A WHORE IS BORN CH - 03

The General sat back in his chair, exhausted from anally raping poor Katie. He took out a hanky from the breast pocket of his army jacket, mopped the sweat off his face and looked over at her. Katie had dutifully remained on all fours, waiting for her next order, wondering what further act of depravity the General had in mind. The General meanwhile sat back and marvelled at Katie's poor abused bottom, his spunk could be seen dribbling out of her anal hole down on to her stocking clad legs. Anally raping a poor bitch was hard work these days, he thought that especially as one got older. And it was rare to come across a bottom of such beauty and perfection (although we are about to hear about a few other women who possessed beauty that was arguably on a par with Katie). As a result of this bitch's beautiful arse, the General's dick refused to go soft. Despite having already cum twice in the bitch's body, the General still craved more. And, bearing in mind what was in store for Katie later that day, the General realised that he may not get another chance to sample her young body. For today at least that is. As such, he needed to avail of every opportunity to abuse her. For a minute or so, he gently rubbed his dick as he looked over at the poor bitch. Meanwhile, Katie, on all fours, could still look into the dividing mirror that was directly in front of her. She could see the General sitting behind her, legs spread wide, smiling as he masturbated. She knew then that her body was still required. She shivered, both in fear and desire for, whatever he asked her to do, she would have no choice other than to obey. After a few minutes, the General finally spoke. “Bitch, come over here and kneel between my legs.” Katie turned around so she was facing the General. Looking up at her Master, in the fashion of an obedient dog, she crawled over to where he was sitting. She stopped when her face was just inches away from his groin. She then sat up and placed her dainty little hands on his splendid pole, replacing his, and gently started to rub him. “Daddy, what do you want me to do now? Do you want to fuck my little pussy. Do you want to fuck your little girl's tight pussy?” Katie assumed that having already taken her arse and mouth, the General would want the complete set of holes and would want to take her cunt. The General looked down at the poor bitch, noticing her tits shaking up and down as she rubbed him off. She was licking her lips, no doubt excited about the idea of having her tight pussy stretched by his enormous weapon. But the General had other ideas. Other dirty ideas. He was tired from anally raping her and had no desire to do any further work. He could of course ask her to sit on him and ride him cowgirl style. He would like that he thought that watching the bitch fuck him, her tits bouncing up and down as she gave herself the pleasure she so desperately sought. However, her needs were of zero consequence to him. He thought it much more fun if she was forced to suck his cock after it had been up her ass. The General was fond of a little ass-to-mouth action and, often when fucking a girl's arse, rather than cumming in her bottom, he would remove his dick at the crucial moment and shove it down her mouth, forcing the girl to taste her arse as well as his cum. It was the kind of depraved action that was fitting for a man of his stature. “No, bitch, I am a little tired, so whilst we make our way to our final destination, I would like it if you gave me a little oral relief. So, be a good girl and suck my cock until I cum, you delightful whore. Oh, and be quick about it, we are only 10 or so minutes away and I need to cum before we get there… “Driver, let's go.” And with that the General sat back and waited for the bitch to perform her whore like duties. Katie initially looked up at the General in shock and horror, her eyes pleaded with him for some mercy. She did not want to suck his cock after it had been in her bottom. That was disgusting and taking the depravity to a new level (again). However, when she saw his grinning face and look of pure evil satisfaction, she immediately knew there was little point in arguing with her Master. So, licking her lips, she innocently whispered, “Yes, Daddy, as you wish…” And with that she opened her mouth and allowed his massive dick to enter her mouth and in the process, for the first time in her young life, she was able to taste her ass… The General smiled in delight as the bitch performed her duties. He looked down on her and gently patted her head, just as he would when one of his dogs at home came up to him for some affection. And as his dick once more began to rekindle those warm feelings of desire, the General contemplated how well things were going. Not only had he anally raped this bitch in front of her pathetic husband, without even a murmur of dissent, she was now willing to follow it up by sucking his dick. There could be no doubt, if there had been any before, that she now belonged completely to him. And that was good, on so many levels. Good for his dick and good for business… Good for business because, in an hour or so, he was set to meet some important dignitaries from a rich, African oil state who were interested in completing a lucrative arms deal. Naturally the General was receiving a big kick-back (all illegal of course) from the arms manufacturer and, to help facilitate the deal, he was hoping that Katie's young body would help smooth the negotiations. It was actually a huge deal with a lot of money at stake and many people from this African nation would be turning up since this was also the day they expected to close the deal. To precipitate the signing, the General was going to sate these men's gross sexual appetites by offering them some succulent, white female flesh as an appetiser. However, he correctly figured that one piece of young white meat was insufficient for all these men, so he needed more. That was why he had invited Alice and Debbie along to the meeting. Debbie Mills was a 36 year old knock out young white housewife and mother. She happened to be the split of the porn goddess Jane Darling. Like Jane, Debbie had a beautiful, angelic face, long blonde hair, lovely large pert breasts, size 34-D and a body to die. But whereas Jane had blue eyes, our Debbie's were beautiful, hazel brown. She also exuded class having been born into one of London's wealthiest families, was always well turned out (she only wore the most expensive of clothes) and socialised within the top echelons of British society. Alice was an 18 year old beautiful schoolgirl. She was too an image of a porn goddess, Keri Sable. She had a stunning face and long blonde hair and, like Keri, slim in all the right places. The only difference was in the breast department, whereas the lovely Keri has lovely petit tits, Alice's were big and were the same size as Debbie's at an impressive 34-D. For someone so young and so slim, it was an impressive achievement. And both Alice and Debbie were already at the General's country retreat, two gorgeous young women, with bodies to die for, waiting to service him and his business colleagues. And that wasn't the only link between the two, for in addition to being the General's whores, Debbie happened to be Alice's mother! Both mother and daughter were completely unaware that the other was at the General's house, they had been carefully kept apart, secluded in separate rooms, waiting for their orders. And the mother at least had no idea that her young, schoolgirl daughter was a whore for big cock. Indeed she would have been mortified to discover what her daughter had become. As Katie continued to vigorously blow the General, conscience of how little time she had to satisfy him and terrified of the consequences if she failed, he took out a cigar from his pocket and lit up. Puffing away, he looked down at the poor wrench, who was once more being forced to perform a disgusting sexual act on his person and thought back to a couple of months ago when he managed to fulfil, what is still a fantasy for most men, the legendary mother and daughter combo… The Mother's Story Debbie Mills became a mother at a very young age, 18 to be precise. She had fallen in love with a young boy, Justin, who was of a similar age. They had met whilst going to church. One thing had led to another and, despite both knowing better, they had sex. Just the once, but it was enough. Debbie's parents were horrified to learn of her pregnancy, but, since they were strict Roman Catholics, an abortion was totally out of the question. So, despite being part of England's upper class where teenage pregnancies were generally unheard, Debbie was told that she would have to forgo her place at Oxford University and instead have a baby. Any social fall out could be dealt with, it was secondary to the needs of the unborn child and the will of the Lord. So, rather then take her place at Oxford, Debbie stayed at home. University may have not been on the agenda, marriage however was and, just a few months before she gave birth, Debbie got married to Justin. Three months later, Debbie gave birth to a lovely baby girl, Alice, and as her parents were rich, they happily provided moral and financial support to the young couple and their granddaughter. They settled down and, bucking the trend for teenage marriages, theirs was, and is still, a very happy one. They loved each other very deeply and adored being parents to young Alice. Their marriage was further helped by Debbie understanding, and allowing Justin to pursue his lifelong ambition to go into the army. And, with her father's connections, a place at the most prestigious army school in England, Sandhurst, was secured. So, at the age of 18, off he went to pursue a career in the army where he is still and has risen up the ranks to Major. Meanwhile, Debbie gave up any chance she had of going off to university and having a career of her own by staying at home to look after her daughter, Alice. Years passed, Justin continued to excel in the army and was being rapidly promoted. Debbie carried on caring for Alice and the lack of a career of her own was soon forgotten as, ever so slowly, England's snobby society allowed Debbie back, especially, several years later, her friends got married and started having kids of their own. As she mixed, once more, with the British social elite, she began to get involved with the type of work that was commonplace for rich, bored housewives, namely charity work. And, as a devout churchgoer (she attended church at least twice a week) she ended up doing a lot of work for them, helping out with various high profile projects. Along with caring for her daughter, this kept her busy but, as time progressed, she still found herself still strangely unfulfilled. It was not that she didn't enjoy caring for her daughter, or helping out with the Church, it was just that she felt that she had a different calling in life to one of just being a rich, glamorous housewife who helped doing the Lord's work. And this feeling remained with Debbie as the years passed and grew in intensity as Alice got older. Alice, who when she was younger relied heavily on her mother, had come to rely on her less and less as she got older. In addition to being stunningly attractive, Alice was also a very sensible, level headed girl thanks, in a large part, to her mother's upbringing. Like her mother, Alice was immersed in the teachings of the church and, having seen what had happened to her mother, she was determined not to make the same mistakes by straying into the path of evil temptation. As such, she had always stayed well clear of male contact, much to her mother's approval, and was determined only to date one man, her future husband, whoever that might be. She also excelled at school where she was determined to do well and was well on her way to go to Oxford, eager to achieve what her poor, unfortunate mother was unable. Debbie's situation was not helped by the long periods of absence of her loving husband, Justin, who was sent off to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan in Bush's “War on Terror”. So, as her daughter became ever more self-reliant, her husband hardly at home and her charity and church work, whilst fulfilling her social and moral conciseness, failed to hit the spot with what she truly wanted, poor Debbie remained unfilled with life. The only problem was what was it that Debbie needed to make her life fulfilled? That was the question that remained unanswered. With this question remaining in the forefront of her mind, it was during one of Justin's long tours of Iraq, and a couple of weeks before Alice's 18th birthday, that Debbie came across an advert in a magazine she was reading: “Attractive girls required for exclusive modelling assignments. All ages welcome. Pays well. Please send photos to…” Debbie stopped and looked at this. Normally she wouldn't pay any attention to it, she would have thought it a scam to lure women into the porn industry. However, this ad, for some reason, sparked something in her and aroused her attention. For starters, it appeared in one of the more expensive magazines you got in London that was primarily bought by London's well-to-do ladies, such as herself. Also, the ad was placed in the same section that was advertising Cartier, hardly a cheap option for some sick scam. Debbie looked long and hard at the ad, at the bottom there a company crest and the whole thing just looked too legitimate to be a scam, she thought. Maybe Debbie could alleviate some of her boredom by trying out a spot modelling? It was not the first time that modelling had crossed her mind as an option. Indeed many times people had suggested it to her as a career since she was quite the stunner. As mentioned, being a blonde beauty with the body of a porn goddess meant she was sure to be in big demand. But modelling was generally discouraged in London's high society. Already she had been a teenage mother and being a model on top of that was almost certainly going to be met with disapproval from her friends, parents and especially her husband. Justin was a conservative at heart and very possessive of her, he would not like her delicious body to be on display to photographers and the general public. But set aside all that was poor Debbie's yearning for a purpose in life. Modelling could perhaps achieve that it was a career which would allow her to display her obvious talents. It was also something that was hers, hers alone, and which did not conform strictly to the norms of conservative society that she was so heavily immersed in and which she was now finding a little constricting. Perhaps this was what she had been waiting for? Pursuing an academic or professional career was now too late. But maybe she was always destined to use her other talents, her looks and body to fulfil her needs. Maybe this was what God had intended all along and that was why, now, when her daughter was old enough, and her husband was far away, that she had seen this ad? Maybe it was all preordained that at this stage of her life, when she was at the peak of her beauty, she would become a model and bring joy and happiness in other people? Debbie still had no idea how much joy she was actually going to bring to the lives of some very wicked men. So, with her husband safely out of the way fighting a war in Iraq and unable to influence her decision, with much excitement Debbie made the momentous decision to send in some photos of herself to the address indicated on the ad. And as she prepared the envelope for posting, for the first time she noted the name of the club. The Platinum Club… [For those readers who don't know what The Platinum Club is and how it operates, or who need a reminder, please read “A Whore is Born Ch1” for a detailed explanation] It was a week or so before she received a reply. They were interested! Debbie was delighted. She had been beside herself with excitement ever since she had sent in her photos, desperate for some indication that her body would meet with satisfaction. She eagerly read their reply. First, to make sure they were both comfortable with what each other had to offer, a first round of interviews was arranged; nothing formal, just coffee in a five star hotel. Very civilised, Debbie thought that and nothing improper in what they were suggesting. Unsurprisingly, with the body that Debbie possessed, she passed this interview and was asked if she was willing to attend a first photo shoot a few days later. Debbie, readily accepted their offer, delighted that finally, she was at the beginning of her own, exciting career. And the fact that she was pursuing her modelling career surreptitiously behind her family's back, made things even more exciting. The first shoot went well. At the shoot there were four men, three of whom were middle aged and fairly non-descript looking, whilst the other was a tall distinguished looking gentleman. His slim, tall physique was in stark contrast to the average, portly look of the other chaps. He went by the name of Jack. Jack did all the talking and instructing. The others remained studiously silent, rarely saying anything, allowing Jack to take complete control. She was asked by him to model a number of outfits however she noted that whatever she was asked to wear, the lingerie and footwear, although that changed with each outfit, essentially remained the same: very high heels (no less than five inches in height), stockings, suspenders, suspender belt, high-cut French panties and a tight, see-through bra. She found this a little odd, it almost seemed like it was The Platinum Club's uniform… However Debbie did not object and actually enjoyed wearing the lingerie. These were high quality, expensive items (all Italian design bought from the shop, La Perla) and so it was natural that she would feel comfortable wearing them. And the other items were all expensive designer clothes. But the other thing she noted was that the outfits progressively got more and more revealing as the shoot went on. So much so that by the end of the shoot, she was asked to model a short, tight, black mini skirt, hitch it up, so the tops of her black stockings and suspenders were revealed and was then asked to lean forward so that the cameramen could look down her top and take pictures of her delicious cleavage. All of this she did without hesitation, for Debbie immediately fell in love with her new career. Not only did she feel excited by modelling, she found it strangely fulfilling that more and more of her body that she was asked to reveal, the more she enjoyed it. Indeed, by the end, had they asked her to reveal a little more, she would have been quite willing to do so. She was paid for the shoot and was asked to turn up again. Naturally she agreed that delighted that her body had met with these men's satisfaction. The next shoot was on a Sunday. She arrived after church and was still in her church outfit which always consisted of conservative Channel, just the type of outfit you would have expected someone like Jackie O to have worn. When she arrived, she found waiting for her the same four men. Jack once more did all the talking and she was immediately ordered to go to the dressing room where her outfit was waiting. She found that Jack was much more business like and firm with her than last time. She seemed to like it. When she entered her changing room, Jack went next door to watch her dress via the secret two-way mirror. When Debbie got inside, she found that the outfit she was being asked to model was much more revealing than anything she had modelled previously. It consisted of a one piece little black dress, black stockings, suspenders, g-string and bra. The dress, it if could be described as a dress, was ridiculously short, just about covering her pert little arse. That was of course until she put on the 5 inch black heels when she found that the bottom of her arse would be visible whenever she walked. Of course the net effect of all this was to also reveal the tops of her stockings and suspenders. The bra was a little tighter than the ones she had worn on her first shoot, so much so that it refused to contain her big tits. Her nipples, which she strangely found were erect, kept on popping out of her bra. She thought that it was ok since she would never be showing her breasts to these men. Once she was ready, she looked at herself in the mirror, licked her lips and admired her reflection. She could not remember the last time she looked so alluring and sexy. Normally she looked classy and sexy, but now she just looked like sexy. In fact, she looked like a sexy little tart, one of those women who dressed when they were determined to land a man on a night out. No, not land a man, but fuck a man she thought. She noted how her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her dress. There was nothing she could do about that. She momentarily toyed with the idea of wearing the padded bra that she had worn when she arrived, but she instantly dismissed the idea. It would not be what Jack wanted. She looked down, the dress exposed virtually all of her long, slender legs, which were wonderfully toned by the five inch high heels. The tops of her stockings were visible, even more so whenever she took a step forward. She then turned around to have a look at her wonderful little arse. God it looked great in this tight, little black number. She should dress up like this more often she thought that it was just a pity that her husband preferred her to look conservative rather than sexy. Maybe she could dress up like this when he wasn't around, she mischievously thought… She then wondered how her bottom would look with a g-string on. You see, Debbie had never worn a g-string before. When she had previously modelled for the Club, she had been given only high-cut French panties. She wondered why the change today? Maybe it was more fitting with this sexy dress? Regardless, she was curious to see how they would look. So, with much excitement, with her arse was facing the mirror, she reached back to lift her little dress up. She then saw that her arse, lovingly framed by her pretty, frilly black suspenders, was virtually naked since the g-string had disappeared between the valley of her cheeks. Her bottom looked quite beautiful, she said to herself, and she told herself off for previously never wearing a g-string. Prior to today, she had found them too uncomfortable and her husband, bizarrely, did not like them. Also, she thought they were a degrading item of clothing that ignored the comfort of the wearer and solely concentrated on the pleasure it would give a man. She was fortunate enough to be married to a man who respected her enough not to insist on her wearing such a degrading item. But now, looking at the way the piece of string nested snugly between the valley of her cheeks, she marvelled at the way this cunning invention drew the viewer's eye to the valley of a woman's arse, thus making them focus on each perfect cheek. It was in fact more revealing than wearing nothing at all. And for some reason, here, alone with these men in this film studio, wearing a g-string was taking on a whole new meaning. She felt almost liberated, like her body was fulfilling its destiny, what that ultimate destiny was, she couldn't be sure. All she knew was that by dressing like this, for these men and in particular Jack, her life somehow felt right, more complete. She then wondered whether she would have to reveal her bottom? She dismissed the idea, they probably just wanted to her to wear one in order not her panty-line not to be visible through the thin dress. Not wanting to keep Jack waiting any longer, and anxious to resume her modelling career, Debbie made her way back into the studio. She was slightly nervous with how she looked but she was still determined to model for them in her new, sexually liberating outfit. She need not have been nervous since, when she emerged, all the men were perfect gentlemen. At first, there were just three of them, Jack was still absent, they all complimented on her looks and told her that it was rare to come across a model of such outstanding natural beauty (as was indeed the case). After a minute or so, Jack emerged, coming out of the room next to her changing room. He had a content look about him (he had just wanked himself off as this young beauty had, without knowing it, stripped off for him), when he saw her, he blatantly eyed her up, much more so than the others, and licking her lips, told her she looked stunning. Pleased with the response, Debbie resumed her modelling career. At first, they just took pictures of her modelling the dress, first standing and then sitting. However, whatever pose she adopted, she always revealed the tops of her stockings and sometimes the flesh above. Jack then asked her walk back and forth, just as a catwalk model would. As she did, she found that in her heels and short dress, with each step, the bottom of her dress would flap up, revealing all of her legs and sometimes the bottom of her ass. This was even more so when Jack asked her to twirl when turning around. As Debbie did this, she felt that the men were taking pictures solely of her arse. Before she could dwell on this, Jack decided to take things one stage further. When she got to the end of the room, when she was away from the cameramen, he asked her to stop walking, turn and face them and then take the straps of her dress off her shoulders so that the top of her bra could be revealed. Things were now being escalated and understandably she was a little nervous by this. She looked at Jack, about to protest. But she could tell, by the look in his eyes, that it would be pointless. She consoled herself by the fact that he had not actually asked to her reveal her breasts so, ever so carefully since her nipples were pointing out from the top of her tiny bra, she lowered the straps of her dress. Once her dress was at the top of her nipples, a few more pictures were taken. She was asked to look seductive, which she did, and once more she felt fine. However, it was not too long before Jack wanted more and he asked her to lower the dress down a touch further. Debbie now, for the first time that day, refused an order. Silently, and nervously, looking at Jack she shook her head. Jack asked her why? She did not reply, too nervous and embarrassed to explain. He asked again, but this time a little more forcefully. Still silence. Jack once more spoke, but this time, before he did, he took a few step forwards so he came to stand a foot or so away from the poor wife. Why was she unwilling to display her bra to him, he asked? (He knew the reason since he had secretly seen her dress and knew that the bra was way too small for her massive 34-D tits). As Jack towered over the petit Debbie, she felt compelled to answer and to answer honestly. The atmosphere in the room had gone from convivial to relatively hostile. Jack's intimidating presence was not helping the situation, nor was the heavy breathing of the other three men as they waited for her to reveal her tits. So, in a desperate plea to stop this from happening, she told Jack that her bra was too small and as such her breasts and nipples were popping out. Debbie was mortified that she had to admit this. She went bright red and expected laughter from the men. Instead Jack looked at her, in a kind, fatherly manner and told her that it was all ok. The men here were all professional and had photographed many a beautiful naked woman before. He understood her concerns, she was a relative amateur in all this and if she wanted to walk away, no problem. When Debbie heard this, a wave of relief flowed through her. But this was short lived for by “walk away” she took to mean “walk away” from nude modelling but continue to model fashion but. So it was shocked when Jack curtly told her that her services would no longer be required if she was happy to stop things now. Why? She desperately asked. Because, a model had to be flexible. Do you think the likes of Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell have never shown their breasts? Jack asked her. For him, for there to be any mileage in her continuing to model, she would have to be prepared to reveal all of her body. They were not perverts after all… On hearing this, Debbie realised the awful dilemma she was. If she was to remain in Jack's employment and to continue to find purpose in her life, she would have no choice but to reveal her breasts, and everything else, to Jack. She looked down, still quite embarrassed and gently nodded her head in agreement. Then Jack took another step forward so he was even closer to her, he gently placed his big hand on to her slender shoulder and told her that everything was ok. Most models got a little nervous when they first had to reveal their breasts to strangers. And then, before waiting for a reply, he moved his hand from her shoulder, down her arms until it came to the strap of her dress which Debbie had previously lowered. He then peeled them down and off her arm. He repeated the process with the other strap. Then he moved his hand towards the top of her dress and pushed it down. In a matter of a second or two, her glorious big, married tits were revealed to his hungry, greedy eyes. Finally a man, other than her husband, was able to revel in their beauty. Once the dress was around her waist, Debbie looked down at her tits which were now completely hanging out of her bra. She saw that they were rising up and down as she breathed heavily. She was truly terrified with what was happening to her and more so because she was allowing it to happen. She noted that her nipples were erect, hard and angrily pointing up towards Jack. She knew that they had never been so hard before. She then looked up at Jack, who was looking down at her, smiling, happy with what he had just accomplished. As Debbie looked up into his cold, confident eyes she was both astonished and impressed by Jack's confidence. This man exuded a presence that she had never experienced before. Whereas Justin was kind, gentle and caring, this tall, confident man had a brutish self-confidence about him that she found oddly attractive. Jack then took a few steps back in order to take some pictures. He remained directly in front of her and thus continued to impede the other cameramen's view. As the obvious leader, he could do as he pleased. And as he clicked away, Debbie remained where she was with her dress around her waist and with her enormous married tits hanging out of her useless bra. Her face was now bright red and she was still terrified. But the whole experience was curiously making her feel hot inside. She found that revealing her breasts was actually quite exciting. She had not expected this. Yes, she was a little embarrassed, she had been concerned that a seasoned professional like Jack would not be impressed with the goods on offer. But once he started taking pictures and the way he so obviously zoomed on her chest suggested that her body had met with his approval. And Debbie found herself desperate for Jack's approval. And when she realised this, when she realised that she was pleasing Jack, well her pussy seemed to gat a little wet… As the poor wife's body began to respond to the situation, Jack told her to put her hands behind her back. She found that this was not a request, but an order and she found herself instinctively obeying. Although this inevitably meant that her tits would now be thrust out even more aggressively, it did not prevent her from doing what she was told. As she complied with her latest order, the men behind Jack could wait no more and they spread out from behind him in order to get a clear shot of this young housewife displaying her body. All the men continued to take pictures for a couple of more minutes as Debbie continued to thrust out her lovely tits. Then Jack decided to move things on. He told her to walk over to a chair, which one of the men had moments before placed in the middle of the room. She was stand so her back was facing the camera and was ordered to stop a few feet away from the chair. She was then ordered to lean forward, place her hands on the back of the chair and to spread her legs. Debbie immediately realised what effect this pose would have. As she would bend down, her tiny skirt would rise up revealing her g-stringed arse. Also, her tits would hang heavily down and, with her legs spread out, it would be quite an obscene pose, not one which Kate Moss or Naomi Campbell would be familiar with. Of that she was sure. As she hesitated, Jack repeated the order. She had to make a quick decision. Do what Jack had told her and continue with her fledging modelling career; or walk out with the result that she would carry on being a dull old housewife for the rest of her life. She so desperately wanted the former and she quickly rationalised that since these men were professional and, despite the pose being a little risqué, still no real harm could come from this. So, ever so slowly, she leant forward and placed her hands on the back of the chair. As she did, she felt her skirt rise up and she knew that they could now see the tops of her stockings, suspenders and much of the creamy white flesh above. Then she shuffled her feat so that her legs were spread. She could feel her dress rise up that bit more, so much so that cold air could be felt on the lower curves of her bottom. Jack then they asked her to thrust her bottom out. Once more she obeyed and when she did, at least half of her naked exposed cheeks were on view. She knew that the g-string she was wearing and which nestled snugly between the valley of her young married cheeks, was utterly useless in protecting her bottom from the eyes of these men. Still, the demanding Jack was not satisfied and she was ordered to reach back and lift her skirt up so that all of her bottom would be on display. At first she hesitated and her mind wondered to her husband and what he would make of all of this: here was his wife, alone with men she barely knew, legs spread wide, bottom thrust out for their cameras, her naked tits hanging down in all their glory and being ordered to reveal her married arse to them. She knew how horrified he would be. But this did not stop her and, instinctively, she reached back with her trembling hand and followed Jack's orders. Something was making her do this, she figured, and it was not the sensible part of her brain. She moved the dress up so that it rested on the top of her back, and moved her hand back to the chair so that the men had an unimpeded view of her perfectly formed arse which was lovingly framed by her black suspenders. As she did, she could hear their cameras furiously click away and the men breathing heavily. Her body was having an affect on them. At this, she was happy. And her pussy got wetter. And as the cameras clicked away, she began to ponder why her body was reacting like this, with a view to somehow rationalisng her slutty behaviour. She thought to herself that it had been so long since she had seen or had any physical contact with her husband that now, alone with these men, her body was beginning to react in a strange way. It was reacting in a way a wife's body should react when alone with her husband. But this was not right. This was wrong. Behind her, as these hot feelings started to curse through her, the cameramen were greedily devouring her arse and tits by taking pictures from all angles. One of the cameramen asked her to thrust out her arse a little more for them. Naturally she obeyed. Jack spent most of the time taking pictures in front of Debbie, it seemed that he had taken a fancy to her big tits and, when he asked her to look all alluring by licking her full red lips, she did so without hesitation. After a few minutes of this, during which she continued to feel hot and to enjoy the men's attentions, Jack finally asked her to turn around and straighten up. When she did, her dress was still bunched up around her waist. Jack again decided to take things a step further. He asked her to remove her dress completely from her body. This time, she obeyed and without hesitation. Once her dress lay in a puddle by her heels, she daintily stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. She looked down at it and realised its symbolic significance to her. Her crumpled dress represented the flag of surrender for her old conservative life and victory to a new and exciting life as a model for The Platinum Club. Now just dressed, in her heels, stockings, suspenders, g-string and bra, she presented a stunning display of womanhood to these old, perverted men. And judging by the sounds of their heavy breathing, her body had met with real satisfaction. She realised then that her modelling career had entered a new, exciting phase, one where firstly she was confident to stand as she was, displaying much of her body and, secondly, when she knew that her body was capable of causing much pleasure in other men. And this pleased her greatly. As she stood there, confident in herself, more pictures were taken. She was asked to put her hands on her hips, to look sexy and provocative, which she did to perfection. As the cameramen continued to move around her, the sound of the cameras clicking, away and the flashes of light made her feel like a real model. And even a star. Still it was just Jack who gave the orders, telling her to look into his camera, smile, blow him a kiss, lick her lips. As she obeyed every one of his orders, Debbie was loving every minute of the attention bestowed upon her. And as Debbie was feeling like a supermodel, she could hear another order from the ever domineering Jack. It was for her to turn around and slowly remove her g-string. In the haze of light, and totally immersed in her excitement, this seemed like a perfectly reasonable request. (Five or so minutes ago, it would have been met with horror, such was the rapid transformation of this young lady). So, as ordered, she turned around and once more her lovely arse was facing the cameramen and then she slowly began to peel down her g-string. As she did, Jack called out to tell her to, at all times, keep her legs together and straight, which she did, knowing full well what kind of view this would present to him. Once the g-string lay by her feet, and she was fully bent over, it suddenly dawned on her that her pussy was now also fully on display. Her married pussy. A married pussy that she had never shown to anyone other than her husband and it was now on display and being photographed. She almost came… Jack told her to remain in that position, bent over, arse and pussy all on stunning view and tits hanging down. More pictures were taken. She could look behind at the cameramen and could see them frantically clicking their cameras. She also had a perfect view of their groins and noted that each of the men was sporting a hard on. She had caused that. Again she almost came. She then saw Jack walking a few paces towards her, stopping just a foot or so away. He was now able to get an even closer view of her perfect bottom. He took one or two more pictures. The others had stopped since he was in their way and all that could be heard was the sound of the Jack's camera clicking and his heavy breathing. Then, totally unexpectedly for Debbie, Jack reached out with one of his hands and placed it on her bottom and gently stroked it. “Perfect.” Was all that he said. And this brought out a gasp of shock from Debbie for this was the first ever non-husband male contact on her person. And the feeling was wonderful. Jack's hand remained there for just a few seconds longer. He then stood up. When he did, Debbie could see that out of all the men, his hard on was the largest. By far. Jack then told her to stand up, turn around and face him. When she did, he looked down at her and licked his lips and told her how well he thought she was doing and how much of a professional model she was. Are you sure you have never modelled before, you are that good? He asked. Debbie, glowing with joy at this praise, shook her head and assured him that she was really an amateur. Jack smiled and then turned around and walked back to the men. As he did, and without even looking at her, he ordered her to remove her bra. She did so immediately since any event, her bra was utterly useless in protecting her big tits and she began to find it more of a hindrance than a help. She somehow felt that it was more natural, and more appropriate, for her to be just wearing her black heels, stockings and suspenders and to reveal fully her tits to Jack. Although this was absurd, considering that she was married, it was how she felt. When Jack got to the other cameramen, he said something to them. When he had finished, they looked disappointed and they started to pack away their equipment. As they did, Debbie remained standing where she was, half naked and thoroughly confused as she watched what was going on around her. Jack did not bother to come over to her to tell her anything so she was left wondering whether the shoot was over? Within a few minutes the three others were saying their goodbyes to her and then they left. She was now alone with Jack. As a result, her pussy started to dribble juices down the insides of her thighs. Jack then calmly put his camera down on a nearby table and walked over to a leather couch that was in the far end of the room. He then ordered Debbie to walk over and to stand in front of him. When she did, he spread his legs in order to help alleviate the tension in his groin. Katie now got an even better look at his still covered hard on. It looked gigantic. It also meant that Jack was utterly confident in this woman's presence and he did not see the need for any social niceties by doing what would be the gentlemanly thing of concealing his erection. With his legs spread, his big 12 inch dick protruding out of his trousers and the semi naked Debbie standing obediently in front of him, staring down in awe at his groin, Jack proceeded to explain to her the workings of The Platinum Club. [For further information on the workings of The Platinum Club, please see “A Whore is Born Ch 1] By the time Jack had finished, Debbie was panting with excitement. An exclusive modelling club whose sole purpose was to pleasure old, rich men! Her initial reaction was one of shock and to have nothing to do with it. But the more charming and persuasive Jack explained it to her, the more she found herself being dragged into this perverse world. The juices from her pussy were now pouring down her leg at the thought of being asked to model in various naughty ways for these old men (Jack had yet to tell her about the inevitable fuckings that would follow but did intimate that the men would often relieve themselves in front of the model). Jack went on to assure her that many a famous model would often participate in The Platinum Club as a means of getting into more mainstream modelling. Indeed, some of the members were senior figures in the fashion industry and helped facilitate a Platinum Club model's fashion career. At this Debbie was curious and asked more. Of course Jack had anticipated everything… For, on a coffee table that was right in front of Jack, there lay a plain, brown envelope. Jack pointed to it and told Debbie to pick it up. He told her that inside were pictures of a world famous model that no one outside The Premier Club had seen or were ever going to see. Debbie, hands shaking, opened the envelope, removed the pictures and took a look. The first picture she saw was indeed of a famous English model. A model whose drug antics and on-off relationship with a third rate rock star have gained notoriety throughout the world. But the picture that she looked at was like no other that she had seen of this model before. The model was wearing a tight, black leather corset which was so small that her petit tits were fully on display, nipples violently erect. She also wore black stockings, which to the black corset courtesy of black suspenders, a black g-string and a pair of patent black leather boots which seemed to have at least a 6 inch heel. The outfit this particular model could probably have worn without too much of a controversy (she has done soft erotica in the past), however it was what she was doing that made Debbie gasp and lick her lips with desire. Firstly, the model was not wearing any normal leather boots for, on each ankle, there was attached a big gold ring. Each ring was then attached to a chain that had been drilled into the floor. However, each chain was several feet away from the other meaning that the model's legs were being forcefully kept spread wide open. Debbie could then see that the model was holding on to two ropes hanging down from the ceiling which were a few feet in front of her. The net affect of all this was, by keeping her legs spread so wide and by leaning forward, it forced her wonderful bottom to be thrust out and presented to the person standing behind her. Debbie then saw who that was. It was none other than Jack. But he looked a good few years younger than he was today. And then she noticed that the model in question looked a lot younger too. She looked like she was in her teens. The pictures must have been taken some years ago, she thought. Debbie moved on and looked at the next picture, which was still front on so you could not see the model's face but not her bottom. When Debbie looked at it, she let out another little gasp of fear. She could see that Jack's arm was raised and he was holding what looked like a leather riding crop. It was poised right above the poor teenage model's bottom. In the next picture you could see that Jack's arm had come down and was now level with her bottom. The model's mouth was wide open and pain was entrenched all over her lovely face. Presumably, at that moment, the leather whip had made contact with her innocent cheeks and she was crying out in anguish. The next few pictures were fairly similar and showed Jack bringing the whip down on to the famous model's lovely teenage arse. The angle then changed, with the cameraman moving to stand next to Jack in order to take pictures of the model's whipped bottom, which at this stage, as the pictures indicated that was covered in dark, red welts. Then another step up in shock value for poor Debbie. The whipping had stopped but instead Jack had taken out his huge 12 inch cock and it was hovering over the poor girl's arse. The following pictures showed Jack rubbing his cock and, just as he had told Debbie moments before, a member of The Platinum Club was getting ready to relieve himself, which he did by emitting copious amounts of spunk and spraying it all over the abused arse… When Debbie had finished looking at the pictures, she looked up at Jack. His legs were still wide open in that arrogant manner, but he was now also grinning insanely, thoroughly enjoying the shock value these pictures were causing. Debbie in turn was shaking with fear. Her face was bright red, her mouth open and she was loudly panting. Jack then explained to her that the pictures were taken when the young model was in her teens, just before she hit the big time. No one outside The Platinum Club knows that or knows that as a result of this shoot, and a few others like it, the girl made it on to the front of Tattler in the early 1990s and a supermodel was born. In all likelihood, had she not agreed to become a model for the Club, she would never have become the supermodel that she is today. Jack then asked whether BDSM was something that would appeal to Debbie? Debbie, who could not help but to continue to stare at the pictures, without thinking nodded her head. Although she had no previous experience of BDSM, so engrossed and turned on was she by what she was looking, she had nodded her head without giving a moments thought as to the consequences. Jack, seeing how she was getting turned on, pressed home his advantage. He told her that if she too modelled in a similar fashion to the model in the pictures, he was convinced that it would open many more doors for her. And look at the advantages, you got paid well for taking erotic pictures which, in all likelihood, you will enjoy, and it opens up a new more legitimate modelling career to you. And if truth be told, this route was one of the most common means for advancement for female models and actresses these days. Debbie, who was still looking at the pictures and had not looked up at Jack, again nodded her head in agreement. Jack continued. He told her that before she made her mind up, maybe she should practice the kind of things the Club would expect her to do. Again she nodded her head, still paying more attention to what the model was doing than what Jack was saying and all the while she silently wondering what it would be like to be the one taking the caning and whether she, a conservative upper class housewife could take such a beating. Debbie darkly and secretly desperately hoped so… As she thought these dark thoughts, she heard Jack order her to put the pictures down, walk over to the couch that was directly opposite him and where she would find a box. She was to sit down, open the box and wait for further instructions. Without thinking, she again nodded her head, still looking at the pictures utterly engrossed in seeing this young girl be a sex slave for Jack. But this time Jack screamed out her name and told her to pay attention. He would not tolerate a woman who did not concentrate when he was speaking. She immediately apologised. She then realised what he had said and what she had agreed. It was true, she had not really being paying attention to him. But seeing the stern way that Jack was looking at her, she was too afraid to disagree and disobey him now. Also, her pussy was so wet, her body was in no position to resist him and, in any event, no harm could come from being showed what was expected from a Platinum Club Model. Could it? So, hands still shaking, she put the photos back on the table and walked over to the black leather couch. On it was a white box and she sat down next to it. As ordered, she picked it up and opened it. Inside she saw a huge black dildo! She screamed out in horror. She had never used a dildo before! Jack told her to take it out. Instinctively, she obeyed. She felt that by being alone with this domineering, big man, she had no choice but to obey him. So, hands trembling, she reached inside and brought out the 12 inch dildo. Jack then told her to suck it. She obeyed. She put the dildo in her mouth and started to suck it. She managed to get about three inches, which is all she ever managed with her husband, and gave it a good lick. Jack told her to suck more, today she should suck at least half, in time, he told her, she would learn to suck more. She obeyed. Another three inches went in and now she had 6 in total. Jack then told her to use one of her hands to play with her big married tits. She obeyed. She noticed how hard and long her nipples were. She had never known them to be so hard before. She flicked them and quietly moaned. She found it extraordinary that it was so easy for her to obey this man and to follow every one of his dark orders. Indeed, the more he asked her to do, the hotter she became. What was happening, she wondered? After a minute or so of sucking and tit playing, Jack stood up, erection still proudly thrusting up against his trousers and calmly walked over to stand directly in front of Debbie. He was now just a few feet away from where she was sitting and his close, towering presence intimidated her even further. It made it crystal clear to her that he expected her to follow every one of his orders. If she dared to disobey, what could she do with this big, cold man so close to her? There was now no one left to help her, all avenues of escape had been closed. She was trapped and at this man's mercy. Jack who was now looked down at the bitch with an angry, determined look, told her to spread her legs so that he could get a good look at her pussy. She obeyed. She looked up at Jack terrified. She was terrified at what he might do if she disobeyed, and equally terrified at what he might do if she obeyed (with her legs spread wide open there was nothing stopping him from dropping to his knees, taking his big cock out of his pants and raping her pussy. And there was little she could do to prevent it.) Despite knowing this, she slowly spread her legs, carried on sucking the dildo and played with her tits. And as her legs slowly parted, revealing her nicely trimmed pussy, she still could not quite believe that this happily married housewife was actually doing these disgusting, degrading things! She told herself it was because she had no choice, it was out of fear for the consequences of disobeying this man rather than because was actually taking any extreme, perverse pleasure from it all. Of course, the truth was a combination of the two. She had no choice but to obey, but it was also the case that she was taking a great deal of perverse pleasure from being forced to do whatever Jack told her. And, as she opened her legs, these true feelings betrayed her as the sound of a hot, wet pussy being opened up was clearly audible to Jack. It was now apparent to all that this kind of intimidating, non-consent type of situation appealed to this conservative housewife and Debbie, now finally recognising the truth of what she had become, groaned out loud. Jack, seeing what was happening to her, did not want to slow things down and told her to insert the dildo into her pussy. She obeyed. Debbie, who was now utterly immersed in the role of subservient whore, without hesitation followed this, lewd, disgusting request. At first she could only get the tip, so big and wide was the dildo. But, by using two hands and applying a little force, she managed to insert three inches. When she did, she screamed out and came. She came not only because of the dildo, but more importantly because she was being forced to act like a wanton whore in front of this cruel, cold man. A man, whom she hardly knew, but from whom she was now apparently willing to accept the most disgusting orders. Jack licked his lips and told her to insert more of the dildo into her naughty, married pussy. She obeyed. Still hot with desire, notwithstanding cumming, she managed to shove another three inches. She was now panting out loud. She looked up at her cruel tormentor, desperately hoping for some kind of recognition for her achievement. Of course, none was forthcoming. He just stared down at her in that same, cold determined manner and told her to get more of his dildo into her pussy. He was still not satisfied. She obeyed. Another three inches were inserted making a total of nine. Still Jack was unsatisfied and told her to insert all of his dildo to her dirty, married pussy. She obeyed. And now this poor wife, who was screaming out loud, both in pain and pleasure, had 12 inches of big, black dildo in her once innocent pussy. She had never used a dildo but before, judging by her reaction, this had clearly been a mistake. Jack then told her to fuck herself with it. She obeyed. She used both hands to fuck herself and, as she did, her big luscious tits bounced up and down in delight. Jack told her to use one of her hands to play with her tits but to continue to fuck herself with the other. She obeyed. On seeing this transformation of an innocent, good little housewife into a subservient whore, Jack confidently removed his throbbing cock from his pants and started to wank himself off for some much needed relief. On seeing this, Debbie screamed out in horror. Jack's giant cock was now just a couple of feet away from her and it looked terrifying. She started to ask herself some searching questions. How had she, in such a short space of time, allowed this cruel man to dominate her so completely that he felt confident enough to remove his penis, no cock, from his pants and allow him take his gratification so blatantly in front of her? And how could she allow herself to abuse herself like this in front of a man she hardly knew? She would never agree to act like this in front of her husband, nor would she ever allow him to masturbate over her, so why was she willing to do it for Jack? The answer, which was too terrifying for the poor bitch to fully accept, was that she was a subservient whore who was prepared to degrade and abuse herself, and allow others to abuse themselves over her, provided that the situation was right. Which meant in essence that if a man of sufficient power and persuasion was the instigator, and that he, or should she say Master, created enough fear and dominance over Debbie, she would be prepared to commit acts that in the normal course of affairs, she would never contemplate but in this situation, was quite happy to countenance. This thought truly terrified her and Debbie responded by fucking herself even harder. The shock at what she had become, rather than make her stop, actually drover her on to further pleasure her Master. Her lovely tits bounced up and down as she thrust the dildo in and out of her tight pussy. The pain and pleasure cursing through her body was immense, she was now screaming out in pleasure and tears poured down her eyes in response to the pain. She looked up at the cruel face of Jack, desperate for some sort of recognition at what she was doing for him. Of course none was forthcoming and he merely grimaced as he furiously wanked himself off. Jack who was also panting out loud, asked her whether she wanted to become a model for The Platinum Club? She replied that she did. He asked her whether she would be prepared to model whatever he asked her to model. She replied that she did. He asked whether she was prepared to model an outfit like the one model had modelled for him all those years ago, to be tied up, whipped and abused. She replied that she did. He asked her whether she was prepared to serve him and the other members? She replied that she did. He then asked her if she wanted to be a whore for the club. So overcome with desire, she replied that she did. He then told her to kneel on the floor, but to keep fucking herself with her dildo. She obeyed. As she looked up at him with those beautiful, big pleading eyes, he pointed his massive dick at her face and moved it so that it was just a couple of inches away. He then asked her whether she was a dirty fucking whore? She screamed out yes! He then told her to call herself a dirty fucking whore. She did. And when she did, Jack could not control himself any longer and he came, spraying copious amounts of his thick, creamy spunk all over her lovely face, calling her a dirty fucking whore. Debbie looked up at him, allowing her beautiful innocent face to be covered with his spunk. And as he cruelly abused her in this horrific fashion, she came as strongly as she had ever cum in her young life. The very idea that she had allowed this man to cum all over her face was all too much for this housewife and she happily sunk deeper into this man's dark world of depravity… Once both of them had finished cumming, Jack looked down at the bitch, her face covered in his spunk, there was so much of the stuff that some of it was dribbling down her chin and on to the floor. He told her to clean herself by rubbing his spunk into her face. She obeyed. He then told her to lick some of it off her fingers. She obeyed. Jack then put his cock back into his pants, zipped himself up, turned his back on Debbie and headed back towards his office. Without looking back at her to give her even a cursory glance, he told her that they were finished for the day, she was to get changed and wait for him to contact her. And that was that. Debbie was left sitting there, her face sticky with this cruel man's spunk, utterly shocked and horrified that she had allowed herself to take her first few steps into this new and dangerous world…