The Next Big Thing

"It really was careless of me to lead you into the presence of greatness so carelessly. Please forgive me." Larry's words dripped like soft honey to the small half breed girl whose soft, slender body was going mad with lust. He rubbed his temple in a false gesture of concentration before snapping his fingers. "I know! In situations like this the best thing to do is normalize you. After all Kristin, you'll be around famous celebrities like Deborah and Lauren Tulsa all the time. You need to get used to it. What better way could there be to acclimate than to have them satisfy those urges my carelessness inflicted on you. Finish your tea first though", he instructed. "After which why don't you unwind Kristin."

Larry reached out and took my delicate soft hand in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her sister's back. He pulled me close, noticing how my small breasts felt against him as they seemed to bulge out of my red top. He grabbed the bottom of my cami and pulled it over my sensitive little breasts, forcefully raising my arms with one hand until the garment was free from my body. I had no reservations about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with unattractive men was a part of the game. It's just fucking, so what? Besides, I was so incredibly horny that I could barely think. I didn't care who was playing with me as long as my body got the attention it was so desperately crying out for.

He pulled my skirt up over my hips, exposing my tight little bald pussy and bent me over Lauren's back. My small breasts and rigid pink nipples pressed into Lauren's perfect soft pale white flesh. I wasn't sure if the goose bumps that were forming on my smooth tanned skin were from the cool air brushing against my uncovered little body or the excitement of the fact that I was literally on top of Lauren Tulsa, pressed to her flesh and feeling the warmth of her body against my own. Her frame shook slightly as she continued to sob quietly, but I didn't even think about the fact that she was crying. My own desperate state of arousal blocked off any thoughts that didn't emanate from between my slender legs.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Deborah Tulsa adjusted the fastenings of a bright pink silicone strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my skin, his tongue flickering against my lobe. "Think of this as a performance Kristin... in fact, everything you do from now on is a performance. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the bathroom, when you masturbate, a successful star always thinks about her life as a performance. Understand sweetheart?" I nodded while Deborah lined up the intruder with my wet little hole and Mr. Perlman gave my exposed ass cheeks a hard slap, causing my tender flesh to glow a bright red shade as his words ran through my head on a loop.

*Everything I do is a performance. When I shower, pee and eat, when I masturbate, when I'm being fucked; I must make everything about performance and show myself off. Everything I do must be pleasing to my audience.*

Knowing that in this moment that I was about to have sex with the amazing Tulsa twins, my performance was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my back and spread my legs even further, pointing my vulnerable little puckered anus upwards and exposing the smooth hairless pussy between my firm thighs. My soft fleshy pink folds were glistening with the slick pussy juices that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my tight little sex hole and into a small puddle at the small of Lauren's back. I was a performer and if Deborah Tulsa was going to fuck me then I had to make sure that my part of it was worthy of such a venerable partner. I was no lesbian, but this wasn't about sexuality. This was about performance and putting on a pleasing show; my personal sexual preferences didn't matter. I would be anything and do anything required if it meant putting forth the best presentation possible.

I felt the head of Deborah's bright pink strap on cock rubbing up and down the length of my wet little cunt. She pressed it against my soft tissue, exerting slight pressure on my throbbing swollen clitoris that happily pushed out from its hood before moving down to the labias that guarded the entrance to my slippery tunnel. She slowly pushed the head of her rubber cock into my pussy, backing off and pushing in a little deeper with each stroke until she was deep inside me, the full length of the neon pink intruder filling me completely as my vaginal muscles gripped it tightly, milking it with each stroke. Her hips slapped against my firm ass as she pushed inside me in long rhythmic strokes with a consistent tempo that could have easily matched the beat of one of her hit songs. She was adept at turning me into her little bitch in heat.

Her fingertips danced against my skin just above my ass and as she drove deep inside my lithe body, she bent over me, her large breasts pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren's. I was the filling in a Tulsa sisters sandwich and it was the incredible feeling of my life. I felt Deborah's hot breath on my earlobe, her wet tongue stroking against it before snaking inside my ear and flickering around. She moved down to my neck, brushing my long black hair to the side and licking the back of my neck with long strokes that left a layer of her shining saliva dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my pale blue eyes, unable to focus on anything else that was going on in the room except my own performance as my breathing was becoming heavier and my skin tingled. My hands instinctively wrapped around Lauren's warm body until they found her breasts which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each powerful thrust of Deborah's strap on cock into my tight little cunt. I grabbed her heavy udders and held on to them as if they were handles, my fingers finding their way to her abused nipples and grabbing hold of them. As Deborah's soft saliva coated tongue found its way back into my ear, my muscles tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren's thick pink nipples, tugging and twisting them as the first of many orgasms gripped my exposed willowy body. I was a star. Everyone was going to want to see me and I had just taken the first steps toward proving that.

Chapter 4: The Contract

Larry Perlman sat on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying the show that his girls were putting on for him. "Kristin is certainly enjoying herself", he thought to himself as his eyes focused on the pink invader sliding easily in and out of her body. "She was born for this and is clearly a complete and total slut in every sense of the word."

Sweat dripped from my forehead as my soft pink tongue lolled out of my mouth like a dog panting. I was a performer, the centerpiece of this display and I knew it. I only hoped Mr. Perlman could see that as well. Questions about whether he would only see me as some kind of fuck doll made their way into my addled brain, but left just as quickly as my state of arousal controlled my being. I looked into his eyes as he watched every whimper, sway and movement of my little body.

"Deborah, stop. Kristin come here." he commanded. When Mr. Perlman gave Deborah Tulsa the order to stop fucking me, I couldn't help but to notice how she obeyed the order instantaneously. No hesitation, not even a couple extra thrusts. Her obedience was complete and immediate. As her strap on slid out of my dripping wet pussy it dragged copious amounts of slippery self made lube out accompanied by the sloshing sounds of my slick honey moving about on the sensitive pink flesh that was currently the center of my universe. Such noises would have embarrassed me under normal circumstances but of course the position I found myself in was far from normal. In fact, in my deteriorated state I thought such carnal melodies must be a good thing as surely they enhanced the performance that my lithe little body was giving.

*Please don't stop, please keep going, and please let me cum. I want to cum, please make me cum.*

The words dribbled out of my mouth in moans along with drips of saliva. I didn't want her stiff rubber cock to leave my body and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah's skilled hips and hands working my petite body coupled with the fact that it was Deborah fucking Tulsa who was doing it, I was almost ready to cum. I was overwhelmed with desire, my brain felt foggy and the only thing I could focus on was the orgasm that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

Following Deborah's example, when Mr. Perlman ordered me to go to him, I stood up as soon as the hot pink dildo cleared the moist hole between my slender legs and walked in his direction. I didn't even bother to pull my black latex skirt down, instead I was quite aware of the fact my hairless slit that glistened with my juices was well on display as were my perky little tits with rigid pink nipples standing at attention. I tried to walk sexy like I had seen the runway models do at the Fashion Week. Swaying my hips, back arched, tits out. He stood and his frame towered over my diminutive body and in that moment I felt an overwhelming desire to kneel at his feet, bow my head and lick his shoes. He looked so incredibly superior and there could be no question that I on the other hand was most definitely inferior.

He offered me a blue pill. I had no idea what it was but in my confused state and I didn't care either. Logic and reason which had never been my strong suit, had abandoned me and I was in no condition to ask questions or put up a fight. On the contrary, I had an irresistible urge to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My soft pink tongue slithered out of my moist mouth and I held it out for him as he gently placed the pill and gave me the command to swallow along with some water. I noticed his exposed cock pulsing and twitching, I couldn't take my pale blue eyes off of it. It was mesmerizing and I was suddenly filled with urges to do everything I could imagine with it and a few things I couldn't. Mr. Perlman must have picked up on my innermost thoughts because he responded with a finger on my plump red lips. I stood hypnotized by his cock. I saw him staring at my slender throat, his hands twitching and I noticed his cock begin to pulse. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the spellbinding sight. I was drawn to it like a magnet. The size difference between the two of us was so vast that it spoke volumes. I was small, weak and fragile; he was big, strong and powerful. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of power and submission; of cock and cunt.

Without warning I felt his strong hands lifting my little body up as if I weighed nothing at all. He held me such that his mouth was nestled against the delicate folds of my pussy and I felt his breath on my sensitive pink flesh. I instinctively wrapped my firm legs around his head and as I felt his tongue touch the swollen tissue of my clitoris sending waves of pleasure to instantly rip through my petite body. I arched my back, pointing my little breasts skyward and gripped him harder with my legs as my silky black hair danced behind my head. His words only increased the sensations and pleasure I was feeling and ran through my head long after he had finished speaking them.

*I'm going to be a star. I'm a great performer. I have a beautiful body and delicious pussy juices.*

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to feel his cock filling my tight little love hole and my pussy was juicing in anticipation of being filled and used, but I found myself shocked when the tip of his hard cock began to poke at my anus. Some part of me knew that I should resist. I didn't want that monster going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to fight it. Instead I spread my toned legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the thick intruder painfully stretched my puckered little hole while it slowly entered me, filling me with an extreme sense of discomfort and pressure. Yet after he had slid all the way in and nearly all the way back out again a couple of times, the ever present pain in the rear canal between my firm ass cheeks began to give way to something else. I started to feel tingles inside me, almost like the ones I felt when my pussy was filled that occurred as an orgasm was slowly building. This was the same feeling but from the sensations were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my toned little body had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his cock I found myself subconsciously moving on the stiff flesh that filled me, finding new angles and positions to enhance the pleasure I was feeling. My breathing was heavy and a shiny sheen of sweat was forming on my sun kissed skin. I was a good performer and I was determined to show Mr. Perlman just how good I could be. The pain and pleasure, submissive feelings and dominance of Mr. Perlman all mixed together. I was having visions of leashes and restraints, submission and a variety of sex acts as my small body bobbed up and down like a sex doll. I thought about what it might be like to have rings piercing my flesh and a locked collar on my neck. I was taking my rightful place in the world and at the moment, my rightful place was on his lap with his cock buried deep inside my tight little ass.

"Oh Kristin, you certainly are a wonderful performer and you have such a beautiful body", he whispered in my ear as his tongue playfully licked at my earlobe. "God, she's beautiful", Larry thought as he reveled in the sight of me bouncing on his manhood. "She's absolutely stunning, desirable and fuckable. When she goes on stage, her half chink ass shaking for the entirety of the crowd, she'll be luring the next generation of cunts to join in her depravity. In interviews she'll spread her cheeks and pussy lips, showing the world how a good little whore should be displayed. She will be a perfect living, breathing piece of propaganda."

I was on the edge of the orgasm that I had craved for so long and by the twitching of Mr. Perlman's cock as it drove deep inside my lithe frame, I could tell that he was close as well. "That's it, Kristin, back straight, chest popped, and your hips in a smooth arc. Imagine there's a crowd Kristin, an adoring crowd of fans, cameras and lights. Everything, all of it focused on you", he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my little breasts and pinched the hard nipples that jutted out from them. On some level I knew that I had become nothing more than a cock hungry slut, drifting further and further away from the person I had once been.

Larry reached into a drawer in the side table next to him as the slaps of my skin against his own mixed with the moans that escaped from my pouty pink lips. After rummaging around for a few brief seconds, he pulled out a pretty pink collar with the word "Star" emblazed on it with genuine diamonds. He handed the accessory to Deborah who was kneeling quietly at his feet, watching my performance with admiration.

"Kristin, look at this", he said pulling out the contract he kept in the same table drawer. It was the contract that he had made for this day. The one he planned to use to sign away my very life. I stared at the paper as I bounced up and down on the cock that impaled me, my fingers wildly circling my engorged clit, trying desperately to reach orgasm. The words blurred as I tried to focus on the conditions:

1. The client hereby signs away her freedom to Empire Records for the period of the contract.

2. The client hereby understands that every bodily fluid, including her tears, saliva, pee, girl cum and should client lactate, milk, are the property of Empire Records and can be sold or used at the discretion of said license holders.

3. The client hereby surrenders all control of her body, time, and decision making to Empire Records and its representatives.

4. Empire Records reserves the right to make any changes to the client's body or mind.

5. And of course the all-important clause:

6. The producer in charge of the client is seen as a living embodiment of Empire Records and must be obeyed at all times.

"If you sign this, it will make you famous", he whispered in my delicate ear. I couldn't think straight and my brain was foggy. I didn't know if it was the pill, something else or maybe it didn't matter. I never wanted this feeling to stop and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would look out for my best interests and would never let anything bad happen to me. Would he? I grabbed the pen and scrawled my name at the bottom with haste. Deborah wasted no time in wrapping the collar around my neck and securing it in place with a small heart shaped lock.

I didn't realize it at the time, but this was the moment in which I was no longer a person. I wasn't even a cunt at this point. No, I was just a possession of a corporation. My fate was to be fully exploited and used until there was nothing left. None of that mattered in this moment though. I was too busy milking Mr. Perlman's cock with my shapely ass until he couldn't hold back any longer. He lifted my hips and sprayed his gooey white cum inside my puckered little anus just before the last of orgasmic waves flowed through my supple body.

"Let me help you down there sweetie." he said to me as Deborah helped hoist me off his lap and onto the ground where my weak legs failed to support my frame, forcing me to slink down to my knees. My face was wide in an exhausted smile of satisfaction as his milky cum leaked from my asshole in a soft drizzle.

Deborah stepped beside me brandishing a piercing gun. "Well, you already are wearing my old collar, only fair that you get our old jewelry too", she said with a smile at me, her newly minted protégé, as she pierced my hard pink nipples and then fixed them with the pink and blue flower nipple piercings that were the signature symbol of the Tulsa twins.

Unbeknownst to me at the time of course, there was something extra in the gun, a formula that I was injected with that would cause my tits grow to enormous size over the next few months. I had signed the contract. They had modified my body and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5: Full Circle

The large heavy silver bells that dangled from the thick rings in my stretched pink nipples rang out in a harmonious symphony with each movement my little half breed body made as I crawled on hands and knees on the stage. My oversized udders jiggled underneath me, swaying back and forth on my tiny frame and although the heaviness of my milk filled udders took some getting used to, they were a part of my body now and my fans loved them. I felt the tug of my leash guiding me forward at an even pace, but the delicate silver chain leash wasn't attached to the pretty pink collar that had been locked around my slender neck for so many years since when Mr. Perlman made me his property in the presence of the Tulsa Twins. Instead it was attached to a ring on the giant metal invader that was locked into my anus. My rectum gripped the huge plug, pulsing and squeezing against it, a constant reminder of how filled I was kept. Everyday my Master, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a lucky little bitch in heat I was and it was true. I was very lucky to have him as a Master and I worshipped him completely.

I could hear the crowd cheering and clapping for me and the familiar tingles filled my tummy and I knew my cunt was juicing in overdrive. Of course one of the changes Master made to my body to make me a better performer was to increase the amount of juices my pussy produced. Normally they would just drip down my smooth tanned thighs and puddle wherever I happened to stop, but sometimes Master would use a special pump on my pussy to extract the juices to be bottled and sold to my fans. It turned out that the juices that my little cunt produced were particularly delicious and quite valuable. Of course Master made sure that my heavy milk filled udders were emptied twice a day, the white gold sold off as well to the adoring public. Even now as I crawled like the animal I had become, little white droplets formed on the tips of my highly sensitive nipples and dripped on to the ground leaving a trail of my milky fluid on the surface of the stage.