“That is what you had to do this time. Antenna-whipping your nipples. Next time, I will have you shove the walkie-talkie up your tight ass. I may need to lubricate your tight little hole and assist in getting the entire walkie-talkie up your ass. Do you know what then?”
Aspen felt like a slutty wreck. She was still on her back, recovering from her orgasm. She did not respond to Fang’s set-up question.
Fang provided the answer, “With the walkie-talkie up your ass, instead of you talking out of your ass, I will talk out of your ass.”
Aspen groaned from the foul humor and from remaining sensations sloshing around inside her.
That orgasm was a big one. Another big one….
Aspen really wished these big orgasms chose to manifest when she was with a nice guy. But no, just the opposite, they kept coming up – cumming up – when she was with this mean girl.
Six more months of this? Would that be Hell or Heaven?
“Now get back to proper doll position. That orgasm is free of punishment. You have most compassionate of all Mistresses. Put the vibrator back in your doll pussy. During orgasm it looked like you gave birth to it. Good thing no placenta.”
Aspen sat up, groaning. There it was, between her legs. The vibrator. She hadn’t even felt it come out. It was on the carpet shaking and moving a little from vibrations.
She protested, “I can’t. I’m too sensitive after I orgasm.”
Aspen had felt such urgency to tell Fang she couldn’t do it, that she had not used the walkie-talkie. But it was soon obvious that the camera had audio and Fang could hear her.
“Never underestimate your own slutty capabilities, American slut. I will not. No one important cares if you are “too sensitive.” Only you and you are not important. Like all not-rich people, you serve the rich and are only as good and as useful as they view you or make you. Put it back in now or I will bring the butt plug and both will vibrate inside you.”
Fucking fuck. Well, time to fuck herself again.
She slid the vibrator back in. She couldn’t help making a few sounds. Those vibrations!
Fang had further instructions, “Now stand up. Do you see the big doll, human size, looks like mannequin?”
Aspen did see it. The mannequin doll had gray skin, wore bright purple two-piece lingerie, and was in a sitting position on a chair.
“American slut, your pussy is tight but still needs help to keep the vibrator inside. We know why. So much slut juice leaking from you. Poor vibrator like canoe in whitewater rapids. Other doll will help. You like her strong legs? You will. Straddle one with your pussy on top of her thigh. This will keep the vibrator inside you.”
Aspen was in a simple obedient mode. Her time to resist was earlier and was over now. She was worn out, defeated, feeling incredibly submissive, and she was already aroused again from the effects of the vibrator.
She sighed a resigned sigh. So now she would hump a mannequin?
No, not hump. That would be slutty! All she had to do was press her vibrator-stuffed pussy against the mannequin’s leg. See, that wasn’t slutty at all.
Aspen straddled the mannequin doll. “Her” leg was hard and cool and strong, made out of some kind of thick plastic. The contact felt so good that she immediately, just instinctively, slid her pussy back and forth across the top of the mannequin’s thigh.
Fang’s voice angrily demanded, “No hump! Slutty American slut! No hump!”
Aspen reluctantly stopped humping. Even as she denied to herself that she had humped. That was sliding. A little harmless chaste pussy sliding. It was not humping! She was not a slut!
Fang’s voice was right back to amused arrogance, “I like my dolls to get along. Look at you two, getting along so well. You love her so much that you press your slut pussy on her leg.
“Before we get back to you being a doll, just to seal the deal to make sure you two get along all the time good time, give her big kiss. I want you to make out with her. Make it sloppy and keep doing it until I say stop. You may slide your pussy on her leg as you make out but only a little.
“I warn you, no humping and no cumming! Next time you cum, if it happens in doll room, you will have the butt plug vibrator up your slutty ass in less than one minute. So swears your Mistress Fang!”
Even though Aspen knew this whole deal, all of it, was bad news for her, it now felt like a bad news, good news, bad news situation.
Bad news, she had to make out with a mannequin. She didn’t even know her name! She wasn’t even a lesbian! Well, she wasn’t one before she arrived at the Chiu estate. Now she was in some king of gray area with her pussy pressing on a gray plastic mannequin leg. Because it was a female mannequin. Gee, if only it were a male mannequin. Then she could feel heterosexual while sliding her pussy on a mannequin leg.
The good news: Fang would allow her to rub her pussy on the leg as long as she was making out with the mannequin. Which actually motivated her a great deal to want to go ahead and make out with the smooth gray lady.
But then the other bad news. No cumming! No cumming!?! Then why would she hump at all? No, not hump, never hump, she was not a slut. She meant why would she slide her pussy on the female mannequin’s leg if she wasn’t allowed to cum? It would be like setting out on a trip with no destination, just lots and lots of driving. And humping. Er, sliding.
Logically, she should stop.
Logic was not persuasive to her pussy. She was already sliding it on the cool but warming up mannequin leg.
She leaned forward, face to face with the nearly featureless mannequin face. This was so embarrassing!
She heard Fang’s giggles over the walkie-talkie.
Fang had better appreciate Aspen’s above and beyond efforts for this! She better say nice things about Aspen to Caihong. Nice things? Could Fang say anything nice? She didn’t ever say anything nice to Aspen. Only mean stuff!
Aspen kissed the mannequin. A quick one.
“What, are you a fourth grader?”
“Well, I…. I just wanted to warm her up first. And you know, make sure she’s a consenting fully adult mannequin doll.”
Fang laughed and laughed. Aspen wondered what the fuck was so funny.
Then Fang managed, “No consent needed from her or from you. You both obey your Mistress Fang in all things and all ways now. And I think for all time.”
All time!?! Read the fucking six-month contract, rich bitch!
“Besides, she is already warmed up from your hot slut pussy humping her leg.”
Aspen guessed that was true enough. Except that she was not humping! Damn it! Didn’t Fang know chaste pussy sliding when she witnessed it on her damn camera view?
Aspen leaned in and started making out with the mannequin’s hard, slightly parted lips.
So twisted!
“I want to see slobber!” demanded Fang.
Aspen tried to slobber and “succeeded” after a few moments. Soon saliva ran down the mannequin’s chin.
That wasn’t all that was running on the mannequin. Aspen felt her pussy leaking all over. She felt wetness on her inner thighs as they rubbed along the inside and outside of the mannequin’s right thigh.
So sick!
She was skimming along in her own juices. She was making out with a mannequin. Not even a male mannequin! Hey, if Fang had to make her make out with a mannequin Aspen thought Fang should at least have the decency to make her make out with a male mannequin.
But it was working. She couldn’t argue it wasn’t. Fang’s giggles sounded breathless. She sounded amused and thrilled at what she’d wrought with Aspen and she also sounded turned on.
It was working for Aspen also. Or against her. Same thing. She was hot for it. She wanted to keep rubbing her pussy on the mannequin’s thigh. She did not want to stop. She wanted to cum.
Too bad she couldn’t cum.
But she had to cum. She was coming closer and closer to her cum.
She could cum. It was just that she couldn’t stand the consequences.
But she was sitting anyway. Sitting and humping. She knew she was humping. Now she was. Not before!
She knew she was humping too vigorously. She was also making out with the mannequin too vigorously. It wasn’t what she should do but it was what she wanted to do.
Maybe she could cum and Fang would forget about the butt plug?
Not likely. She had to stop herself from cumming!
Fang indeed had not forgotten, “Hump harder, American Slut. Slobber kiss harder. It will not be long now. I look forward to sticking the other toy up your tight ass.”
No no no no…!
She really had to stop humping away like this!
…
It wasn’t too late!
…
It was almost too late…!
…
She had to… she had to… had to stop…!
…
Fuck! No!
Aspen orgasmed, thrashing her body on the hard plastic of the mannequin, slapping her pussy emphatically and repeatedly on its now hot thigh.
True to her word, Fang was in the doll room in less than half a minute after Aspen orgasmed. Aspen wasn’t sure where Fang watched the camera view from but it must have been nearby.
Fang announced, “First, it will start with no vibration. Your Mistress Fang will get it inside you no muss and no fuss. Remain on mannequin doll leg so as to keep other vibrator in your slut pussy.”
Oh no! Fang was really going to do it! Do it to Aspen! To her ass!
Aspen was too helpless from her orgasm to resist. She was too helpless because of the damn contract also. Maybe most of all, she was too helplessly webbed in submissiveness.
She felt it! Something smooth and cool against her anus!
She knew what it was. She did not look around. She did not want to see it.
She was bent forward, collapsed and curved up against the sitting mannequin. The position pushed her ass out and her legs straddling the mannequin’s thigh made her ass crack fully accessible to Fang who knew just how to exploit such access.
Fang pressed and Aspen felt the pressure. Her tight little butthole resisted. For an entire fraction of a second. But Aspen’s position was too indefensible and the butt plug’s rounded point of a head was too smooth. Fang kept pushing and the butt plug kept progressing.
The feeling of penetration and the feeling of the widening butt plug, getting wider as it entered her, spreading out her sphincter, competed for Aspen’s wide-eyed looking-straight-forward attention.
It was happening! Fang was fucking the butt plug into her ass! Her poor virginal ass! Aspen just couldn’t get over it and yet it was getting into her.
It felt like her sphincter spread wider than was possible and then a moment later, as the butt plug went a little further in, her sphincter snapped closed around the narrow metal neck between the main part of the butt plug and the base.
Fang yelled triumphantly, “It is in! I have buttfucked the American slut!”
Aspen frowned hard from the sensation, from the feeling of violation, and because of Fang’s claim. Aspen disagreed with it. Fang had not buttfucked her! Aspen did not want Fang to have that claim to fame. All Fang had done was anally penetrate her. Aspen decided that did not count as buttfucking.
But then Fang jiggled the butt plug, pulling on it until Aspen’s sphincter popped open and then Fang shoved it back in. The motion was only an inch either way but it was basically thrusting.
Aspen groaned. That did it. She figured now it counted. Fang was buttfucking her!
“Hold still like that. No, wait, do some more leg humping.”
More….
It didn’t seem like a bad idea. Aspen humped the mannequin leg. It was soaked with her lubrication. She skimmed up and down the hard plastic thigh. She hated that it felt so great. Even the butt plug in her ass did not feel that bad. There had been discomfort and pain before but once she started humping the pain disappeared. The discomfort was still there but it turned into something masochistic, like it was good discomfort.
She heard Fang behind her, about five feet away, “Yes, American slut is all sweaty and shiny and so sexy. Yes, this angle shows the butt plug to great advantage. It shows how well I take advantage of her.”
What was Fang talking about? Aspen understood the words but Fang almost sounded like… a photographer talking about the way a picture was posed!?!
Aspen looked over her shoulder. Oh no! Damn it!
Even though Aspen knew Fang was likely recording on the camera view, that apparently wasn’t good enough for her. Now she was taking up close photos or possibly video with a little handheld device.
Aspen knew she was so compromised!
Aspen turned her face back around. She wished she didn’t know what she knew because it didn’t affect what she would do, which was apparently any damn thing Fang wanted her to do. Knowing Fang was taking pictures or video only made it more intense. More permanent.
Whatever you did only lasted as long as you did it. And maybe in the minds and memories of those who saw you do it. But photos and/or video lasted a whole lot longer.
Fang had the audacity to tell her, “Hump mannequin leg more. No stopping! Work it, American slut! Show it off to my camera!”
Fang wasn’t even trying to hide what she was doing! Or maybe she simply knew it was too late for Aspen to do anything about it.
Aspen couldn’t stand her! So again, good thing she was straddling this mannequin leg….
Fuck it. Fuck the leg. Aspen humped the leg more firmly. She did “work it.” She felt the vibrator in her pussy vibrating powerfully and she felt the butt plug up her ass stuffing her and making her feel a strange sexy discomfort. She felt the lust. It was flaming up now like a gas stove on high.
Oh no. Did Fang taking photos of her, keeping evidence of her sluttiness, possessing compromising material she could use to yet further exert her will on Aspen turn her on? Oh no. It did.
Aspen worried she was hopeless.
But she wasn’t humpless. She humped leg energetically. She felt incredibly sexy. Like she was a thing made for sex and nothing else. A sexual object. An obedient sex doll who humped on command. She bet a lot of people would pay a lot of money for a doll model like her. The Chius had or they would pay a lot. If Aspen succeeded and made it thru six months.
Just when Aspen was really getting into it and starting to eagerly dread yet another orgasm, her head was jerked back. Fang had a grip in her hair. Fang dragged her off the mannequin leg and pushed her onto the floor between the mannequin’s now lasciviously spread legs.
“New position, American slut doll. But first, make sure to clean mess you made on mannequin doll’s leg. I know you are hungry. Lick it up.”
Aspen realized Fang was talking about the mannequin’s slick thigh. There were drips of pussy juice dangling from the underside. She’d soaked that plastic thigh!
Aspen was both repelled and turned on by Fang’s demand. She tried to walk the middle line. She tried to sell herself on how it did not matter. Fang had sat on her face last night and this morning. Her mouth was no stranger to pussy juice.
And she was hungry! Super hungry!
But she knew she also had a different kind of hunger, an unnatural one. A hunger Fang made her feel. A hunger for new dark things. A hunger for humiliation.
She knew Fang wanted her to do this in order to humiliate her. And it worked. Just being told to do it was humiliating, let alone if she did it.
She knew Fang was turned on by humiliating her.
Worse, she knew she was turned on by Fang humiliating her. And she was turned on by Fang getting turned on. And she wanted to turn on Fang. She should not want that at all. But suddenly she wanted it a lot.
Aspen licked the mannequin thigh and tasted herself. The taste of submission. She kept licking. It tasted good. Not the actual taste. The feeling of the taste.
Fang bossed her around, telling her where to lick, and sometimes pushed at the back of her head. It was totally unnecessary as Aspen did as Fang had ordered. But it was needed. It added to the humiliation. That was no doubt why Fang did it.
One time, as Aspen licked, Fang pushed the back of Aspen’s head so hard while demanding, “Lick drops from under her thigh!” that Aspen’s nose quashed on the mannequin thigh. Aspen’s nose ached for minutes after that, a strange twin to the achy feeling the butt plug caused her.
Once Aspen had licked all over the mannequin thigh, around and around like she was trying to lick all the butter off a buttered corn on the cob that was somehow smooth and gray, Fang had a new idea.
“Your Mistress Fang wants to make sure you two get along great. Nothing better for getting along than one doll licking other doll’s pussy. She can’t lick, so you must do it. Now, American slut! Lick mannequin pussy!”
The mannequin wore a two-piece bright purple set of lingerie with a scandalously short skirt bottom, a loose floppy one. One that allowed access to the mannequin’s… smooth crotch.
Aspen tried to mentally/emotionally shrug but could not pull it off. The task was too humiliating to minimize.
Aspen pushed the skirt up and licked at the smooth featureless juncture of the mannequin’s legs.
Fang laughed and laughed.
The vibrator vibrated and the butt plug plugged.
The newly made American slut, made in America but made by a Chinese wealth princess, got more and more turned on.
