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Not only did Bella not recognise herself in the mirror anymore, she didn’t even *sound* like herself. Charles’ shock collar was surprisingly effective at quickly altering Bella’s behaviour. Within a week she was using her new higher-pitched bimbo voice instinctively, subconsciously aware that she would receive a painful shock if she used the voice she had been accustomed to for most of her life.
Her language changed too. It took her longer to get used to this – not because she wasn’t trying to avoid shocks, but because it was difficult to count how many syllables words were in advance, and she frequently used long words by accident, causing her to get shocked. Her first reaction to this was to simply speak less often – and when she did speak, she kept her input to short, simple sentences.
Which was exactly what Charles wanted anyway.
Bella had come so far from the prudish brunette who hid her body behind eyeglasses and baggy clothes. Now she was a big-titted bottle-blonde sex-toy, with no self-respect or dignity, who acted like she was stupid, and who offered no resistance to his most degrading suggestions. He could slap her or fuck her or ejaculate on her whenever he wanted, and she would apologise to him for being worthless and not being more fun to rape.
It was time for Bella to complete her journey.
He made sure she got used to being leashed. He took her out frequently, and always with the leash connected to her clitoris. Sometimes he let the leash hang down from under her skirt. Other times he ran it up her body, between her tits, and through the D-ring on her shock collar, so that to a casual inspection it looked like the chain was connected to the collar – but it was still her clit that it tugged on when he pulled.
He would take her to public places – parks, pedestrian malls, shopping centres, office complexes – where many people would see her, and he made her outfits sluttier on each occasion. Sometimes he would tie her leash to a pole outside a shop before going in, leaving her to wait for him like a leashed animal. Other times he would take her into a shop with him, practically dragging her around the store by her clitoris.
If she resisted, he would simply pull hard on her leash, and loudly say, “Bad girl!”, and the collar would shock her, and Bella would inevitably comply.
He took her to a high-end lingerie store, where Charles happened to know the shop attendant on solo duty that day – a cruel lesbian of his acquaintance named Tanya. He made Bella strip naked right there in the shop in front of Tanya, and then invited Tanya to grope her to “determine her size”.
Tanya delighted in cruelly calling Bella a bimbo, a cow, a slut and a whore as she squeezed Bella’s tits hard enough to hurt, and then wiggled her finger past Bella’s pussy lips and up into her wet fuckhole. She even poked her finger up Bella’s anus and then made Bella lick it clean.
Bella had no idea that Charles knew this girl, or had carefully arranged this encounter. To Bella, it just seemed that this was the way anyone would treat a girl like her – a girl with big porn-star tits who allowed her clitoris to be leashed and who stripped naked in public. She cried a little, but she cried because she thought it was her own fault, and that she deserved this.
In the end, Charles and Tanya picked out a pair of crotchless panties for Bella, and a half-cup bra that exposed her nipples – and then Charles made Bella wear them out of the store, with nothing over the top of them. Bella almost died of humiliation, but there was nothing she could do but follow the pull of the leash on her clitoris.
After that Charles stopped letting Bella wear any “acceptable” clothes in public. Whatever she wore was always enough to get her in trouble if police caught her in that state. Her nipples would be visible, or her cunt or her ass, or she would otherwise be lewdly presented in a way that framed her as big-titted rape-bait.
He began to make her crawl sometimes, too, on all fours, like a dog, whenever the terrain was suitable. He had a particular park he liked to take her to, which hosted a men’s dog-walking group on Saturdays, and he would walk her with the other men, so that Bella had to crawl along surrounded by actual dogs, and the men would laugh and call her a bitch, and idly grope her pussy and tits whenever they stopped for a brief rest. The dogs would sniff at Bella’s cunt, too, and on these occasions Charles wouldn’t allow Bella to make any sounds other than woofing or barking.
He always made her thank him afterwards, for not letting the dogs fuck her, and this produced some of Bella’s most wild and enthusiastic sex, because she clearly believed that he *would* allow that to happen if she didn’t please him. She worked harder and more desperately to please his cock on those Saturdays than at any other time, and he deeply loved ejaculating in her submissive bimbo cunt during these sessions.
Whenever he fucked her, he would take no care for Bella’s enjoyment, slapping her face and hurting her tits as he used her. And afterwards he would tell her that he loved her – despite the fact she was worthless – and that she was lucky, because otherwise no one would love her. And she would thank him and tell him that she loved him too.
And Bella did love him, in a way. Her life may now be a confusing ordeal of humiliation and sexual objectification – but it was simpler, too. Charles made all her decisions. Charles told her where she would go, and what she would do. Charles decided when she would be fucked. And her body responded to that objectification. She was always wet for Charles when he wanted to use her, for example.
In time Charles started taking her out completely naked, and making her masturbate as she walked, and when she got used to this, too, he knew she was ready.
So he took her back to their “relationship counsellor”.
She thought about asking what she had done wrong – but no sooner had she thought it, than a hundred possibilities occurred to her. She had said something too intelligent. She had been insufficiently fun to fuck. She hadn’t dressed sexily enough. She had done a bad job sucking Charles’ cock, or had dribbled too much of his cum onto her tits. She had crawled too slowly on their last walk, or she hadn’t looked slutty enough while masturbating.
There were a million things wrong with her, she now understood, despite Charles’ best efforts to fix her.
For this outing he had put her blonde hair in pigtails, and dressed her in a tiny skirt that was little more than a belt, and a strip of pink fabric across her tits that covered her nipples and little else. He led her by her clit leash from the car and up the stairs to Adam’s offices.
When they got there, Adam greeted Bella by grabbing her tits and pulling on them, making Bella almost fall over. Then he took his cock out.
“Suck the nice man’s cock, Bella,” said Charles, as if she were a well-behaved animal – and she must have been such an animal, because she did as she was told, falling to her knees and obediently sucking on Adam’s cock.
When he reached orgasm, he deliberately pulled out of her mouth, and ejaculated across her face, leaving her smeared in cum.
“Now, today, Bella,” said Charles, leading her to the couch, “we’re not actually going to do any counselling. We’re just going to do some paperwork that Adam has prepared for you.”
“Paperwork?” said Bella, dumbly – and then squealed, as her collar shocked her. Too many syllables.
“What… paper?” she tried again.
“Here, look,” said Charles. Adam had placed the papers on the low table between the couches, and Bella could see them from her kneeling position.
“These are adoption papers,” said Charles. “They’re going to make you legally my child, for all purposes. I’ll be your father, and your legal guardian.”
“But… I’m an adult!” objected Bella. “And… you fuck me… you’re my boyfriend…”
“I’m your *owner*, Bella,” replied Charles. “Look at you. You’re basically an animal. You need someone to own you, don’t you?”
Bella was so confused. She didn’t understand why this was happening. Cum was dripping from her face and her cunt was wet.
“And as for being an adult… well, look at this one,” Charles said. “This is a declaration that you’re mentally incompetent. It says that you’re not intelligent enough to make decisions as an adult, and you need someone to make them for you. Specifically, me.”
Adam had sat down on the couch opposite. “It just means you’re legally too stupid to think, Bella,” he said. “It’s just stating what we already know.”
Charles was pressing a pen into her hand. “Just sign there, and there, sweetie,” he told her.
“No,” Bella objected. “This is wrong… I…”
“Bella, honey, I can’t force you to sign these,” said Charles. “That would be wrong. But I think you do want to sign them. Let me prove it.”
He pulled her up from the floor by her clit leash, and manoeuvred her over to his lap, where he had his cock out. He gently eased her down onto it, until she was sitting in his lap, his cock pushing up and into her fuckhole. It felt good. Then he gently began to bounce her on his cock, and she sighed with happiness.
“Adam, slap her tits while I fuck her,” said Charles. “She likes it.”
Adam obligingly stood, and began to slap Bella’s newly oversized tits, making her squeal with pain.
“Now, I’m just going to bounce you like this for half an hour, Bella,” said Charles. “But I’m not going to let you cum. Not unless you agree to sign the papers. If you want to cum, you just have to sign the papers. Otherwise we’ll just keep fucking like this, and you won’t get any release.”
Half an hour without cumming? Half an hour of having her tits slapped? Bella couldn’t think straight. She was such a slut. Charles would get his way in the end anyway. Charles knew best. It was all Bella’s fault – if only she hadn’t cockteased her boss into raping her, none of this would have happened. She would never have had to apologise to Charles, and she would never have had to be “fixed” the way Charles had fixed her.
She bounced, and moaned, and Adam slapped at her breasts. Her tits hurt, and her cunt felt so good.
She wanted to cum. How long had it been?
She asked Charles. “How long have we been fucking, sir?”
He laughed. “Only three minutes, Bella.”
Three minutes? She hurt so much. She needed to cum. She couldn’t do this for another….
She realised she couldn’t do the maths. Or rather, her brain didn’t want to. Being clever got her in trouble. Being dumb made Charles happy. She didn’t want to know the difference between three and thirty. She just knew it was a lot.
There was nothing for it.
“Please, sir, I’ll sign,” she said. “Just let me cum.”
Adam lifted the papers up for Bella, on a clipboard, and she signed in all the places he mentioned – her new signature, with a little love-heart next to it.
And then Charles intensified the pace of his fucking, and Adam grabbed her tits and really yanked on them – up and down, hard – and in moments Bella was cumming against her owner’s cock.
“Thank you, sir,” she babbled. “I’m sorry, sir. Thank you, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
“There’s a good slut,” said Charles. He had cum too, and Bella’s pussy was leaking semen as he pushed her off him, back down to the floor. He pulled her head back around so that she could suck him clean.
“And now that you’ve signed those, they’ll give me the power to sign the rest of these on your behalf,” said Charles. “What have we got, Adam?”
“This one transfers all of Bella’s money and assets into your possession,” said Adam. “She’ll own literally nothing, and you’ll be in charge of it all. It does leave her debts in her name, though, just in case she ever tries to run away.”
“Excellent,” said Charles, and signed.
“This one changes her legal first name to ‘Bimbo Big-Tits Bella’,” said Charles. “You can still call her Bella, but it’ll just be a little extra fun for her any time she has to legally prove her identity.”
“I love it,” said Charles, and signed.
Bella was starting to struggle a little as she heard this conversation, but Charles put a hand on her head and held her down on his cock.
“These are letters to her schools and university asking them to formally revoke her educational qualifications. Once these are done, the formal record will show she never even graduated primary school.”
“Perfect,” said Charles, and signed the letters.
“And this document will have Bimbo Big-Tits Bella registered in the government database of dogs,” said Adam. “No real legal effect, but it will give you a nice certificate you can frame that formally identifies her as a bitch and has your name in the ‘owner’ space. I have a vet friend that will microchip her, if you want.”
“Absolutely, let’s do that,” said Charles, and signed.
Adam looked across at Bella. “Aren’t you lucky to have a daddy who does all this for you, Bimbo Big-Tits Bella?” he asked. “Nod your head if you love sucking your daddy’s cock.”
Bella knew that nothing other than agreement was acceptable. She nodded, with her mouth full of her new adoptive father’s cock.
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When they got home, Charles showed Bella some photos of the way she had once been – her brown hair, her baggy clothes. He showed her posts she had made where she called dyed blonde hair “whore in a bottle”, and where she had called big-titted women “porn cows”.
Bella didn’t recognise that woman anymore. That woman had been a lie. Charles had shown her who she really was. The whore was her. The porn cow was her.
Once, she had been scared that Charles would tell all her friends that she had fucked her boss. She had been scared of them seeing her with a tattoo, or with blonde hair. She was worried they would think she was a hypocrite – or, worse yet, a bimbo.
But she *was* a bimbo. No one who looked at her would ever again see anything but a fuckdoll. Respect was not an option.
And so Charles set Bella up with “the project” – the final stage of her transition into the object he wanted her to be.
And it was simple. It was just a series of videos. In each one, she sat in a chair, naked, holding a pair of lacy panties that Charles had given her. Then she would name one of her friends – one of the people she had been scared would see her as a bimbo – and she would begin to recite dirty, perverted fantasies involving that person – obscene things that she wanted them to do to her – while rubbing the panties against her pussy.
Sometimes these were real fantasies she had had. Mostly they were things she invented, because Charles told her to. She told her female friends how she wanted to lick their cunts. She told her male friends how she wanted them to slap her and rape her. She told her family members how she’d always wanted to fuck them.
At the end of each video, the footage went onto a USB, and the USB went into a decorative cardboard box, along with the wet, cunty panties that Bella had used to masturbate, and then Bella mailed it to the person she had named in the video.
After having her mail the box, Charles would slap Bella’s face and tits, and fuck her, to punish her for being such a cocktease, as Bella considered the fact that there was now no one in her life who had not seen her act like a complete whore.
And from some of these videos, Bella would sometimes get replies. Charles monitored her phone and mail, so he would hide these replies from Bella. When someone expressed interest in fucking Bella, Charles would tell them they could do it, for the low price of a thousand dollars. He would bring them to a room where Bella was bound and blindfolded, and they could do whatever they wanted with her. Bella would never know who was fucking her – only that it was someone that she knew. They would rape Bella – and Bella would inevitably orgasm, despite not knowing whether her sexual partner was a man she liked, or a man she hated, or even a family member.
She would never know who had and hadn’t fucked her. Anyone she spoke to in her life might have had their cock in her pussy (or their cunt on her face, for more than a few of her customers were female).
And of course, despite the fact that Charles arranged these sessions of prostitution, Bella was still obliged to apologise to Charles for each person that she fucked. He would only accept apologies in the form of new degradations. Bella had to think of new things that were more humiliating and perverse than anything she had yet done – and over time, she became quite creative at these.
She ended up making far more money in sex work than she ever had at the office, so in time Charles had her resign, and make being a sex toy her full-time job.
And that night, after returning home from her final raping by her former boss, and settling into the blankets in the dog cage that Charles forced her to sleep in, Bella realised that she truly was sorry – sorry that she had ever pretended to be something other than the bimbo that she truly was.
And it was something that she would need to keep apologising for, for the rest of her life.
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