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Honeymoon Gone Awry Part II Chapter 18

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WARNING:
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   As arranged, the following morning Doug was taken to Dr.  Dennison's
home and would remain there for the next three weeks.  If all went well, he
would return a new man.  His mammoth twelve inch cock would be a formidable
weapon.

   Meanwhile Andrea spent a restless night still trying to come to terms
with everything that had happened to her since Tuesday when she was first
seduced by Pastor Edwards.  It seemed like such a long time ago, but in
reality, it had only been three days.  How could so many changes, both
physically and mentally, occur to her in such a short period of time?  It
was now early Friday morning as she stared at herself in the mirror and saw
a stranger staring back at her.  She didn't recognize the girl in the
mirror.

   The reflection in the mirror had massively large tits for such a small
frame.  This was the first time she actually got to see them since the
procedure took place yesterday.  The largeness and fullness of her
magnificent tits left her in awe.  Her nipples were long and hard as they
prominently stood out almost begging to be touched.  Her naked cunt looked
swollen and moist, but what stood out most prominently to Andrea were her
eyes.  There was a hunger in them, a wildness that was strange and
unexplainable.

   She stared at this reflection for many minutes until Edgar walked up
behind her and reached around to fondle her enormous tits.  A shiver ran up
and down her spine at his touch.  She knew that she was that reflection in
the mirror.  The old Andrea was gone or at best hidden away in the recesses
of her mind.  This was the new Andrea that openly welcomed his hands on her
massive tits and wanted much more as her clit throbbed with need.

   She had always been ashamed of her large tits and was somewhat shy and
introverted because of them.  Men and boys alike stared at her, and she
knew they had one thing on their minds.  They never made eye contact.  They
were always staring at her tits.

   But now it was different as she gazed upon her reflection in the mirror.
She liked her new larger tits.  She could feel the added weight of them on
her chest, and the enlarged nipples were highly sensitive and brought her
great pleasure.  Edgar's hands on her felt so right.  Tits were made to be
handled and squeezed and to give pleasure.  She planned on getting a great
deal of pleasure from them.

   "I see you're quite wet, Andrea.  You are so much different than your
sister.  Well, maybe not different, just more of a slut," Edgar whispered
in her ear as his hand traveled down towards her wet cunt.

   "Oooohhhhhhh!  Andrea groaned.  "If Julie is a slut, I want to be a
better slut.  I want to be your nasty slut, Edgar." Every nerve in her body
was alive and on fire.  She didn't understand what was happening to her,
but she liked it.

   "I think you need something to settle you down," Edgar said as he walked
over to the entrance of the suite and opened the door.

   Duke was waiting there, sitting outside the door, knowing that his
appetite for human cunt would soon be satisfied.

   "Andrea, would you like Duke to take care of that itch between your
legs?" Edgar asked as he led the Doberman into the room.

   "God, yes," she moaned.  She loved the dog.  Actually she loved what the
dog did to her.  His tongue was amazing and could reach places deep inside
of her that no human tongue could even come close to touching.

   "Get down on your knees, and spread your legs wide," Edgar ordered,
amazed at how willing she obeyed.

   Not only did she drop to her knees and spread her legs, she also locked
her hands behind her neck without being told, thrusting her massive 36 FF
tits out as an offering to the beast.

   Duke needed little encouragement as he ran his rough tongue over her
left nipple, sending chills up and down her spine.

   "Oh, yes, lick them, Duke," she groaned.

   Duke obliged her as he lapped away at her huge mammaries, paying
particular attention to the rock hard nipples.  He nipped at the long
protruding tips and caught them between his teeth and tugged on them.

   "Oh!  Oh!" Andrea moaned, overcome with lust.  She grew lightheaded as
the dog attacked her massive chest being offered up to him.  She never felt
this alive before.  She loved the dog's mouth all over her tits.  Deep down
inside there was a faint voice telling her that this was wrong.  It wasn't
natural for a woman and a dog to do this kind of thing, but she pushed
those thoughts out of her mind as her cunt dripped its sweet nectar onto
the rug.

   Duke picked up the scent and worked his way down her belly towards the
source of the nectar that he savored and enjoyed so much.  His rough tongue
lapped insistently at her sensitive clit, practically driving her mad with
lust.  She rocked back and forth as the Doberman continued its assault on
her hot pussy.

   "Get on your hands and knees, Andrea.  Duke wants to mount you," Edgar
said.

   Andrea's groans became louder as she leaned forward and got up on her
hands and knees, spreading her legs wide.  She was willingly offering her
cunt to this beast.  She grew excited as she anticipated what was about to
happen.  Duke sniffed her wet cunt and licked her ass a few times before he
heard the command from his master.

   "Up, Duke!"

   Duke mounted her like he would any bitch, and instinctively Andrea knew
what was about to happen to her.  The beast was going to fuck her.

   A small voice deep within her very being fought to be heard, but she
ignored it and would not allow it to come to the surface.  She should be
disgusted by the very thought of that animal putting his dirty doggie cock
in her, but she wasn't.  She rotated her hips and became even more excited
at the prospect of the beast making her his mate.  Her pussy lips fluttered
in anticipation of the unnatural coupling that was about to take place.

   Duke jabbed forward with his cock that now was exposed and hard, coming
out of hiding from its sheath.  He missed his mark several times, but on
his third stab forward his cock finally found her warm, wet tunnel.  He
rammed his long cock into her with a violent, jerking motion that took the
girl's breath away.

   She was inexperienced.  This was all new to her.  Only two days ago she
had been a virgin, but now she was being pistoned at lightning speed by the
Doberman that was relentless in his attack on her almost virgin cunt.  Foam
formed at her lips as he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts.
Her tits were flaying wildly on her chest with every thrust from the beast.

   Andrea was panting heavily as the heat built in her loins, and in a
matter of minutes her cunt exploded as her juices gushed out of her with
the force of her climax.

   "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh God!" she screamed as the climax ripped though her,
sensitizing every nerve in her body.  Her nipples grew even harder and more
sensitive if that was possible.

   Duke finally tensed and grew still with his cock still buried deep in
her warm tunnel.  Andrea, recovering from her own climax, felt a tightness
building in her cunt.  The beast was growing, and the pain was
excruciating. She didn't know that, in reality, Duke's knot was growing at
the base of his cock, tying them together as one.  He was reaching the
height of his arousal as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.  Drool
dribbled from his mouth onto her naked back.

   Duke remained still for several minutes, panting at the peak of his
arousal.  The large knot that had formed just inside Andrea's cunt, tying
them together, stretched the mouth of her cunt beyond belief.  The pressure
it caused underneath her clit set her off again as she exploded into
another mind-blowing climax.

   "Aaaaaagggghhhhhh!" she screamed, growing dizzy from the sensations
taking over her body.

   Duke remained still as Andrea gyrated her hips, feeling the after
effects of her second climax.  She felt so full when suddenly the beast
started spurting his hot cum into her cunt.  Their juices mixed as she felt
his knot begin to throb.

   "Aaaaagghhhhh!" Andrea screamed as the dog's cum flooded her cunt and
his throbbing knot triggered another orgasm in the young girl.

   She now panted herself like a dog as her nipples brushed against the
carpet, sending chills up and down her spine.  Three orgasms in a matter of
minutes defined what she was becoming.

   "You like it when Duke fucks you, don't you, my dear?" Edgar asked as he
grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head.

   Andrea looked at him through glazed eyes and could see his large cock
looming before her.  She licked her lips in anticipation of what she knew
instinctively he would require of her.  She wanted his cock.  She wanted to
taste him.  She wanted to feel his long, thick shaft entering her throat.
She wanted his cum.  She needed cum so badly.

   "Give me your dentures!" he demanded.

   Andrea struggled to hold herself up with one arm feeling the weight of
the beast on her back as she quickly removed her dentures and handed them
to Edgar.

   Then still holding her by the hair, he rammed his cock down her throat
with one violent thrust.  He was buried up to his balls in her mouth as he
started fucking her throat, making it his cunt.  His balls slapped against
her chin with every thrust as he used her hair as a handle to pull her
forward, forcing his cock even deeper into her throat.

   Meanwhile Duke tried to pull free, but he was still tied to the human
bitch.  He finally lifted his left leg and crossed it over her back so that
they were facing away from each other.  He pulled, but could not break free
yet.

   She was pulled to and fro by man and beast as Edgar pulled her forward
onto his cock with every thrust, and Duke pulled in the opposite direction
trying to free himself.  The stimulation was too much for her as she
envisioned the cocks engaged in a tug of war that left her caught in the
middle.  She exploded once again as another orgasm ripped through her body.
She groaned around the cock buried in her throat totally overcome by the
lust that consumed her.  Edgar smiled down at the crazed girl, knowing that
she was a rare jewel indeed.  If only Rev.  Richard Matthews could see his
daughter now!

   The dog finally broke free and retreated to a corner of the room to lick
his cock clean.

   Edgar's cock swelled in the once virgin throat of Julie's younger sister
and spewed forth his hot cum, dumping load after load directly into her
belly.  Andrea swallowed greedily, savoring the salty taste of the warm cum
that she was quickly becoming addicted to.

   When he was finished, he took his now limp cock out of her mouth and
left her there on her hands and knees, panting.

   "Take a shower, Andrea, you're a mess.  We have a great deal to
accomplish today!" Edgar ordered.

   Andrea silently rose and headed for the bathroom with the dog's cum
running down her leg.  Yes, she was a mess but for the moment felt
satisfied, knowing that she had been well fucked.

   It was now 10:00 AM, and Edgar and Andrea were enjoying a leisurely
breakfast.  Juanita left early to purchase several bras that would be
suitable for her to wear now that her old ones were too small and of no
use. There was time enough to purchase a new wardrobe for her, a wardrobe
that would suit her new station in life.

   "Andrea, talk to me," Edgar said.

   "What do you want me to say?" she asked.

   "Tell me how you feel right now.  What are you thinking?" he asked.

   "You tricked me, Edgar," she stated.

   "You are correct.  I did trick you and bring you here under false
pretenses," he replied.

   "Yes, you did," she agreed.

   "Yesterday I made some very dramatic changes to your body, yet you don't
seem to be too upset about it.  Let's face the facts.  It's not every day
that a young girl of eighteen has all of her teeth removed and replaced by
dentures.  It's also not every day that a large titted girl like yourself
has their tits enlarged even more."

   Andrea was quiet for a moment.

   "I know I should be upset with you for doing those things to me.  I
should hate you.  You violated me in the worst possible way," she said
quietly.  "Yet, deep inside it excites me, and I don't know why.  I've
always done the right thing all of my life, and now this."

   "I think you've discovered something about yourself," Edgar replied.

   "Yes, and it scares me, Edgar.  Everything seems so right.  I've spent
my whole life being good and living up to my father's expectations, but I
never felt fulfilled.  This morning Duke got me so hot and excited.  It
should bother me being violated by a dog, but it doesn't."

   Andrea had changed in many ways, but one thing that didn't change was
her honesty.  She was telling the truth.  The power that Edgar exerted over
her excited her and left her craving for even more.  She liked the crude
manner in which he talked to her.  No one had ever dared talk to her like
that before.  The more he abused her, the more she liked it.

   "Well, I'm not stopping now," he chuckled.  "You have another full day
ahead of you, and more changes, my dear.  Everything I do to you will
transform you into a nasty slut, lusted and fought over by men and women
alike."

   A slight smile crossing Andrea's lips and a glint in her eye did not go
unnoticed by Edgar.  This girl wasn't intimidated at all by what he had in
store for her.

   "I know what your intent is, Edgar, but you don't see me fighting it, do
you?"

   "No, and that's a wise decision on your part.  Now, stand up, slut, and
let me take a look at you," he ordered.

   Andrea rose and sauntered over to Edgar.  She has a difficult time
walking for her host decided that her six inch heels weren't appropriate.
She was now wearing seven inch heels which forced her to stand on the very
tips of her toes much like a ballerina.  It was extremely uncomfortable,
and she found it hard to maintain her balance; but she was determined to
make the best of it and learn to walk in them if that's what he wanted. 
Her calves were tight and her muscle tone was accentuated by the height of
the heels.  Every movement was alluring and seductive as her tits bounced
with every step she took.

   She was actually wearing seven inch black over-the-knee boots which was
one of Edgar's favorites.  She also wore a short black mini skirt that
barely covered her luscious ass.  Her new red bra exposed a great deal of
cleavage but provided the necessary support for her 36 FF tits that weighed
heavily on her chest.  The white silk blouse that was left partially
unbuttoned completed her outfit.

   Edgar liked what he saw.  She looked amazing, and he was tempted to take
her right there on the spot, but there was work to be done.  He was on a
mission, and he was determined to make her transformation as swift as
possible unlike Julie where he proceeded with caution.

   Psychological she had adjusted extremely well and seemed to crave the
perverted things he was doing to her.  The more he demanded of her, the
more she gave.  She was like a succubus that was unable to quench the
thirst that was feeding off of everything he did to her.

   Her three climaxes while coupled with Duke this morning did not go
unnoticed by him.  As a matter of fact, she was ready to move on to bigger
and better things.  He would attend to that this morning after he dropped
her off.  She would spend the day with an old friend of his who would be
providing her with some new jewelry.



   Glen and Martha Clump were a throwback to the 1960's, a time when it was
fashionable to rebel against the establishment and do your own thing.  All
of his life, Glen lived on the fringe, a loner who was content to just get
by but never really making anything of himself.  Edgar befriended him many
years ago and was more than generous in elevating his lifestyle simply
because he was outstanding at his profession and, just as important,
discrete.

   Edgar wanted Andrea pierced, and he wanted it done quickly and
professionally.  Glen was that person.  Now in his latter years, 70 years
old, Edgar occasionally called on him to handle special jobs.  This was one
of those times.  He would leave Andrea with him.  They already discussed
exactly what was to be done.

   The duo arrived at Glen's home around 11:30 AM.  Andrea still had no
idea where they were going or why.  Edgar told her that they were visiting
one of his old friends.

   Edgar knocked on the door and an old woman answered.  She reminded
Andrea of some of the elderly ladies who attended her father's church.  She
figured that this was Glen's grandmother.

   "Martha, how are you?" Edgar greeted the old woman warmly.

   "Just fine, Edgar.  It's been awhile," she answered.

   "Yes, actually much too long," he said as he hugged her warmly.

   She seemed like a nice old lady.  Actually, she could have been Andrea's
great grandmother.

   "Please come in.  Glen is in the living room," she said.  The old woman
eyed Andrea curiously.

   "I imagine that your husband has been keeping busy?" Edgar said, making
conversation.

   "Actually, he doesn't do very much nowadays, what with his arthritis and
all," she answered.

   Andrea found this curious.  Did Edgar say husband?  She was under the
impression that Glen was a much younger man.

   An old man, shrunken and mummy-like, sat in a recliner.  He rose
unsteadily when he saw his wife and guests enter the room.

   "Glen, how are you, my old friend," Edgar inquired, approaching the old
codger.

   "Well, Edgar, to be perfectly honest, I've seen better days.  It seems
that there's a new pain with each passing day," he chuckled.

   "I know what you mean," he added.

   "I take it this is the young lady you were talking about?" Glen asked as
he approached Andrea.

   "Yes, it is," Edgar smiled.

   "Well, Martha, it looks like we have our work cut out for us today," he
commented as he stood in front of Andrea.

   "What's your name?" Glen asked.

   "My name is Andrea, Glen," she answered.

   Glen reared back and slapped her a stinging blow across her left cheek
and caught her right cheek on the backhand.

   Andrea was shocked by the sudden outburst of violence.  The pain was
excruciating as her mouth fell open.  She was unable to speak.  She never
expected that kind of brute force from the wizened, old man.

   "You are to address me as Mr.  Clump, and you will address my wife as
Mrs.  Clump."

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't know," she whimpered as she started to rub her red
cheek.

   He slapped her hand away.

   "Never touch yourself unless given permission.  Now get those damn hands
out of the way.  Place them behind your neck so that I can get a better
look at you," Glen ordered.

   Andrea obeyed immediately not quite sure what she did to deserve such
treatment.  He certainly was a cantankerous old man.

   "Damn kids today don't have any manners," he said to Edgar who nodded in
agreement.

   It was obvious who was in charge.  Glen was not the type to take
anything from anyone.  Even at seventy, he was a force to be reckoned with.

   "Well, let's see what she's got!" suggested Martha.

   "Damn good idea!" Glen agreed as he smiled at his wife.

   Glen started to unbutton her blouse, and, although he wouldn't admit it
to anyone, he was excited by the massive tits that were slowly coming into
view.  He'd seen some pretty big tits in his time, but most of them were
fake.  These looked like the real McCoy.

   "Get that damn blouse off!" he scowled at her.

   Andrea lowered her arms and removed her blouse.  She quickly placed her
hands back behind her neck, not wanting to rile the old man further.  Why
was she here anyway?

   Martha stepped in front of the young girl and lifted her bra encased
tits in her old, wrinkled hands.  She squeezed and tested them for several
minutes.

   In spite of herself, Andrea couldn't help but get aroused by the
attention her hefty tits were receiving from the old woman.  Her nipples
grew rock hard and were poking forward against the fabric of the bra which
confined them.  She knew these feelings weren't right.  This woman was old
enough to be her great grandmother, but she couldn't help how she felt. 
The old Andrea would be appalled, but the new Andrea welcomed the
attention.

   "They sure feel real to me!" she exclaimed.

   "Get that damn bra off, woman, and let's see what we got to work with."
Glen ordered.

   "Yes, dear," Martha replied lovingly to her husband.

   The old woman with some difficulty released the clasp on the front of
Andrea's bra.  The cups sprang away and released the young girls 36 FF tits
for the old couple to see.

   "Well, Glen, if you don't mind, I have some business to attend to and
will pick up Andrea later," Edgar said.

   "Not a problem.  Everything will be done by the time you return," Glen
said amiably to his friend as he walked him to the door.

   Andrea was upset.  Not only was it the fear of the unknown, but the old
man was like a bomb with a short fuse ready to explode.  She had no idea
why she was there except that she knew Edgar was having something done to
her today.  A small nagging voice in the back of her mind sought to be
heard, but she ignored it as the old lady concentrated on her nipples.

   Martha had each of her long, hard throbbing nipples captured between the
thumb and forefinger of her hands, and the old woman showed that she had
amazing strength for her age as she applied more and more pressure to those
oversensitive nubs.  She pulled and twisted them viciously, fascinated by
the resiliency of the massive tits on this young girl.

   "I think she likes it, Martha.  The bitch is wet," Glen commented as he
reached under her skirt and felt her wet cunt.

   "I had a feeling she was into pain," Martha commented.

   "Oooooowwwwww!  Please don't!" she groaned.

   The old lady reluctantly released the girl's hard throbbing nipples. 
They were right.  She loved the attention her tits were receiving even
though she knew it went against everything she had been taught since she
was a young child.  She didn't care though.  She left that life behind when
her innocence was taken by a man of God who was supposed to be her
spiritual leader.  She would never forgive Pastor Edwards for deceiving her
and starting her on her journey down this dark road, but at the same time
she had no feelings of animosity for him.

   "You like that, Andrea," cackled the old woman as she slapped the girl's
massive left tit.

   "Yes, Mrs.  Clump," she moaned as another blow fell on her exposed,
vulnerable tits.

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   The blows landed on her enormous tits, getting the young slut wetter and
wetter.  Her knees went weak, and she found it hard to maintain her balance
in the seven inch heels.  They could do anything they wanted to her.  She
didn't care as long as it felt good.  She thrust her tits out even more as
an invitation to the old woman to hit her again.

   "What a slut, you are," Glen commented with disgust.  "My God, she's
wetter than a two bit whore."

   "Well, Glen, I can tell you she's sure getting these old bones worked
up," Martha added.

   "Well, she damn well better do something about it because I'm too busy
to be bothered right now," Glen replied irritably.  The last thing he
wanted was his wife making demands on him.  "Get on your knees."

   Andrea obeyed without hesitation as she dropped to her knees, careful to
keep her hands locked behind her neck.

   "Spread those legs!  I want to see your nasty cunt," Glen ordered.

   Andrea spread her legs as wide apart as she could with her skirt still
on.  She knew she was wet down there.  She knew that their poor treatment
was arousing her.

   The old lady unbuttoned her house coat and let it drop to the floor.

   Andrea was not prepared for the sight that assaulted her senses.  The
old lady was all wrinkled and shriveled up like a prune.  She looked like
she had soaked in a tub of water for too long, but after all she was
seventy years old she reasoned.  What did this woman expect from her?

   "Give me your dentures!" Martha demanded.

   Andrea looked at her incredulously.

   "Yes, we know all about your teeth, honey.  We know everything about
you," she said, holding out her hand.

   Andrea removed her dentures and handed them to the old lady.  She set
them on the table and then removed her own.

   "I'll put mine over here so they don't get mixed up," she cackled,
cracking a joke at the poor girl's expense.

   She walked back over in front of Andrea and ran her fingers through her
long, brown hair.  She was massaging her scalp as she pulled her head
closer and closer to her ancient pussy that was oozing for the first time
in months and as a result in desperate need of attention.

   At first Andrea felt totally disgusted, but the massaging of her head
was like an aphrodisiac as she relaxed more and more.  Her mouth drew
closer and closer to the old lady's cunt.

   "Lick it," she whispered.

   Andrea obeyed, still enjoying the fingers that were gently massaging her
scalp.  Her tongue found the folds of the ancient cunt and separated them.
She could taste the old woman.  The taste was tart, and she smelled like
rancid fish as she mindlessly pushed her tongue between the old woman's
labia.

   "Use your gums, slut, and massage my pussy lips," ordered the old woman.

   In the meantime Glen grew curious as he walked up behind the girl and
reached down, seeking out the hard nipples that he would soon be working
on. He pulled and twisted them as the slut continued to eat out his wife's
cunt, a job he never relished.

   Martha grabbed the girl by the hair and ground her cunt into her face,
harder and faster.

   "That's it, chew on my clit," groaned the old woman.  Was it possible
that she was going to have an orgasm?

   Poor Andrea's face was covered in her sticky juices as she frantically
worked to get her off.  She found the bizarreness of the situation arousing
as she felt her own juices leaking out of her snatch.  What would her
father think of her now?

   Glen resorted to smacking the mammoth mounds as his cock started to get
hard.  It had been quite some time since he was last able to get it up, and
he was pleasantly surprised when he felt that tightness in his jeans.

   "Glen!  Glen!  I think I can do it, but make her lie down!" moaned the
old woman as she reluctantly backed off, releasing the girl's head.

   "On your back!" ordered the old man, and Andrea obeyed, not fully
comprehending what was happening.

   The old crone straddled Andrea's head and lowered the shriveled,
wrinkled folds of her messy cunt over her face, blotting out the light of
day.

   Andrea's face was covered.  The old lady rode the poor girl's face as
she encouraged her to suck and massage her with her gums.

   "Use your tongue, damn it!  Use your tongue!" she ordered the girl as
she rode her faster and faster.

   Poor Andrea's world had been reduced to one of darkness as she worked
frantically on the woman's pussy, hoping to please her before she was
suffocated to death.  The foul smell of the woman was overpowering, and her
stomach heaved as she lapped up the juices that were now flowing freely. 
The old lady became more frantic with each passing moment and then tensed
as the slut attacked her clit with her gums.

   "Aaaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed as her orgasm ravaged her ancient body
for the first time in many months.  Her juices gushed from that ancient
hole and bathed the young slut's face and filled her mouth to overflowing.

   Martha rode her face for some time as she ground her clit into the
girl's nose, using it like a little cock to tantalize her sensitive clit.
She thought for sure that times like this were over for her, but the sight
of this slut breathed new life into her.  She savored the moment as the
fires burning within her quickly died out.

   In the meantime Glen removed his jeans to nurture the erection that was
instigated by the young vixen.  He stood looking down at the voluptuous
wench as his wife finally lifted herself up and allowed the girl a breath
of fresh air.

   "Look what you've done!" he exclaimed.

   "I'm sorry, Mr.  Clump," she cowered, fearing that he might strike her
again.

   "Don't be sorry.  Do something about it!" he demanded.

   Andrea crawled over to him and flicked out her tongue, teasing the tip
of his semi-erect cock.  The ancient member twitched when her warm tongue
came in contact with it.  She ran her tongue up and down the length of his
shaft and sucked gently on his balls.

   The old man groaned.  It had been so long since he felt a pair of warm
lips caressing his cock.

   She then took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked on it like
a lollipop.  She used her gums and ran them all over his cock which was now
hard and throbbing.  This was much better than the old woman's rancid
pussy.

   "That's it!  Just like that.  Suck that damn cock," he moaned.

   Andrea became bolder taking more and more of the old man into her mouth.
He wasn't huge by any stretch of the imagination, but he still had a stiff
seven inch boner protruding from his belly.

   Her parents would kill her.  She was committing disgusting acts that
they would never condone even if she was their daughter.  She would be
disowned if they ever found out.  Her father preached fire and brimstone,
and she knew she was headed straight to hell.

   Glen looked down and watched the young slut as his cock disappeared inch
by inch into her mouth.  He could see that she was enjoying herself and
getting more aroused as it entered her throat.  He felt every inch of his
cock engulfed in this girl's warm, inviting mouth.  She had taken the whole
thing as her nose pushed against his pubic hair.

   This was too much for the old man as he grabbed her by the hair and
rammed his cock in and out of her throat.  The feeling was exquisite and
one he would relish for a long time to come, but he didn't want it to end
yet.  He reluctantly withdrew his ancient weapon from her mouth.

   He then lay down on the floor with his rigid pole standing at attention.

   "Get on top!" he ordered.  "And get rid of that damn skirt!"

   Andrea quickly removed her skirt.  All that remained were her seven inch
over-the-knee boots.  She was exhausted from the abuse but sexually charged
by the bizarreness of the situation.  This is what she needed.  This is
when she felt most alive.  She needed to be used like a common whore in
order to satisfy the cravings within her.  This was her true calling, to
hell with her father and the teachings of the church.  The fact that Glen
was old enough to be her great grandfather just made it more exciting for
her.

   She straddled the old man's legs and lowered her sopping wet cunt over
his cock.

   "Get your hands back behind your neck, you tramp!  Can't you follow
directions?" he said, taking delight in verbally abusing her.

   Andrea complied now finding it difficult to balance herself while still
wearing the seven inch boots.  The tip of his cock twitched when it
separated her cunt lips and began its ascent into her warm, tight hole.

   If you had asked her a week ago what she would be doing today, this
would be the farthest thing from her mind.  At that time her mind was pure,
but now it was perverted.  Last week she would have been disgusted by the
thought of fucking this old man, but today she welcomed it as the lust
within her ran rampant in her veins.

   All seven inches was buried in her now.

   "Now ride my cock like your life depended on it!" Glen ordered.

   Andrea lifted herself up and then lowered herself back onto his cock.

   "Not like that!  Don't you know anything?" he chided her.  "After you
raise yourself up, just drop yourself down on my cock."

   Andrea wanted to please the old man.  She did as she was instructed. 
She dropped herself on his cock, ramming his stiff rod up her cunt.

   "Now do it faster, slut!  I want you to really work at it!"

   Andrea moved up and down the ancient shaft faster and faster as she
became more aroused.  Her clit was hard and being stimulated with every
downward thrust.

   "Faster, damn it!  Faster!" he ordered, and the girl obeyed.

   She was faster than lightning as she impaled herself on his shaft at a
frantic pace.  Her body was covered in sweat as her tits bounced up and
down on her chest out of control.  They smacked against her rib cage with
each downward thrust forcing her to feel the full weight of the massive
orbs.  They ached horribly, but this only added to her arousal.

   Glen watched as she bucked up and down out of control.  He could see the
lust in her eyes as she licked her lips and groaned loudly.  It excited the
old man that he was having this kind of effect on such a young, desirable
woman.  If it wasn't for Edgar, he would never have opportunities like
this.

   The sight of this young slut riding him as if her life depended on it
was too much for the old man to bear.  He knew he was close as his cock
swelled and then spewed forth his vile cum into her unprotected cunt.

   The warm sperm filling her hole triggered her own orgasm.

   "Aaaaaaagghghhhh!" she screamed as it ripped through her.  She rode him
even faster and harder as her sensitive clit throbbed uncontrollably. 
"Yes! Yes!  Yes!"

   "Did I give you permission to cum?" Glen shouted as he smacked her tits
with the flat of his hand.

   Andrea looked guilty not realizing that she needed permission to cum.

   "I didn't know..."

   "You're not very smart, are you?  You're nothing but a dumb cunt that's
good for only one thing," Glen interrupted.

   "Thrust those fucking tits out!" he ordered.  "You need to be taught a
lesson."

   Andrea groaned as she obeyed the old man, wondering what he was going to
do to her now.  She arched her back, thrusting her tits out further as an
offering to him.

   "Martha, get my riding crop!" he ordered.

   Andrea sat there with the old man's cock still buried in her cunt,
thrusting her tits out to be beaten by this perfect stranger.  Chills ran
up and down her spine as she waited in anticipation.  Her hips moved
slightly as she felt the old man's cock in her cunt.  She should be filled
with dread, but she wasn't.  The thought of him using the riding crop on
her further stirred the feelings of lust raging within her.  She knew that
pain did strange and wonderful things to her.  She had a taste of that
already today.

   He took the crop and smacked her on the side of her left tit.

   Andrea winced in pain.

   He smacked the side of her right tit.

   She held her position and stared at him with a defiant look on her face.

   Glen increased the force of his blows as they landed at a steady pace on
her vulnerable tits.  She found that the pain was at times unbearable, but
unconsciously she rotated her hips with the cock still buried in her.  It
was a good pain.

   Determined to break the girl, Glen concentrated on her nipples.  The
next blow caught her right nipple.

   "Aaaaaaggggghhhh!" she screamed as her nipple exploded in pain.

   Then he nailed her left nipple.

   "Aaaaagaggghhhh!" another scream escaped her throat.  She wanted to be
strong and remain silent, but she couldn't restrain herself.

   Her hips still rotated even though her tits were being unmercifully
punished.

   "Have you had enough, slut?" he asked.

   Something snapped in Andrea as the abuse was driving her closer and
closer to a climax.  She didn't want him to stop.  She wanted more.  She
needed more.

   "Is that the best you can do, old man?" she replied, defiantly.

   Glen clinched his fists tightly at the impertinence of this slut who
would dare speak to him in this manner.  His cock twitched as it showed
signs of new life.

   He reared back and brought his riding crop down on the side of her left
tit with blinding speed.  The force of the blow almost knocked her off of
his lap, but she held her own.  The sound that came from her mouth started
at the pit of her stomach and rose upward.

   "Ooohhhhhh myyyyy Goddddd!" she wailed as her tortured tit was set on
fire.

   "Had enough?" he asked smugly.

   "That's your best?" she forced herself to say through gritted teeth as
she twisted her massive tits back and forth, allowing them to smack into
each other with every turn of her hips.

   "You stupid, bitch.  You want more?  You'll get more!" he screamed as he
threw down his riding crop and reached for her long hard nipples.  He
squeezed her sensitive nipples unmercifully as he twisted and pulled,
distorting the shape of her gigantic tits.

   Andrea was delirious as her pain-filled tits received the punishment for
her indiscretion, but in the midst of all the pain and abuse, a fire built
in her loins that soon burned out of control and consumed her as she had a
violent orgasm that sent her whole body into paroxysms.  Her teeth
chattered as every nerve in her body was ignited by the pain that became an
aphrodisiac to her.

   The old man in all his years had never seen anything like this before.
This girl was such a total slut that he found it hard to believe that it
was only four days ago that Edgar had acquired her.  Amazing as it might
seem, his cock was resurrected as it grew to full length once again still
buried in her warm cavern and filling her up.

   It had been ten years since he had two erections in one night, and he
enjoyed the exquisite feelings coursing through his revitalized shaft.  He
resorted to smacking her tits with the flat of his hands.

   "Ride me harder, you slut!" he commanded.

   Andrea was on overload as her whole body was sensitized by her last
earth shattering orgasm.  She rode him harder and faster as he continued to
beat her tits.  This only encouraged her and spurred her on.  Every inch of
her body was covered in sweat as she impaled herself on his ancient pole.

   "You dirty slut!  Is that the best you can do?" he derided her.

   Andrea stared at him defiantly with lust-filled eyes as she rode his
cock at blinding speed.  The verbal abuse only spurred her on and excited
her even more.  She knew he was right.  She was a slut.  She was a cum
loving slut who loved the feel of even this old man's cock violating her.

   "You're nothing but a big titted bimbo," he hissed as his own climax was
fast approaching.

   She just gazed at him and licked her lips.  His words were like a shot
of adrenalin that just encouraged her to give him the pounding of his life.


   "Get up!  Get off of me, you slut!" he commanded.

   Andrea reluctantly dismounted the old man, feeling a void when his long,
hard cock plopped out of her hot hole.  She panted, out of breath as her
sweat covered tits rose and fell on her chest with every labored breath she
took.

   He slapped her hard across the face.

   "Get your hands back behind your neck, you dumb slut.  Don't you ever
learn?" he derided her.  "Martha, get the box!"

   Martha quickly retrieved and brought over a black box.  She handed it to
her husband.

   "So you want my best?" he chided her as he opened the box and retrieved
a two inch needle.  "Then I'll give you my best!"

   Glen placed the tip of the needle in the middle of her long, hard nipple
and applied pressure.

   Andrea's eyes went wide as she looked on in horror.  She whimpered,
fearing what he might do to her.  She dared to challenge him, and now she
was paying the price for her indiscretion.  In the midst of this madness
she discovered that her nipples grew even harder at the touch of the sharp
metal point.

   He applied more pressure, and the tip of the needle broke through her
skin and disappeared in her nipple.

   "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried out in disbelief.

   "I'm going to give you my best, you bitch!" he hissed as he drove all
two inches of the needle into her left nipple.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh noooooo!" she wailed as pain consumed her hard
sensitive nub.  It was a searing pain, and he wasn't finished as he
retrieved another needle and drove it into the center of her right nipple.

   "Ohhhhhh myyyyy Gooodddddd!" she screamed as her tits were consumed in
pain.  A single drop of blood formed around the head of each needle.

   Glen stood back, satisfied that he had shown the slut who was in
control.

   Andrea looked down at her tits and could see only the very ends of the
needles visible to the human eye.  All two inches of each needle was buried
in her massive tits.

   The unbearable pain dulled and Andrea felt the fire burning hotter in
her loins.

   "WHACK!"

   He caught her left nipple with his riding crop.

   "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" she screamed.

   The pain was agonizing, but at the same time it stoked the fire burning
within her.

   "WHACK!"

   He caught her right nipple with his riding crop.

   "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" she screamed as more pain exploded in her nipple,
sending her even higher.

   "Get down on your knees!" he ordered.

   She mindlessly obeyed as her nipples became the center of her universe.
All that she was aware of was the horrible pain in her tits that was like
an aphrodisiac to her.

   "That's it?" she asked defiantly as she thrust out her tits, challenging
him.  She needed more.

   Fire burned in his eyes as he reared back and caught her left nipple
dead center with his riding crop.  Without hesitation he zeroed in on her
right nipple.

   "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she wailed as her body went into convulsions.

   In the midst of her climax he grabbed her by the hair and in one violent
thrust, buried his cock down her throat.  He wanted her to taste his cum.
He wanted to fill her belly.  Her tight throat was spurring him on as he
rammed her unmercifully.  He used her ears like handles as he rammed his
cock in and out of her throat at lightning speed.

   Andrea grew dizzy as the cock pistoned in and out of her throat.  She
rode out her climax as her tits flayed wildly on her chest with the full
length of the needles imbedded in her nipples.  She savored the taste of
the old man's cock.  Her hard clit throbbed, alive and desperate for more
attention.  She knew what was coming, and she wanted it.  She wanted his
warm cum filling her belly.

   Then the old man tensed, and she could feel his cock swelling in her
throat before the first blast of warm cum spewed forth.  She swallowed
greedily as spurt after spurt of cum filled her belly.  She loved the taste
of cum and sucked avariciously, wanting more and more of the precious white
substance.

   The old man was exhausted, but Andrea sucked greedily on his flaccid
cock in hopes of drawing a few more drops of the sweet cream out of him. 
He was drained.  There was no more, and her efforts were all in vain.

   He finally pushed her away and looked at his wife.

   Martha walked over to the delirious girl and kicked her in the side,
forcing her to roll over on her stomach.  Her huge tits were flattened
against the floor, making her even more aware of the long needles buried in
her nipples.

   "Oooooooowwwwww!" she yelped in pain.

   Martha was not a mean woman, but she was awed by the girl's reaction to
her husband's abuse.  A thought occurred to her, and she climbed up on the
girl's back, adding more weight and pressure which only flattened the
slut's tits even more, driving the needles deeper into her tit meat.

   Andrea groaned, delirious from the pain as she felt her sensitive clit
responding.  She ground her clit against the cold, wooden floor as the old
lady walked all over her back, knowing that she was driving the needles
deeper still.

   "Oh God, help me!" Andrea groaned as her groin moved at a frantic pace,
grinding down against the floor boards.

   As his wife continued to apply pressure to the poor girl's back, forcing
the needles to move around in her tit meat, Glen stepped between her
frantically moving legs and placed his foot under her.

   Andrea went wild as she forced his toes up her pussy, seeking out the
relief that she so desperately needed.  Inch by inch his foot was buried
deeper and deeper into her cunt as the fire within her built and burned out
of control.  She knew it was the old man's foot violating her, but she
didn't care.  All that mattered was the itch between her legs that was
driving her insane.

   Glen kicked his foot forward, burying it deeper and deeper until his big
toe was stopped by her cervix.  This was the trigger that threw her into
convulsions.

   "Aaaaaaaggghhhh!" she wailed as the orgasm washed over and consumed her.
She flopped around on the floor like a fish out of water when Martha
finally relented and got off of her back.  At the same time Glen removed
his foot from her wet, gapping hole.

   "Get those damn needles out of her, and then get her cleaned up.  We
have work to do," he said to his wife.  The old woman forced the spasming
girl to her feet and took her to the bathroom.



   Andrea entered Glen's work area an hour later, showered and refreshed.
There were a few bruises on her tits but nothing serious.  It was now time
for the real work to begin.

   Martha led her over to a stool and told her to sit.

   "Do you know why you're here?" Glen asked gruffly.

   "No, not really," she replied meekly.

   "God, you are dumb!" he said.  "Well, let me try to explain it to you in
simple terms.  I'm going to start with your tits."

   "You don't have to talk down to me," Andrea interrupted, hurt that he
was treating her so cruelly for no reason at all.

   He slapped her across the face, sending her head reeling.  The poor girl
was dazed and tears ran down her face.

   "You are a slut.  Don't you get it?  Your feelings don't matter.  No one
cares if your feelings are hurt.  Do you understand me?" he asked.

   "Yes," she whimpered.

   "Now, get your hands behind your neck and we'll begin," he said.

   Martha rolled a cart over which contained various instruments.  Glen put
on a pair of disposable gloves and then cleansed her nipples with
antiseptic.

   Chills ran up and down her spine as he applied the cool liquid to her
sensitive tips.  They grew harder because of the attention they were
receiving.  She wondered what he was doing.  She needed to learn to keep
her mouth shut.  It only caused her more trouble.

   He then took a marker and placed small dots on her nipple.

   "You're probably wondering what those dots are for," he said, stopping
to address her.

   "Yes," she said.

   "You're getting some piercings today," he stated.  "I'm starting with
your nipples and we'll work down from there.  Do you have any questions,
slut, before I begin?"

   "No," she whispered.  She was shocked when she found out what he was
going to do to her.  She had no time to mentally prepare for this. 
Piercings were not something you took lightly.  They were very personal. 
Some individuals liked them and others didn't.  Her family, of course,
frowned upon that kind of thing.  Being the daughter of a minister, she
would never even consider getting her ears pierced without her father's
permission let alone her nipples.  Body piercing was reserved for the
freaks of the world not good, Christian girls.

   She was never consulted.  She was never asked if she wanted her nipples
pierced, and this made it all the more exciting for her.  She had no
control over her own body.  Edgar did whatever he pleased to her.  He was
molding her into his image of the ideal woman, and she got wet at the very
thought of it.

   Glen selected a sterile hollow 12 gauge needle and a cork.  He
positioned the needle on the mark at the base of her nipple and applied
some pressure.

   "Are you ready?" he asked.

   "I don't know," she stammered as her breath came in short bursts.  Her
heart was racing as he applied more pressure forcing the sharp needle
through her skin and out the other side.  It was stopped by the cork.

   "Oh my God!" she whimpered as she looked at the needle protruding
obscenely out of her nipple.  At first the pain was sharp and intense and
then it subsided.

   He attached a barbell to the end of the needle, and then pushed the
needle through the rest of the way.  The barbell followed, and in less than
a minute it was attached to her nipple.

   He then repeated the procedure on her other nipple.

   Andrea looked on unable to think straight.  Everything happened so
quickly.  If her father had any idea of what was happening to her, he would
be livid.  She was daddy's little girl and very protective of her. 
Disfiguring her body would be an outrage to him.  The body was the temple
of the Holy Spirit.

   "These barbells are a nice touch.  Later, if Edgar wants, they can be
replaced with rings which are more practical," Glen said as he swabbed her
nipples with antiseptic.  "They serve many purposes.  They're very good for
weight training.  Just put a couple pounds of weights on each of those
suckers, and they'll give you a good workout."

   This was all so new to Andrea.  She grew wetter as she listened to him
talk.

   "Have you ever been titty fucked?" he asked.

   Andrea looked at him with a blank expression.

   "Well, of course, you haven't.  Why, last week at this time you were a
virgin fresh out of high school and ready to go to Bible school.  I bet you
never even kissed a boy before you met Edgar," he laughed.

   He was right.  She led a very sheltered life, and her parents allowed
her very little freedom.  She never attended dances and wasn't even allowed
to attend her own senior prom.

   "A titty fuck is when a guy takes his cock and buries it between your
tits," he said as he lifted her twin beauties.  "He then works his cock up
and down that deep cleavage of yours, and, before you know it, his cum is
spewing out all over these mothers.  To make it even easier, just attach a
short length of chain to your nipple rings and you're ready to go," he
chuckled.

   All types of images flashed through Andrea's mind as she clung to every
word he said.  The images she was conjuring up were arousing as she
envisioned someone actually fucking their cock between her massive tits. 
She grew hornier with each passing moment.  More evil seeds were planted.

   "Get up on the table, slut," he ordered.  "We're wasting time, and
there's still a lot more that needs to be done."

   The table looked like an examination table you would find in a doctor's
office.  The head could be adjusted and there were stirrups for your legs.

   "Martha, get her ready," he said to his wife.

   Martha helped Andrea onto the table and placed her legs in the stirrups,
spreading her legs far apart.  She felt embarrassed since she knew she was
wet down there.

   Glen arranged his instruments before examining her navel to see exactly
where the next ring would be placed.  He swabbed the area with antiseptic
and marked the entry and exit holes of the next piercing.

   Andrea's heart was racing frantically as he prepared to pierce her
navel. She knew of kids in school who had this done, but she never dreamed
of having her own navel pierced.

   He picked up a pair of Pennington forceps and grabbed the area to be
pierced, being sure to line up the entry and exit points.  He then selected
a new sterilized 14 gauge needle and quickly pushed it through.  It took
less than a minute to get the ring in place and close it up.

   The piercing stung, but it was no worse than getting your ears pierced.
Andrea looked on in disbelief.  She never thought she would see the day
where she would have three body piercings and in such intimate places.

   "Are you finished?" she asked meekly.

   "Finished?  Hell, no!  I've barely begun!" he laughed.

   The poor girl grew weak at his words.  He had barely begun?  Where else
did he intend on piercing her?  Her cunt oozed as nasty thoughts filled her
head.  How did she become so bad, so fast?

   "Damn, I still have to pierce your clitoral hood, and Edgar wants six
rings in your outer labia.  We're far from done," he said as he ran his
finger over her hard, throbbing clit.

   She moaned like a common whore.  She was like a puppet on a string.  He
could manipulate her simple by touching her clit.

   "Oh!" she groaned as his finger worked its way down to her wet, sopping
hole.  He toyed with her as he moved his finger between her labia and
dipped it in her wet cunt.  He then brought his wet finger up to her lips.
She knew what to do as she took it in her mouth and sucked it clean.

   "Then I have to work on your face."

   "My face?  What do you mean?" she asked with a note of concern.

   "Didn't that man tell you anything?  Is he leaving all the dirty work up
to me?" Glen asked.

   "I don't know," Andrea replied, confused.

   "Let me explain it to her dear," Martha said.  "When he says your face,
he doesn't literally mean your face, honey.  Your tongue will be pierced.
That's probably the most difficult one."

   This was more than Andrea bargained for.  She could deal with a couple
of piercings, but this was major.  He was violating every part of her body
from her head down.  It made her realize exactly how defenseless she was.
He could do anything to her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Her stomach grew queasy at the thought.

   Glen quickly and efficiently pierced her clitoral hood and placed a
larger ring in the piercing.  That ring hung over her clit.  She didn't
know it now, but that ring would be a constant source of arousal for her.
He then made short work of the six piercing in her outer labia.  She now
had a total of eight rings: one in her navel, one in her clitoral hood, and
three in each of her outer cunt lips.

   It happened so fast.  It was over before Andrea could fully appreciate
the magnitude of what had been done to her.

   "The nice thing about those rings in your cunt is that you can put small
locks in each set of rings and effectively make it off limits.  I mean,
nothing can get in unless the locks are removed or the damn rings are
pulled out," he said.  "It's better than a chastity belt."

   Andrea was tired and grew weary from the exhausting day, but it still
wasn't over.  She had ten piercings already, and still more to go.  She was
wearing more rings in her private parts than most of the freaks who hung
out at school.

   Little did Andrea know, but the worst piercings were yet to come.  After
they were done, she might want to reconsider her position in life.  Was she
really better off with Edgar?  Would she appreciate some of the disgusting
acts she would be required to perform.  Only time would tell.

   "Stick out your tongue!" Glen ordered.

   Andrea obeyed, and he grabbed her tongue with the Pennington forceps. 
He then swabbed her tongue with antiseptic and positioned the forceps on
the center of her tongue.  The procedure for piercing her tongue was no
different than any of her other piercings.  A hollow 12 gauge needle was
used to pierce the tongue top to bottom and a barbell followed it through
as it was withdrawn.  He threaded the ball on the other end of the barbell,
and it was done.

   There was very little bleeding which was a good sign.  He could see that
some swelling was already occurring.  This was normal and to be expected.
He let her rinse with mouth wash to guard against infection.

   Andrea, although resigned and even relishing her role as Edgar's slut,
was fast approaching the limits of what she could endure.  She hurt all
over from so many piercing and now her tongue was so swollen that she could
barely talk.

   "Ar you don?" she asked, unable to articulate very well with her tongue
so swollen.

   "Not quite, slut, we still have one more to go," Glen informed her.

   She was lying back on the examination table with her legs still in the
stirrups.  Martha took the end of a leather strap that was fastened to the
head of the table and passed it across the girl's forehead, attaching it to
the other side.  This effectively held her head in place.  She was unable
to move and this scared her.

   "Wha ar you doin?" she asked.

   "This last piercing is very delicate, and I can't afford to have you
moving around and hurting yourself," Glen said.

   Panic set in as she realized the seriousness of the situation.  What
piercing?  What else could he possibly do to her?  She had been through so
much in the past two days and, up until now, had held up very well. 
However, everyone reaches a breaking point, and she was very close.  Her
heart beat at a frantic pace.  She had difficulty breathing.  Her massive
tits heaved with every labored breath that she took.  She feared what he
was about to do to her.

   Glen remained passive as he approached her with a sterilized 10 gauge
hollow needle.  The spectrum piercing was left for last.  This piercing was
not the most popular, but served its purpose.  The new ring would pass
through the nasal septum, the middle of the nose.  He carefully located the
gap between the cartilage and the bottom of the nose and quickly drove the
hollow 10 gauge needle all the way through.

   "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as the needle passed through the center
of her nose.

   She was given no anesthetic or anything else to dull the pain.  Edgar
wanted her to feel and experience everything that was happening to her.

   The ring followed the needle and was closed.  Andrea now had a good
sized ring hanging from the middle of her nose.  Luckily it did not hang
below her upper lip.

   Martha released her and allowed her to stand up and view herself in the
full length mirror.

   Andrea stood looking at all of the modifications that were made in the
last two days - the huge tits, the bell bars in her large nipples, the
belly button ring, the clitoral hood ring, the six rings in her outer cunt
lips, the tongue piercing, and the ring hanging from the middle of her
nose. She was in too much discomfort to think rationally.  She should be
totally disgusted at the image that looked back at her, but she wasn't. 
She was just numb and wanted it to end.

   "I love all of your jewelry," Martha said soothingly.  "There's just one
more thing we need to do before Mr.  Stevens picks you up."

   "I don wan any mor piercing," she cried, panic setting in.

   "No, no, my child, no more piercings.  You've had enough of that." she
said, leading her over to a chair.  "Just sit down and try to relax."

   Andrea sat in the chair, somewhat relieved that at least the piercings
were over.  Martha was so kind and being so nice to her.  She wasn't at all
like her husband.

   Martha talked soothingly to her just like her grandmother would as she
secured the girl's wrists to the arms of the chair.

   "There, now we're all ready to begin."

   "Begin wha?" Andrea asked.

   "Why I'm just going to style your hair.  You know, I was a beautician in
my younger years," she said, smiling at the girl.

   Andrea had long brown hair that flowed down her back almost to her
waist. At least she did until Martha took a pair of sheers and cut her hair
straight across at shoulder length.

   "Wha are you doin?" Andrea panicked.

   "Why I'm styling your hair, silly, and if you keep moving your head like
that, it's going to look a mess."

   "I don't wan it cut!" she screamed.  Her tongue was really swollen by
now.

   "That doesn't matter, Andrea.  Mr.  Stevens wants it styled special, and
that's all that really matters."

   "Just do it.  You don't have to explain it to the stupid slut," Glen
growled.

   "Now, Glen, sometimes an explanation is necessary.  You just hush up and
let me take care of her.  Why don't you roll the full length mirror over
here so that Andrea can see what I'm doing."

   Andrea saw her beautiful hair lying on the floor.  Her hair was now
shoulder length, and she figured that wasn't so bad.  Maybe it was time for
a change.  Besides it would grow back.  Then she saw something that
disturbed her.  Martha picked up a pair of electric hair clippers, and she
grew concerned.

   "Wha are you doin with thos?" she panicked.

   "I'm just going to give you a little trim job, my dear," she said
sweetly as she started shaving the left side of the struggling girl's head.

   "No!  No!  No!  Don't do tha!" Andrea was hysterical as the old lady
tried to shave her head.

   Martha stopped momentarily and pointed a finger at the frantic girl.

   "Now listen to me," she said slapping her across the face.

   Andrea felt as if she was trapped in a nightmare.  This really couldn't
be happening to her.

   Martha slapped her again, but this time much harder.

   Andrea settled down somewhat, sobered by the pain in her jaw caused by
this woman.

   "One way or the other, I will finish your hair.  If you persist in
resisting me, I can guarantee you it will look like hell, and you will have
to answer to Mr.  Stevens."

   What choice did the poor girl have?  She was shackled to the chair, and
there was no escape for her.  She resigned herself to the fact that this
woman was going to proceed whether she wanted her to or not.  What she
wanted didn't matter.  That point had been driven home numerous times over
the past few days.  She sat quietly in the chair almost catatonic.

   Martha proceeded to shave Andrea's head.  The left and right sides were
shaved down to nothing more than stubble, and then she worked on the top of
her head, shaving all of her hair off.

   "Wait!  You said you were styling my hair?"

   "Well, young lady, you got me so upset that I decided to just shave it
all off," she retorted.

   Andrea was shocked as she saw herself being transformed into a freak. 
Tears welled up in her eyes.  This was no longer exciting.  This was not
what she wanted.

   "Don't worry dear, you'll love it when I'm finished," Martha said.

   She then smeared shaving cream all over the distressed girl's head and
shaved her head smooth.

   Andrea's jaw dropped open as this bizarre transformation took place. 
She looked like some kind of freak.  She looked like something out of
"Rocky Horror Picture Show."

   "Wha have you don to me?" Andrea exclaimed, tears still trailing down
her already tear-streaked cheeks.

   "This is the new you, Andrea.  There is no one else in the world quite
like you.  You will be noticed and desired and wanted," Martha whispered in
her ear.

   Andrea stared with disbelief for many minutes at her reflection in the
mirror.  She was indeed different and unique, and, as she continued to
stare at herself, she became strangely aroused.  In spite of the pain in
all parts of her body and in spite of her bald head, she was aroused as her
clit throbbed and her cunt leaked its sweet nectar on the seat.  Her
reaction was unexplainable.  She shouldn't feel this way.  She should be
appalled and disgusted.

   "There's only one more thing I need to do, honey," Martha said sweetly
as she stood behind Andrea, addressing the reflection in the mirror.  She
took some cream and rubbed it all over the girl's head.  "Now, doesn't that
feel good?"

   "Yes, it does," Andrea said closing her eyes, enjoying the gentle touch
of the old lady's hands on her head.  She was so tired and just wanted to
rest.

   "That's good, honey, I want you to feel good.  I can see that you're
quite aroused."

   "Mmmmmmm," she moaned as the hands continued to rub the soothing cream
into her naked scalp.

   Andrea felt something warm caressing her clit.  She slowly opened her
eyes and saw Glen kneeling in front of her, gently flicking at her hard,
throbbing clit with his tongue.  She never expected such an act of kindness
from this old man.

   "Just relax, honey," Martha cooed as she applied another layer of the
cream.

   It felt so good, and the old man's tongue was driving her wild as she
drew closer and closer to another climax.  In spite of everything she had
been through today, the lust that burned within her found a way of winning
out every time and coming to the surface.  She could forget about all her
problems as the fire burned hotter and hotter.  Her cunt was leaking like a
faucet as the old man's tongue licked and sucked her, avoiding the new
piercings that were still so sensitive.

   She was delirious as Martha applied even more of the wonderful cream
until she could stand it no longer.  She bucked out of control from the
climax that ravaged her poor tortured body.  It was intense and consumed
her and reaffirmed what she was.

   "That's it, cum, my little slut.  I'm done with the depilitating cream,
and you have nothing to worry about," Martha said sweetly.

   `Depilitatin cream?" Andrea moaned as Glen continued to tease her
sensitive clit.

   "Oh yes, honey, we don't want any of that nasty hair growing back, do
we? It would ruin your new look," she said.

   Andrea felt horror unspeakable as Glen tugged on her clit with his
teeth. Another orgasm ripped through her body before she passed out.




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