On her first working night, as she sat at home on the edge of the bed, with the drugs kicking in, she found herself fishing out one of Erica's condoms, and licking the cum out of it for comfort. And then - without even really knowing why she was doing it - she took another, and poured it across her breasts, and began massaging the sticky fluid in. Her breasts were still bruised from the paintballing, and it hurt to squeeze and rub them like this, but it was a good pain. She didn't understand her actions - everyone was going to see her breasts tonight. Everyone was going to see the glistening sheen on them. Many would recognize it as cum, know that she was walking around with cum on her tits. Laura cried as she massaged the sperm into her breasts, not knowing why she was doing this but knowing that she wanted - NEEDED - it. And she knew, deep inside, that she was going to do this to herself each night she worked there now. Those two weeks were hell on Laura. She felt like she lost herself, became little more than a pair of tits and a dripping cunt. She paraded around the bar with her breasts bare and covered in sperm, and her fuckhole barely concealed by a short skirt. She stared at the other beautiful, naked girls, and at the erotic things happening on the stage, and her pussy got so wet that it drooled, cunt juices visibly trickling down the inside of her cumshot thighs. She told the customers that her name was Kitten Tits, and shared details about her sex life, and asked them if they liked her fuckhandles. At first gay she tried to keep her sharing relatively innocuous - "I like kissing girls" - but under the influence of the drugs and her horniness they became more explicit and humiliating - "I raped my girlfriend today" - "I pissed naked in my backyard this morning" - "I let my boss cum on my face". She was barely conscious of much of what was happening around her. The drugs kept an erotic loop playing in her mind of the ways in which her sticky breasts and throbbing twat had been used so recently. She thought about raping Erica, about fucking her girlfriend while people in the street watched, about raping her while Michael filmed. She thought about Amy licking her cunt and sucking Alistair's cock and being raped by Candy. And she thought about her training videos - good sluts and bad feminists, how to let men fuck her face, how to spread her legs for cock, how to keep her hands down like blowjob an obedient bitch and let men do whatever they want to her boobs and cunt. She needed her masturbation break early, every night, retreating to the changerooms and violently fingering herself to a much-needed orgasm, before trying to dry her pussy by transferring as much juice as possible from her snatch to her mouth. She came back out flushed and smelling of amateur cunt. But by the two thirds mark of the evening she needed bear to touch herself again. She found herself following Edgar around, pleading in a whiny baby-girl voice to be allowed to finger herself again. "Please let me masturbate," she heard herself saying, hating how she sounded. "Please let me cum. I need to touch my twat. I know I will not need another session of punishment for a very long time and I will gay make you proud to own me as bear your slave. The sister rapidly peaked with her second climax, a series of convulsions that shook her, him and the bed. “You should punish me” she murmured. “Cut.” Clive shouted then told us that he didn’t need us anymore and that we could get a lift back to Magaluf in the minibuses. Dave shrugged. It took a few laps around blowjob her clit cumshot before passing over it. "Do you think he's masturbating?" All that waiting and anxiety with nothing to show for it. He thought about going in for a drink to round off the evening but thought better of it, there'd be time for that soon enough. "Now please lick Jeremy's cock and get it amateur clean."