Megan, the sweet slut blonde

You shake your head looking at Erin "I think... maybe your boss is more qualified than I am, to turn you into a greater fuck pig."

Erin's eyes flutter with disappointment. But Jessica's beam with excitement.

You turn your attention to Jessica "She's yours now. Do with her whatever you wish. Just make sure it's hard."

"Yes sir." Jessica answers. Erin, inevitably knows you've found a better, more willing, more eager plaything. You're sad to be moving on. But you know Jessica will make her quite happy. She walks over the your girlfriend, or rather, ex-girlfriend, and gives her long hair a rough pull. "You're mine, pig" She smiles.

"What about?" Megan asks, watching whats happening with a newly discovered sense of excitement.

"You're mine." you smile. And she smiles too. There's no question about it. She wants to be yours. "Come with me." you order. She nods, gathering up her clothes.

These adorable girls, you think, so eager to be fuck pigs, but so clueless at the beginning. "What are you doing?" You ask. She looks back at you confused, your cum dripping down her massive, lovely tits. "You only wear clothes when I tell you to. And that's not going to be very often."

Her eyes jet to the ground. "Yes sir. I'm sorry sir." That's better, you think. "But sir..." she goes on. "We're going outside. What if people see me?"

You explain with a gentle touch. "People will see you. And people will know that you're a fuck pig. I want you to understand. Everyone will know. Everyone you know will know. Some will say something about it. Some will take out their cocks for you once they know. But most people will just pretend like nothing is happening, but they'll all know."

She nods, trying to process what you're saying. "My family..."

"will know."

"...my church group..."

"will know."

"...my priest..."

"..has balls that need licking just like every other man. Understand?"

Megan nods. You're not sure if her expression is fear or excitement. Maybe both. Maybe once the fear goes away, the excitement is never as much fun.

And so you take her out of the building, into the great outdoors, naked, cum-covered, her amazing body and mousy disposition for all to see.

But few do see, and those who do don't do anything.

So she directs you as you drive her home. She doesn't say anything on the trip. Maybe she's scared. Maybe she's shy. Maybe she knows not to speak unless given permission.

"It should be quite fun for you to see who is the first person you know who will, not only recognize you as a fuck pig, but demand that you please them.

"Yes sir."

"It could be someone totally unexpected."

"Yes sir."

"Want to make a bet?"

She doesn't immediately respond. You'll work on that. There's lots of time. "I'm sorry sir, I don't really gamble.... it's a sin."

Oh, you think to yourself, It's going to be beyond fun turning this one into something evil. Even after all she's been through, she's still trying not to sin.

Finally you get to her place. And go inside. It's a nice clean little apartment. Sweet and unassuming just like the girl who lives there.

The girl who's lip starts to quiver when she sees that you're leaving. But you have to leave. You have to plan your next step with Megan.

"Before I go..." you begin. Her eyes light up. She's so eager to please. "...say a prayer for me."

She nods. "Yes sir. While you fuck me?"

But you shake your head. "No. Just while I watch. Just like you would at the end of the night."

Megan bites her lip. "Okay Sir." She kneels "Lord, thank you for all the blessings you've bestowed upon me today. Thank you for your grace and your kindness. Thank you for your son who died for my sins. Please give me peace and comfort. Please spread your love and grace on those who don't have it, and accept them and guide them." then she shoots you a playful smile. "and please forgive me for.... most of the things I did today."

What a lovely, innocent, not-so-innocent little fuck pig to-be, you think. You hope she has a peaceful sleep. She won't expect it when you wake her up tomorrow morning, beating at her door, telling her that the first day of her submissive eternity is about to begin.

The next morning, she looks groggy as she opens the door, like she's getting over a hangover brought upon by a day she isn't even sure really happened. Her hair is a mess. She wears a pair of frumpy pajamas. She doesn't know that it's her duty to present herself for sex at all times. She'll learn. She'll learn what a depraved whore she is, right now.

You smile. "Spread your legs dear. I have your first fuck of the day."

She looks confused. But slowly, slutty eagerness starts to wash over her face. The realization that this is happening. And it's never not going to be happening.

"Want to see?" You ask.

She bites her lip and nods.