Dredd Bred

“You know you used to make me wear this outfit when I first started here,” Candy reminded Dredd. “Do you remember?”

Dredd nodded, the memories flooding back, of the first time Candy had been paraded around the club, her body on display for all to see and use. It was important that the new girls were comfortable in sexy costumes… and Dredd always fucked the new girls in this very outfit.

“Oh look how excited you are! You do remember!” Candy laughed.

Drew nodded, the memory of watching Candy in this very outfit stirring something within her. It was a jealous arousal that had her pussy begging for attention. She hated that she was now the one in the submissive role, but she couldn't deny the allure of the situation.

"Good, now let's introduce you to the customers," Candy said, his voice taking on a more dominant tone. “This way, slut.”

He grabbed her hand and led her out of the office and into the bustling club. The lights were dim. The club's patrons, a mix of workers, businessman, and other unsavory characters, turned their heads to stare at the new addition. Dredd felt their eyes on her, hungrily devouring every inch of her exposed flesh, and her cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal. Everyone was taller than her. Her clothes were too revealing. And she was extremely conscious of her curves, her swaying breasts and hips, her rounded ass. Her new sex, tingling with anticipatory delight, her nipples also erect and sensitive.

The music was loud, a pulsating beat that made her new body want to move in ways she'd never thought possible. The scent of **** and sweat, filled the air. She felt the vibrations of the bass in her chest, her heart racing in time with the rhythm. Candy led her through the maze of tables, the men's eyes following them like predators eyeing prey. The closer they got to the stage, the more she could feel the heat from the lights, the more her anxiety grew. She was scared. She felt tiny. Like a… woman.

As they reached the stage, Candy gave her a little push, sending her stumbling onto the catwalk. She had to grab onto the railing to keep from falling over in her ridiculous shoes. The crowd erupted into a cacophony of hoots and whistles. She felt like she was going to be sick. “Strip!” Candy mouthed.

The music began to play, a slow, sultry number, coaxing her into sensual movement. She took a deep breath, and began to sway her hips, trying to channel the confidence she’d seen in the other girls. She reached for the buttons on her blouse, popping them open one by one with shaking fingers. The fabric parted to reveal her new, perky breasts, the nipples already hard and sensitive. The crowd leaned in closer, their eyes greedy, their mouths watering. She felt excited as she titilated the crowd, her heart pounding with every inch of skin she exposed.

The cool air kissed her flesh as the blouse fell away, leaving her in just the skirt and the shoes. Drew placed her hands on her hips, arching her back and thrusting her chest out. The men below her were entranced, their eyes glued to her every move. With a dramatic flick of her hair, she began to shimmy the skirt down her legs. It was a slow, torturous process, each inch of revealed skin driving them wilder. Her hands slid over her thighs, covering her pussy as the fabric lowered. She could feel the heat radiating from their stares, a thrill coursing through her that she never knew she could experience. She kicked her skirt into the crowd, watching as eager hands fought to grab it.

She still covered her sex as she kicked off her shoes.

Dredd looked down at the eager faces, feeling a strange power in her vulnerability. She was now naked. She took her time, savoring the moment, knowing that this was just the beginning of her new life as a bred slut. She stepped closer to the edge of the stage, her bare feet feeling the warmth of the lights. The music grew louder, more intense, and she felt it in her bones, urging her to move, to show them what she had to offer.

Her hands slowly slid towards her thighs, her fingers still hiding her sex. The crowd was alive with anticipation, their eyes locked onto her every move. She slid her dingers down just enough to tease the crowd with a glimpse of her wet pussy. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her body betraying her with every beat of the music. With a seductive smile, she began to slide the hands down, inch by torturous inch, revealing the soft folds of her sex to the leering men.

Their cheers grew louder, egging her on. Dredd’s heart was racing, but she didn’t stop. This was what she was now, a breeding slut, a toy for their pleasure. She was completely exposed. The lights glared down on her, making her feel both **** and powerful. Her clit was hard and throbbing, aching to be touched, to be used. But she knew that would come later. For now, she was the tease, the appetizer before the main course. Then Candy threw a dildo onto the stage.

It was thick and long, the kind that made even the most seasoned sluts whimper. Dredd looked at it, her stomach fluttering with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never used one before. Candy mouthed, “Make them want you, slut."

Tentatively, she picked it up, feeling the weight of it in her hand, the cool, lifelike material against her palm. She knew what she had to do. The music changed to something more upbeat, a rhythm that made her hips sway involuntarily. She began to stroke the dildo, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked onto the audience. The crowd roared, their hunger palpable.

Leaning forward slightly, Drew parted her glossy lips and took the tip of the dildo into her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the plastic. It was strange, but not unpleasant. She sucked it gently, feeling it grow wet with her saliva. The men below watched in rapt attention as she worked the shaft with her tongue, the strokes growing bolder and more confident.

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, she dropped to her knees and spun around, her ass and pussy now on full display to the eager crowd. She heard gasps and catcalls as she placed the dildo on the stage and reached behind her to spread her cheeks. The power she had over them was intoxicating.

With a wink at Candy, she began to lower herself onto the dildo, the thickness of it making her new body stretch and protest. She took her time, feeling every inch of it fill her up as she slid down. The crowd's roars grew deafening, their eyes glued to the obscene sight of the slut impaled on a toy.

Dredd's pussy was tight around the shaft, and she could feel herself growing wetter with each movement. The dildo was a stark reminder of her new reality, a symbol of her new purpose. She started to rock back and forth, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. It was humiliating, but she couldn't deny the sensation.

The crowd below her watched with rapt attention, their eyes glued to the sight of her taking the dildo. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through her, each gasp and moan she emitted only making them more eager. She felt the breeding urges growing stronger, her pussy clenching around the plastic invader. She wanted real cock. She looked out at the crowd and they knew exactly what she wanted. They wanted to give it to her.

Her hands reached behind her, her fingers finding her own pussy, her clit now a swollen button of need. She began to rub it in time with her movements on the dildo, the sensation overwhelming. It wasn’t long before she was bucking and writhing, her body betraying her as she reached a peak of pleasure she had never known before. In public in front of strangers. It was humiliating, humbling and it intensified her orgasm acutely as she started to cum loudly and wetly.

Her moans filled the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the cheers of the men below. She could feel their eyes on her, their cocks hard and demanding. She knew she was just getting started. The breeding urges were now in full ****, demanding that she be filled with hot, sticky cum. She looked out at the crowd of men feeling like she was a pet wanting to be bought by a new owner as she gasped and sweated in need.

“Drew here is to be auctioned!” Candy anounced over the PA. “This is her first night. Who wants to take her virginity… such as it isnt…? Do I hear two hundred dollars?!”

The crowd's excitement grew to a fever pitch. Hands shot up, bids flying through the air like a frenzied stock market. Dredd’s heart raced, her body trembling with the reality of what was happening. She was being sold like meat. She idly fucked herself, looking at the biders hopefully.

"Two fifty!" one man shouted, slapping a table. He was tall, handsome and hispanic.

"Three hundred!" another man, slightly shorter, but broad and muscular, with a shaved head, raised his hand.

Dredd's eyes darted from one bidder to the next, her heart racing. The thought of being claimed by any of these men was exhilarating. She felt small and exposed, like a piece of property, but the breeding urges within her were too strong to resist. Her body craved it, needed it. She continued to rock back and forth on the dildo, her hand working her clit feverishly as the bids grew higher.

"Three fifty!" The hispanic man countered, his eyes never leaving Dredd's. She felt a strange attraction to him, his confidence and dominance sending a thrill through her.

"Four hundred!" The bald man was getting impatient, his hand slamming down on the table with each bid.

"Four fifty-five," the hispanic man replied coolly.

The bids continued to climb, each number a new notch in the excitement building within Dredd. It was as if her body knew that the higher the price, the more they would want to use her, to claim her as theirs. The thought was exhilarating.

"Five hundred!" The hispanic man's voice was smooth as velvet, cutting through the din of the club like a knife.

The room fell silent for a moment, the anticipation thick as the air grew still. The bald man glared at him, his jaw tightening, but then he conceded with a smirk. "You can have her," he said, leaning back in his chair, "but she'll be back for more, mark my words."

The hispanic man grinned, a wolfish expression that sent a shiver down Dredd’s spine. He knew he’d won. He had bought her. He was her master for the night.

Candy quickly approached, snapping a collar around her neck and attaching a leash. Dredd felt a strange sense of submission, a thrill she never knew she’d experience, as the man took the leash and led her off the stage. She stumbled along, her legs trembling from the recent orgasm. The crowd parted for them, making way for their new champion.

The hispanic man, her new master for the night, led her through the dimly lit club to a private alcove. The air was thick with lust and the faint scent of sweat. She could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her, their desire for her palpable. The leather of the collar was cold and unyielding against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat emanating from her pussy.

Pedro sat in a plush chair, his eyes never leaving hers as he beckoned her closer. She could see the excitement in his gaze, the hunger for her body. He was a handsome man, with dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. Dredd felt a strange sense of comfort in his dominance, as if she knew she would be taken care of, used to her fullest potential.

He wasted no time, his hands reaching for her hips and pulling her closer, the leash tightening around her neck as he brought her to stand between his legs. She felt the warmth of his body against her, his cock straining against his pants. Without saying a word, he reached up and unclipped the leash, letting it fall to the floor.

Pedro stood, his height towering over her. He grabbed the dildo she’d been fucking herself with and tossed it aside. With surprising gentleness, he cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head back to look into her eyes. The breeding urges within her grew stronger, begging for his touch. She leaned into him, her body craving his.

With a smirk, he reached out to fondle her new breasts. They were small but firm, the nipples hard and begging for attention. He leaned down and took one in his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. Dredd moaned, her knees threatening to give out. She’d never felt anything like this before, the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

He walked her backwards, his mouth never leaving her neck, until she felt the cool leather of the chair behind her. He undid his pants, his cock swinging free as he lifted her up, her legs spread wide open for him, his hipd between her thighs, his cock now free from his pants. It was thick and veined, standing proudly before her. Dredd had never seen a cock so big before, but the breeding urges didn’t care. They demanded she take it all.

Pedro’s hands gripped her hips, his eyes dark with desire. He didn’t ask for permission, he didn’t need to. Dredd’s body was begging for it. With one swift thrust, he impaled her on his cock, filling her to the brim. She screamed in pleasure, the feeling of being so completely filled overwhelming her senses. The distant crowd’s cheers from the next girl on the stage echoed in her ears, mixing with the sound of her own moans.

The breeding urges grew stronger, demanding more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. He began to fuck her, hard and fast, his cock pistoning in and out of her tight, wet cunt. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, as he claimed her, as he took her virginity as the new slut she was. The pain was intense, but it was a sweet pain that only added to the pleasure. She was ecstatic. She was being bred!

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream as he took her, his hips slapping against hers with each thrust. She felt like she was going to split apart, but she didn’t care. This was what she was made for. This was what she craved. Grunts and moans that filled the small space.