Roxy, in her final year of Catholic schooling, had been crushing on Lucas for weeks, but was too shy to ask him out. Finally, her best friend Erica – the headmaster’s daughter – got tired of hearing her whine about it.
“Tomorrow night, the guest house on my family property,” said Erica. “It’s not in use, no one will see you enter or leave. Cook him dinner.”
“What?” asked Roxy, confused.
“You’ve got a date with Lucas,” said Erica. “Turn up, have fun, and don’t be frigid or you’ll make me look bad.”
Roxy was overwhelmed, and thanked her friend profusely. She turned up at the guest house the next night, and Lucas turned up shortly afterwards, and they shared a meal. Afterwards, there was kissing, and then groping, and finally Roxy let Lucas undress her, and she lost her virginity blissfully on the guest house couch.
The next day at school, Erica gave Roxy a $50 note. “Your cut,” she said.
Roxy looked at it blankly. “What?”
“Lucas paid $150,” said Erica. “I keep $100 as a finder’s fee. The fifty is your cut.”
Roxy was horrified. She felt sick. “Lucas… paid to go on a date with me?”
“Of course he did,” said Erica. “You’re hot. I told him it was your first time, so he’d get $100 back if you didn’t put out, but you really came through, Roxy. He said you were so wet it was like fucking a sponge.”
“But… I thought he liked me…” protested Roxy.
“He did like you,” said Erica. “He came in your pussy, didn’t he?”
“Oh god,” Roxy moaned. “I feel so violated, Erica! I can’t believe you did this! How could you?”
“A hundred bucks is a hundred bucks,” shrugged Erica. “Actually I mostly regret I didn’t go higher. I reckon he would have paid five hundred for your virginity. We’ll charge the next guy three fifty, I think, and your cut will be a full hundred.”
“What next guy?” Roxy squawked.
“Well, I don’t have them lined up yet,” said Erica, “but Lucas is busy right now telling the whole football team that he paid to fuck you last night, and you’re pretty hot, so I think there’ll be plenty of takers. That Jase Carlson guy is always giving you the eye, and his family is loaded, so he could probably afford to fuck you three or four times a week if he wanted to. Maybe we can give him a bulk rate.”
“No!” yelled Roxy. “I’m not fucking boys for money!”
Erica looked at her, and was silent for a moment. Then she walked over and grabbed a fistful of Roxy’s hair. Roxy squawked and tried to pull away, but Erica’s grip was firm.
“Girlfriend,” said Erica, “by the end of the day half the school are going to know that you fuck boys for money. If the teachers find out about that, you’ll be expelled. Do you really want to have a conversation with your parents about how you got expelled for being a prostitute?”
Roxy’s eyes widened. She shook her head.
“Good,” said Erica. “My father’s the principal. So what we’ll do is, I’ll keep pimping you out, okay? And I’ll put in a good word with my dad, and tell him you definitely don’t need to be expelled. And if he’s at all doubtful – well, we can set up a freebie for him once a month, so you can show him exactly how good a girl you are, can’t we?”
Roxy started to cry.
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She cried many times more over coming weeks. Erica set up between four and eight dates for her a week. About half were new boys; the rest were repeat business.
At first, Roxy did little to make these “dates” work. She would turn up to Erica’s guest house in a sexy dress and meet the boy. The boy would make small-talk, and Roxy would reply in a dull, depressed voice, and then the boy would start groping Roxy’s tits and taking off Roxy’s clothes, and Roxy would let him. Eventually the boy would bury his cock in Roxy’s cunt – often with the help of some lubricant – and Roxy would lie there as the boy raped her and ejaculated inside her pussy. The next day, Erica would give her her hundred dollars.
After a week, Erica took Roxy aside.
“This isn’t working,” she told Roxy. “You can’t just lie there like a lump.”
“I don’t want to fuck boys for money,” pouted Roxy.
“Well, that’s too bad,” said Erica, “because you’re going to. Now, for a couple of the guys it actually worked out well. I told them that you were completely non-consensual, that you didn’t want to be fucked, but that you wouldn’t fight and you wouldn’t scream, and they actually paid extra for that. But most guys, they want the full slut experience. You’ve got to start working to please them.”
“I don’t want to please them,” said Roxy.
Erica sighed – then pushed Roxy roughly against a wall, lifted her top, and pulled down her bra to expose her tits.
Roxy squealed. They were at school – anyone could walk past and see them. “Please, Erica, stop!” she begged.
Erica ignored her. She held Roxy against the wall with one hand, and then began to beat Roxy’s tits with the other. At first Roxy squealed as Erica slapped her fuckbags again and again, turning them red, and then purple, but then she bit down, not wanting to make noise that would draw more attention to her nude breasts. Her eyes filled with tears as she let Erica brutalise her udders.
Eventually Erica stopped. “Did you like that, Roxy?” she asked.
Roxy shook her head emphatically.
“Good,” said Erica. “So from now on, I’m going to do exit interviews with your clients. And they’re going to tell me whether you were a good fuck. And if they give you a bad report, we’re going to have a little session like this, where I punish your tits, or maybe your pussy.” She sighed. “I’m not a lesbian, Roxy, but that won’t stop me from pounding your cunt until you scream, do you understand?”
Roxy nodded.
After that, she started trying to please. She would strip sexily for the boys and tell them they were handsome. She learned to tease their cocks with her mouth, and masturbate them with her tits. She learned to rub her pussy before each date so she was wet for her partner, and moan and buck appreciatively when they raped her cunt. She encouraged them to call her “slut” and “bitch”, and to pull her hair and choke her.
She got particularly used to the name “bitch” because after two months had passed, Erica stopped using Roxy’s name, instead just calling her “bitch”. “I’ve got a date for you, bitch,” she would say. “This one wants you to struggle and kick.” In addition, despite Erica’s assertion that she wasn’t a lesbian, her punishments of Roxy – which happened weekly even when Roxy was pleasing her customers – became steadily more sexual. On Roxy’s fifth week as a whore, Erica made Roxy lick Erica’s pussy – ostensibly as punishment, but Erica definitely orgasmed – and from the seventh week onwards it became normal for punishments to involve Roxy lying on her back, Erica on her knees straddling Roxy’s face, and Roxy licking Erica’s cunt while Erica beat and whipped Roxy’s cunt and tits.
By the sixth month, Roxy had fucked every straight boy in school, and a couple dozen of the girls, along with almost every teacher. Erica’s father the headmaster in particular took pleasure in cruelty, and would never consider a session with Roxy done until he had made Roxy orgasm from pain. He had also let it be known around the school that no one was to require or allow Roxy to clean cum off her face, breasts or clothes during the school day, and after that Roxy’s lunch-time clients took special pleasure in ejaculating on Roxy’s face. Roxy got used to sitting in afternoon school classes with semen dripping from her cheeks or soaking into her breasts.
But through it all, she *had* been making money, and one day she realised she’d saved enough to pay for her first year of university. She told Erica about it, wide-eyed and excited.
“That’s great!” said Erica with a gleam in her eye. “Tell you what – no school today, no dates. Let’s go celebrate!”
Roxy felt so happy that Erica was being nice to her, and not cruel, that she didn’t think twice about getting into Erica’s car, and by the time Erica was holding the chloroform rag to her face, it was too late to struggle.
She woke up two days later in a private hospital. She was nude, draped sideways across a hospital bed, and a man in a doctor’s coat was standing between her legs and vigorously fucking her pussy.
“Oh, you’re awake!” he said, and ejaculated into her. “Your new tits look gorgeous, by the way.”
Roxy looked down at her breasts, and gasped. Her large, soft natural tits had been the subject of cosmetic surgery as she slept – and now she had two fake, round, cartoonishly huge fuck-balloons. She wailed in horror.
Erica popped her head around the doorway, and then walked in. “Hi, bitch!” she said. “Oh, wow, you look so much better like that. We’re going to be able to charge another hundred bucks a screw, at least.”
“What did you do to me?” cried Roxy.
“Well, you saved up all that money, so I’ve invested it in your future,” said Erica. “They’ll send you a bill. Actually your new tits cost a little more than you saved, but if you keep working you should pay off the rest in two months. You’ll be pleased to know I got five different guys to fuck you while you were unconscious, so there’s already a good start waiting for you.”
“But I was going to university!” wailed Roxy.
“Oh no, bitch,” said Erica. “You can’t go to university. You’re a whore, remember? Once you’re done with school, you’re going to be able to take at least another couple of clients a day. You’re going to pay *me* through university. Won’t that be nice?”
Roxy just moaned.
“Thank me,” said Erica.
Roxy was silent. She couldn’t bring herself to thank Erica for this abuse.
Erica slapped her. “Thank me, bitch. And masturbate while you thank me.” She paused, and when Roxy didn’t answer, she slapped her twice more.
Roxy choked back a sob. Her hand went to her naked pussy and she started rubbing. “Thank you, Erica,” she said. “Thank you for giving me giant whore tits so I can be a prostitute forever.”
“Good bitch,” said Erica. “Now, keep playing with yourself until you cum.”
“Yes, Erica,” said Roxy obediently.
“Oh, and bitch?” said Erica, as she turned to leave. “While you’re masturbating – why don’t you think about how you’re going to explain to your mother and father why you got giant fake prostitute tits? It was entirely your decision, after all. I just don’t know why you did it. Probably because you’re a huge slut. Is that what you’re going to tell your parents?”
Roxy thought about it, feeling panic and humiliation rush through her like a potent drug. On the bright side, she didn’t have to think about it long, because she orgasmed almost immediately…
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Mother will express concern and maybe even disapproval. Oh, but Father! Father will like Roxy’s giant whore tits and he will become a frequent customer. And they all orgasmed happily ever after!