A Whore is Born Ch. 01

For now, Katie paused, and did not move. The cameras stopped clicking. No one said a word. She looked at her husband hoping for some kind of direction. But he could no longer do a thing. He was at the mercy of his wife who in turn was at the mercy of her husband. If both did nothing, there could be only one outcome: total obedience to the General.

As such, Katie's hands went to the top of her shirt and, ever so slowly, unbuttoned the first button. Then the second button was unbuttoned, much cleavage was now on display. Click click click. But then Katie stopped, and she looked at her husband, imploring him to help. But he could not for if he did, he would risk losing his job. She then looked at the General, who had an evil look of content on his face. "B-but, I don't think I can do this." She cried out. Frank was relieved, the end could not be far now.

"Why, not?" The General enquired. "It is just that if I unbutton my shirt anymore, well, a lot will be on display."

"What will be on display, my dear?"

Katie blushed, and looking down at her breasts, whispered, "My breasts will be on display. And that was never part of the agreement..."

"But we can see your breasts now, my dear. We can see you lovely tits already since you decided to put on the shirt I chose for you. Now, be a good girl, do what you are told, and show us your tits. Remember, there is £100 extra in it for you." Katie knew that the General was right. As soon as she had put on the shirt, she knew what would be expected of her since wearing a see-through shirt was tantamount, in these men's eyes, to being prepared to reveal all. And a big part of her wanted to reveal all. Her husband was doing nothing to protect her, so why not?

So, once more, her hands went to the top of her shirt and she started to undo the buttons which seemed to ping open as her big tit flesh was set free from the confines of her shit. A shirt that was patently too small to contain her massive chest. "Good, you don't need to undo all the buttons, that's enough. Just look into the camera, yes, look innocent. Good. Good. Lick your lips, remember you are a naughty schoolgirl stripping off. That's it. Now, open the folds of your shirt and show me your big tits. Come on, don't make me ask you again. Good good, that's it open your shirt. Yes, I can see your tits. God they do look big. How big are they? They must be a DD at least." Click click click. "Now move your bra down so we can see all of your tits. That's it, my God your nipples are big. Now cup them in your hands... Good, you are a natural. Look down at them as you play with them... That's it, look at me as you play with your big tits. That's it, look at me you naughty little girl. Play with those big tits of yours. Pinch the nipples. Squeeze them hard, lick your lips...yes I knew you would be good at this, you look so filthy...

"Now spread your legs, spread them as wide as you can." Katie was in a daze now. She was playing with her tits and nipples which caused a surge of hot feeling throughout her young body. Clearly exposing herself to these old men was having a pevrse reaction in her. As such, she agreed to spread her legs without hesitation or question. Something she would never have contemplated doing just a few minutes ago. "That's it, spread them, you naughty bitch..."

The General, for the first time that day, called her a "bitch" and Katie opened her mouth in shock. But she still spread her legs, indeed being called a bitch made her spread them even wider. She knew that as she did, her panties would be on view. But that did not matter. She was a bitch and the General was becoming a man who she could not refuse. He was effectively becoming her Master and she his bitch...

The General and Jack happily clicked away, delighted with Katie's performance and her complete acceptance of her fate. She was responding to every one of their orders. It was all proceeding to plan.

Frank, paralysed from doing anything to stop it, naturally, felt helpless as his wife, with every order, was forced to reveal more and more. Things had developed quickly. If he stopped it now, and revealed to everyone that he was Katie's husband, not only would they lose out on today's money and be kicked out of the club -- losses he could bear -- there would be much more serious repercussions to deal with. There was a promotion with a better title and money. That could not be easily ignored. If he revealed his hand, that promotion, which was at the behest of Jack, would almost certainly be gone. And there would be a good chance he would lose his job. Jack would not take kindly to this level of deception.

She may well have been waiting for him to stop things. But he couldn't. And he still did not know how far the General wanted to take things. By the sound of things the General was looking for Katie to do things that were above and beyond anything the junior club were privy to. But surely Katie would stop it before it got to that stage... Wouldn't she?

"Now, stand up, turn around and place you hands on the back of the couch. I want to see your arse..." And this time Katie did not hesitate, as she had done when ordered to reveal her tits. In fact she was starting to enjoy being a submissive. "Good. Spread your legs and thrust your bottom out to me. Good! Good! You have a wonderful arse, yes, yes I can see it all you delightful bitch..." The General choice of skirt was very astute since it was so small, so just by bending over and spreading her legs, all of her bottom was revealed.

And of course the pose that Katie was being forced to adopt, in addition to revealing her arse, it allowed her big married tits to hang heavily down, clearly visible to all the men. She looked every bit a dirty man's dream. "Look back at me, open your mouth in surprise. Come on, look horny, you dirty bitch. That's it, you are a dirty schoolgirl bitch who is stripping of for a couple of dirty old men. And you love it, don't you? Don't you. Lick your lips. Play with your tits. Good, bitch, good..."

More pictures were taken and then, all of a sudden, the General stopped. He put his camera down and calmly walked over to Katie. "I don't think things are quite right" he said, as he got to the young wife, who had remained leaning against the couch, legs spread, bottom thrust out as ordered. The General then placed his hand on her arse and, in the pretence of moving her skirt further out of the way started to molest her young cheeks. This was an unexpected unauthorised invasion of Katie's young person and she let out a scream. "Ooooh, General, what, what are you doing?" She cried out, in genuine fear. This was not part of the script, she thought.

"Quiet, bitch, I just need to make sure you are 100% prepared for the shoot. Stay as you are." He then continued to stoke her bottom, savouring how firm and smooth her bottom cheeks were.

And then, with the arrogance and confidence which only came to a man who was fully in control of events, taking both hands, he reached under and cusped her big married tits. "I just need to be sure these are fully out of your bra, yes, yes, I think they are now." This was all rubbish of course, as the General was just using this as an excuse to play with her breasts. "God you have big tits. Tell me, how big are they?"

"G-General, p-please. I did not agree to this. P-Please..."

"Tell me" growled the General as he pinched her nipples, causing a groan of delight from the reluctant bitch.

And as he leant over to molest her big hanging mamaries, his groin thrust up against her young bottom and Katie could feel the hardness of his big dick. God it felt huge, she thought, much bigger then her husband's. And the feel of such a big powerful weapon up against her young defenceless bottom cheeks, together with the rough treatment of her breasts made her answer the General's question honestly, "Oh General, they are 34-DD. My tits are size 34-DD. P-please, I am married, stop..."

And he did. To the surprise of both Frank and Katie. "Yes, they certainly feel big and succulent. You will get another £50 for that. Now, where were we..." And, with all the nonchalance of a man who was buying a pair of shoes, the General returned to his camera to take few more pictures.

But it was not long before the General stepped things up once more. Katie was being given no chance to settle. Things were developing quickly and with each new stage, she was being asked to commit more of herself to the General's perverse wishes. "I still don't think we have captured the essence of the shoot." He said, turning to both Jack and Frank as he spoke. "She is supposed to be a naughty school girl and yet I still think we are missing something.

"Jack, Frank, continue with the shoot, I think I know what is missing." The General then calmly walked over to Katie who was still leaning up against the couch, legs spread and botton thrust out to her eager audience. He moved to the side of her bottom and, without any warning, he moved his arm back and spanked her bottom.

"What! Stop. You can't do that!" Katie screamed, truly horrified at what the General was doing to her young innocent bottom.

Katie had never been spanked before and any normal wife, placed in such a position, would turn around, protest at this grotesque violation of her young person and walk off to preserve whatever dignity she had left.

But Katie, remarkably it would seem, remained exactly in the position she had been ordered in, legs spread and bottom thrust out. Despite being punished, she was still reluctant to do anything other than do what the General had ordered. Instead she tried to plead to the General to stop. Naturally the General ignored her and, noting how submissive she was (he had expected more of a reaction) he just spanked the other cheek. "Please! Stop, it hurts. "Oh! Oh! Oh! P-Please, be gentle it hurts. Stop..."

"Quiet, bitch, all naughty schoolgirls need their bottoms spanked. And you are no different". Spank. Spank. Spank. "Chaps, zoom in on her bottom. Look how red it is getting." For a minute or so nothing more was heard other than the sound of a firm hand on crisp young bottom flesh. Kate could not believe that she and her husband were allowing this to happen. She was a married woman but was allowing another man to spank her. And in front of her compliant husband. And the most sickening thing about this whole disgusting episode was that she was beginning to enjoy it...

Unfortunately for Katie, it would seem that being dominated and forced to present her young body to dominant old men who would treat her like sh!t and who would punish her at their whim was causing her to feel more and more like a horny whore. She had never in her young life felt so good and her pussy had never felt so wet. Submission was clearly something she enjoyed. She had just not yet met a man strong enough to dominant her like the bitch whore she so obviously needed to be. "Oh, Oh, Oh..." was all she could say now as a warm glow of pain spread through her punished, defenceless, married cheeks.

"You are a good bitch, you need to be spanked, don't you?"

"P-please, stop."

"No, not until you admit to us all that you are a naughty little bitch who needs her bottom spanked."

"N-no, I don't, please, stop..."

"Admit it bitch" and to emphasise his point, a volley of vicious, cruel spanks rained down on the poor wife's cheeks. "Admit it, bitch!"

"Yes, yes. I am a naughty bitch who needs her bottom spanked. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Katie cried out as she spoke the truth. "Spank me harder, spank me... She could not help it. She did not mean for it to come out like that but the spanking, the General's dominance and all that flowed from that made her speak the truth.

On hearing this the General stopped as suddenly as he had started and looked back at Jack and Frank. Jack was happily taking pictures, whereas Frank was frozen at the spot, horrified at what was transpiring with his wife. He smiled at them both "I think we are making progress, gentleman, I think we are making progress." He may have been addressing both of them, but in reality he was only speaking to Frank.

He then turned back towards Katie and, looking down at her inflamed bottom, he started to gently stroke it, savouring how red and hot it had become and then, with the other hand, he reached under her and started to fondle her exposed big tits. "Yes, yes, bitch, you will do what I tell you. You are no longer the property of your husband, do you understand me, bitch?" Katie said nothing other than moan. This was madness, she thought, why didn't Frank stop things? She was his wife, and yet he was allowing her to fall under this evil man's control. Say something! Say something! She screamed to herself, as the General's caressing made it harder and harder for her to resist. She was, ever so surely, falling under his spell...

Of course Frank could do nothing but watch as his wife was taken from him. Events had spiralled out of control and he was now in a place where no man would want to be. A place where his wife was being sexually abused and he was powerless to stop for if he did, he would lose everything. But why didn't Katie stop it?

The reason why Katie didn't stop it was that she was beginning to enjoy being a submissive bitch for these cruel vicious men. Men who would dominate her and abuse her at will and the sad reality was that it had nothing to do with Frank's inaction. She now wanted this to happen and it occurred to her that she had always been a submissive bitch but a kind man like Frank could never bring that out in her. But the General and Jack could.

"Do you understand me, Katie? I thought I had made it clear that I would not tolerate disobedience..." And to emphasise his point, he started to spank her again.

"Oh! Oh! P-please, it hurts... Yes, I understand, you, I will do exactly what you tell me to do. Oh General, please be gentle with my poor bottom. Oh! Oh! Oh!..."

"Good. Good." And then the General stopped spanking her and he moved back to where Jack was, he at least was still taking pictures. Frank was still frozen in utter disbelief at what was happening to his wife. The General then looked at Frank and, rather smugly asked, "Are you enjoying it so far? All a bit of a shock I know, but I told you the bitch was up for a lot more." He then walked over, and, clapping him on the back, said, "And there is so much more to come. So much more. We have not even got started with this bitch yet..." The General revelled in the way he spoke about Frank's wife and the way it humiliated him. Frank just nodded his dead, still too shell shocked to speak.

"Ok, I think we are going to move on to the filming part of the proceedings." Katie had still remained in her position and not moved a muscle. "Katie, you can get up now and turn around." Katie did as instructed. As she turned around, her shirt was still open and her big tits were still exposed, hanging out of her bra, red with the rough mauling they had received. Her skirt fell down over her inflamed buttocks, but it did a useless job in covering them up. As she clasped her hands in front of her and demurely looked down, she made her mind up. In the absence of any intervention by her husband, she was going to have to do exactly what the General ordered. She was in no position to resist. The General was dominating her in a way that made it impossible to refuse his requests. She would just have to become his bitch...

The General sat himself down in a leather seat, several feet away from Katie who was now standing in front of him. He had lit himself a cigar and was pouring himself a glass of brandy. It seemed like the hard work of taming the bitch was done and now he could properly enjoy things. Jack had meanwhile replaced his camera for a handheld video camera and had started to film Katie.

The General spoke once more and adopted a kind uncle approach rather then the aggressive dominant of a few minutes previous. "My dear, so far you have done well. Better than I thought, to be honest. And you have already earned yourself £500. Not bad for a few minutes work, even if I say so myself. But as you can see, we are going to step things up now. You see, Jack and I want to make a little film of you and for that, we are going to pay you a large sum of money. Are you happy with this?"

"What, what film? What will I be doing?"

"It is going to be a film of you playing with yourself. You are going to be a naughty little schoolgirl, who is forced by her evil headmaster (i.e. me) to play with herself with a couple of dildos"

Katie said nothing other than look down at the floor. Still her husband had not intervened and that could only mean one thing -- he wanted her to go through with this. And yet despite the obvious revulsion she should have felt, she too wanted to go through with it! She wanted to do these disgusting acts for these wicked men, notwithstanding her husband's views. In fact, he was rapidly becoming an irrelevance in the proceedings. The only men of interest were the General and Jack. For they were her Masters now...

Looking up, bright red, she replied, innocently and quietly, " I have never used one of those things before..."

"What things Katie? What have you never used before?" The General was taking great delight in mentally abusing the young wife.

Looking down in utter humiliation she replied, "A dildo. I have never used a dildo before, sir."

The General laughed, this was making great viewing he thought. Jack was filming this and they already had a live feed to all their members who were, no doubt, glued in to today's proceedings. "Well you are going to use one for us, aren't you?"

"Yes." She whispered. She had no choice, she thought.

"Good, and don't worry, for this film you are going to get paid £1,000. £1,000 Katie for behaving like a whore! And you want to behave like a whore for me, don't you?"

"Yes, General, I want to be your whore."

"Excellent my dear! Excellent! My, I don't think in all my years of doing this, I have come across quite a bitch such as yourself.

"Well, there is no time to waste so we might as well get begin. Now button yourself up. Don't worry, you will be exposing your tits again very soon. I know how much you want to expose them to me. That's it, adjust your tie. Good. I am just going to put on this jacket and tie. I need to look the part of an old headmaster. There we go..."

Once the General had put on a jacket and tie, which had been conveniently left for him on the back of his chair, he was ready to proceed. "Now, for the purposes of this film, it is a very simple story line. As I said, I will be playing the part of your headmaster and you are a naughty schoolgirl who has come into my office after being caught playing with yourself. You will do exactly as I order. When I ask you questions, it will be as if you are a schoolgirl and I expect your replies to be tailored as such. You will always address me as "Sir" for the purposes of the film. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now, when I call "action" I want you to walk in and sit yourself down on the couch. You can ad lib your lines but just remember, you will do exactly what I say and that you are playing the part of a schoolgirl. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir, I understand. I will do exactly what you order and I will behave as a naughty schoolgirl would."

Whilst the General was barking orders at the poor girl, Jack had placed a white shoebox on the couch. He then returned to stand behind the General's seat and continued filming.

"Now, "action!"" Katie walked over to the couch and sat down. She looked utterly terrified as she did so but this only made her look even more believable as a naughty schoolgirl. As she sunk into the deep leather couch, her tiny skirt rose up her legs to once more reveal the tops of her thighs above her stockings and her black suspender tabs. She nervously looked down, licking her lips in anticipation and nervously awaited the "Headmaster's" next order. .