02-06-2025, 05:13 PM
Dr Emily Koumides had not been seen since she left college to visit a students apartment the night before. Now as Marcus the Repatriation Company investment manager opens the tailgate of his SUV no one recognises the collared slut who crawls out as the college lecturer. Stripped of her clothes and wearing a brown leather dog collar the woman has been stripped of everything she was and has been legally given a new identity of Bitch Emily.
Bitch Emily had never been happier, not just because the plug in her ass was releasing a constant dose of the drug Bliss into her, but also because the micro chip implanted behind her ear was telling her she was a "Good girl." She obediently crawled behind Marcus as he led her back to the apartment.
As they waited for the elevator she knelt at his feet, the elevator doors opened and a young couple walked out. The guy paid no attention to Marcus or Bitch Emily, but the girl who followed behind stopped. She herself wore a metal collar around her neck, and in keeping with the Rules for Sluts she wore a simple wrap dress which was fastened to leave her tits exposed.
"How cute," she said as she patted Emily's head, "What's her name?"
"Bitch Emily," replied Marcus, "She's new, I just got her chipped at the vets."
The guy turned and clapped his hands "Come on slut." he said.
"Sorry got to go," giggled the girl and then she knelt down, "oh look she's got stitches behind her ear."
Then she whispered to Emily, "Remember your real name, no matter how much they fuck with you."
As she stood back up she spoke again more loudly this time, "Perhaps she can lick my pussy later."
Marcus turned and watched the girl scamper off after her man wondering what all that was about, and then he ushered Bitch Emily into the elevator with a gentle prod from his shoe.
In the elevator Emily tried to think about what the girl had said, "Remember your real name." but every time she thought of her old surname the feedback chip told her she was a "Bad girl."
Dr Emily Koumides "Bad girl."
Dr Koumides "Bad girl."
Dr Emily "Bad girl."
Emily "Bad girl."
Bitch Emily "Good girl."
Bitch Emily liked being a good girl, so when Marcus undid his pants and took out his cock she instantly put it in her mouth. Every time she bobbed her head down on it she was rewarded with the words "Good girl." inside her head.
It was only when he pushed a little deeper into her throat and she started to gag that she heard "Bad girl." she tried to pull back a little but Marcus with his huge hand pushed her head back.
Bob, suck, "Good Girl", Bob, suck, "Good Girl", Bob, suck, "Good Girl", gag, "Bad Girl."
They soon arrived at their floor and Marcus put his cock away. Bitch Emily couldn't believe it, she wanted his cum in her mouth, she wanted it so much, like more than anything else. She had never felt like this before.
She dared to speak, "Can I have your cum?" looking up at him begging "Please?"
Marcus chuckled to himself, he knew the side effect of the drug 'Bliss' was that women's metabolism altered so that they craved cum, and now he was teaching Bitch Emily a valuable lesson, that cum has to be earned.
Perhaps the old Dr Koumides would have understood the science behind this, how the drug inhibited natural hormone production creating a deficiency in the female metabolism that can only be supplemented by consumption of cum. But Bitch Emily just knew she needed to taste his cum.
At the apartment door he pressed the buzzer and Slut Suzy opened the door. Bitch Emily on all fours could just see her spike heeled ankle boots.
"Well here you both are, what took you so long?" she asked, "You get her fixed now?"
"Oh this one will be no trouble for you now." answered Marcus as he walked through the door, with Bitch Emily obediently following.
"What do you mean no trouble for me?" Slut Suzy was puzzled by this phrase. Her nipple chain dangles once again jiggling as her tits rose with her breathing.
"I mean," said Marcus "that I want her to stay here with you so that you can get her up to speed."
"OK." said Suzy, she had taken in new girls several times before and helped groom them into something a little more useful for their new owners.
"You know the deal, I'll need extra rations, if I'm splitting my Bliss with another bitch." Suzy was always looking for an opportunity to get a little extra dosage from Marcus, especially now that her own high earning days were behind her as she approached 40.
Marcus reached out and grabbed a pierced nipple with each hand and tugged hard, "You'll do as your told and I'll decide if you deserve extra," he hissed "or I'll have you plugged and chipped like this dumb bitch too."
Slut Suzy nodded meekly, after being put firmly back in her place.
Lucy sat and watched all of this unfold from the sofa, she was used to her Mom getting too cocky with Marcus and knew how it always ended. But what really had got her attention was the fact that her college lecturer had now been plugged and chipped.
"You got her plugged and chipped?" She squealed in delight, "Really? Let me see!"
Marcus spun Bitch Emily around showing off the jewelled butt plug and then the stitches behind her ear where the control chip had been implanted.
"IQ of a 7 year old says the Vet, 12 hours a day she gets drugs in her ass keeping her nice and obedient." he stated matter of factly.
"And the other 12 hours?" asked Lucy.
"The others 12 hours we take the plug out and she will do anything to get us to put back in again."
"What about the chip?" asked Slut Suzy bending down and taking a closer look behind Bitch Emily's ear, seeing 3 neat stitches.
"Well at the minute I've got it set to feedback and reinforcement," explained Marcus taking his phone out and opening up the control app. "But I can also alter her mood, make her horny, punish her with a headache, make her orgasm, make her never orgasm, endless possibilities."
Lucy sat up even further, "That's so cool wait till I tell the other girls at college what you did to Dr Koumides."
Bitch Emily looked at her, Dr Koumides, yes that's who she was. As soon as she had this thought, "Bad Girl." said her feedback chip, and this time it gave her a sharp little headache too lasting for a second.
Marcus sat down, Slut Suzy sat next to him, her legs dbangd over his, "Now lets see what assets she's got, did she bring a bag with her last night?"
Lucy pulled a small bag from the pile of clothes that Bitch Emily had arrived in the day before and handed it to him. Marcus opened it up, and tipped it out on to the table.
Bitch Emily watched, her head fuzzy from the headache and still tripping in the drugs she was imbibing, hardly even aware that this was her property the three others were now raking through.
Marcus, took the car keys.
"You drive here bitch?" he asked.
"Erm, yes, I guess so." answered Emily, "Good girl." said the chip in her head.
"Mercedes?" he said looking at the key fob "What colour?"
"White."
He picked up a single door key.
"This your apartment?"
Emily nodded "Good girl."
He picked up her driving license, and looked at her address, then pocketed this with both sets of keys. He picked out a small roll of bills, counted $100 dollars and pocketed that too. All that was left was a bank card and some loose change. He handed the card to Lucy.
"Okay Lucy, why don't you take the new bitch shopping, get her some better clothes, and maybe get her some jewellery done."
"Really?" Lucy replied her eyes lighting up again, "That'll be so much fun."
She looked at Bitch Emily kneeling patiently watching her possessions being divided up.
"But I cant take her round the mall with her crawling on all fours like a dog."
"Hmm," agreed Marcus "maybe not. Let me dial up her IQ a little bit".
He took out his phone again and accessed the app controlling Bitch Emily's implant.
He dialled up her IQ to a teenager.
"There you go," he said with a smile "It'll be like taking your little sister shopping now."
Bitch Emily felt a change, her brain felt a little less fuzzy, she could concentrate for more than a few seconds, someone had said shopping, she loved shopping. "Good girl." came the affirmation from her chip. She giggled a little, and wide dumb grin appeared on her face.
"Me and your Mom will drop you off at the mall on the way, while we drive back to her apartment to see if there's anything worth our while there."
Marcus was racing away with his thoughts now, the apartment was in a nice part of town, and probably worth quite a bit, he could see a tidy profit already from Bitch Emily. Although he knew he'd have to tell his boss and the local Repatriation Company gang might want to use the apartment themselves rather than sell it off.
"Right, the pair of you get dressed, you've got 5 minutes." he said looking at Lucy and Bitch Emily.
Lucy sprung up from the sofa, "Come on Emily, you heard him, we need to get dressed for the mall." Then she led Emily into her bedroom.
Slut Suzy watched them leave the room and then she saw her opportunity to earn the $100 dollars off Marcus, she undid his pants, took out his big black cock and began to suck him deep and hard.
Marcus thought how much better this was to the faltering, gagging blow job from Bitch Emily earlier, he liked Slut Suzy, even though she was getting close to retirement (The Repatriation Company usually retired women at 40 from active service), she had over the years learnt how to blow him just how he liked it.
He was hoping her daughter Lucy would be just as good when she turned 19 and became eligible for ownership. Hell the three of them together would be great he thought, Slut Suzy, Bitch Emily, and Lucy, all sucking his cock, desperate for his drugs, and his cum.
It was with this thought that he emptied his balls down Slut Suzy's throat. Her need for cum had been fulfilled, even though she hated the way her life had turned out after the collapse of her husbands business, the one positive for Slut Suzy was that black cum tasted so much better than that of her pathetic loser husband's.
Marcus showed his appreciation for another great blow job by handing her the hundred dollars. He knew her too well.
Lucy and Bitch Emily walked back into the living room, now dressed for an afternoon shopping, in near identical clothing. Pastel pink mesh crop tops, with bubblegum pink vinyl mini skirts, white knee socks, finished with wedge heeled sandals.
Marcus admired them both, the clothes looked entirely appropriate on the 18 year old Lucy, but on the 25 year old Bitch Emily, they were clearly a little too young for her. He noticed the underwear through the mesh crop tops, both were wearing pink push up bras.
"You found her some clothes in your wardrobe then. You look great together, but you know she's an owned slut now, so her underwear has to go, slut rules remember!"
It had been an easy mistake for Lucy to make, as a free young adult she was allowed to wear what she liked, so had dressed Bitch Emily the same. But as an owned Slut, Repatriation Company rules applied. These stated that an owned Slut had to either wear no underwear, or just wear her underwear to go out. Either or, but not both.
Had Emily done something wrong, her control chip kicked in telling her she was a "Bad Girl." over and over, and she felt another sharp little headache growing stronger, this paralysed her in fear, and the dumb drugged smile she had started to fade.
Lucy and Slut Suzy took it upon themselves to remove her crop top undo her bra and pull down her knickers. Slut Suzy handed the items to Marcus, he discarded the bra, after taking a quick look at the size, as it was after all one of Lucy's bras, and the balled up the knickers.
Lucy noticed him look at the size label, and still wanting to make a good impression on him, she blurted out.
"It's one of my old bras, I'm a C cup now."
Marcus took no notice, he reached out and pinched Bitch Emily's nose, she instantly gasped for breath and he pushed the knickers in her mouth.
"No underwear Bitch." he stated.
Bitch Emily nodded, "Good girl." ran through her head, the headache faded, and the dumb bimbo smile returned to her face, perhaps a little awkwardly now her mouth was filled with pink lace.
They gathered their things and then the three of them left the apartment, in the elevator Bitch Emily got to see her reflection in the mirrored wall.
Her hair and been put into 2 pigtails, her face made up in bright teenage make up, and her permanently erect nipples were poking through the mesh of the crop top, while the skirt being a little too small for her, didn't sit on her hips like it did with Lucy, instead it was higher up her waist, meaning the hem barely covered her ass cheeks.
Marcus put a hand on her ass and quickly found her plug, which he gently rubbed, sending waves of pleasure through her.
Slut Suzy saw the attention Marcus was giving Bitch Emily and started to kiss him.
Lucy wasn't impressed by any of this.
"Honestly, it's like thirty seconds to the ground floor can't you control yourselves?"
By the time Marcus had walked his little group to the parking lot his cock was throbbing.
He took out the keys to Bitch Emily's Mercedes, and then pulled the knickers from her drooling mouth.
He was going to ask which one was her car, but by chance his own SUV looked like it was parked next to the only Mercedes in the lot. He pressed the key fob, and with a blip the lights flashed to confirm this.
So another question popped into his head,
"Nice car, you ever been fucked on the back seat?"
"No don't be silly," giggled Bitch Emily.
Marcus pulled her skirt up even further exposing her fully.
"Get in the back, now." he instructed.
Slut Suzy led bitch Emily round and opened the back door pushed Emily in backwards so she lay on her back, and then as Marcus came round to position himself between her now splayed legs, Slut Suzy opened the other back door and got behind Bitch Emily, cradling her head between her thighs.
In an instant Bitch Emily felt Marcus enter her, with every thrust her feedback chip told her she was a "Good Girl."
Slut Suzy gave her, her own encouragement.
"Fucking in the back of a car, you're a real slut now, bitch."
Marcus finished by pulling out so just the very tip of his cock was in Bitch Emily's pussy, when he came the cum started to ooze out around the tip, ensuring a fair amount fell onto the cream leather seats as a permanent reminder. Slut Suzy took a few globs of this and smeared it thickly on Bitch Emilys cheek, knowing she would have to leave it there to dry as she walked round the mall.
Lucy waited behind the car idling flicking through her phone, she took a couple of pictures of the scene and a couple of minutes of video but she wasn't too interested. She was glad to see them finally finish and she got in the front seat next to a Marcus for the short drive to the mall.
When they got to the mall, Marcus pulled up outside the main entrance, and Lucy and Bitch Emily walked in arm in arm almost skipping with excitement. Lucy loved shopping and the chance to dress her new playmate in slutty clothes was just so exciting. Bitch Emily was buzzing from stimulation, the drug pouring into her ass, her recent fucking, and the feedback chip in her head.
As she walked into the mall new sensations followed these, she noticed the bounce of her tits as she walked, she'd only ever taken off her bra to sleep before, a slight ache in her calves from the 5" wedge heels, the constant rubbing of her nipples through the mesh crop top, the cool feel of the breeze on her ass cheeks beneath the ridiculously short skirt, and the wet trail of cum which ran down her thigh from her pussy.
As they entered the mall they started to get a few looks, they looked like sisters identically dressed at first, then on a second look people could see one was a little older, and certainly not a teenager.
The fact that Bitch Emily wasn't wearing any underwear and her ass and tits could clearly be seen didn't attract much attention. It was of course common for owned sluts to be seen in public, and the rules didn't permit them to wear underwear so there were several other collared women being taken around half naked or scantily clad.
In fact the top floor of the mall was reserved for sluts and their owners only, rather than the family friendly lower floors. The stores on this top level were suitably adult themed, sex shops, tattoo parlours, and fetish wear amongst others.
But for the moment Lucy was happy enough to take Bitch Emily in the lower floor teen fashion stores. She was attracted to anything short, or brightly coloured, pinks and day glo neons especially.
In the first store she picked out a few items and took Bitch Emily to the changing rooms to try them on. She insisted that they both shared the same changing cubicle which Bitch Emily wasn't used to but agreed would be fun, and then once they tried on a new outfit she made Bitch Emily walk up and down the changing room aisle to see what the reaction of people would be.
Between them they picked out a dozen assorted crop tops, and mini skirts before taking them to the cashier. The sales assistant wore a steel collar around her neck and was wearing 6inch heels, a tight satin knee length skirt, and a white sheer blouse which was transparent enough to show her ample tits to the required amount stipulated by the RC store owner.
She took a snooty tone immediately with the two girls, this was a teen fashion store, she didn't like sluts coming in here and lowering the tone, they belonged on the third floor.
"Did you find everything you need?" she asked "we have an offer on training bras today."
This was obviously meant as a put down, both to Lucy in her heavily padded push up bra, and to Bitch Emily who had her tits on full show beneath the mesh crop top.
"Fuck you." replied Lucy.
The smile dropped from Bitch Emily's face, she had been having a fun time so far, but now she felt a little silly dressing like a teenager, showing off her tiny tits, "Bad girl." came from her feedback chip, picking up the change of mood.
The sales assistant reminded her of the receptionist at the vets, all eager to please but slightly dismissive with it. She looked at her name tag, Tramp Gabby, it stated. Bitch Emily made a point to remember it, but the thought instantly went out of her head as another pulse of Bliss shot into her from her anal plug.
"What did you say?" asked Tramp Gabby.
"Erm, she'd like to fuck you." answered Bitch Emily in a bit of a haze now, and with her idiotic bimbo smile returned.
All three of them laughed at this.
"Who's paying?" Said Tramp Gabby picking up a barcode scanner from the counter and bringing it up to head height.
"Me." Bitch Emily bowed her head a little and moved aside her collar to display the barcode tattoo on the back of her neck.
The snooty sales assistant looked dismissively at this, "Sorry we're not in your strip club now honey, cash or card only."
"No silly, were using your bank card." said Lucy hoping this might impress the sales assistant.
She handed over the bank card and with her other hand out of sight of the sales assistant picked a fancy bracelet from off the counter and handed it to Bitch Emily behind her back.
They were both still giggling about the whole experience as they left the store.
"Ok, now let's get you some clothes for work." said Lucy leading Bitch Emily into another fashion outlet.
"We need to get you out of those stuffy trouser suits."
This store was full of variations on the office slut daywear uniform, tight skirts, and sheer blouses, row upon row of them. Lucy picked a few selections out and again got Bitch Emily to try them on for her. They were acceptable but there was something missing.
As Bitch Emily paraded up and down the changing room aisle in a black sheer dotted blouse, and black satin fitted knee length skirt, a helpful sales assistant made a suggestion.
"It won't look correct until she's in the right shoes." she said pointing to the summer wedge sandals Bitch Emily was still wearing. Of course she was right the summer wedges were knocking the whole look off.
Lucy quickly grabbed a couple of pairs of 6" stilettos from a nearby display stand.
"Put these on."she told Bitch Emily.
Emily wasn't so sure these were much higher heels than what she was used to, the 5" wedge sandals hadn't been too bad due to the wedge heel, but stilettos that was something else.
She quickly changed the shoes and tried a few steps and immediately felt her ankle buckle.
"Bad girl." came the response from her feedback chip.
So she tried again, the heels making a clicking noise on the wooden changing room aisle floor.
Click click, stumble, "Bad Girl."
Click click, stumble, "Bad Girl."
Click click, stumble, "Bad Girl."
Finally she strung a few steps together.
Click, click, click, click, click, click, click. Stumble, "Good Girl."
It certainly made all the difference to the outfit, her legs looked long and slender her ass stuck out just so, her back was straight, and her tits thrust out and jiggled nicely with every careful step.
Lucy squealed with delight and high fived the sales assistant. The sales assistant wasted no time in getting a further sale by handing over another two sheer blouses, and three shorter skirts. Knowing her boss at the store would reward her with an extra few grams of 'Bliss' for her sales bonus.
Lucy made Bitch Emily try each combination on. As the shirts got shorter and easier to walk in Bitch Emily became a little more confident, even wiggling her ass to show a hint of the jewelled butt plug as she strode along.
Lucy had seen enough, "We'll take them all." she called and handed the sales assistant Bitch Emily's bank card.
As they left the store dressed back identically they now had a few handfuls of bags with them of new daytime outfits for Bitch Emily.
"Ok, let's go to up to the third floor and sort you out with some evening wear." said Lucy grabbing Bitch Emily's arm and leading her to the escalator.
When she had been Dr Koumides, Emily had never gone up to the third floor let alone bought anything from there. She knew it was full of disgusting RC men and their owned slaves being paraded around sex shops.
Arriving at the top of the escalator she was a little shocked how normal it was, looking just like the other floors really, and busy with half naked collared women just like her. She actually felt less out of place here than on the other lower floors. This thought was rewarded with a "Good girl." comment from her feedback chip.
"Come on, lets get a shake first," Lucy led them to what looked like a milkshake bar, only the sign at the storefront said Cum Shakes, in foot tall pink neon. Inside further signs boasted that they only used the freshest milk, and the best quality cum.
Taking a seat in a booth, a collared waitress came over to them to take their order, she wore a small pink apron, which barely covered her tits and pussy and left her ass exposed . Her name badge said Cunt Jenny.
"Hey girls," she smiled at them both,"what can I get ya?"
Lucy scanned the menu card on the table, "I'll have a French shake please."
"And for you Bitch?" the waitress addressed Bitch Emily appropriately noticing her collar.
"Erm," Emily looked at the menu card, but the words swam before her eyes, "Bad girl." came the call from her feedback chip for even attempting to read. She put the card down.
"What do you recommend?" She asked a little pathetically.
The waitress smiled, she could tell a first timer when she saw one.
"Well unless you want some fancy European cum like your friend, I'd say you should go with our regular Mandingo cum."
Bitch Emily smiled, yes that sounded delicious, "Yes sure." she replied.
"Good girl." said her chip.
The waitress turned to leave just then Lucy called out.
"Oh and can we have fresh milk please?"
"Sure," replied Cunt Jenny "that'll be $5 extra."
Lucy nodded ok, and Cunt Jenny skipped back to the serving counter. While they waited Bitch Emily took the bracelet Lucy had given her earlier and put it on her wrist. She giggled at the remembered thrill when she saw Lucy steal it, and of course it was pretty and sparkly too.
A few minutes later Cunt Jenny returned with another girl, she wore the same apron, but her big tits easily spilled out either side of the material, she was a little plump and her mouth was stuffed with a bright red ball gag.
The pair stood in front of Lucy and Bitch Emily's booth, and Cunt Jenny introduced her.
"This is Cow Sally, she's 27 years old, she's been bred 5 times, and as a result her 38G natural tits produce a gallon of milk a day."
Lucy looked at the shocked look appearing on Bitch Emily's face.
"Can we try her first?" Lucy asked.
"Sure." replied Cunt Jenny, she fully exposed the girls left tit, cupped her hand under it.
"Be our guest." she said flicking the inch long nipple.
Lucy leaned forward and took the nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, pulling her head back to stretch the nipple further, before letting it go with a wet pop.
"And you Bitch?" Cunt Jenny exposed the right tit and offered it to Bitch Emily, she started to shake her head and was instantly hit with a "Bad girl." from her chip, the shake turned to a nod "Good girl."
Tentatively she licked the nipple a little and started to pull away, but then Cunt Jenny pressed her head further into the mound of tit flesh.
"Suck away, don't be shy." she didn't release the pressure on Bitch Emily's head until she saw her cheeks give a little suck.
The milk was sweet and warm in Bitch Emily's mouth, and not at all unpleasant "Good girl." she was rewarded as she finally pulled away.
"Ok then I'll get her hooked up and milked now and I'll be back in just 2 shakes." said Cunt Jenny giggling at her little joke as she led Cow Sally back to the counter.
At the counter she attached 2 milking cups and started the vacuum machine, it was an industrial grade milker so the two shake beakers were filled in no time at all. Then she filled two shot glasses from the cum dispenser, one at the spout labelled Mandingo, the other at the spout labelled French, poured them into the shake beakers and put them under the whisking machine.
Bitch Emily looked on in amazement from her booth opposite, the whole thing fascinated her. She was actually getting even more turned on by this and found both her mouth and pussy were wet with anticipation when Cunt Jenny finally brought the finished shakes to the table.
"Enjoy." said Cunt Jenny, adding two wide straws to each glass.
Bitch Emily couldn't wait to taste it and took a huge first slurp, drinking down a quarter of the glass. The sweet fresh milk, had a slightly acrid after taste from the added cum, which reminded her of sucking the cock of Marcus. "Good girl." said her feedback chip.
Lucy on the other hand just took a few small sips, she liked the milk, but the cum wasn't really to her taste yet. As she wasn't collared or owned yet she hadn't been drugged with 'Bliss', and as a result her body had yet to develop the associated chemical dependency on cum. Of course this would change when she turned 19 and Marcus would put a collar on her, but for now she was happy with a little taste only.
She watched Bitch Emily drain her glass greedily then handed her a lipstick to reapply her make up, before standing up leaving her half finished French cum shake.
"Come on, lets get you some thigh boots," she said turning to leave the milkshake bar, "if Marcus is gonna have you crawling around after him you'll need to cover your knees a little."
Bitch Emily took a quick slurp of Lucy's unfinished drink, "hmm was that a hint of garlic?" she thought, and then she followed Lucy out into the mall.
Opposite the milk bar was a huge shoe store, Bitch Emily was overwhelmed by row upon row of fetish heels, platforms, spikes, sandals, boots, all in shiny black or red patent.
Lucy led her over to a rack of thigh boots and started hunting for Bitch Emilys size, then selecting a pair with 3" platform and 7" heel.
"Here, try these." she said handing the boots to Bitch Emily pushing her to sit on a nearby sumptuously padded chair. Bitch Emily quickly unfastened her wedge heels, and put her feet in the boots.
A sales assistant saw the pair of girls and came over to help her own heels clipping on the polished floor.
"Hi," she said kneeling at Bitch Emily's feet, "I'm Tart Kelly, let me help you with those." and then she started to zip up the boots.
The boots reached just above the knee and were tight and stretchy clinging to Bitch Emily's legs. The sales assistant noticed the boots ended on Bitch Emily's leg where a dry streak of cum ran down from her thigh.
"How's the fit? Not too tight?" she asked.
Bitch Emily shook her head.
"No they're ok thanks."
"Well try walking in them then," said Lucy taking Bitch Emily's hand and pulling her upright.
Bitch Emily wobbled slightly, unnerved at first by the platforms. Lucy gave her ass a little slap to encourage her to walk.
Bitch Emily took a few hesitant steps, they were perhaps a little easier to walk in than the previous stiletto court shoes she'd bought earlier, she felt her ankle was a little more supported and less likely to buckle.
Just at that moment her concentration wavered for a second and she caught the platform on the floor with her next step and tumbled forward awkwardly.
"Ok Bambi," said the sales assistant Tart Kelly "perhaps you need some lower platforms to start with." She had seen her fair share of new girls come into the store, and could tell a girl trying platforms for the first time.
"No, no, these will be just fine," interrupted Lucy "she'll get used to them."
Bitch Emily stood back up clinging into the chair this time.
"I'll take them." she said with a worried little smile. "Good girl." came the prompt from her chip.
"Ok right this way." said Tart Kelly, these were a $200 pair of boots and her biggest sale of the day, she wasn't going to argue, even if meant Bitch Emily breaking her wrist or something with her next fall, she was already looking forward to the bonus Bliss ration she would get from the store owner at the end of her shift.
"She'll wear them out the store." confirmed Lucy as she handed over Bitch Emily's bank card and gathered up the discarded wedges and stuffed them into one of the other shopping bags.
"Certainly." said Tart Kelly, completing the sale. "Have a nice day, and take it slowly on those platforms Bitch." she watched Lucy and Bitch Emily walk out the store arm in arm. Bitch Emily clinging onto Lucy for support.
Bitch Emily was back to taking smaller steps in the platform boots, the confident ass wiggling stride of earlier in the day had been lost again. So it took a little longer to cross the mall into the next store, and she spent the whole time looking down at her feet and didn't notice where they were headed. In fact when they got inside and she did look up she was unsure what sort of store it was. She saw big chairs arranged around small workstations but couldn't comprehend what they were for.
A store assistant watched them enter and came over to welcome them "Hi I'm Bitch Kimmy, welcome to our Piercing Parlour."
Bitch Kimmy was appropriately heavily pierced, ears, eyebrow, nose, lip, and that was just the ones above the steel ring collar she wore.
Bitch Emily giggled "Hi I'm a Bitch too," and giggled again.
"Great, what can we do for you both?" asked Bitch Kimmy.
Lucy took charge of the situation, "So, yeah, hi, this is Bitch Emily," she squeezed Emily's ass just to accentuate this "and her owner would like a full set of piercings please."
"Ok," replied Bitch Kimmy "when you say full set, what do you want?" she pulled aside the black leather tabard she wore to reveal her own pierced nipples and navel. Lucy nodded. Then Bitch Kimmy continued, pulling her hair back to show the 4 piercings in her ear, and lifted the tabard to show her pierced pussy lips. "And all these?" she asked.
Lucy for once was a little stumped. Marcus hadn't been specific about it, in fact he'd only said get her some jewellery, perhaps he did just mean a bracelet or two. No, she was sure he was hinting at piercing, he'd said "get her some jewellery done." and you would only say done if you meant piercing. She cleared her thoughts and gave the instructions.
"Ears, nose, septum not nostril, tongue, nipples, navel, and clit," she said firmly and clearly, "studs and barbells for now, her owner will upgrade them to rings later."
Bitch Kimmy nodded "Ok, let's get to it then," she put on a pair of black latex gloves, "Sit her down and I'll get started."
Bitch Emily finally spoke "I'm getting pierced?" she asked as the dumb smile began fo fade again a little from her face. Everything so far in her drug hazed mind had felt like a game or a dream, she was happy going along with the fun, but piercings seemed a bit more permanent and painful.
"Yes," confirmed Lucy, "Marcus will love it." She pulled up Bitch Emily's crop top, and mini skirt and then pushed Bitch Emily down into the chair next to the workstation.
Bitch Kimmy got to work expertly and efficiently, she used a spray to numb the flesh, before inserting the piercing needle, starting with Bitch Emily's ear lobes.
Dr Koumides had never been interested in piercings or jewellery for that matter she had a coupe of pairs of clip on earrings for special occasions but she didn't even like the gentle bite of them on her flesh and couldn't imagine having holes punctured through her skin.
As Bitch Kimmy finished her ear lobes and inserted plain studs she'd decided it wasn't too bad after all, and her feedback chip kept reassuring her that she was a "Good girl." over and over.
Her nose, was a little more frightening but it was a single piercing and over quickly. "I'll put a barbell ring in here," said Bitch Kimmy as she finished this to Lucy.
For the tongue piercing Bitch Emily kept giggling every time the forceps pulled on her tongue. Then as the needle passed through she passed out.
Lucy and Bitch Kimmy were a little surprised, but it would perhaps make thing a little easier now.
When Bitch Emily came to just a few minutes later, Bitch Kimmy was taking her gloves off having finished piercing her nipples, navel and clit.
"Whatff happenf?" asked Bitch Emily, now lisping from the tongue stud.
"Oh you just had a little sleep," replied Bitch Kimmy, adding "sorry about the lisp but your friend told me to put a larger stud through your tongue."
She gave Bitch Emily a hand mirror to allow her to look at the finished work. The tongue stud was smaller than it felt, the ear studs were actually ok, the nose ring was also not as big as it felt, and the sensation it gave Bitch Emily was very strange, like she was about to sneeze all the time.
Then she looked down at her nipples and navel seeing the glint of metal through her flesh, Bitch Emily was a little disappointed now, these weren't as pretty as the dangles that Slut Suzy wore. Then she reached between her legs and felt the metal through her clit hood, this intrigued and she bent her head down to take a close look to understand what was going on.
"Cool," she said finally satisfied that she could put a picture of a piercing to each of the new sensations she felt. As she shakily stood up and adjusted her clothing, Lucy paid the bill using Bitch Emily's bank card, and received a few aftercare items from Bitch Kimmy.
"Come here, let me fix that." she said reaching over and adjusting Bitch Emily's crop top so that the barbells in her nipples were pulled outside of the mesh crop top. "That's better." she finished.
"Wheresf nexf?" asked Bitch Emily, still struggling to accommodate the tongue stud. The sound of her own lisp even making her giggle.
Lucy looked along the row of stores before them, Dildo Palace, Electro Arcade, Sluts R Us, and finally started leading them arm in arm to the Bimbo Salon.
Bitch Emily instantly understood what this store was from the rows of chairs facing brightly lit mirrors, it was a hair and beauty salon.
"Go right through, take a seat and I'll be with you in a second," said the assistant with a smile as they entered. Lucy led Bitch Emily to an empty chair and sat her down, depositing their collected shopping bags at her boots.
The stylist came over once they were settled, "Hi girls, I'm Slut Sandy, what can I do for you today?"
"Hi, this is Bitch Emily, she's newly owned, is there anything you can do with her hair?" said Lucy, running her fingers dismissively though Bitch Emily's lank dull short brown hair.
"Of course," replied Slut Sandy, she liked a challenge, and starting this new girl from scratch certainly was one "leave her with us for a couple of hours."
Lucy smiled, "Thanks, and can you sort her nails too?"
"Sure thing," nodded Slut Sandy, waiving for a nail technician to come and join them.
Lucy, squeezed Bitch Emily's shoulders and looked at her in the mirror, "babe, I'm gonna do some more shopping for you, I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Oh superff, seef youff laterff," lisped Bitch Emily in reply as she watched Lucy walk back out into the mall.
Lucy spent the next few hours running up debts on Bitch Emily's credit card, buying items that Bitch Emily would need if she was to become a profitable slut. She bought fetish lingerie all straps and buckles, a couple of handbags for the her to keep her cash in if she was working the street, vibrators and electro stimulators, and finally a selection of dildos, including a doggy dildo with knot, and huge horse cock dildo.
When Lucy returned to the Bimbo Salon, she only knew it was Bitch Emily by the bags at her feet and that she was sat in the same place she had left her. In front of the mirror sat a girl with long hair, loosely curled, and platinum blonde, she was flicking through a porn magazine, looking at pictures of white girls being fucked by big black cocks, struggling to turn the pages with her crimson red inch long pointed nails.
"Well Dr Koumides, look at you now!" she exclaimed, deliberately using Bitch Emily's old name.
Bitch Emily, looked up from her magazine, "Heyf Lucyff, youff buy meeff anything niceff?"
Lucy reached in a bag and pulled out the horse dildo.
"Oh yeah, lots of things you're gonna love... eventually." she said waving the dildo at her in the mirror.
Bitch Emily giggled, her feedback chip told her she was a "Good girl."
Lucy paid the bill, and they collected their bags together and walked out the salon. Arm in arm, Bitch Emily still shuffling a little, still getting used to the platform boots. As they walked back out into the mall, Bitch Emily could see the snooty sales assistant from earlier on, "Tramp Gabby?" she thought. She was stood with a security guard.
Tramp Gabby looked at the two girls, hardly recognising them at first, the blonde hair and the thigh boots hadn't been there before, but their identical pastel pink mesh crop tops, and pink vinyl mini skirts were the same. Bitch Emily looked back at her smiled and waved her hand with her new inch long red acrylic nails.
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Bitch Emily had never been happier, not just because the plug in her ass was releasing a constant dose of the drug Bliss into her, but also because the micro chip implanted behind her ear was telling her she was a "Good girl." She obediently crawled behind Marcus as he led her back to the apartment.
As they waited for the elevator she knelt at his feet, the elevator doors opened and a young couple walked out. The guy paid no attention to Marcus or Bitch Emily, but the girl who followed behind stopped. She herself wore a metal collar around her neck, and in keeping with the Rules for Sluts she wore a simple wrap dress which was fastened to leave her tits exposed.
"How cute," she said as she patted Emily's head, "What's her name?"
"Bitch Emily," replied Marcus, "She's new, I just got her chipped at the vets."
The guy turned and clapped his hands "Come on slut." he said.
"Sorry got to go," giggled the girl and then she knelt down, "oh look she's got stitches behind her ear."
Then she whispered to Emily, "Remember your real name, no matter how much they fuck with you."
As she stood back up she spoke again more loudly this time, "Perhaps she can lick my pussy later."
Marcus turned and watched the girl scamper off after her man wondering what all that was about, and then he ushered Bitch Emily into the elevator with a gentle prod from his shoe.
In the elevator Emily tried to think about what the girl had said, "Remember your real name." but every time she thought of her old surname the feedback chip told her she was a "Bad girl."
Dr Emily Koumides "Bad girl."
Dr Koumides "Bad girl."
Dr Emily "Bad girl."
Emily "Bad girl."
Bitch Emily "Good girl."
Bitch Emily liked being a good girl, so when Marcus undid his pants and took out his cock she instantly put it in her mouth. Every time she bobbed her head down on it she was rewarded with the words "Good girl." inside her head.
It was only when he pushed a little deeper into her throat and she started to gag that she heard "Bad girl." she tried to pull back a little but Marcus with his huge hand pushed her head back.
Bob, suck, "Good Girl", Bob, suck, "Good Girl", Bob, suck, "Good Girl", gag, "Bad Girl."
They soon arrived at their floor and Marcus put his cock away. Bitch Emily couldn't believe it, she wanted his cum in her mouth, she wanted it so much, like more than anything else. She had never felt like this before.
She dared to speak, "Can I have your cum?" looking up at him begging "Please?"
Marcus chuckled to himself, he knew the side effect of the drug 'Bliss' was that women's metabolism altered so that they craved cum, and now he was teaching Bitch Emily a valuable lesson, that cum has to be earned.
Perhaps the old Dr Koumides would have understood the science behind this, how the drug inhibited natural hormone production creating a deficiency in the female metabolism that can only be supplemented by consumption of cum. But Bitch Emily just knew she needed to taste his cum.
At the apartment door he pressed the buzzer and Slut Suzy opened the door. Bitch Emily on all fours could just see her spike heeled ankle boots.
"Well here you both are, what took you so long?" she asked, "You get her fixed now?"
"Oh this one will be no trouble for you now." answered Marcus as he walked through the door, with Bitch Emily obediently following.
"What do you mean no trouble for me?" Slut Suzy was puzzled by this phrase. Her nipple chain dangles once again jiggling as her tits rose with her breathing.
"I mean," said Marcus "that I want her to stay here with you so that you can get her up to speed."
"OK." said Suzy, she had taken in new girls several times before and helped groom them into something a little more useful for their new owners.
"You know the deal, I'll need extra rations, if I'm splitting my Bliss with another bitch." Suzy was always looking for an opportunity to get a little extra dosage from Marcus, especially now that her own high earning days were behind her as she approached 40.
Marcus reached out and grabbed a pierced nipple with each hand and tugged hard, "You'll do as your told and I'll decide if you deserve extra," he hissed "or I'll have you plugged and chipped like this dumb bitch too."
Slut Suzy nodded meekly, after being put firmly back in her place.
Lucy sat and watched all of this unfold from the sofa, she was used to her Mom getting too cocky with Marcus and knew how it always ended. But what really had got her attention was the fact that her college lecturer had now been plugged and chipped.
"You got her plugged and chipped?" She squealed in delight, "Really? Let me see!"
Marcus spun Bitch Emily around showing off the jewelled butt plug and then the stitches behind her ear where the control chip had been implanted.
"IQ of a 7 year old says the Vet, 12 hours a day she gets drugs in her ass keeping her nice and obedient." he stated matter of factly.
"And the other 12 hours?" asked Lucy.
"The others 12 hours we take the plug out and she will do anything to get us to put back in again."
"What about the chip?" asked Slut Suzy bending down and taking a closer look behind Bitch Emily's ear, seeing 3 neat stitches.
"Well at the minute I've got it set to feedback and reinforcement," explained Marcus taking his phone out and opening up the control app. "But I can also alter her mood, make her horny, punish her with a headache, make her orgasm, make her never orgasm, endless possibilities."
Lucy sat up even further, "That's so cool wait till I tell the other girls at college what you did to Dr Koumides."
Bitch Emily looked at her, Dr Koumides, yes that's who she was. As soon as she had this thought, "Bad Girl." said her feedback chip, and this time it gave her a sharp little headache too lasting for a second.
Marcus sat down, Slut Suzy sat next to him, her legs dbangd over his, "Now lets see what assets she's got, did she bring a bag with her last night?"
Lucy pulled a small bag from the pile of clothes that Bitch Emily had arrived in the day before and handed it to him. Marcus opened it up, and tipped it out on to the table.
Bitch Emily watched, her head fuzzy from the headache and still tripping in the drugs she was imbibing, hardly even aware that this was her property the three others were now raking through.
Marcus, took the car keys.
"You drive here bitch?" he asked.
"Erm, yes, I guess so." answered Emily, "Good girl." said the chip in her head.
"Mercedes?" he said looking at the key fob "What colour?"
"White."
He picked up a single door key.
"This your apartment?"
Emily nodded "Good girl."
He picked up her driving license, and looked at her address, then pocketed this with both sets of keys. He picked out a small roll of bills, counted $100 dollars and pocketed that too. All that was left was a bank card and some loose change. He handed the card to Lucy.
"Okay Lucy, why don't you take the new bitch shopping, get her some better clothes, and maybe get her some jewellery done."
"Really?" Lucy replied her eyes lighting up again, "That'll be so much fun."
She looked at Bitch Emily kneeling patiently watching her possessions being divided up.
"But I cant take her round the mall with her crawling on all fours like a dog."
"Hmm," agreed Marcus "maybe not. Let me dial up her IQ a little bit".
He took out his phone again and accessed the app controlling Bitch Emily's implant.
He dialled up her IQ to a teenager.
"There you go," he said with a smile "It'll be like taking your little sister shopping now."
Bitch Emily felt a change, her brain felt a little less fuzzy, she could concentrate for more than a few seconds, someone had said shopping, she loved shopping. "Good girl." came the affirmation from her chip. She giggled a little, and wide dumb grin appeared on her face.
"Me and your Mom will drop you off at the mall on the way, while we drive back to her apartment to see if there's anything worth our while there."
Marcus was racing away with his thoughts now, the apartment was in a nice part of town, and probably worth quite a bit, he could see a tidy profit already from Bitch Emily. Although he knew he'd have to tell his boss and the local Repatriation Company gang might want to use the apartment themselves rather than sell it off.
"Right, the pair of you get dressed, you've got 5 minutes." he said looking at Lucy and Bitch Emily.
Lucy sprung up from the sofa, "Come on Emily, you heard him, we need to get dressed for the mall." Then she led Emily into her bedroom.
Slut Suzy watched them leave the room and then she saw her opportunity to earn the $100 dollars off Marcus, she undid his pants, took out his big black cock and began to suck him deep and hard.
Marcus thought how much better this was to the faltering, gagging blow job from Bitch Emily earlier, he liked Slut Suzy, even though she was getting close to retirement (The Repatriation Company usually retired women at 40 from active service), she had over the years learnt how to blow him just how he liked it.
He was hoping her daughter Lucy would be just as good when she turned 19 and became eligible for ownership. Hell the three of them together would be great he thought, Slut Suzy, Bitch Emily, and Lucy, all sucking his cock, desperate for his drugs, and his cum.
It was with this thought that he emptied his balls down Slut Suzy's throat. Her need for cum had been fulfilled, even though she hated the way her life had turned out after the collapse of her husbands business, the one positive for Slut Suzy was that black cum tasted so much better than that of her pathetic loser husband's.
Marcus showed his appreciation for another great blow job by handing her the hundred dollars. He knew her too well.
Lucy and Bitch Emily walked back into the living room, now dressed for an afternoon shopping, in near identical clothing. Pastel pink mesh crop tops, with bubblegum pink vinyl mini skirts, white knee socks, finished with wedge heeled sandals.
Marcus admired them both, the clothes looked entirely appropriate on the 18 year old Lucy, but on the 25 year old Bitch Emily, they were clearly a little too young for her. He noticed the underwear through the mesh crop tops, both were wearing pink push up bras.
"You found her some clothes in your wardrobe then. You look great together, but you know she's an owned slut now, so her underwear has to go, slut rules remember!"
It had been an easy mistake for Lucy to make, as a free young adult she was allowed to wear what she liked, so had dressed Bitch Emily the same. But as an owned Slut, Repatriation Company rules applied. These stated that an owned Slut had to either wear no underwear, or just wear her underwear to go out. Either or, but not both.
Had Emily done something wrong, her control chip kicked in telling her she was a "Bad Girl." over and over, and she felt another sharp little headache growing stronger, this paralysed her in fear, and the dumb drugged smile she had started to fade.
Lucy and Slut Suzy took it upon themselves to remove her crop top undo her bra and pull down her knickers. Slut Suzy handed the items to Marcus, he discarded the bra, after taking a quick look at the size, as it was after all one of Lucy's bras, and the balled up the knickers.
Lucy noticed him look at the size label, and still wanting to make a good impression on him, she blurted out.
"It's one of my old bras, I'm a C cup now."
Marcus took no notice, he reached out and pinched Bitch Emily's nose, she instantly gasped for breath and he pushed the knickers in her mouth.
"No underwear Bitch." he stated.
Bitch Emily nodded, "Good girl." ran through her head, the headache faded, and the dumb bimbo smile returned to her face, perhaps a little awkwardly now her mouth was filled with pink lace.
They gathered their things and then the three of them left the apartment, in the elevator Bitch Emily got to see her reflection in the mirrored wall.
Her hair and been put into 2 pigtails, her face made up in bright teenage make up, and her permanently erect nipples were poking through the mesh of the crop top, while the skirt being a little too small for her, didn't sit on her hips like it did with Lucy, instead it was higher up her waist, meaning the hem barely covered her ass cheeks.
Marcus put a hand on her ass and quickly found her plug, which he gently rubbed, sending waves of pleasure through her.
Slut Suzy saw the attention Marcus was giving Bitch Emily and started to kiss him.
Lucy wasn't impressed by any of this.
"Honestly, it's like thirty seconds to the ground floor can't you control yourselves?"
By the time Marcus had walked his little group to the parking lot his cock was throbbing.
He took out the keys to Bitch Emily's Mercedes, and then pulled the knickers from her drooling mouth.
He was going to ask which one was her car, but by chance his own SUV looked like it was parked next to the only Mercedes in the lot. He pressed the key fob, and with a blip the lights flashed to confirm this.
So another question popped into his head,
"Nice car, you ever been fucked on the back seat?"
"No don't be silly," giggled Bitch Emily.
Marcus pulled her skirt up even further exposing her fully.
"Get in the back, now." he instructed.
Slut Suzy led bitch Emily round and opened the back door pushed Emily in backwards so she lay on her back, and then as Marcus came round to position himself between her now splayed legs, Slut Suzy opened the other back door and got behind Bitch Emily, cradling her head between her thighs.
In an instant Bitch Emily felt Marcus enter her, with every thrust her feedback chip told her she was a "Good Girl."
Slut Suzy gave her, her own encouragement.
"Fucking in the back of a car, you're a real slut now, bitch."
Marcus finished by pulling out so just the very tip of his cock was in Bitch Emily's pussy, when he came the cum started to ooze out around the tip, ensuring a fair amount fell onto the cream leather seats as a permanent reminder. Slut Suzy took a few globs of this and smeared it thickly on Bitch Emilys cheek, knowing she would have to leave it there to dry as she walked round the mall.
Lucy waited behind the car idling flicking through her phone, she took a couple of pictures of the scene and a couple of minutes of video but she wasn't too interested. She was glad to see them finally finish and she got in the front seat next to a Marcus for the short drive to the mall.
When they got to the mall, Marcus pulled up outside the main entrance, and Lucy and Bitch Emily walked in arm in arm almost skipping with excitement. Lucy loved shopping and the chance to dress her new playmate in slutty clothes was just so exciting. Bitch Emily was buzzing from stimulation, the drug pouring into her ass, her recent fucking, and the feedback chip in her head.
As she walked into the mall new sensations followed these, she noticed the bounce of her tits as she walked, she'd only ever taken off her bra to sleep before, a slight ache in her calves from the 5" wedge heels, the constant rubbing of her nipples through the mesh crop top, the cool feel of the breeze on her ass cheeks beneath the ridiculously short skirt, and the wet trail of cum which ran down her thigh from her pussy.
As they entered the mall they started to get a few looks, they looked like sisters identically dressed at first, then on a second look people could see one was a little older, and certainly not a teenager.
The fact that Bitch Emily wasn't wearing any underwear and her ass and tits could clearly be seen didn't attract much attention. It was of course common for owned sluts to be seen in public, and the rules didn't permit them to wear underwear so there were several other collared women being taken around half naked or scantily clad.
In fact the top floor of the mall was reserved for sluts and their owners only, rather than the family friendly lower floors. The stores on this top level were suitably adult themed, sex shops, tattoo parlours, and fetish wear amongst others.
But for the moment Lucy was happy enough to take Bitch Emily in the lower floor teen fashion stores. She was attracted to anything short, or brightly coloured, pinks and day glo neons especially.
In the first store she picked out a few items and took Bitch Emily to the changing rooms to try them on. She insisted that they both shared the same changing cubicle which Bitch Emily wasn't used to but agreed would be fun, and then once they tried on a new outfit she made Bitch Emily walk up and down the changing room aisle to see what the reaction of people would be.
Between them they picked out a dozen assorted crop tops, and mini skirts before taking them to the cashier. The sales assistant wore a steel collar around her neck and was wearing 6inch heels, a tight satin knee length skirt, and a white sheer blouse which was transparent enough to show her ample tits to the required amount stipulated by the RC store owner.
She took a snooty tone immediately with the two girls, this was a teen fashion store, she didn't like sluts coming in here and lowering the tone, they belonged on the third floor.
"Did you find everything you need?" she asked "we have an offer on training bras today."
This was obviously meant as a put down, both to Lucy in her heavily padded push up bra, and to Bitch Emily who had her tits on full show beneath the mesh crop top.
"Fuck you." replied Lucy.
The smile dropped from Bitch Emily's face, she had been having a fun time so far, but now she felt a little silly dressing like a teenager, showing off her tiny tits, "Bad girl." came from her feedback chip, picking up the change of mood.
The sales assistant reminded her of the receptionist at the vets, all eager to please but slightly dismissive with it. She looked at her name tag, Tramp Gabby, it stated. Bitch Emily made a point to remember it, but the thought instantly went out of her head as another pulse of Bliss shot into her from her anal plug.
"What did you say?" asked Tramp Gabby.
"Erm, she'd like to fuck you." answered Bitch Emily in a bit of a haze now, and with her idiotic bimbo smile returned.
All three of them laughed at this.
"Who's paying?" Said Tramp Gabby picking up a barcode scanner from the counter and bringing it up to head height.
"Me." Bitch Emily bowed her head a little and moved aside her collar to display the barcode tattoo on the back of her neck.
The snooty sales assistant looked dismissively at this, "Sorry we're not in your strip club now honey, cash or card only."
"No silly, were using your bank card." said Lucy hoping this might impress the sales assistant.
She handed over the bank card and with her other hand out of sight of the sales assistant picked a fancy bracelet from off the counter and handed it to Bitch Emily behind her back.
They were both still giggling about the whole experience as they left the store.
"Ok, now let's get you some clothes for work." said Lucy leading Bitch Emily into another fashion outlet.
"We need to get you out of those stuffy trouser suits."
This store was full of variations on the office slut daywear uniform, tight skirts, and sheer blouses, row upon row of them. Lucy picked a few selections out and again got Bitch Emily to try them on for her. They were acceptable but there was something missing.
As Bitch Emily paraded up and down the changing room aisle in a black sheer dotted blouse, and black satin fitted knee length skirt, a helpful sales assistant made a suggestion.
"It won't look correct until she's in the right shoes." she said pointing to the summer wedge sandals Bitch Emily was still wearing. Of course she was right the summer wedges were knocking the whole look off.
Lucy quickly grabbed a couple of pairs of 6" stilettos from a nearby display stand.
"Put these on."she told Bitch Emily.
Emily wasn't so sure these were much higher heels than what she was used to, the 5" wedge sandals hadn't been too bad due to the wedge heel, but stilettos that was something else.
She quickly changed the shoes and tried a few steps and immediately felt her ankle buckle.
"Bad girl." came the response from her feedback chip.
So she tried again, the heels making a clicking noise on the wooden changing room aisle floor.
Click click, stumble, "Bad Girl."
Click click, stumble, "Bad Girl."
Click click, stumble, "Bad Girl."
Finally she strung a few steps together.
Click, click, click, click, click, click, click. Stumble, "Good Girl."
It certainly made all the difference to the outfit, her legs looked long and slender her ass stuck out just so, her back was straight, and her tits thrust out and jiggled nicely with every careful step.
Lucy squealed with delight and high fived the sales assistant. The sales assistant wasted no time in getting a further sale by handing over another two sheer blouses, and three shorter skirts. Knowing her boss at the store would reward her with an extra few grams of 'Bliss' for her sales bonus.
Lucy made Bitch Emily try each combination on. As the shirts got shorter and easier to walk in Bitch Emily became a little more confident, even wiggling her ass to show a hint of the jewelled butt plug as she strode along.
Lucy had seen enough, "We'll take them all." she called and handed the sales assistant Bitch Emily's bank card.
As they left the store dressed back identically they now had a few handfuls of bags with them of new daytime outfits for Bitch Emily.
"Ok, let's go to up to the third floor and sort you out with some evening wear." said Lucy grabbing Bitch Emily's arm and leading her to the escalator.
When she had been Dr Koumides, Emily had never gone up to the third floor let alone bought anything from there. She knew it was full of disgusting RC men and their owned slaves being paraded around sex shops.
Arriving at the top of the escalator she was a little shocked how normal it was, looking just like the other floors really, and busy with half naked collared women just like her. She actually felt less out of place here than on the other lower floors. This thought was rewarded with a "Good girl." comment from her feedback chip.
"Come on, lets get a shake first," Lucy led them to what looked like a milkshake bar, only the sign at the storefront said Cum Shakes, in foot tall pink neon. Inside further signs boasted that they only used the freshest milk, and the best quality cum.
Taking a seat in a booth, a collared waitress came over to them to take their order, she wore a small pink apron, which barely covered her tits and pussy and left her ass exposed . Her name badge said Cunt Jenny.
"Hey girls," she smiled at them both,"what can I get ya?"
Lucy scanned the menu card on the table, "I'll have a French shake please."
"And for you Bitch?" the waitress addressed Bitch Emily appropriately noticing her collar.
"Erm," Emily looked at the menu card, but the words swam before her eyes, "Bad girl." came the call from her feedback chip for even attempting to read. She put the card down.
"What do you recommend?" She asked a little pathetically.
The waitress smiled, she could tell a first timer when she saw one.
"Well unless you want some fancy European cum like your friend, I'd say you should go with our regular Mandingo cum."
Bitch Emily smiled, yes that sounded delicious, "Yes sure." she replied.
"Good girl." said her chip.
The waitress turned to leave just then Lucy called out.
"Oh and can we have fresh milk please?"
"Sure," replied Cunt Jenny "that'll be $5 extra."
Lucy nodded ok, and Cunt Jenny skipped back to the serving counter. While they waited Bitch Emily took the bracelet Lucy had given her earlier and put it on her wrist. She giggled at the remembered thrill when she saw Lucy steal it, and of course it was pretty and sparkly too.
A few minutes later Cunt Jenny returned with another girl, she wore the same apron, but her big tits easily spilled out either side of the material, she was a little plump and her mouth was stuffed with a bright red ball gag.
The pair stood in front of Lucy and Bitch Emily's booth, and Cunt Jenny introduced her.
"This is Cow Sally, she's 27 years old, she's been bred 5 times, and as a result her 38G natural tits produce a gallon of milk a day."
Lucy looked at the shocked look appearing on Bitch Emily's face.
"Can we try her first?" Lucy asked.
"Sure." replied Cunt Jenny, she fully exposed the girls left tit, cupped her hand under it.
"Be our guest." she said flicking the inch long nipple.
Lucy leaned forward and took the nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, pulling her head back to stretch the nipple further, before letting it go with a wet pop.
"And you Bitch?" Cunt Jenny exposed the right tit and offered it to Bitch Emily, she started to shake her head and was instantly hit with a "Bad girl." from her chip, the shake turned to a nod "Good girl."
Tentatively she licked the nipple a little and started to pull away, but then Cunt Jenny pressed her head further into the mound of tit flesh.
"Suck away, don't be shy." she didn't release the pressure on Bitch Emily's head until she saw her cheeks give a little suck.
The milk was sweet and warm in Bitch Emily's mouth, and not at all unpleasant "Good girl." she was rewarded as she finally pulled away.
"Ok then I'll get her hooked up and milked now and I'll be back in just 2 shakes." said Cunt Jenny giggling at her little joke as she led Cow Sally back to the counter.
At the counter she attached 2 milking cups and started the vacuum machine, it was an industrial grade milker so the two shake beakers were filled in no time at all. Then she filled two shot glasses from the cum dispenser, one at the spout labelled Mandingo, the other at the spout labelled French, poured them into the shake beakers and put them under the whisking machine.
Bitch Emily looked on in amazement from her booth opposite, the whole thing fascinated her. She was actually getting even more turned on by this and found both her mouth and pussy were wet with anticipation when Cunt Jenny finally brought the finished shakes to the table.
"Enjoy." said Cunt Jenny, adding two wide straws to each glass.
Bitch Emily couldn't wait to taste it and took a huge first slurp, drinking down a quarter of the glass. The sweet fresh milk, had a slightly acrid after taste from the added cum, which reminded her of sucking the cock of Marcus. "Good girl." said her feedback chip.
Lucy on the other hand just took a few small sips, she liked the milk, but the cum wasn't really to her taste yet. As she wasn't collared or owned yet she hadn't been drugged with 'Bliss', and as a result her body had yet to develop the associated chemical dependency on cum. Of course this would change when she turned 19 and Marcus would put a collar on her, but for now she was happy with a little taste only.
She watched Bitch Emily drain her glass greedily then handed her a lipstick to reapply her make up, before standing up leaving her half finished French cum shake.
"Come on, lets get you some thigh boots," she said turning to leave the milkshake bar, "if Marcus is gonna have you crawling around after him you'll need to cover your knees a little."
Bitch Emily took a quick slurp of Lucy's unfinished drink, "hmm was that a hint of garlic?" she thought, and then she followed Lucy out into the mall.
Opposite the milk bar was a huge shoe store, Bitch Emily was overwhelmed by row upon row of fetish heels, platforms, spikes, sandals, boots, all in shiny black or red patent.
Lucy led her over to a rack of thigh boots and started hunting for Bitch Emilys size, then selecting a pair with 3" platform and 7" heel.
"Here, try these." she said handing the boots to Bitch Emily pushing her to sit on a nearby sumptuously padded chair. Bitch Emily quickly unfastened her wedge heels, and put her feet in the boots.
A sales assistant saw the pair of girls and came over to help her own heels clipping on the polished floor.
"Hi," she said kneeling at Bitch Emily's feet, "I'm Tart Kelly, let me help you with those." and then she started to zip up the boots.
The boots reached just above the knee and were tight and stretchy clinging to Bitch Emily's legs. The sales assistant noticed the boots ended on Bitch Emily's leg where a dry streak of cum ran down from her thigh.
"How's the fit? Not too tight?" she asked.
Bitch Emily shook her head.
"No they're ok thanks."
"Well try walking in them then," said Lucy taking Bitch Emily's hand and pulling her upright.
Bitch Emily wobbled slightly, unnerved at first by the platforms. Lucy gave her ass a little slap to encourage her to walk.
Bitch Emily took a few hesitant steps, they were perhaps a little easier to walk in than the previous stiletto court shoes she'd bought earlier, she felt her ankle was a little more supported and less likely to buckle.
Just at that moment her concentration wavered for a second and she caught the platform on the floor with her next step and tumbled forward awkwardly.
"Ok Bambi," said the sales assistant Tart Kelly "perhaps you need some lower platforms to start with." She had seen her fair share of new girls come into the store, and could tell a girl trying platforms for the first time.
"No, no, these will be just fine," interrupted Lucy "she'll get used to them."
Bitch Emily stood back up clinging into the chair this time.
"I'll take them." she said with a worried little smile. "Good girl." came the prompt from her chip.
"Ok right this way." said Tart Kelly, these were a $200 pair of boots and her biggest sale of the day, she wasn't going to argue, even if meant Bitch Emily breaking her wrist or something with her next fall, she was already looking forward to the bonus Bliss ration she would get from the store owner at the end of her shift.
"She'll wear them out the store." confirmed Lucy as she handed over Bitch Emily's bank card and gathered up the discarded wedges and stuffed them into one of the other shopping bags.
"Certainly." said Tart Kelly, completing the sale. "Have a nice day, and take it slowly on those platforms Bitch." she watched Lucy and Bitch Emily walk out the store arm in arm. Bitch Emily clinging onto Lucy for support.
Bitch Emily was back to taking smaller steps in the platform boots, the confident ass wiggling stride of earlier in the day had been lost again. So it took a little longer to cross the mall into the next store, and she spent the whole time looking down at her feet and didn't notice where they were headed. In fact when they got inside and she did look up she was unsure what sort of store it was. She saw big chairs arranged around small workstations but couldn't comprehend what they were for.
A store assistant watched them enter and came over to welcome them "Hi I'm Bitch Kimmy, welcome to our Piercing Parlour."
Bitch Kimmy was appropriately heavily pierced, ears, eyebrow, nose, lip, and that was just the ones above the steel ring collar she wore.
Bitch Emily giggled "Hi I'm a Bitch too," and giggled again.
"Great, what can we do for you both?" asked Bitch Kimmy.
Lucy took charge of the situation, "So, yeah, hi, this is Bitch Emily," she squeezed Emily's ass just to accentuate this "and her owner would like a full set of piercings please."
"Ok," replied Bitch Kimmy "when you say full set, what do you want?" she pulled aside the black leather tabard she wore to reveal her own pierced nipples and navel. Lucy nodded. Then Bitch Kimmy continued, pulling her hair back to show the 4 piercings in her ear, and lifted the tabard to show her pierced pussy lips. "And all these?" she asked.
Lucy for once was a little stumped. Marcus hadn't been specific about it, in fact he'd only said get her some jewellery, perhaps he did just mean a bracelet or two. No, she was sure he was hinting at piercing, he'd said "get her some jewellery done." and you would only say done if you meant piercing. She cleared her thoughts and gave the instructions.
"Ears, nose, septum not nostril, tongue, nipples, navel, and clit," she said firmly and clearly, "studs and barbells for now, her owner will upgrade them to rings later."
Bitch Kimmy nodded "Ok, let's get to it then," she put on a pair of black latex gloves, "Sit her down and I'll get started."
Bitch Emily finally spoke "I'm getting pierced?" she asked as the dumb smile began fo fade again a little from her face. Everything so far in her drug hazed mind had felt like a game or a dream, she was happy going along with the fun, but piercings seemed a bit more permanent and painful.
"Yes," confirmed Lucy, "Marcus will love it." She pulled up Bitch Emily's crop top, and mini skirt and then pushed Bitch Emily down into the chair next to the workstation.
Bitch Kimmy got to work expertly and efficiently, she used a spray to numb the flesh, before inserting the piercing needle, starting with Bitch Emily's ear lobes.
Dr Koumides had never been interested in piercings or jewellery for that matter she had a coupe of pairs of clip on earrings for special occasions but she didn't even like the gentle bite of them on her flesh and couldn't imagine having holes punctured through her skin.
As Bitch Kimmy finished her ear lobes and inserted plain studs she'd decided it wasn't too bad after all, and her feedback chip kept reassuring her that she was a "Good girl." over and over.
Her nose, was a little more frightening but it was a single piercing and over quickly. "I'll put a barbell ring in here," said Bitch Kimmy as she finished this to Lucy.
For the tongue piercing Bitch Emily kept giggling every time the forceps pulled on her tongue. Then as the needle passed through she passed out.
Lucy and Bitch Kimmy were a little surprised, but it would perhaps make thing a little easier now.
When Bitch Emily came to just a few minutes later, Bitch Kimmy was taking her gloves off having finished piercing her nipples, navel and clit.
"Whatff happenf?" asked Bitch Emily, now lisping from the tongue stud.
"Oh you just had a little sleep," replied Bitch Kimmy, adding "sorry about the lisp but your friend told me to put a larger stud through your tongue."
She gave Bitch Emily a hand mirror to allow her to look at the finished work. The tongue stud was smaller than it felt, the ear studs were actually ok, the nose ring was also not as big as it felt, and the sensation it gave Bitch Emily was very strange, like she was about to sneeze all the time.
Then she looked down at her nipples and navel seeing the glint of metal through her flesh, Bitch Emily was a little disappointed now, these weren't as pretty as the dangles that Slut Suzy wore. Then she reached between her legs and felt the metal through her clit hood, this intrigued and she bent her head down to take a close look to understand what was going on.
"Cool," she said finally satisfied that she could put a picture of a piercing to each of the new sensations she felt. As she shakily stood up and adjusted her clothing, Lucy paid the bill using Bitch Emily's bank card, and received a few aftercare items from Bitch Kimmy.
"Come here, let me fix that." she said reaching over and adjusting Bitch Emily's crop top so that the barbells in her nipples were pulled outside of the mesh crop top. "That's better." she finished.
"Wheresf nexf?" asked Bitch Emily, still struggling to accommodate the tongue stud. The sound of her own lisp even making her giggle.
Lucy looked along the row of stores before them, Dildo Palace, Electro Arcade, Sluts R Us, and finally started leading them arm in arm to the Bimbo Salon.
Bitch Emily instantly understood what this store was from the rows of chairs facing brightly lit mirrors, it was a hair and beauty salon.
"Go right through, take a seat and I'll be with you in a second," said the assistant with a smile as they entered. Lucy led Bitch Emily to an empty chair and sat her down, depositing their collected shopping bags at her boots.
The stylist came over once they were settled, "Hi girls, I'm Slut Sandy, what can I do for you today?"
"Hi, this is Bitch Emily, she's newly owned, is there anything you can do with her hair?" said Lucy, running her fingers dismissively though Bitch Emily's lank dull short brown hair.
"Of course," replied Slut Sandy, she liked a challenge, and starting this new girl from scratch certainly was one "leave her with us for a couple of hours."
Lucy smiled, "Thanks, and can you sort her nails too?"
"Sure thing," nodded Slut Sandy, waiving for a nail technician to come and join them.
Lucy, squeezed Bitch Emily's shoulders and looked at her in the mirror, "babe, I'm gonna do some more shopping for you, I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Oh superff, seef youff laterff," lisped Bitch Emily in reply as she watched Lucy walk back out into the mall.
Lucy spent the next few hours running up debts on Bitch Emily's credit card, buying items that Bitch Emily would need if she was to become a profitable slut. She bought fetish lingerie all straps and buckles, a couple of handbags for the her to keep her cash in if she was working the street, vibrators and electro stimulators, and finally a selection of dildos, including a doggy dildo with knot, and huge horse cock dildo.
When Lucy returned to the Bimbo Salon, she only knew it was Bitch Emily by the bags at her feet and that she was sat in the same place she had left her. In front of the mirror sat a girl with long hair, loosely curled, and platinum blonde, she was flicking through a porn magazine, looking at pictures of white girls being fucked by big black cocks, struggling to turn the pages with her crimson red inch long pointed nails.
"Well Dr Koumides, look at you now!" she exclaimed, deliberately using Bitch Emily's old name.
Bitch Emily, looked up from her magazine, "Heyf Lucyff, youff buy meeff anything niceff?"
Lucy reached in a bag and pulled out the horse dildo.
"Oh yeah, lots of things you're gonna love... eventually." she said waving the dildo at her in the mirror.
Bitch Emily giggled, her feedback chip told her she was a "Good girl."
Lucy paid the bill, and they collected their bags together and walked out the salon. Arm in arm, Bitch Emily still shuffling a little, still getting used to the platform boots. As they walked back out into the mall, Bitch Emily could see the snooty sales assistant from earlier on, "Tramp Gabby?" she thought. She was stood with a security guard.
Tramp Gabby looked at the two girls, hardly recognising them at first, the blonde hair and the thigh boots hadn't been there before, but their identical pastel pink mesh crop tops, and pink vinyl mini skirts were the same. Bitch Emily looked back at her smiled and waved her hand with her new inch long red acrylic nails.
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