Chapter 5: Suzi

The next several days were spent wiping out all traces of Suzanne. I moved the clothes I had bought her to my apartment, and put them in a closet which I designated as Suzi's. I put the cosmetics and jewelry into a vanity table I'd purchased just for her. The rest of her stuff I sold to a local thrift shop for cash.

Suzi and I went to Suzanne's bank to close her accounts. I threw out the cashier's check. It was a trivial amount of money compared to what I had, and cashing it would just leave a trail that Suzanne's relatives could follow if they ever tried to track her down. We canceled the lease on her apartment without leaving a forwarding address.

Once Suzanne had been erased from existence, I set Suzi up on her new daily schedule. I got ahold of some videotapes of professional strippers performing, as well as a video camera, and set up one of the extra rooms of my apartment as a practice studio for Suzi. She was to teach herself to dance and striptease by watching the tapes. The camera was for her to watch herself doing it, so she could refine her technique.

I also bought a tanning bed, so that she could get a smooth, even tan without having to leave the apartment, and a treadmill and a few exercise machines, to keep her in shape. I set up an exercise regimen for her, emphasizing overall conditioning, to build her stamina. In addition, I had her do a lot of chest development exercises, in the hope of doing something about those small tits of hers, as well as some leg work to build up her ass.

Suzi followed the same routine every day. She would get up in the morning and serve me breakfast, after which I would usually fuck her either in the mouth or the cunt (but only after she begged me to). She would spend the rest of the morning practicing her dancing, eat a healthy lunch, and then practice for several more hours in the afternoon. Usually I would interrupt this at some point to fuck her, again making her beg before entering her. After she'd put in her eight hours of dance practice, she'd spend an hour in the tanning bed, followed by an hour of physical workout. Then she'd fix and serve me dinner.

Some evenings I would take Suzi out for dinner and to a movie, but not nearly as often as I had with Suzanne. Most evenings, we would stay home and she would watch porno films, studying the way the women in them behaved. We went to bed early, so that I could give her one or two training fucks and still let her get plenty of sleep. Throughout the day, she was expected to keep herself looking sexy and ready to be fucked, like a good little slut. Once Suzi had settled into her routine, I started up the training again.

I walked into the bedroom to find my slut waiting for me on the bed. As per my instructions of half an hour ago, she was wearing a tight black halter top cut so low that it almost exposed her nipples, a shiny red leather miniskirt, and a pair of knee-covering black leather "fuck me" boots, with her standard five-inch heels. The top was pushed down to expose her pert breasts, and the skirt was pushed up to her waist, exposing her damp pussy. Excellent.

"Doggie style, bitch," I commanded. Suzi quickly obeyed, rising to her hands and knees, her pert ass sticking up into the air. Here eyes were closed in expectation, anticipating the warm cock that her excited pussy needed so badly. Suzi's training was coming along well, and she was rapidly developing the proper attitude toward sex. That is to say, she was learning that her body was a toy for me to use for my pleasure, and that the only way she would ever experience pleasure herself was by being used in this way, as an object for sex.

But there was still a significant portion of her original emotional makeup intact, fighting inside her against what she was becoming. This remnant of Suzanne was still in control of Suzi's body whenever she wasn't aroused, which was still a majority of the time. And while Suzi was almost always happy, content in her role as a slut and a whore, Suzanne was depressed and miserable. She never rebelled or disobeyed me, but it was obvious from her manner that she was unhappy. She went about her chores, her dance practice, and her exercises with a dogged determination, in fear of what might happen should she fail rather than out of a true love of what she was doing.

But Suzi loved her work. And that was why she was winning the battle between the two. When it came time for me to make use of my slut, the weary, depressed Suzanne was all to eager to give way to the bright, energetic, cock-craving Suzi. And every time Suzi was brought forth, she grew stronger and Suzanne grew weaker. Even though Suzanne doubtless knew that by surrendering control to the slut she was dooming herself, she was still more than happy to give it up when the time came, out of sheer misery. It was form a suicide. Suzanne knew that, and she didn't mind.

So as a result, she was always craving use around bedtime, when I would come in to give her her lessons for the day. She knew that soon she would be a come-hungry nymphomaniac, experiencing pure pleasure as she sucked on a cock, or had her pussy reamed fast and hard. Tonight, however, she was in for a surprise.

I climbed up behind her on the bed and pulled a tube of vaseline out of my pocket. She couldn't see me from her position. I spread a liberal amount of vaseline on the fingers of my right hand. With my left hand, I gently began to rub Suzi's pink little clit. She moaned in response, thrusting her hips back at me, trying to fuck my fingers, trying to get anything she could into her cunt. Carefully, I brought my right hand down to her ass, slowly rubbing her anus.

Suzi started at the touch of the cool lotion in an unfamiliar location, jerking her body as she craned her head and shoulders around to look at me. I slapped her ass. "Sit still, slut! Just relax, and this won't hurt."

Suzi whimpered and returned to her position. She was tense, though, scared at the prospect of something unfamiliar. Slowly, carefully, I slipped a vaseline-covered finger into her rectum.

She screeched in fear but did not move. "That's a good girl, Suzi," I told her. "Good little slut. Just relax..." I continued to maneuver my finger around inside her, trying to spread the lotion as much as possible. When I had done as good a job as I would ever be able to, I pulled my finger out and wiped off the excess lotion.

"Now, then, Suzi," I said, speaking in my calmest voice, "this won't hurt if you just relax..." I began rubbing her clit again, eliciting moans once more. But her cries carried a tinge of fear in them. I rubbed her harder, trying to bring her off more strongly, trying to get her to relax. I placed the head of my stiff cock at the entrance to her rectum. Removing my hand from her clit, I spread her ass cheeks as far apart as I could, opening her up as much as possible for my entry. Suzi was trembling in fear now, having figured out what was going on. I reached a hand forward and pushed her chest and shoulders down into the bed, giving me the best possible entry angle. As gently as I could, I pushed the head of my cock into her ass.

She screamed in pain at my entry. I moved my left hand to her clit, trying to bring her off and calm her down. It was slow going, but eventually she stopped screaming and settled into a soft whimpering. Her ass was incredibly tight around my cockhead. God, it felt great! Slowly, I pushed another inch into her lubricated asshole.

She screamed anew, and it took another minute to calm her down. I continued to finger her, trying to bring her up the road to orgasm. I whispered gently to her. "A good little slut knows how to take a cock up her ass." Suzi mewled in pleasure and pain.

Inch by inch I entered her asshole, stopping after every new thrust to calm her down and bring back to some amount of pleasure. This was easier than it would normally have been, thanks to the aphrodisiac, but it was still slow going. The walls of her ass squeezed around me with an intense pressure.

When I had pushed my full ten inches into her, I slowly, slowly, began to fuck her ass, continually rubbing her clit. I kept it slow to minimize the pain, but she was still squealing in fear almost constantly. After I'd been inside her for nearly half an hour, I brought her to orgasm as I shot my sperm into her ass. As usual, she was under the Pavlov drug, and so she was learning, slowly, to enjoy having her ass fucked.

I waited for my cock to soften. With an audible pop, I pulled out of her ass and lay down beside her. She was softly crying. "Listen to me," I told her. Here eyes opened and she looked fearfully at me. I continued. "That hurt, but in time you'll grow used to it." I held out the bottle of vaseline to her. "It would have hurt a lot more without this. From now on, you will keep yourself lubricated with this at all times. If I ever check, and find you dry, I'll do it to your right there, and it will hurt. Understand?"

She nodded meekly, still in shock over what had happened. I smiled. "You're becoming a fine little slut, Suzi."

In general, I wasn't very interested in anal sex. I was teaching Suzi to take a cock up her ass because it would be useful skill in her new line of work, not because it was something I had a particular thing for.

Over the next week, I continued to train her in this technique. Always, I fingered her clit as I fucked her ass, using the Pavlov drug to cause a pleasure association to form in her brain, teaching her to orgasm at the feel of come in her ass. The bitch was so tight down there I found myself enjoying the action despite my general lack of interest in this sort of thing.

One afternoon during this period, I got a phone call. The caller was a middle-aged businessman calling from a hotel, responding to an ad for "Adult Services" I had placed in the local paper. We verbally, danced around for a few minutes, ascertaining each other's bona fides. When we finally got down to it, I told him Suzi was available for a massage at $200 for a full hour, plus tips. He agreed, told me where he was staying, and I promised Suzi would be there in an hour.

Her first job! I hadn't expected it to come so soon. The customer was interested in someone trashy, so I had Suzi put on one of her slutty outfits, a new one I'd purchased recently. It consisted of a shiny silver slip dress that left the gap in her cleavage well-exposed and just barely covered her ass, a pair of black fishnet stockings, and two shiny elbow-length gloves. It was fully accessorized with several oversized fake pearl necklaces, a gaudy bracelet on one wrist, a pair of black hoop earrings, and of course the ever-present five-inch spiked heels, in black this time.

After she'd finished touching up her makeup and hair, we drove to the hotel. While we drove, I briefed her on the proper way to act, how to defer to the customer's wishes, and when to ask for money. I fixed a small microphone to her left earring, so that I'd be able to listen in on the action and intervene in case Suzi came into any danger.

We got to the hotel. After Suzi had wrapped herself in a trenchcoat, we walked through the lobby to the elevators. Suzi drew a number of lustful stares, despite the thick coat hiding her body. We rode the elevator up to the customer's floor. I waited around a corner in the hallway while Suzi knocked on the door.

I heard the door open, and a male voice say, "Well. You must be Suzi."

"Yes, Mr. Jones. At your service."

"Come on in."

Suzi stepped inside and the door closed. I moved up to stand in front of it, ready to enter at a moment's notice.

"Suzi needs to see your driver's license," I heard her say.

"Here you go."

Suddenly it occurred to me that it might seem odd to the customer for Suzi to be talking about herself in the third person. Well, shit. It was too late now. I'd have to let things go and just hope it didn't bother him.

He paid her, including a $200 tip, and offered her a drink. They sat down and talked. He tried to start a conversation, asking her questions about herself, where she was from. Suzi's responses were simple and direct.

"Suzi is a whore. Suzi is a slut who lives for cock. Suzi needs to be fucked."

After a few tries, he gave up. "God, you really are just a little tramp, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, Suzi is a little tramp who will do anything for a cock."

He was quite turned on by her dirty talk, judging by the tremor in his voice. "T-try mine." I heard the sound of a zipper.

Suzi's voice. "Oooh, your cock is so beautiful. Suzi wants to suck it. Can Suzi suck your cock? Please?"

"G-go ahead, slut. Oh!" He grunted in pleasure. God, I was getting so horny from listening to this. I listened intently as Suzi's customer built to orgasm. He was really getting into this. "Take it down your throat, you little slut! Yes!" I could only imagine what was going on.

After he had finished coming in Suzi's mouth and Suzi had orgasmed, they settled down for a bit, doing some necking and fondling. Soon, she started begging him to fuck her. He had absolutely no objections, and did so. Suzi kept up a monologue all through the process.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Jones, your cock feels so good in Suzi's cunt. Suzi hasn't had a cock in her cunt all day, and this big thick one feels so good. Yes! Use Suzi like the whore she is! Fuck her slutty pussy with your wet cock until you shoot your jism into her belly." The volume of her cries increased as his orgasm built. "Yes, yes! Ram your meat into Suzi's wet pussy! Oh! Yes, yes, YES! Shoot your sticky white come deep into Suzi's cunt! Yes! YES! FUCK SUZIIIIIIIIIIII!"

They came, and for awhile all I heard was the grunts and moans of orgasm. Slowly, they came down. "That was incredible. You are one hot little slut."

I heard Suzi putting her clothes back on. A moment later she walked out the door. I greeted her with a big smile and a raging hard-on. Gripping her hand, I led her to the stairwell.

Unsurprisingly, it was deserted. Most of the people in the hotel used the elevators. I closed the door behind us and unzipped my pants, freeing my erect cock. Suzi, still aroused from her recent fucking, needed no prompting. She bent over and grabbed the stair railing, thrusting her pert little ass up in the air. Not bothering with any formalities, I lifted her skirt up and slammed my meat into her moist pussy.

I fucked her hard and fast in that position for several minutes. I was incredibly horny from listening to her fuck that guy in the hotel room, and my cock was desperate for release. I placed my hands on her hips and jerked them violently toward me with every stroke I took. Suzi put very little effort into it; she was content merely to be used like a rag doll, muttering softly to herself. "Oh, yessss, master, fuck Suzi. Fuck Suzi's slutty cunt with your hard cock. Mmmmm."

After a minute or two of pumping Suzi's cunt up and down on my shaft, I came explosively, jism spurting from my prick into her tight cunt. Suzi screamed in pleasure as her third orgasm in an hour washed over her, and my come dribbled out of the corners of her pussy. God, she was fantastic.

I continued training Suzi in the fine art of taking a cock up her ass. She didn't enjoy it, but as the days passed, she slowly grew used to it and stopped crying whenever I fucked her there.

One morning I surprised her by getting up early. Suzi had just taken her shower, and was sitting at the vanity table, styling her hair and putting on her makeup. Usually I didn't wake up until almost an hour later, after she'd gotten dressed and fixed breakfast.

I got up casually and walked over to stand behind her. She looked up at me, curious as to why I was up so early. "Stand up, slut." I commanded. She obeyed, setting down her lipstick and standing at attention.

Slowly, I caressed her ass with my hands. She trembled in anticipation. Without warning, I stuck a finger into her anus, eliciting a shriek from her. It was dry.

"Bitch!"

"Yes, m-master?"

"What did I tell you about your ass? What are you supposed to have in it all times?"

She started to cry, unable to answer, shaking in fear.

"I said to keep your ass lubricated at all times, didn't I?"

"I-I was about to, m-master. It's just that you don't usually g-get up this early, and..."

"All times, bitch! Now you'll have to suffer the punishment."

Suzi shrieked and whirled to run. I grabbed her arm firmly and threw her to the floor. She looked up at me in horror, too frightened to take action, as I knelt above her.

Roughly, I grabbed her and forced her to her hands and knees. She was crying in sheer terror. With one hand I positioned my cock at the entrance to her dry anus, and with the other I pushed her head and shoulders down to the floor, giving me the best possible angle of entry. When she was positioned just right, I slammed my cock full force into her tight, dry ass.