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M&M BIG SALES
‘Try our new Spanish Donkey “Horo” and you'll get 300 $ cash on the spot' read the advertising M&M department stores launched, with a big photo of the item and a semi-nude woman smilingly on it. ‘Only 999 $, limited stock, exclusive in M&M, 10 th floor.'
The small print informed about the conditions to get the money.
The tenth floor looked like a fitness studio. On the left side an enormous placard read:
“Inscriptions. Try 2 hours; get 300 bucks.”
In the middle of the hall a huge electronic display announced who is staying where for how long.
On the right sight neatly placed there were ten rows of five ‘Horos' each. Each one had been equipped with a small table attached to the front. On the table lay a document informing about the conditions and acceptances any user had to sign. It had been signed by a notary and by Larissa Milwaukee becoming a legal document.
At three o'clock Mr. Michael Milwaukee reached the tenth floor. It was so over crowed he had problems in reaching the reserved area. The noise level was also near to unbearable.
Closing the door he signalled Boris to join him.
“How's business” he smilingly asked his future son-in-law.
“Mr Milwaukee you are a genius. I've not seen so much money in my whole life. We've sold by now half the stock and I need your signature to order at least 10000 Horos more.”
“10000?” Michael was astonished
“Yes Mr. Milwaukee, at least, but the really good news is the cash we're generating from our hobby-inquisitors” Boris said
“I though it would be barely enough to cover the promotional 300 $” the owner retorted.
“No, Mr Milwaukee,” Boris addressed his future father-in-law always as Mr. when working. At home he humorously called him spare-daddy. “Each horos is producing at least 300 $ hourly.
“But, but that's impossible. How it tallies?”
“Well, I've introduced a novelty” Boris proudly explained “and seemingly it works fine”
On the tenth floor the business was booming. Let's concentrate on Horos 37. A whimpering young woman is being helped by a gentleman to descend. He heaved her out of the device with one hand between her legs and the other one firmly gripping a tit. She is in her twenties, blond short hair and spots and ample chest. He's at least fifty, grey hair, glasses, well dressed but clearly over weighted. We zoom in:
“86 minutes left; minus last 5 minutes to spend here makes 81..uhmm ..5$ each” the salesman was calculating
“makes 405 $, Sir”
“Here you are” Mr. Hartington offered his visa-card.
“Just a moment” the salesman took the card and went away.
“My god, oh my god” Felicia Bowles murmured. The newlywed had signed in not even thirty minutes ago.
Mario, her husband had convinced her. ‘300 $, think about it, darling, for just two hours'.
She had signed in, he got the money. Five minutes later strapped on horos 37, in a medium level of discomfort she heard, in midst of whimpers, laughs and cries:
“Look, over there, that's Felicia”
Felicia was anything but happy. Why precisely these two troublemakers, Andy and Jerry.
She had not talked to them for the last six month, since the incident.
Andy and Jerry came nearer. The salesman waited till they exchanged a few greetings. He looked at them silently. Both dressed in jeans and sneakers. Andy, the higher one wore a black t-shirt, Jerry, fat and ugly, with glasses, wore a white shirt with blue checks.
“I see you know each other” he intervened.
“More or less” they answered in unison.
“Would you like to test the horos to its bonds for ten minutes?
“Yeah, why not” Jerry was looking at Felicia, well not at Felicia but at her tits. “How much?”
“It costs 50 bucks but you get it with Felicia as guinea pig.”
“50 DOLLARS! Andy exclaimed “for ten lousy minutes.
“With Felicia, to really see how it works; that makes them less lousy don't you think” The salesman handed them the statement:
“Here, read the signed agreement” Both boys started reading, 30 secs later they were counting their money.
Enough!
“Your receipt and a small manual. Thank you, sirs, and have fun”
“Here, press the red button” Andy instructed. The bar slowly rose.
“Nooo, stop it; it huuuurts” Felicia tried frenetically to stop the machine.
“Hey Fel, you look funny” Jerry commented “and what's the green button for?” He asked and pressed it.
“Shaking”
“Aahhh, Noooo , sto-op plleeasea sto-oo-op it. Pleeaaase.” The bar was still rising and had by now lifted Felicia by her most tender spot. She could avoid some pain pressing against it with her hands, but when it started jerking, the bar hit against her clit and then her anus and again her clit.
Andy pressed a big blue one- Pause-
“Please Andy, please, lower me” Felicia begged
“Why should I, we've paid 50 bucks to play with you”
“You…you…can play with me in another way” Felicia offered, ashamed.
“If you show us your tits we lower you” offered Jerry
Felicia tried to unbutton her blouse but then the bar bit furiously into her loins.
“I caaan't” Felicia cried, realising she needed both her hands to prevent her pussy from being definitively ruined.
“Bad luck here you go again” Jerry said and was about to press again the blue button.
“NNNNOOOOOOO, I mean I can't use my hands but help yourselves, take a look, feel them up but please lower meee” Felicia cried trying to avoid another lurch.
They lowered her, opened her blouse and fondled her braless tits.
“Jiggle” and Felicia jiggled. They laughed. Each of them took a marvellous soft meat globe into his and fondled it.
“Smile” flash. “Hey guys having fun?” Monica - Lezzy – Lopez joined them.
They stepped apart curiously looking at both women.
Monica, Mexican, arrived with a devilish smile. She was the leader of her group, all girls, and she behaved as a leader. Today she dressed a black leather skirt, an old fashioned AC/DC T-shirt and ankle boots, she didn't care being fat.
“Fel! Nice to meet you” she said and petted Felicia's blond hair. Her hand wandered down and started mauling her naked globes. “”Always wanted to do this, you don't mind, do you?”
“Noo” whimpered a humiliated Felicia.
“Than tell me to maul them, bitch” Monica viciously pinched her nipple.
“Aaauuch; please Monica touch my breasts” Mrs Bowles was again near to tears.
“Stupid bitch” Monica slapped Felicia “you've tits and you want them mauled, abused: esta claro, zorra?”
“Yees, please, Miss Lopez maul my bitchy tits”
The trio laughed. Felicia cried. She got her tits mauled.
Once the boys time finished, Lezzy Lopez paid 50 $ more and made Felicia ask her be French kissed (it took only the time to find out the white button heats the bar) while getting her cunt groped. Andy and Jerry followed Monica's example and didn't turn her down, as she was asking for it so nicely.
When the trio went away they left Felicia with the bar pressing fully against her slit and shaking slowly.
She was howling like a pack of wolves.
“For five additional dollars you can let her gagged” the salesclerk offered, unmoved..
I prefer hearing her, it's a kind of music” Monica answered.
“Or cuffed” he added, but, lucky for Felicia, it was too noisy.
It was then when her former neighbour Mr. Hartington had shown up.
The salesclerk waited a moment before hitting the blue –PAUSE – button. Felicia stopped shaking and the bar lowered a bit.
“Hello, Miss Storm” he greeted as if meeting in a café.
“It's Bowles, now” the clerk informed translating the unintelligible blubbering she produced.
“Ah, Miss Storm, sorry, Mrs Bowles, you married?”
“Please take me down, I can't more” whimpered Felicia totally uninterested in social gossip.
“Why should I do that, you looked nice to me, erotic even, shaking there.”
“I do anything, really anything, but please” she looked at him with puppy eyes “please, take me down”
Felicia meant it. She was hurting badly and totally humiliated.
“If she agrees you can buy her as a slave for the remaining time”
“Yeees, please, take me down” Felicia didn't even hear what he'd said, but she agreed.
The salesman went on informing. “The rate is 5$ minute and you've to deliver her here again before – he looked at his watch- four thirty, Mr.”
Mr. Hartington looked interested. Felicia was openly showing her young, firm tits. The bar pressed into her cunt and outlined it perfectly. Her cotton trousers were literally eaten by her slit.
“You'll buy yourself a pretty slave, Mr; You can do to her to your hearts content. You can strip her, grope her, fuck her or mate her to your dogs. You can videotape the whole event for your later enjoyment or to make profit selling it to her relatives or friends. She can be the first adult doll for your kids to learn about sex and pain. Frank's growing erections showed the salesman he was on the best way to get another customer.
My god, stop it. Felicia felt horrible. She married just a week ago to and now it seemed she was to become Miss fuck-me-all-you-want for just 300 stupid bucks.
(300 bucks Mario was spending on Pamela, Felicia's best friend. He casually found trying out a horos)
Frank Hartington was salivating by then. He would fuck that spoiled kid from opposite and of course he would mate her to his dogs. The same dogs her mother so often complaint about, because they frightened Felicia.
And, yes, he would videotape everything.
If he was lucky her parents would be at home to witness the public and animalistic mating.
There was no time to lose.
“Ok, I take her” he said.
The salesclerk informed him again she had to be delivered alive and with no permanent mark before 4'30. Than he asked Felicia if she agrees to swap her remaining time for time in slavery.
She had heard everything and desperately shook her head from side to side.
“The salesclerk stepped next to the horos and touched a hidden spot.
“AAAAAAAAAAAahhhhhhhhhh”
Felicia shocked and cried. A brutal jolt of electricity shocked into her cunt.
The salesclerk pressed Pause.
“Please, no, no, no more please my ..my sex, please…”
Frank was smiling, Felicia hurting and the salesman doing his job.
He released the pause button.
AAaauiiiiiii. AAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiii pliiiiiiiiiiissssssssss
Pause.
“I accept I accept, I accept whatever, please”
“ Mrs Felicia Bowles do you freely agree to swap your remaining time for time in slavery, with no restriction other then mutilation or death?
She agreed and signed. Finally he informed both that if he complains afterwards, she would be strapped on a Horos for double the time.
Frank helped Felicia descent and immediately became touchy. He wanted to make the max out of his money. His left hand cupped her cunt, pressing his middle finger deep into her slit; his right hand took her left boob.
“That's the novelty” Boris explained “to pay for taking the bitch home. Like this, another bitch can occupy her place, and we multiply profit.”
Mr Hartington wasn't lucky. The Storm were absent when he arrived with Felicia. She was totally naked except for her heels. He made her descent and open the garden gate.
Felicia wanted to die. Here she was totally nude, on the street, in plain daylight and in the neighbourhood she grew up. To worsen things Mr. Hartington tooted the horn. He ordered her to remain standing at the gate and to tell everybody who may ask that she's an decorative object to look at and feel up. When Frank returned with the video camera half the neighbourhood was at his gate. He filmed how the boys groped and finger fucked her former neighbour, how the girls made her squirm pinching her clit and nipples, how she got on her fours to blow some of the men and finally how Rambo and Jetli, his two Rotweiler, fucked her. Tears of fear and abject humiliation wetted Felicia's cheeks. He also filmed the amused crowd witnessing the event .
“I've decided to buy a horos” a happy hubby informed his suffering wife.
“But” she said crying openly and half naked “what for? We don't need it and where will you get the money? My god I've been tortured today for those paltry 300 dollar and…”
“Don't worry sweetheart” he said slapping her exposed tit “I've signed you in for the whole week, two hours daily. That makes a net profit of 1101 dollar.”
Rhonda's big black eyes menaced to fall out, totally surprised and afraid.
The hubby, a small man in his fifties, with totally white hair went on explaining his plans and flipping her nipple. “I mean to strap you on it during the poker parties with my buddies. You know Al always lusted after your Salma-hayek-body as he calls it, and Sam would also be happy two win the right to make the horos work with you on it, and make you fulfil any promise he squeezes out of you.
“Pete, my god, you are making me a whore”
“And?” “ I can't wait to invite your sister and offer her a proof ride. She'll make a nice whore too”
He pressed the green button and left her shaking.…”
Another young woman, absolutely naked, was surrounded by a group of kids. She was a tall, brunette, with a high class touch. It was impressive how deep the bar was cutting in, perhaps due to the fact she was handcuffed behind.
Her hair had been attached by a rope to an ring in the ceiling. It avoided her cunt the whole bodyweight. It was a very painfully salvation, but salvation at least.
“Hey teach” a boy shouted “We're going to make you sign in again”
“No, please, Tommy not, please not. I'm hurting so much”
“But you looks so pretty naked” said another boy. Fumbling at her hurting cunt.
“I'll strip for you whenever you want, but please, not again, please”
“And may we touch you like here” asked a girl. Elongating both her teacher's nipples
“Yeeess, please. I teach you in the nude if you want but…..”
“ Nude and handcuffed ?”
“Yeees, please, lower the bar”
“And you'll kneel on your desk in the classroom?”
“Yes, I do. Please lower the bar”
“Even during the meetings with our parents”
“Yeeeeeeeeesssssssss”
When the kids had written it down she signed it. Another classroom with motivated kids. Horos is all benefit..
The profit M&M made that day was enormous, but the improvement of their customer's lives was even bigger. At least attending to the survey made between the customers (husbands and boyfriends).
Omar
Omar's life was glory. At home Meat – the official name of the former proud Mrs Alexandra's Silverstone– was kept naked and hairless, absolutely hairless. She felt more humiliated by her naked scalp then by her bald cunt. Omar wanted her always on display and in reach, just in case he wanted to touch some meat. She had to kneel next to Omar with wide spread thighs whenever she was not busy. When he invited friends, and suddenly he had a lot of them, she was not only not allowed to reject any advance, but had clear instructions to provoke them.
One of Meat's functions was to dress up Fuckme, her daughter. The dress rules were easy: A dog collar with her new name, high heels, no underwear and only skirts and dresses. The maximal length of a dress or skirt was one inch below her labia.
At sixteen, Fuckme was a pretty teenager. Her long blond hair and her fully developed body had made her very popular even before her dress code. Even Omar had fancied her.
Now she had to present herself for inspection before leaving.
“Mr Omar, may Fuckme be brought to school like this?” asked the humiliated teenager.
He looked at her. Black high heeled sandals, leg, more leg, even more leg than a black skirt. He stretched out his hand and fingered her cunt, it was just at level with her skirt. She didn't move. She new that the slightest rejection could cost her an hour with horos. He enjoyed his power and slowly fingered his step sister's cunt. Again he got hard, his stamina seemed endless. Miss Silverstone endured her humiliating treatment, one week ago she would have slapped him for occasionally brushing her ass.
“Meat” he called “the chain” Former Alexandra Silverstone come in running, naked of course, kneeled next to him with wide spread knees and stretched out both hands offering him the chain.
He was in no hurry. He went on slowly finger fucking his step sister under her mother's regard.
Finally he withdrew his fingers and made Meat suck them clean. He hooked the chain into Fuckme's collar and tucked. Mother and daughter knew their humiliation was still not over, they had clear instructions about the good bye kiss. It was to be given in the front garden, and it was not a mother-daughter kiss. They had to French kiss whilst fingering each other and they had to do it until the school bus arrived.
The situation was so debasing that they couldn't understand why each time they climaxed, when witnessed by neighbours, by passers or the whole school bus. Naked and reduced to a piece of meat; She Alexandra Silverstone was French kissing her own daughter as a sailor would kiss a prostitute fingering her blond and wet cunt for all to see, whilst having her daughter's fingers working deeply in her own bald twat. And than that humiliating climax and the applause and cheers.
The power Omar felt having Miss Silverstone on a leash and ready to be used made him grope and molest whatever female crossed him. Few girls dared to protest, they too felt his power (and hands) and were afraid of him. He told them to stand still and they obeyed. All the girls learned to say they are good little tight slits for him to enjoy. And he enjoyed and his friends also: His power become mythic when he cornered Georgetta Harrison. Georgetta was the prettiest cheerleader, two years his senior and with a stable boyfriend. She was a dream: dark short hair, black eyes and full red lips mounted on a perfect body. Big firm tits and a very small waist enhanced her hips . Her round ass and strong legs conferred her an erotic and powerful appearance.
Georgetta was self confident and when Omar tried to feel her up she slapped his face and menaced him with her boyfriend's gang.
“Nobody molests Georgetta Harrison” she said and went away.
Omar's power was endangered and he called home. During the afternoon nobody met Georgetta.
When he came home he saw Mrs Harrison Mercedes at the door, and smiled.
“Mrs Silverstone I demand the devolution of those powers” he heard Stephanie-Georgetta's mother- voice “you don't look trustful to me any more” she said looking at Alexandra's naked cunt with disdain.
Stephanie and Alexandra had been good friends when this latter helped her through a difficult divorce. Than Stephanie had given her unlimited power of attorney, a fact she later forgot.
“You see Steph “answered a calmly Mrs Silverstone, Master told me to use them and I did.”
Omar was pleased to hear she referred him as Master even when he's absent.
“Master?” spitted out Stephanie “Are you nuts?”
“Yes and the reason I called you is to inform you about some small changes”
“Shut up and give me those papers”
“The first you have to know is that you are not longer free, cause I've sold you”
“What? What? Stephanie repeated in a lower tone. “You what?”
“I've sold you. To your ex-husband and his wife, as a bitch. That is the second thing you should know, you are not longer human, at least legally. Now you are a property, a pet, an owned bitch which each Saturday afternoon will be brought to the dog pound for public mating. We've already made the arrangements.
Stephanie, an older version of her daughter started to feel unwell. “Alex, what are you saying?”
“This is impossible, isn't it”
“No, it's not. In fact Robert is going to come – he should be here by now- to pick up his new bitch. He expects to find you naked, collared and on your fours. If not, you are to spend the night on his new horo.
By now everybody new what a horo was, even they didn't know it stands for Hurt OR Obey.
Mrs Stephanie Harrison went white. “Why?” she cried.
“Master told me your daughter offended him and to put her in place I started whit you…”
“Where is Geor…”
´Ding Dong, Ding Dong
..getta?”.
“Your Master if I were you I would strip.”
Mr Robert Harrison and LiYu, his Chinese wife left late that afternoon.
Stephanie crawled behind them collared and naked. She had been toyed with and abused.
She had licked LiYu's slit and fucked a cucumber, she had fetched things and barked and she got the promise to spend the night on Horo for not being naked when they arrived.
Next morning Omar showed up in school tugging at Georgetta's new clit ring. The golden ring clearly showed between her black, well trimmed cunt. Her status had changed she was no longer a cheerleader, but the school's mascot. The pretty teenager was totally naked, her septum, her tongue and her nipples also showed new golden rings. Her hands were attached to her collar and her feet trapped in a crazy pair of shoes. Her vocal cords had been modified; she could only chirp or tweet, like a good mascot..
Omar brought her directly to the director fondling any female he met on his way: he fingered student's slits, cupped teachers cunts and massaged the secretary's tits with no opposition.
Georgetta suffered a nightmare. Everybody she knew was first looking at her and then blatantly taking advantage, even her boyfriend commented she looked better like this.
The director read the papers and listened to Omar, who was fingering a teacher's slit. Then he decided that Mascot was to live on the school facilities, in the kennels, accessible for everybody, at any hour. “Just ask for the key” he said “and wash her afterwards”
He took the clit chain, slapped Mascot's ass and lead her away.
To be continued…
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