enough punishment?” I asked them. “And keep in mind, if I disagree, then I’ll double your punishment.”
“No!” Blondie gasped quickly.

“We need to be punished more, sir!” Goth Girl whimpered. “Please, please keep spanking us.”

“Oh, yes, yes, spank their asses!” Clara moaned.

I grinned at her.

SMACK! SMACK!

Those double slaps echoed again through the restroom. The watching men groaned, loving the sound. The two sluts moaned, wiggling. The bright marks blazed across their rumps. I wasn’t holding back. I felt the impacts in each of my palms.

SMACK! SMACK!

That stinging pain rippled up my hands. But I knew they would feel it worse.

SMACK! SMACK!

“How’s that for punishment?” I said, admiring their crimson rumps. Especially Goth Girl’s. Her blazed.

“We need more!” gasped Blondie. “Don’t stop spanking us.”

SMACK! SMACK!

“More! Keep hurting us!” Goth Girl moaned. “We’re naughty bitches!”

SMACK! SMACK!

“Yes, you are,” I groaned, my dick so hard. It thrust out before me, twitching between their hips. “You’re both just terrible, disgusting attention whores. Mmm, every man’s staring at you know. Watching as you get punished.”

SMACK! SMACK!

“Yes, yes, we need to be watched!” gasped Goth Girl.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Please, keep hurting us!” sobbed Blondie. “It’s not enough pain!”

SMACK! SMACK!

“We need to suffer more!” groaned Goth Girl, her tears spilling down her cheeks. “Please, please, we have to make up for being bitches!”

SMACK! SMACK!

“Clara, join in!” I said.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Thank you!” the girl moaned and cracked her hand on Goth Girl’s rump. The black-haired slut bucked. It seemed Clara’s slenderer hand focused the impact and really let the cunt feel it. I proved.

SMACK! SMACK!

CRACK!

Blondie howled, her plump, blazing ass jiggling from Clara’s spank that landed right after mine. The redhead had a huge grin.

CRACK!

A second spank on Blondie and then the redhead was scampering around me, her cum-pregnant belly thrusting cute before her.

CRACK!

SMACK! SMACK!

The sounds of our punishment echoed through the room.

The men groaned as we punished the tramps. Their asses burned brighter and brighter. They gasped and moaned and sobbed. Real moans of pain burst from their lips as their asses took on the purpling of bruises. Their skin grew hotter and hotter. Our hands came closer and closer to drawing blood. To being spanked too far.

SMACK! SMACK!

CRACK!

“Is that enough punishment,” I asked, my dick throbbing, aching, needing pussy.

CRACK!

“Is it, Blondie?” Clara hissed.

“No!” wept the girl. She stared at me over her shoulder, her eyes swollen, tears spilling down her cheek. “It hurts so badly, but it’s not enough. We almost ruined your movie.”

“We’re so sorry!” sobbed Goth Girl. Her shoulders shook. “Keep punishing us! Keep hurting us fro being such sluts!”

CRACK!

Clara’s hand fell on Goth Girl’s rump. The black-haired girl howled in pain. She bucked and groaned, the lesson burning through her ass. She wouldn’t be able to sit for a week or longer without remembering what she’d done.

This was a lesson that would last.

“Clara,” I said, “you need your pussy licked, don’t you?”

“Oooh, I do,” she said, smiling at me. Her red hair swayed about her cute face. She was a few years older than the two whores.

“Choose one to eat your cunt,” I said.

“Goth Girl!” she said without hesitation. “I just want to grind my cunt on her mouth and make her pay! She’ll make me cum hard, and I’ll drown her in pussy juices.”

“Get licking, Goth Girl!” I growled.

SMACK!

She bucked and let out a sobbing moan at the last spank. She trembled and slipped off. She knelt down with care, her legs stiff. She still had tears spilling down her cheeks as Clara roughly seized her black hair and yanked.

Goth Girl’s face buried in Clara’s shaved pussy. Joy burst to life across my snack’s face. She gripped the back of Goth Girl’s head, pinning the slut in place. The redhead’s hips undulated, grinding a cum-filled cunt into her whore’s mouth.

“Lick out all his cum, whore!” she moaned. “And make me cum and cum! You almost ruined my fun, too. I was having so much fun loving his cock, and then you whores!”

SMACK!

Blondie gasped, her back arching. Her blazing butt-cheeks jiggled. She looked behind her and moaned, “Do I have to suck you.”

“I’m fucking you,” I said. “But no cumming. You only get to cum with your new boyfriend.”

“Who’s that?”

I winked at her. Why spoil the surprise.

I pressed my cock against her pussy. I would use it just as a hole to fuck. A living sex toy and nothing more. That was all she was good for. To be pounded. I rubbed my cock up and down her silky lips, savoring the heat of her. Her silky bush caressed around the sides of my crown, the pleasure flowing up my cock.

The men waiting to use the sluts looked on with such hunger. They were eager to use the whores. To abuse them. I couldn’t wait for that, too. But I had to get my fun out of the whores first. I had to use them utterly.

I seized a fistful Blondie’s golden curls and yanked her head back. At the same moment, I rammed my dick into her pussy. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt. Her pussy engulfed me. She gasped, her snatch squeezing around my cock.

My crotch smacked into her rump.

She gasped and realized the punishment wasn’t over. Just now pleasure and frustration would join the pain. Her blazing butt-cheeks jiggled as I drew back, her cunt clenching around my cock. Her juicy shaft stimulated me.

“Yeah, you like that cock in you,” I growled and slammed to the hilt in her.

“I do!” she moaned. “Oh, it’s a nice cock, sir. A very nice cock!”

“It’s the best cock, and you fucking know it, bitch!” hissed Clara, grinding her twat on Goth Girl’s mouth. “Fucking admit it!”

I slammed back into Blondie. My crotch smacked her butt-cheeks while her pussy clenched down around my cock. The pleasure of her hot pussy massaged me. The delight flowed down to me. She whimpered and moaned at the same time, experiencing pain and pleasure mixed together.

I fucked her hard, savoring her silky twat wrapped around my dick. The friction of her silky cunt melted down my cock to my balls. They cracked into her bush. Her hips rotated. Her tear-stained face shone in the mirror before her.

“Stare at your reflection and tell me what you see!” I groaned.

“A bitch being punished!” she whimpered. “A cunt who needs men to stare at her and who wants to cum! Please, please, can I cum on your cock. It’s amazing. It’s the best fucking dick in the world. I want to explode on it! I need to explode!”

“You can only cum when your new boyfriend lets you!” I growled.

She glanced at the watching men. “Is it one of them?” She squeezed her cunt around my dick. “Are you going to give me one of them? Please, please, I don’t care which one. I just want to cum. I fucking need to cum!”

“But don’t you need me to cum more? To make up for ruining my night?”

“Yes!” she gasped, squeezing her cunt around my dick. “Oh, sir, yes, yes, you have to spurt your jizz in me. Use me!”

“She’s a living Fleshlight!” moaned Clara. “Mmm yes, yes, and this one’s just a tongue for licking pussy. Oh, get that cum out of me. Then I’m going to drown on you.”

“Cum on her!” I growled, pumping away at Blondie. “You’re not a bitch, Clara.”

“I’m not!” she howled and threw back her head. It was clear she was cumming. Her pussy juices gushed out of her and Goth Girl licked them up.

I savored Blondie’s twat while I watched Clara’s round tits heaving. Her C-cups bounced as she thrashed. Her red hair danced around her ecstatic face. She kept a firm grip on Goth Girl’s head, holding the slut in place.

I grinned, thrusting faster, harder. My crotch smacked into Blondie’s punished ass again and again. I buried into her snatch and made her squeal in delight and gasp in pain in turns. She whimpered, moaned, her frustrated lusts mixed with Clara’s satiated delight.

“Drink up all that fucking cunt cream, whore!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes. Keep licking me. Work that tongue around in my twat. Ooh, you’re enjoying that cum. My pussy juices!”

“Yes,” Goth Girl moaned. “I’m so sorry.”

“Me, too!” howled Blondie. “Please, sir, cum in me! Dump all that jizz in me!”

“Getting there!” I growled, hammering her pussy hard.

Her juicy sheath felt so amazing about my dick. My balls smacked into her bush with thudding impacts. She squirmed over the counter, rubbing her tits into the Formica. She groaned and gasped. Her ruby-red butt-cheeks jiggled and bounced.

My balls grew tighter. My cum swelled in them. I would unleash so much jizz. I would flood the bitch. I buried into her juicy depths, the pressure reaching towards that explosive finish. I couldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck, yes!” Clara moaned, cumming another time. “You are apologizing with that tongue, skank! Ooh, drink my cream!”

“And let my pussy apologize to you, sir!” gasped Blondie. “Dump that jizz in me.”

“Fuck, yes!” I snarled.

“Flood the whore!” shouted from the guys.

“Baste the fucking slut!”

“She deserves it!”

“Fucking cow, trying to ruin your night! Fucking use her pussy as payment!”

“Every whore deserves that treatment!”

“Yes!” howled Blondie. “Oh, my God, I need my boyfriend. I need to cum. And so do you, sir!”

I slammed into her and erupted.

“Fucking whore!” I growled.

I pumped my jizz into her hot pussy. I didn’t care that she wasn’t getting what she needed. The release she craved. I was. That was what mattered. My balls erupted. So much cum fired out of my dick. Spurt after ecstatic spurt. Each one slammed rapture into my mind.

“Holy shit!!” Blondie gasped, her cunt squeezing around me. “No wonder you look pregnant, Clara! He fires so much fucking cum!”

“I know!” moaned the redhead, her voice thick with throaty pleasure. “Suck on my clit now, whore! Yes, yes. I’m fucking cumming again!”

Clara moaned out her passion while I grunted my ecstasy. My jizz spurted ten times. Eleven. More and more of my cum flooded out of my cock. I growled through it. I gripped her hips. I held her tight as I basted her fucking cunt.

“Goddamn, that’s a whore’s pussy there!” I growled.

“And you used it, man!” a guy shouted.

“Fucking slut deserves it!”

“Look at her face. She wants to cum so badly. She can’t. She doesn’t deserve to cum!”

“I don’t!” she moaned. “Only with my boyfriend. So I need him. Won’t you please, please send me to him!”

“You’ll get to him. Eventually. But first…” I relaxed my bladder.

My piss gushed out of my cock.

“Oh, my God, what is that.” Her eyes widened. “Are you pissing in me?”

“Yes!” I groaned.

The watching guys whooped and cheered as the stream of urine poured out of my bladder. It was incredible. Almost as good as cumming. The delight, like a mini-orgasm, rushed through me as I flooded her twat now with piss.

My cock kept her pussy plugged up. She gasped and moaned, squirming as I used her cunt as my toilet. That was all the whore was good for. A thing for me to use and discard. No different from the urinals behind me.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned as the pressure of the stream decreased. “Always got to piss like a racehorse after a movie.”

“Mmm, yes,” Clara moaned, staring at me in awe. She had come down from her high. “Can I…?”

“Use Blondie?” I said as my stream petered out into those final spurts of piss fired into Blondie’s cunt. “I want Goth Girl’s first taste of another’s piss to be mine.”

“Right!” The redhead flashed me such a delicious grin. “When he pulls out of you, Blondie, prepare to drink my pee!”

“I deserve it!” she moaned.

I ripped out of her pussy and stepped back before the flood of my piss and cum gushed out of the whore. She groaned as the mix of white and yellow spilled down her thighs and splattered the floor. She whimpered while the men groaned. They watched that sight in awe, knowing they would soon get to use the slut for that very purpose.

Tears of humiliation spilled down Blondie’s cheeks as more and more of my urine and jizz spilled down her legs. It ran down to her feet and made a nasty mess on the floor. I shook my head at the sight. That wouldn’t do at all.

“Goth Girl, while Blondie’s drinking the wonderful Clara’s piss, you have to clean up the mess your friend made.”

Goth Girl ripped her face from Clara’s pussy and whipped her head around to stare at me. Shocked humiliation reddened her pussy-stained cheeks, hardly doing anything to hide the mascara tracks spilling down her face.

“I’m just that much of a bitch,” Goth Girl said and swallowed.

“Sorry,” Blondie said. “I’ll try not to make a mess next time.”

“So you better drink all my piss,” Clara said. She didn’t look nearly as pregnant as she had been. Jizz-babies never last forever. They were a temporary stretching of a woman while her body processed all that cum or leaked it out of her pussy.

Goth Girl crawled to the mess while Blondie slipped off the counter, almost stepping on her friend. She hurried over to Clara and fell to her knees. She planted her face into the redhead’s pussy, ready to drink piss this time.

“Lick that mess up!” shouted from the crowd.

“Come on, bitch, you got to learn your place!”

“My fucking ex could learn to do that. Bitch never cleaned up!”

“Least he knows how to treat a woman right.”

“You fucking rock, man.”

I grinned, so glad my effort to educate these two whores was appreciated.

The slut nuzzled her face to the floor. Her black lips parted and then she started licking and lapping up the nasty stuff mess on the floor. I smiled as she ran her pink tongue through the puddle of urine mixed with clumps of my jizz. She scooped up the spunk and grimaced.

She licked it again and again. Her tongue ran over the tiles. She dug into the grout to lap up the piss and spunk. The watchers loved it. My dick was hard. I idly stroked it, lubed by Blondie’s juices. Goth Girl’s scarlet ass ended up aimed at me, her pussy lips dripping, her clit so swollen and in need of being touched so she could orgasm.

“Oh, God, drink it,” Clara moaned. “Finally. Got a little shy, but it’s flowing now. Ooh, yes, yes!”

I glanced over at the redhead. A look of awe crossed her face. She shuddered there as she pissed in another girl’s mouth. Blondie had her lips sealed tight I could tell by the sounds she made, how she swallowed. She was drinking every acrid, nasty drop of Clara’s piss.

The redhead shuddered, her round breasts jiggling as the pleasure crossed her face. Her smile grew larger and larger as she fired more and more pissed into the slut’s mouth. I could hear the stream splashing against the back of Blondie’s throat.

“Oh, wow, sir, that’s amazing,” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s just delicious. Oh, fuck, she’s drinking my pee.”

“Can’t wait for her to drink mine,” a guy groaned, rubbing his hand over his crotch. “Got to piss like a racehorse.”

“Fuckin’ tell me about it. That soda’s running right through me. Why the fuck did I get the extra large? Damn, I’m going to drown her.”

“Drown her!” Clara moaned as she trembled through her orgasm.

Meanwhile, Goth Girl kept licking up the puddle. She started slurping up pools of the nasty stuff. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Her red ass wiggled at me, almost teasing me. Pussy juices dripped down her thighs.

She was aching for it. Just begging to have to lick up all that nasty stuff. Her hips wiggled back and forth. She licked and lapped at it. Her tongue darted over the tiles. She licked up more of my jizz off that floor.

“God, you’re such a disgusting whore,” I said, resting my foot on her bare ass.

She winced in pain. “I am, sir. Just a nasty, filthy slut.”

“Ever been fucked up the ass?” I asked.

“No.”

I grinned and then grabbed a fistful of paper towels. I cleaned off my cock. I wiped off all that pussy juices from my dick. She needed another bit of punishment. She would remember this night and never, ever make a nuisance in the theater.

“I’m empty,” groaned Clara. “No more piss.”

“You sound disappointed,” I said, glancing at her. “Liked it?”

She nodded.

I moved to her and whispered, “You know the coffee shop around the corner. Java Jolt?”

She nodded.

“If you see Anna working there, just ask her for the lemonade. She’ll take you to the bathroom and you can piss in her mouth.”
It was a treat I gave out to a

few people. There were more than a few women around the city that were walking urinals. They had pissed me off in more than a few ways. Anna gave me shitty service. Now she gives everyone the best service possible.

“Blondie,” I said, “There are men who need to piss.”

“Yes, sir,” she said and crawled over to the group of men. The one who said he had to piss like a racehorse unzipped his pants.

Blondie opened wide. She sucked his cock into her mouth. She nursed on him. He groaned as she sucked hard. Then he pissed into her mouth. I smiled as he used her. Another man rushed around behind her and rammed his cock into her pussy.

“Oh, fuck, I need this,” he moaned, clearly using her pussy like I had.

“That’s going to be you soon, Goth Girl,” I said. “But I’m going to break in that asshole first. Get you nice and ready for them.”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered, clearly knowing that what came next would both hurt her and frustrate her more. “No cumming?”

“Do you think you deserve to cum with anyone who isn’t your boyfriend?” I asked her, shaking my head in disgust.”

“No, sir,” she muttered.

I pressed my cock into her asshole. I groaned, savoring the feel of her naughty sphincter rubbing against me. She wiggled back and forth. She rubbed her asshole against my cock’s tip. I shuddered, savoring that amazing bliss. Then I pressed against her.

I pushed my dry dick into her. She whimpered. The sounds of pain only made this sweeter. It wouldn’t hurt her, much. It would just be uncomfortable for her. If she did dry anal enough, she’d come to like the roughness.

I rammed forward hard. Without mercy.

She gasped, her head throwing back. Her black hair swayed about her face. Her supple back arched while her asshole swallowed more and more of my cock. Her tight, velvety bowels massaged me. I groaned as I pressed deeper and deeper into her.

“Fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck, that hurts!”

“But you love that it hurts, don’t you?” I ordered her. “That makes your pussy wetter, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!” she hissed. “Oh, god, I’m such a fucked up bitch!”

“You wish I was your boyfriend so you could cum on my dick ass-fucking you?”

“I do!” she squeezed about me. “Oh, God, that hurts so good! Yes, yes, I can’t wait to meet him.”

“You will,” I said, smiling. I didn’t know who they’re boyfriends would be, but they did. As soon as I gave them my final orders, they would seek them out. I shuddered, eager to hear about it.

I pumped my cock forward hard. I slammed the rest of the way into her bowels. My crotch smacked into her spanked ass. She hissed in pain. I groaned, savoring this delight. She squirmed and let out a frustrated whimper of pain and aching need.

“Fuck, yes!” the guy pissing in Blondie’s pussy moaned. He ripped out of her cunt and a flood of urine spilled down her legs. I shook my head. The two whores would a huge mess to clean up tonight.

The other man ripped out of her mouth, and Blondie found another man thrusting his cock at her. She opened wide and sucked on him. He groaned, sending his flood of piss into her. she gulped it down, a few drops spilling over her chin and running golden down her chin.

“That’s going to be you soon,” I groaned as I drew back my cock and slid it through Goth Girl’s asshole. “Eager for it?”

“I need to be punished,” she moaned, her voice thick and throaty. “Oh, God, that hurts. It—”
I slammed into her asshole.

“Fucking hurts!”

SMACK!

My crotch smacked into her rump. She whimpered and hissed. Her bowels clenched about me as I drew back. She stimulated me. I groaned, savoring every moment of being in her bowels.

I pounded her hard. Fast. I watched Blondie drinking piss. She had another cock thrusting at her. She popped her mouth off the one she serviced and swallowed it. The man groaned and unleashed a torrent of urine.

It wouldn’t be long before Blondie had a piss-baby.

I grinned and thrust harder. I slammed my dick again and again into Goth Girl’s asshole. I savored her bowels gripping me. The wonderful heat that her anal sheath gave me rippled over me. It melted down to my balls. Such delight surged through me with every thrust.

“Fuck that little slut, sir,” moaned Clara. She sat on the counter masturbating. “It’s so hot watching this.”

“You’re going to be in charge of their punishment,” I said. “They have to stay here until closing, serving any man who wants to use them. Then they have to lick up any piss from the floor. They’ll make this place shine. I’m expecting photos on my phone showing them doing this and how good of a job they do.”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned, rubbing at her pussy. My cum leaked out at around her fingers. “It’ll be spotless.”

“I know it will,” I said, smiling at her.

I didn’t miss a beat in ass-fucking Goth Girl. She moaned and whimpered, her bowels squeezing tight around my dick. She whimpered and moaned, the sounds of pain fading until only the frustrated pleasure remained.

Her bowels massaged me. The heat flowed down my cock. It was intense. A delicious treat to enjoy. I plowed harder into her, savoring the building release of my orgasm. I stroked her sides. My hands I found her swinging Double D’s.

I squeezed them. Massaged them.

Her bowels tightened around my cock.

“Oh, my fucking God, yes!” the slut moaned. “I’m such a dirty whore. I need this. I deserve this. I’ll never talk in a movie theater again!”

“That’s right!” I groaned, glad she was learning her lesson.

“Me, either,” Blondie moaned.

A guy shook his cock at her. “Open wide, whore.”

She did.

He didn’t ram his cock past her lips. His piss arched from his cock into her mouth. She groaned, the nasty splash echoing through the restroom. His stream wasn’t steady. It twitched and urine splashed yellow all over her face. It dripped down her features before she caught it back in her mouth again, making more of a mess.

Another man went for her cunt. He slammed into her and started fucking her. He needed more than just to piss in her. He plowed into her with hard strokes while I fucked Goth Girl’s asshole with powerful strokes.

I watched him only make it ten strokes before he was cumming in her, enjoying her eighteen-year-old pussy. He shuddered through his orgasm and then he groaned and I knew he was unleashing his urine.

Nothing like a post-orgasm piss. Really made you feel alive.

I plowed hard into Goth Girl I fucked her bowels with powerful strokes. I pumped away into her velvety bowels, my orgasm building and building. Her frustrated moans growing and growing. It was clear she wanted to cum.

But I wasn’t her boyfriend.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, my fucking God!” hissed the Goth Girl. “Keep punishing my asshole! Yes, yes! I’m such a bitch! Oh, yes, yes! Oh, my fucking God, that’s incredible!”

I pumped hard into her asshole. I plowed into her with powerful strokes. I was getting close. Clara was whimpering, masturbating herself to her own orgasm. She trembled on the counter, enjoying herself. Her round tits heaved.

I squeezed the Goth Girl’s Double D’s. I held them tight as I buried deep and hard into her. I slammed to the hilt in her. I groaned, my balls tightening. I couldn’t take much more of her teenage asshole.

“Shit!”

I pumped my jizz straight into her bowels. The pleasure slammed into my mind. I groaned, bucking through the ecstasy. It was incredible. A wild delight that had me groaning and gasping. My balls unloaded.

“Use my asshole, sir!” gasped Goth Girl.

“Fucking going to flood your asshole!” I moaned.

“He fires so much cum!” Clara sighed with heavenly delight.

“Yes, he does!” Blondie moaned. “Who’s next. Ooh, you look like you got to pee so badly. Just use my mouth. If I don’t have a cock in it, I’ll just be blabbing on and on and disturb people.”

“So shut up and drink my piss, cunt!” the guy growled.

She swallowed his cock and did just that.

I shuddered and groaned through my orgasm. I kept pumping my cum into Goth Girl’s asshole, savoring every blast of rapture slamming into my mind. I didn’t hold back. I flooded her bowels with my jizz.

“Fuck, yes!” I growled after the twentieth or so blast. “Shit.”

“Oh, my God, I’m swimming in cum!” she moaned. “Sir! Oh, God, sir, you just unload so much, don’t you?”

SMACK!

Her bowels clenched around my dick while the stinging sound echoed around the restroom. She whimpered and then moaned out in frustration. She wiggled her hips, stirring her asshole around my cock.

“Yes, I do,” I said and ripped my cock out of her bowels. “Now, you got customers waiting for you.”

“Yes, sir, I do.” Goth Girl crawled to the men and moaned, “Please, please, use me!”

A Black guy with a big dick went right for her tight pussy. He slammed into her, and she moaned in frustration. I knew she wanted to cum on it. I bet the whore loved big dicks. Maybe her boyfriend would have a monster.

Or maybe he’d have a micropenis. No matter what, she would only get to cum with him.

“Fuck!” he groaned and pissed in her.

“Blondie and Goth Girl,” I said. “Since you think being popular is so important, I bet you’ve shit all over losers. So, come Monday, you are each going to whichever guy you think is the most loser at your high school. You’re going to tell that boy that you love him, because you do, and that you’re his girl for the rest of your life. You’ll do anything for him. He can marry you or keep you as his cum-bucket. He can sell your ass on the street corner. I don’t care. Whatever he chooses, you’ll be happy. He’ll keep you for all your lives. You’ll do anything for him and only cum with him.”

“Yes, Sir,” both girls moaned.

“I want progress reports. Once a week for the next month, then every month until it’s been a year. Then it will only be once a year.”

Blondie wanted to say, “Yes, sir,” like Goth Girl did, but a cock plowed into the slut’s mouth and started pissing.

I dressed in the clothes that Clara held for me. I left her to supervise the two sluts and make sure they did their jobs right. I had complete faith in her. I left the room and found the manager. Clara was going to get a pay raise. She earned it.

I headed to one of my homes. I had several in the city, and even more around the world. They were all staffed with bitches who lived to serve me. I only kept the sluts around for a year or so before I turned them loose. There were always fresh, young things ready to serve me.

They all greeted me at the door, collars around their necks. “Welcome home, sir!” they said in unison.

Throughout the night, Clara sent me photos of the girls drinking piss. Then of them licking up the mess off the floor, lapping up all that urine. The two whores both looked nine months pregnant from all the piss they had drunk.

It was beautiful.

A few days later, I saw Clara striding out of Java Jolt with a huge grin on her face and not a drink in her hand. “Enjoy your lemonade?”

“Well, Anna enjoyed mine,” she said and gave a wicked giggle. “Have a good day, sir.”

I nodded to her and strode on, my bitch crawling at my side. You had to walk them every day.

The progress reports from the two girls and their boyfriends came in starting on Monday. They both found love with nerdy guys. They had thick glasses and weren’t the best dressers. Blondie’s had pimples while Goth Girl’s looked like he was the Unabomber’s son.

Blondie lucked out. Hers just wanted a girlfriend. She was picked on by all her friends for liking such a dweeb, but she didn’t care. She talked about taking his virginity and sucking his cock and how he even went down on her. He took her to prom and by the end of the school year, had asked her to marry him.

“I’m going to be such a good wife for him,” Blondie had written me. “I have tears of joy in my eyes. I’m going to keep my body fit for him, too. Not going to be like my mother and just give up. My man wants me to be happy. He’s got a tech startup, too. It might just explode. It’s such a great idea. He’s going to make so much money. Our kids will have an amazing life.

I made sure I invested in his company. He sounded like a good kid. He’d have a great life with a wife who knew her place.

Goth Girl was a different matter. Her boyfriend wanted to humiliate her. He made her parade naked through school. Would fuck her holes whenever he wanted. Then he started selling her to the other guys at his school that didn’t have girlfriends. The incels and nerds and what not. He had her tattooed with his name, letting everyone know she was his property.

“I’m just so happy,” Goth Girl told me. “No matter what humiliating things he makes me do. He’s going to fuck me in front of my parents tomorrow. He wants them to know that I’m utterly his bitch. Then we’ll have dinner, but I’ll be eating from my doggy bowl. Because I’m his bitch. Thank you for punishing me.”

Being a mind-controller was such a rewarding life.

To be continued…

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