You Instruct Dredd

It’s strange to think that this is Dredd… the muscular black man who had you and Carly turned into bimbos and brought here. The man who had treated you both like mere toys to be played with and discarded. Your Daddy. You’d seen her transformation, you knew who she had been… but she held no power over you now. You giggled and felt a little angry.

Now, she’s the one being played with, and the power dynamics have shifted so dramatically that it’s almost comical. You can’t help but smile at the irony. You remember the way she used to look down at you and Carly, the disdain in her eyes. You were nothing but fuckpets to Dredd. Confident, controlling self assured Dredd. But now, all that’s gone, replaced with a **** hunger for cock, for pleasure, for submission. But you know Dredd is somewhere in there still, a powerful man that took pleasure in dominating women. “Do you miss your cock already Dredd?”

Her eyes flicker with anger, but she can’t deny the truth. She’s nothing but a helpless, horny little slut now, and she knows it. You feel a strange mix of pity and excitement as you continue to finger her. She’s so wet, so eager to be used, just like you are. But unlike you, she’s fighting it, trying to cling to the last shreds of her old identity. It’s a battle she can’t win, not with the pills affecting her mind so much. You grip her clit. “This was the head of your once big thick cock Dredd. A teeny tiny clit…” you twist gently, “feels good. Doesn’t it?”

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she gasps. The pleasure is intense, but you can see the struggle in her expression. She’s trying to hold onto who she was, but it’s no use. She’s a bimbo now, and she’ll crave domination, pleasure and cock like a ****. You lean in and whisper, “You were always so in control, weren’t you, Dredd? So dominant. But now look at you. Pitiful. A tiny, obedient fucktoy for anyone who wants you. So cute. So sexy. So horny. So… How does it feel?”

Dredd’s eyes flutter shut, and she moans, her body betraying her. You know she’s lost in the sensation, her mind struggling to adapt, to accept this new reality. You push in a third finger, feeling her tighten around you. She’s so wet, so ready to be claimed. You can feel her orgasm building, and you know exactly what you want from her. “You’re going to love being a bimbo slut, Dredd. You’re going to crave sex, crave cock, just like I do. Admit it!”

Her eyes snap open, and she glares at you, the last dregs of her former self-fighting to the surface. But the pleasure is too much, and she can’t hold back the moan that escapes her lips. “Yes! Yes, I love it! I’m a slut! Oh god, I’m a slut for cock!” She cries out, her voice high and needy. It’s a victory, seeing her like this, so **** and submissive. Fingering her like this greatly reduces her inhibitions and ability to assert her masculine self.

“Tell me you love your new body,” you order. You want her to say things now that she will never forget. You want to fuck with her mind. You want payback for what she did to you. She deserves this. Besides it’s turning you on.

Dredd’s eyes, now sparkling with tears, lock onto yours. She’s so tiny, so feminine. The power she once wielded as the club’s owner has been stripped away, leaving only a **** craving for pleasure. Her full, pink lips part, and she gasps, “I love it, I love it, please don’t stop!”

“Do you miss your cock?” You ask.

“Yes… I miss it, but I love this, too. I love being a slut for you, for cock,” Dredd whispers, her body writhing beneath your expert touch. You can feel the power over her as you continue to finger her, watching the former club owner become more and more **** for release.

“Do you want your old life back?” You ask.

Dredd’s eyes searched yours, a mix of longing and fear. She bites her lip. “Um… No. I want this. I want to be a slut for you.”

“Is that the truth?” You ask.

“Yes… I don’t know… no?! I’m so confused and horny. It’s so hard to think clearly. What should i think?” She moaned as you worked your fingers in her pussy, her mind swirling with conflicting desires. She is hot and wet and so responsive, panting, sweating, face flushed, new fat nipples starkly erect. Hips rocking in motion with your fingers. Moaning with need.

“I want you to always remember with longing the man you once were, the power you once held, the women you screwed over. You deserve this fate. But I want you to never forget that you were the boss of this place and now you're the lowest fuckpet here. You fucking cunt.” You accentuate each word, each demand of her with a gentle thrust and she reaches down to rub her erect little clit.

“You’re exactly where you deserve to be,” you whisper in Dredd’s ear, your voice a seductive purr that sends a shiver down her spine. You feel her body tighten around your fingers as you say the words, your grip on her new pussy relentless. Her hips buck, trying to get away from the painful reminder of her past, but you don’t let up. You want her to feel every ounce of her new reality.

“You made me and Carl into your bitches. But you’re the bitch now though. A submissive bimbo cowed with three fingers. It turns you on, how powerless you are…” you ask her.

Her eyes are wild with the intensity of your touch. She nods, unable to form coherent words. Her body arches off the couch, her new massive tits bouncing as she tries to escape the sensations. You can feel her pussy tighten around your hand, her walls quivering with the effort of holding back her climax.

"When you cum you're going to imprint on me. You know that, don’t you. No more free will. And I'm going to give you instructions. The first one is to never forget you're a man forever stuck like this. The second will be that you have to always dress like a slut in skimpy revealing clothes and that this will both embarress you and turn you on. The third is that you have to obey anyone that ever called you boss. Your crew, the girls here. The bar staff. The janitor. The cleaners. Everyone. And it will turn you on. But you'll also wish that you could be a man with power and control... something you'll never, ever possess. And lastly you'll love being dominated, fucked submissively, smacked, like a naughty slavegirl, tied up and paraded around as property..." you promise.

Dredd’s eyes widen at the words, her body responding to the humiliation and excitement of her new fate. You lean in and give her a hard, passionate kiss, your tongue exploring the mouth of the man you once feared. Now, she’s nothing but a toy to be played with, a slut to be used. You can feel her pussy clench around your fingers as you deepen the kiss, your other hand playing with her sensitive clit.

The club owner’s body tenses, and you know she’s on the edge. You whisper your instructions again, making sure she understands what’s happening to her. Her moans grow louder, her hips moving in sync with your hand. You feel her pussy start to spasm, and you know she’s going to cum any second now.

And then it happens. Dredd’s eyes squeeze shut, and she cums hard, her body shaking with the **** of it, juices flowing, pussy contracting about you, koala in, gasping. Then she looks into your eyes and you can sense her imprinting on you, her mind accepting the new reality of you as her owner and mistress. Its fucking hot. She’s your bimbo slut now, forever chained by the power of the pill and your dominance. You keep fingering her through it, making sure she feels every last bit of pleasure as she surrenders completely to her new role.

“Now repeat my instructions.” You tell her.

Dredd’s voice is a soft whine, a stark contrast to the commanding tone she once had. “I’m a bimbo slut, I must always dress like a whore, I have to obey everyone who used to be below me, and I love being dominated like a good little slavegirl.” She says with a mix of humiliation and arousal.

“And how does that make you feel Dredd?” You ask. “Be honest. Answer truthfully as a former man unwillingly turned into a weak little slut.”

Dredd’s cheeks flush with embarrassment, her new body language telling you she’s ashamed. She whispers, “It’s... it’s so humiliating, but I can’t help but love it. It’s like all my power has been taken away, and all that’s left is this **** need to serve and please. It’s... it’s incredible. I hate it but I love it…”

“I want to speak to the male Dredd now. Are you in there?” You prompt.

Her eyes flicker, and for a brief moment, you see the man who once ruled this place. Then it’s gone, replaced with a glassy-eyed stare of pure lust. “I’m here. I’m just... so much weaker, so much more...”

“I’m commanding now. I want the male Dredd back in control. That’s an order. Think clearly. Dredd.” You tell her.

Her eyes clear slightly, and she nods. “I’m here. I understand.”

“Honestly… do you like your new body?” You ask.

Dredd’s eyes well up with tears, her voice trembling as she answers, “I-I don’t know. It’s so confusing. I miss being a man, but... but these feelings are so intense, so overwhelming. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m just so... horny and **** for cock. It’s all I can think about. And when I look down and see these tits and this pussy, it’s like... it’s like it’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. But… I did have a cock… muscles. I was black…”

You pull your hand away, watching as her body relaxes slightly. You stroke her cheek, feeling the softness of her new skin. “Be honest…” you coax.

Dredd sniffs, her eyes searching yours. “I-I want to go back. To be a man again. To have that power, that control. I can’t handle this, I’m not like you, I can’t just be a slut for everyone!” she whines, her voice cracking as she starts to cry. The sight of her, so **** and broken, is surprisingly satisfying.

“You know that’s impossible, don’t you?” You say, twisting her clit.

Dredd’s gasps as her sobs grew louder, her eyes welling up with tears as she spreads her legs instinctively for you to access her better. “I-I know, I just can’t handle this! It’s too much! I want to go back, I want to be in charge again!” she wailed. But her body wanted your fingers inside her.

“But what were my instructions?” You counter.

Dredd’s shoulders slump, and she nods. “You said to always remember I’m a man, to always wear slutty clothes, to obey, and to love being dominated?” She looks at you with a glimmer of hope.

“You have to obey me. So remember being a man like now. The rest you have to do… how does that make you feel Dredd?” You slip a finger past her lips and further into her pussy.

Her eyes widen, and she gasps as you penetrate her again, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure. “It makes me feel... it makes me feel like I’ve lost everything,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “But at the same time, I can’t deny that I’m so... so wet for this. I just want to be used, to be filled with cock. It’s like... I’m not even a person anymore. I’m just a thing to be fucked. And I love it, but I hate it, but I love it!” she sobs, her body writhing on the couch.

“Never forget that. This is who you are now. I want you to be conflicted like this forever. And tomorrow night, when you take over for me, headlining ans Amanda Shag, I want you to be insatiable and fuck each and every one of your crew… understood?” You frig her gently.

Dredd nods, her eyes swimming with tears. “Y-yes, mistress. I understand. I’ll... I’ll do whatever you say. Just don’t leave me like this...”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do. You’re gonna be a stripper and a whore,” you lean in, “and I forbid you from ever taking birth control. You’re going to get bred and become pregnant. Would you like being bred Dredd? As a man you should be mortified by the idea but it turns you on as well. Doesn’t it?”

Dredd’s sobs grow louder, her body shaking with the intensity of her emotions. She looks up at you, her eyes brimming with tears. “Please don’t do this to me, I can’t bear it!” she begs, her voice high-pitched and ****.

“You did this to yourself. How do you feel about being pregnant? Love it and hate it. Right?”

Dredd’s eyes widen with shock as she realizes the full extent of her fate. She nods, her body trembling as she tries to process the overwhelming emotions.

“Breasts and belly swelling. Nine months of getting bigger, rounder. Being a mommy, did your pussy just contract around my tingers at the thought. My only regret is that i have no cock to father it… but your crew have big fat thick yummy cocks, right?”

Dredd's eyes widened more at the thought of being impregnated by her own employees. She hadn’t thought that far ahead, hadn’t considered the implications of her newfound fertility and lack of self-control. The reality of her situation was setting in, and it was more than she could bear. “Please, no, please don’t make me do that, I can’t! I can’t be a breeder slut for everyone!” she begged, her voice rising to a high pitch that was almost painful to hear.

“You can and you will be. Because you’re a petite, big breasted, white, submissive, obedient, bimbo fuckpet that exists to be bred. Aren’t you Dredd?” You instruct her.

Her sobbing turns into whimpers as she nods, the weight of her new reality sinking in. You lean in close, whispering into her ear, “But don’t worry, Dredd. I’ll always be here to guide you, to make sure you’re being the best slut you can be. You’re mine now. And I’ll take good care of you.”

You stand up, your hand still buried in her pussy, and pull her to her feet. She wobbles on her new feet, her reduced height making her legs look even more delicate and ****.