Chapter 5: Paula’s and Jennifer’s bright future

Paula

Paula lost the Big Bitch Competition; thus, all her piercing would be applied in pain. A pleading and crying Paula was led away to be brought back two hours later crawling in her full bitch suit.

The Club was preparing a big barbecue to celebrate the end of the Fun Activities and for the guests to roam on the grounds witnessing the piercings and ringing whilst eating and drinking very informally gathering.

A live orchestra was playing music and accepting requests.

Once she was tied on a metal X-structure, lying on her back with her four folded extremities closely attached to it, fully spreading her, the PA announced that her owner has given Miss Yvonne Carpenter the right to pierce the first bitch’s clit this night.

Yvonne was out of her mind with joy, standing between the legs of her new pet, rubbing her own legs on her hand clutched between them she listened the explanations a professional was giving on how to pierce a clit.

It was a dream coming true, she was going to pierce Paula’s clit, here, in the open and there was nothing Paula could do, nothing.

Paula shrieked like a pig on fire during the whole process, making Yvonne’s experience even more enjoyable.

Once she finished and a nice golden ring adorned Paula’s clit, Yvonne positioned herself with Paula’s head between her legs to get serviced whilst the professional pierced both her nipples.

Yvonne’s cunt muted a bit Paula’s ongoing baby-cry.

People were having fun, they ate and drunk, and enjoyed the spectacle. The music was good and not too loud, allowing Paula’s pitiful sounds to be clearly heard.

It was the mayor who pierced her nose, very unskillful, whilst his wife held Paula’s head pulling her tongue.

During the piercing he spoke to her as if they were in a cocktail party; only that in cocktailparties’ people normally do not get their exposed pussies petted whist suffering a septum piercing.

After that Paula spent some days in The Club’s kennels with over one hundred ladies in bitch suits, some of them have been living there for years, they were fed, groomed, fucked and toyed with by the stable hands, in a few cases the rightful owner had totally forgotten their existence in most of the cases he had another object of desire and she had been relegated as a used toy.

Only in one occasion she was brought to Marcus’s mansion for a dinner party, her memories about that were not to be graved in stone.

The days in the kennels made Paula lose the notion of time, then, one day, she was decked out, got nice pink ribbons and a tail was shoved up her ass.

They led her into a cage, so small it just packed her body, leaving the head hanging out through a hole, loaded that cage on a pick-up van and drove her away.

Being as good as naked, on a van driving through her city deeply ashamed Paula. When a patrol stopped the van, some hope made it through her misery.

They spoke to the driver; read some papers he gave them, and she heard them saying.

“Everything’s ok, mister, since the mayor lifted the ban of public nudity, if this lady gets off playing the bitch, we are not the ones who are going to spoil the fun.”

Said this, he tipped his hat and whilst returning to his car softly fondled Paula, “Have fun” he said, “you look great”.

It was not until the car approached their goal that Paula realized where they were heading to. Her wedding!

Paula went frenetic, to no avail. The cage easily withstood her shaking and rattling; there was nothing she could do to avoid that all the guest she invited were going to witness her actual status, to see her naked and crawling, to see her behave as a bitch.

The van was parked, and nobody went for her. She was left there for hours. After a while guests invited to the ceremony discovered the naked architect and had great fun. Men and women alike, groped, pinched and touched to their heart content. Her tits and sex were fondled, abused and investigated. She was brough off by hands playing with her clit ring, spreading her labia and by fingers coming in and out.

The appointed day of her wedding, she Paula McIver was naked, caged and cumming like a whore at the hands of kids she did not even know.

Finally, someone uncarcerated her, lifted her on the ground and clipped a long leash to her clit ring connected it to her collar from below, and walked her to the church.

“Noooo” Paula screamed when she saw the faces looking at her grotesque image.

There was Samantha, her mother, and Jim, her stepdad, a guy she hated. Her mother looked shocked, he looked amused.

Her real father was also looking with an arm around that stupid bimbo, Lulu. His expression was difficult to read, Lulu was applauding excited.

“A doggie, she’s a doggie” Lulu’s enthusiasm was real. Stupid bitch!

She recognized faces of classmates, ex-boyfriends, work colleagues, both male and female; she saw more lust than sorrow.

The crowd was smiling, kissing and making out, pointing at her and taking pictures, nobody looked really concerned, as if in their eyes she was the entertainment, a commodity, a bitch; not a human being anymore.

Here she was, a pretty 29 y/o woman, studied architect crawling in the open in a degrading bitch suit, showing her cunt and tits to whoever cared looking, and everybody cared; cared looking that is, not about her,

The area around the church was nicely decorated. Some high tables had been prepared with lots of finger food. Waiters were serving cold drinks, some music sounded, and the mood was great waiting for the bride to appear.

The very day of her wedding Paula had been lashed to an old iron ring at the church’s wall and just in case she might be thirsty, a caritative soul had brought her a dog dish with cold tap water.

The first guests interesting themselves about her were her mother and Jim.

“Paula, darling” she started “Yvonne has shown us your pledge and I just want to tell you that Jim and I we respect your decision and are not going to judge you” and looking at Jim she rhetorically asked, “aren’t we?”

Jim was squatting next to Paula, he had always lusted after her, when they were living together. And Paula had always been escaping his hands, closing the doors and hiding away. Until now.

His left hand was squeezing her tit and the four fingers of his right hand were playing with the inner folders of Paula’s available cunt.

And he was doing it in front of her mother.

“Of course not, nobody is going to judge this filthy bitch, we are just going to use her. Jim, darling tell your animalized daughter what Yvonne told us, I’m sure she will be out of herself with joy”-

Paula’s tongue bell was ringing as she tried desperately telling her mom she was trapped, she was not here cause of her own will, she wanted Jim to stooooooooooop touching her...

Jim was by now vigorously finger fucking his step-daughter. He was quite sure she was no willing participant, a knowledge that only added fun to the whole scenario.