Cammy: His Condom Slave

Cammy was terrified of pregnancy.

It was a deep, root-deep phobia she had. She knew since when she was little that she never wanted to have kids. The thought of something growing inside her scared the living crap of out her -- the thought of giving birth made her want to puke. She knew with 100%, absolute certainty, she did not want to get pregnant.

That is why when she turned 18, she immediately began to apply for a tubal ligation. Her parents despised the idea, but knowing their Cammy they could do little to stop her, and in the end relented. Her doctors also gave her trouble, but she was nothing if not persistent and determined. But finally, at the age of 20, she got approved and underwent the procedure.

Waking up from the procedure felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders. Finally, she could put this fear of hers to rest, and live her life as a regular, college-attending girl. She was excited for this new chapter of her journey to get her degree in photojournalism, and once she had fully recovered, went out to eat at a local cafe with her best friend Samantha.

"So," Samantha said, "did it hurt?"

"Not really!" Cammy smiled, "getting your tubes tied is pretty fast and the recovery period was only a few days. Whenever I can get approved for it, I'm also going to get a hysterectomy to stop my periods. I guess my body hasn't gotten the memo that we won't be breeding..." (she made a disgusted face) "...anytime soon."

"You go girl!" Samantha giggled, then leaned in with a mischievous grin. "So... now that you can't get pregnant, what are you going to do now?"

Cammy laughed. "Welllll... I was thinking of signing up for a dating app and just looking for a... casual relationship?"

Samantha fanned herself. "Oh my god yesss, I can totally help set one up for you!"

And she probably would have been able to... if Benny wasn't listening.

You see, Benny was facing a problem: he had only recently acquired his powers, and while he'd been having fun with them, sometimes he just wanted to take a girl home, fuck her brains out, and never see her again. But if she wasn't on birth control, it could complicate things -- normally he would make the girl get an abortion, but he might be visiting an anti-abortion country, or she might still be a dependent and not able to afford it, or she could be trying for a baby and her husband would get suspicious if she tried to get rid of it. (He didn't know if his powers could be inherited and wasn't keen to find out). He wasn't always in the mood for a blowjob, titjob, or anal -- nothing beat a good cunt creampie -- so he didn't want to switch to the mouth (plus it was too much work), and he sure as shit wasn't going to wear a condom. So there he was, ruminating, as Zoe his blowjob slave gently sucked his cock beneath the table.

And then, like it was destined to be, a dumb cunt the table over just announced to him that she couldn't get pregnant.

A lightbulb went off in his head, and he pulled his dick out, his pants up, and approached the table. He let the two girls -- who were giggling and looking at Cammy's phone together -- notice him, which they did immediately. Samantha was your typical blonde dumb-looking type but with a surprising lack of chest -- Cammy, however, was quite well-endowed, and gave off a sort of "girl-next-door" vibe, only contrasted by her bubblegum pink highlights.

"'Sup bitches. What are your names?"

They blinked.

"Cammy."

"Samantha."

Benny smiled. He loved looking at confused women about to become confused property. "Okay Samantha. You're going to go to the men's bathroom and be a public cumdump and urinal for the next forty-eight hours. Tell all the men that come in that you're free use and loved to be slapped and degraded, and give them your phone number and address."

Samantha's jaw fell and her eyes widened, but a mere second later she was staring at the ground sheepishly and walking away, sighing. Meanwhile, Cammy watched dumbfounded and with an impending sense of dread that this wasn't normal and I need to leave right now. Benny turned to her, and before she could act on her thoughts or even process what he was saying, she was bent over the table and he was buried deep in her cunt. She gasped and moaned involuntarily.

Unfortunately for poor Cammy, she was an excellent fuck. She was easy to slide into and already wet and ready for him. The way her pussy tightened around his cock when he slapped her ass or pulled her hair really sealed the deal to Benny, and soon he was flooding her aching pussy in guilt-free ecstasy. Meanwhile, Cammy was struggling to understand what was happening, and was mortified that her virginity was being taken in a crowded cafe by a complete stranger, who was abusing her to no public reaction.

And also unfortunately for Cammy, that stranger would very soon become "Master".

They exited the store (with Zoe in tow) and Cammy laid down in the trunk of her new Master's car, as she came to grips with the fact she was now a sex slave. No more photojournalism degree, no more hanging out with friends: her life was now to revolve around being a nice piece of meat for her Master. She thought about Samantha being a bathroom toy for strangers and silently, tearlessly mourned for both of them -- but ultimately, she had to accept her new reality as a wet hole, and nothing more.

Although she was expecting much worse, she learned over the coming days that she wasn't just going to be a regular pleasure slave for her Master. No, instead, he was very peculiar that each slave would do exactly one thing.

And her purpose? Being a living condom.

Whenever he felt like fucking a girl in the pussy unprotected, Cammy would be in bed with them pre-aroused and pussy spread open. Sometimes she'd be on the side, or sometimes she'd be stacked on top of the other girl, and sometimes he'd swap between their cunts or make them lezz out, but the end result was always the same: he'd cum deep inside her, usually slapping her ass or pulling her (consistently dyed) pink hair. If he was feeling lazy, sometimes he'd just fuck Cammy directly -- though always with another woman in the bed, since she was a condom, not a person.

Over the coming months, Cammy would slowly forget about the life she had before. Every creampie, slap, and hairpull took her further from being a human being and closer to being the cock wrapper her Master saw her to be. And yet, even when the photojournalism, friendships, and bright future plans faded away... one thought stayed constant on her mind as the cum filled her up again and again: "Well, at least I won't get pregnant."