"The Muse Trilogy"
(Story Two)
"The Unexpected"
"Hey baby, how's it goin'? You want company? You want to play with my tits?
You want to fuck my wet, hungry, pussy? You want Bambie to suck your big,
hard, manly, cock? Ouuuu, I am so hot for you. Come on baby, Bambie will
treat you real good. And I don't cost much either. Come on big guy, Bambie
wants you to cum in her mouth, and on her big tits, and in her hungry pussy
too. So what ya say sweetie?"
"Well, that depends on how much you want to spend big boy."
"FIVE BUCKS?! That's IT? Just 5 bucks? Are you FUCKIN' NUTS?! I'm worth ten
times that."
"Hey wait minute, don't go away. How about twenty and I'll suck you off and
you use a rubber?"
"Ten and no rubber? No way! Fifteen and a rubber. . . How about ten and a
rubber? . . . Shit, how's ten for a handjob and no rubber? . . . FIVE? Son
of a bitch. Okay, a handjob with no rubber for five. . . What? HERE! With
me hangin' out of your car? Oh god. Okay, but it has to be quick. Damn, you
already got it out. Okay, your gonna have to lower your car window a bit
more so I can reach it. . . There, that's better. What? . . . HEY, for five
bucks your lucky I'm touchin' it at all. . . Okay! Okay! Don't get mad. . .
Oh baby! You're so big and hard! I love a man with a big, hard, cock. To
put my soft, feminine, hand around it. To stroke it up and down. To feel it
throb with your veins bulgin' out from it's side. Ohhhh, it makes me
soooooo hot all over. I can even feel my pussy oozin' my hot, horny, love
juice while I rub your big manly co . . . HEY! If you want to play with my
tits, it will cost you another five bucks. . . Well, if you don't have the
money, leave them alone. . . Yea, right, I'm rubbin' it, I'm rubbin' it.
Okay, faster, and faster, and . . . Oh Shit! You came all over my hand, and
you got some on my dress too, and in my hair! SHIT! . . . Yea, yea, yea, it
was good for me too. Now give me my five bucks. . . Huh? . . . Yea, right,
sure. You tell all your friends about Bambie, but you tell them I only do
it with a rubber and TEN bucks from now on. . . Yea, I love you too baby"
Asshole! I don't believe this. I gave him a hand job with my bare ass
sticking out in public, right in the middle of the road. Luckily this is
the seedy part of town and no one here calls the police over stuff like
this. Damn, his cum is all over me. I know I have a couple of tissues in my
purse somewhere. It's so small though. But like THEY said, all I need to
carry in it is one bright red lipstick and a couple dozen condoms, along
with my street money. And oh yea, my fake ID too. I never knew they could
make a driver's license look so real. At least the picture doesn't look
anything like me, thank god for that. But then again, it does look like me.
The new me that is. The blonde bimbo whore THEY are trying to turn me into.
They even gave me a new name to match my looks, Bambie B Dumm. Just like it
says here on my ID.
Oh good. Here's the tissues. I should have told that cheap son of a bitch
to fuck off. But time is running out and I needed the money bad. If I don't
make my quota by the time they come for me, I'll be punished, again! And
having my ass flogged to a brilliant fire engine red that one time was
enough to last me for the rest of my life, thank you very much. THEY even
took pictures while it was going on. Nasty, in your face, pornographic
pictures. With me showing my slutty made-up face and forcing a smile. My
hands rubbing my burning ass, squeezing my naked tits and touching myself
between my . . . "Oh hi baby, you want some . . . Well, same to you
dickwad, fuck'n asshole!"
Damn, why do I cuss so much. I never use to. I mean, being an Ivy League
graduate and all, I was quite articulate. But now, every other word out of
me is a swear word. . . I know! It's because THEY wanted me to. NO! It's
because THEY ORDERED me to. They said it adds to my over all dumb gritty
street whore persona. The personality they are trying to ingrain in me, to
override my own and make it permanent. Those fuck'n bastards! Oh NO, there
I go again. I have to try harder. To keep my mind and personality together
and separate from what THEY want me to be. But it's so hard. I can feel
their hold on me getting stronger. It's like I'm in this constant fight
over WHO I am. And because it is two against one, I feel like I'm slowly
loosing the battle for the very core of my being. And once I loose that
fight, I will become the whoring bimbo Bambie THEY want me to be, forever!
Oh why did I ever have to try and act out my fantasies in the first place.
I mean, there's nothing wrong with having fantasies, sexy ones, kinky ones
even. And big deal, so a couple of mine had to do with being dominated and
turned into a sex object with a little humiliation added for flavor. But
this is going too far. Okay, so what if I do get a little excited and wet
now and then, that doesn't mean I want to do it all the time, over and over
again, and to this extent. I mean, even too much of a good thing can be bad
for you. And being a real street whore named Bambie is definitely not good
for me!
THEY are the ones doing this to me, forcing me into this role. THEY are the
ones who are taking this fantasy stuff way too far. Instead of them
fulfilling MY fantasies within MY limits like it started out as, I am now
fulfilling THEIR fantasies without any limits what-so-ever. THEY are trying
to take control of me, of my fantasies, of my body, and even my identity.
But what choice do I have?
"Hi baby. What? . . . Fifty and seventy five bucks, with a rubber. . . .
Sorry baby. No rubby? No fucky."
That's it asshole, drive away. Try those girls further down the road.
They'll do it without a rubber, and you'll get more than a blowjob and a
pussy fuck for your money too. Well, at least THEY ordered me to use a
rubber with every trick I do, thank God. Maybe they DO care about me after
all? . . . HA! Who am I kidding. Their only concern is that THEY don't
catch anything when THEY want to fuck me. Yea, like I have a choice any
more with them blackmailing me and all.
There! I think I got all his cum off me now. Lucky latex cleans up so fast
and easy. Damn! I hate hot pink. And I really HATE latex too! It's so
fuckin' hot and tight. Damn it! I'm cussing again! I feel like my boobs are
going to pop out any minute. That or be squashed flat like a couple of
pancakes. And look at my nipples. It's so embarrassing the way they stick
out like buttons. I asked them, pleaded with them to let me wear a bra, but
Nooooo! THEY wouldn't even let me wear a pair of panties either. All night
long I've had to watch how I bend and move so that my already short dress
doesn't creep up to far, showing everyone my naked butt and shaven pussy.
Oh yea, THEY did that too. Complete with pictures and video tape of the
blessed pussy shaving event. Just a little more humiliating and
blackmailing evidence they said. Damn them both to hell!
Well, at least I still have my life during the day and weekends. That's my
lifeline to reality, to the "who" I really am. But sometimes, more often
than I care to admit, I slip up. Like my language will become crude and
foul around my corporate peers. Or I'll catch myself twirling my hair bimbo
style. Or chewing gum with my mouth open and popping bubbles during
important board meetings. Or, for some unconscious reason, I'll begin
swinging and rowing my hips around when I walk as if I were a strutting
bitch on the street looking for some action. It must be quite a sight
though as a few friendly wolf whistles at the office attested too. Oh god,
just thinking about those times when I fellback into my Bambie whore mode
at work makes me so ashamed of myself. Not to mention how angry I get, at
THEM, for making me loose control like that.
Oh yes, THEY are responsible for that too. They taught me all those things
and more. Night after night I would be forced to practice on THEM, licking
HER pussy and sucking HIS cock, forced to swallow as they both came in my
mouth and down my throat. All the while THEY would laugh at me and
criticize me and even punished me until acting like a brainless bimbo
street whore became second nature to me. And when I was finally performing
like the hot piece of ass THEY wanted, THEY told me I had graduated. They
then took me to a special boutique for a makeover. There, my hair was dyed
blonde and styled into something big and fluffy, my sensible clothes were
replaced with ones that were tight, brief and sexy, lots of bright colors
that seemed to make me glow in the night, AND made of ugly latex too. My
jewelry became gaudy, my make-up was bold and layered on, and even the
heels to my shoes had no less than five inches to them now. After that, I
was taken to a street corner in the red light district of town. There, they
gave me my little purse, christened me a successful graduate from the
University of Sluts and Whores, and told me if I didn't make them some
money by the time they came back, then all of the material they had on me
would be made public.
That night I became Bambie B Dumm, a non-consenting street whore, pimped
out by my Master and Mistress, as they demand I call them from then on. And
that's when I became two people. By day, I was an intelligent, dignified
and sensuous woman in the corporate world of high finance. But by night,
I was a pathetic sex object. A tricked out vulgar street whore. A walking,
talking fuck-hole ready to make some fast sleazy money. But now, Bambie,
that slut of the night, is slowing entering into my sacred private life of
the day. And I seem powerless to stop her, or THEM!
"Oh hi baby. You looking for a nice piece of tight wet pussy for your big
hungry cock? Bambie is right here for you baby. I'm all horned up and
waiting for a manly stud like you. . . Oh come on now sweetie, you don't
want to do that without a rubber. A great hunk of man flesh like you can
catch something really nasty if you ain't careful. Come on baby, wear a
thin little piece of rubber around that hard throbbin' cock of yours and do
Bambie real good. Ohhhh baby! You get me so excited just standing there. I
can feel my TIGHT, starving, pussy oozin' its love juice down my legs right
now. Oh baby! I need it so bad! I need to feel you in me, fuck'n me hard,
and makin' me cum when you do, wearin' a rubber. . . Yea! That's it baby,
rub me a little. See how much of a hot sexy slut I am in your big manly
hands. Don't I feel real good too? Oh YEA, you got it baby. The money that
is? . . . Oh Yea, you got lots of money to do Bambie real good with baby.
What? . . . You want to do it in that alley instead of a hotel room? . . .
You think it will be more exciting like that huh? . . . Well, yea, yea, of
course I'm really excited just thinkin' bout it too. But let's be real
quick and quiet, ok baby? . . . But of course I want to feel your BIG,
hungry cock inside of my hot, tight pussy in that damn shitty alley! That's
why I am so, umm, eager, to get it over wi..., I mean, get started sweetie.
And Bambie will do you real good too baby. Make you cum long and hard. Come
on baby, let's go. That's right sweetie you can squeeze my ass and tits on
the way. AHHH! Not so hard! I mean, don't use all your energy too soon
baby."
(10 minutes later Bambie scurries out of the alley, alone.)
HOLY FUCK! What a frick'n john. I'm glad that's over with. Let's see. . .
Great! I'm just one quick blowjob away from making my target. Damn! My tits
hurt. If I hadn't pulled his pants down as soon as we got into that filthy
alley he would have turned them all black and blue in no time. He sure had
a hard time keeping it up once I had that rubber on him though. Lucky my
Master was very persistent in my cock sucking training. Almost as insistent
as my Mistress was in turning me into a first class pussy licker. But damn,
I got so scared when I couldn't find a condom in my purse. But I did find
two left. Shit, two left from over twenty in one night. What kind of fuck'n
whore am I becoming? Oh God, I so want my old life back. Back when this
whole thing was nothing more than a fantasy in my head. SHIT! I'm starting
to cry and I don't have any tissues left. Com'on girl, pull yourself
together! That's it, be strong. This has got to be better than the
alternative, of being outed, right?
So, once that john was hard again he wanted to stick it in me right away
before he lost it. Hell, I was all for that. The faster he gets off, the
sooner I'm out'a that shit hole alley. So the S.O.B. grabs me by the
shoulders, spins me around, and bends me over a dirty, stickin', open
garbage can. I though I was gonna puke from the rancid smell. As soon as I
was bent over my short skirt automatically exposed my fuck hole. Then he
began fucking me. More like TRIED to fuck me, in the ass! That dumb fuck'n
shithead couldn't tell one hole from another. So I had to reach 'round
behind me and guide his cock into my already wet pussy.
Then he starts banging me, hard. I had to hold tightly onto that greasy rim
just to keep from falling in. And the noise! If his yelling and groaning
wasn't loud enough to wake the dead, then me and that bouncing and banging
garbage can could have done it. I kept looking around to see if anyone was
watching. Oh man, I was so scared! And embarrassed! Not to mention
humiliated to the very core of my soul. . . And horny as hell! Oh god, I
feel so ashamed of myself, getting off like that. But it was a long time
fantasy come true for me. A dirty, degrading, and wonderful fantasy that I
dreamed of experiencing for soooo long. Not to mention one that THEY had
conditioned me, like a dog, to sexually respond to over and over again,
once I told THEM about it.
But, it was all so surreal though. There I was, bent over some smelly,
greasy, garbage can, in some dark, dirty, alley, getting my pussy fucked by
some two-bit loser, and all of a sudden I feel myself spiraling into one
red-hot fuchin' orgasm. I tried to keep quiet, to keep the noise down, but
when you're having the best fucking orgasm you ever had in your whole
entire life, well, SHIT! I moaned and screamed like a banshee when I came.
Soon after that he thrust himself really hard and really deep inside of me
and then stopped. I heard him squeak like a mouse getting it's neck snapped
in a trap. Then I felt him release his hold on me and his limp dick
slithered out of me. He finally came too. But it was so pathetic.
Anyway, I quickly stood up, pulled my skirt down, turned to face the wimp,
and demanded my money. Would you believe that stupid john almost passed
out? There he was, sitting in the mud, wearing a pair of ugly boxers, with
this full oozing rubber barely hanging onto the head of his pitiful cock
and he was barely conscious. I told him I wanted my money, but all he did
was mumble something and tried, unsuccessfully, to get up. So I helped
myself to his wallet and got the hell out of there, fast!
HA HA HA! I took all of it! Yes siree, I took all the money he had! . . . I
took all his money? . . . I TOOK ALL HIS MONEY! My GOD! What have I done!
I'm not a thief! I'm not even a whore! I'm just a business woman, for
cripe sakes! But I took his money just like a common criminal! And I had
cheap alley sex for money! And I got off from the whole degrading revolting
act too! What am I doing? What am I becoming? This is going too far, WAY
too far! I have to get control of myself. I have to stop doing this, stop
being Bambie. Stop THEM! . . . But how?
"Oh hi baby. You want some OHH! . . . Ummm, yes, just a little. I thought
you were a john err I mean a guy that's all. . . Well, yes, I can make a
woman feel good too. But I gotta use some protection, you understand? You
know, like a dental dam, or a female rubber, no matter how much money I
am . . . You want me to read this?"
"The bearer of this card has been given a clean bill of health. Bambie B.
Dumm, the owned sex toy of The Mistress and The Master, will have
unprotected sex with the person producing this card. Signed, the owners of
the generic sex slave Bambie B. Dumm."
"Ummm, yes, I'm Dumm, I mean, I'm Bambie. And yes I'll do what is written
on the card, if you want. Is there anything special you had in mind? . . .
WHAT? . . . But I don't do overnighters and weekends. That's just not what
I do. . . Yes, I can read that document. It's a rental form of some kind.
But . . . Yes, but . . . Ok, so it's a legal document signed by my owners
offering to rent me as property to you for the entire weekend. But no court
would . . . All right, I understand. I really have no choice after all, now
do I?"
"Yes, my Mistress has trained me quite well in how to sexually satisfy
another woman. . . Umm, no, not really, before my Mistress I never really
had a lesbian affair. . . Have I had any experience with B & D? A little, I
was bound with some rope and gagged with a cloth between my teeth, but only
a couple of times with my Master not with my Mistress. But it was . . . No,
I never wore a leather discipline hood. . . Or a single glove. . . Or slept
through the entire night cocooned in multi-layers of rubber on the floor.
But excuse me lady, I don't think I am what you are . . . Oh, well, sure,
if you want me too, Mistress. But again, Mistress, I don't think . . . You
want me to do what or you will tell my owners how much of a disobedient
little fuck their street slut was to you? I see, well, if you put it that
way. Yes Mistress. . .
"Thank you Mistress. . . No Mistress, the slave collar isn't too tight.
It's a bit snug though, but not tight. . . Yes Mistress, your "rental unit"
will meet you in your hotel room in twenty minutes. . . Yes Mistress, your
slave understands you very well. . . No Mistress, your slave doesn't want
you to whip her ass either if she's late. . . Yes Mistress. . . Thank you
Mistress. . . Good-bye Mistress."
"FUCK! SHIT!! SON OF A BITCH!!" . . . What the hell is going on? Why are
they doing this to me? Here I thought they were only interested in tricking
me out like some late-night, part-time hooker. But now they're renting me
out as some kind of weekend submissive kinky sex slave. The weekend was
supposed to be for me, my sacred time to be myself. Now THEY are taking
control of that too. Forcing me to become some depraved, horny, rich-
bitch's bondage fetish rubber doll for the whole weekend. She even put this
FUCKING dog collar on me to start things off with.
Well, this whole situation has gone far enough. If I don't do something now
it will only get worst, much worst! I have to get out of here, get out of
town, the city, the state, hell, out of the country if need be. Maybe I can
go to the police? Oh god, that would be so humiliating. To tell them my
story. Shit, I don't think they would even believe me. My word as a slut
and whore over my Mistress and Master's? No, I can't do that. The news
media would pick it up and my career, my whole life even, would be
completely ruined. But I can't stay here and let them turn me into some
perverted sex object. I have to leave, right away, tonight!
There is a pay telephone half way down the block. I can call a cab with it.
Have the cabby drive me home, change my clothes, pack my bags and take the
next flight out of here. That's it! Those bastards aren't going to control
me any more. . . "AHHHH!" . . . "OUCH!"
"What the FUC AHHHHH!" That hurts! And it's coming from this damn collar
that fuck'n wacko bitch put on me. I've got to take it off before it kills
me. . . "SHIT!" It's locked on. I can't get it off. "OWWWWW!"
Oh no. . . "AHHHHHH" . . . Oh NO!
Those BASTARDS! They're doing this to me! If I walk away from where that
woman's hotel room is located I get zapped. If I walk in the direction of
her hotel I'm okay. They are controlling me by remote control, like some
kind of robot! I have to call for help.
"Hey Mister, PLEASE, can you hel OWWWW!!"
"Yes, you, can yo OOOOWWWWWWWW!!" Oh NO! They can hear me too. "Can't you,
You BASTARDS! OOOOWWWWWW!!!!"
"No, nothing. I though you were someone else. . . Well FUCK YOU TOO! OUCH!
I mean, I'm sorry!"
Oh god. . . I better start walking towards that hotel and keep my mouth
shut. Maybe I can write a note or something? No, they're probably watching
me too. Besides, who's going to believe a street slut anyway. Damn it! Damn
it! Damn it! Now what am I gonna do?
The End
