Bianca has tied up Amy for a special guest

After such a humiliating night and a rough fucking Amy would never have believed she could sleep soundly, but for once she didn't toss and turn and dream of naughty things. Instead she slept like a baby and woke only when an airhorn when off next to her ear.

"Oh my God, it's true! The cartoon's got it right! You went like a foot off the bed!" Bianca cackled, bent over in hysterical laughter.

Amy glared and opened her mouth to say something, only to realize that her mouth was already opened and was stuffed full. "oomph?" was all she managed to say.

"Aw. Cat got your tongue? Oh wait, those are your granny panties. I took the liberty of stuffing a few in your mouth while I was cleaning out your wardrobe," Bianca said, waving to the side. Amy's eyes followed the gesture and she saw several bulging garbage bags next to her dresser. The drawers of the dresser were partway open, and the two she could see into looked like they had nothing in them.

"It's about time we got you a proper wardrobe. I'm thinking little girl and little boy clothes," Bianca giggled, then turned to a laptop. "In fact, while I was waiting for Pete to arrive I was torn between watching your video and shopping. I did a bit of both."

Amy barely listened to Bianca's words as another issue came to her attention. Not only was her mouth stuffed full of her own panties and her dresser ransacked, but her arms and legs were spread apart. No matter how hard she yanked she couldn't budge them.

"...will have tons of followers by the end of the day after it uploads," Bianca finished, then glanced at her. "There's no sense struggling. I tied you myself, and those awful clothes of yours were probably from the eighteen-hundreds, so they'll never break. Besides, Peter said you should be immobilized in case you had some aversion. Purely for your own safety, of course."

"Mmh!" was all Amy could say to that, but a knock on the door interrupted her impassioned argument.

"Is this her?" asked a thin man who stared at Amy, who realized all of a sudden that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Her cheeks flamed.

"Peter!" Bianca exclaimed with what seemed like joy.

"Hello B. Is this her?" he repeated.

"Oh come on, P, is that how you greet me?"

The man winced, and with great **** dragged his eyes from Amy's petite figure.

"Don't call me P," he grumbled.

"Aww, but it's me. Baby B," Bianca pouted, and slinked her way over to the thin, older man. Peter, who was probably in his late 20's, flinched away from Bianca as she pressed herself against him. For the first time Amy realized that Bianca was wearing the sluttiest outfit she'd ever seen her in. The top was basically a half-bra with as much of her bountiful breasts exposed as she could while still getting support from the cups. She wore a microskirt that barely covered her privates, garters snaking out to support a pair of fishnet hose that disappeared into a pair of fuck-me heels that were at least four-inches in height.

"Don't you remember me? When I was just a girl in grade school you were constantly coming over to hang out with my brother when he was in high school. You'd invite yourself to all kinds of sleep-overs in spite of the fact that my brother didn't really like you. Then one day I started developing breasts. And you stopped. Why did you stop coming to see me, P?"

Peter looked like a slug was nestling up against him instead of a woman that looked the way that Amy always wanted to look. "Is. This. Her." he managed to grate out.

Bianca pushed herself away from the gaunt man with a sneer, came over to Amy. Her hands trailed over Amy's leg, and over her skin toward her breasts.

"Isn't she wonderful? No breasts, no hair. She looks like such a little girl, except maybe a little too tall. But oh well. Do you know how much she loved it last night when she seduced two older men and begged them to fuck her silly?"

Amy's eyes widened even as Peter's face winced. Bianca pressed a button on her laptop and sounds from last night began playing. She turned the screen toward the man.

"That's.... turn it off!" Peter snapped, looking at it for a moment and then away again.

"Awww.... Just because she's not a virgin? I know you like virgins. Maybe you can pretend she's a virgin when you fuck her."

"Mmph?" Amy looked from one to the other in alarm.

"That's right, baby. I knew you'd need another dick splurting it's baby batter up into you. Maybe if you're lucky he'll use your ass. You like that the best, don't you? But no, Peter's all about the pussy. The sweet, unused, hairless pussy."

"I didn't come here for.... You said..."

"Alright then. To business," Bianca said calmly, her long nails scratching over Amy's flat chest, toying with her rock hard nipples before tugging hard on one of them. "Do you see these blood-filled, lust-engorged nubbins of joy here? Would you believe that this little slut, who likes nothing better than to go to sleep with men's cum on her face," Bianca waved toward Amy's face, reminding the girl that she'd had men's semen all over her face when she fell asleep. "This sweet little slut woke up with soft nipples."

"So?" Peter asked with a sour look on his face, clutching a doctor's bag to his chest.

"So?" Bianca repeated coldly. "So she promised that she would keep these nipples hard all night."

"Well they're hard now."

"Of course they're hard now," Bianca snapped like he was the stupidest person she knew. "She's naked and there's a man in the room with what she believes to be a working cock. There's the promise of her getting her little cunny or shitter stuffed with a big giant dick that'll shoot a gallon or so of love juice into her. She can't help but have her nipples become tight little spikes of lust whenever there's the chance that she'll get fucked."

Amy felt her face heating as embarrassment swamped her.

"Just look at how juicy her whorish cunt is," Bianca thrust a finger inside Amy's vagina, and the smaller girl arched her back, involuntary sounds of ecstacy coming out of her panty-packed mouth. "The girl lives to be a cock-recepticle. But she disobeyed me, and she must never be able to do so again."

"Right. So I'm going to fix that how?" he asked with a skeptical expression.