The local dive

"Oh fuck Stacey, you outdid yourself with these. Those lips are beautiful and that cumbucket knows how to use them. 'Everyone knows' gave me the best idea too..."

Stacey grinned, clearly on the same mental wavelength.

"Hey," you say to the cum-blasted Krissi. She turned towards you but didn't directly acknowledge you, only just coming downed from her initial high off your cum, "Hey Cocksleeve! Listen up!"

She shook her head and mumbled an acknowledgement. Then, as if only just realizing what she'd done she started trying to wipe the cum off her face and shirt. You shook your head at the futile, embarassed effort.

"You're going to have a nice night out at McClure's, slut," you said, naming the town's sleazy but popular dive bar, "It's lady's night tonight so you'll get some cheap drinks too!"

Krissi started to cry. "Please," Krissi said, "please stop this. I'm not a girl, I'm not a whore, I don't want to suck anyone's cock, I don't want to be dressed up like a girl and **** to do whatever you want, please stop!"

For a brief moment you were almost moved. But that little spark of sympathy gave way in an instant to a new, even more perverse idea.

"Wow Stacey. That's a touching speech Krissi Gave. Maybe we should have some mercy now, let her go. What do you think?" you said.

"Master, I think we should punish this idiot fucktoy even more for having the temerity to whine," she replied with an evil smile.

"Then why don't you add one more marker twist while you get her dressed for her night out?"

Krissi, still sobbing softly, followed Stacey obediently to your bedroom. They stayed in there a while. That was no problem, you knew Stacey must be getting Krissi made up and decked out. You were soon proved right.

"Show off your new look for master, skank"

Krissi walked out, like a model on the catwalk strutting her stuff. She worse a blousey crop-top that de-emphasized her flat chest but showed off her slender belly, 3-inch platforms that she walked in as if she were born to it, and best of all a pair of painted-on white jeans. They hugged her lush ass and showed a little bit of jiggle with her every step. A little fringe of lacey blue poked above the back of the jeans, and you recalled the pair of skimpy panties Stacey owned that must account for it. And there, as she spun around, you caught the faintest hint of her bulge in front.

Her face was made up, not garish but definitely the sultry look of a girl looking for action. Together with her new face it made her look porn star hot.

After a short and quiet car ride you arrived at the McClure's parking lot. It was busy, you could hear noise and music from inside.

"Listen, whore, we'll give you another chance. If you can stay one hour without gagging on some stranger's cock, we'll undo everything we've done for you and let you go. You'll go to the bar and try to exercise some self-control. We'll grab a booth and see how you do. Got it?"

Krissi nodded, grim but determined. Her spirit wasn't broken.

Yet.