"Come over here honey - let's have a look at that sweet ass of yours!"

commanded Ed Harris, the night club owner.

Mr. Harris had inherited a large chunk of his uncle's estate back in

the 70's and turned his fortune into a fast booming go go business. In a

matter of six years he had established his territory in the South Jersey

area opening a total of nine strip clubs. He was a rich man in every sense

of the word feasting off the exploits of desperate women. Coming across as

a savior to most adolescent girls or women of broken marriages, he often

hired them at an enticing rate of between 15 and 20 dollars per hour. The

price - nude dancing in front of drunken men or worse, for the benefit of a

young lad's bachelor party.

Mr. Harris had a keen eye for women in dire conditions. His evil mind

concocted a scheme where he would find out exactly what trouble they were

in during the "preliminary" interview. Most came in with children to

support while others were addicted to drugs and needed a big salary to

support their habit.

Such was the case with Donna. The voluptuous woman was in her late 20's

and addicted to heroin. Though she was a drug addict, she still had an

excellent figure with curvy hips and slender legs. Her strawberry red hair

was the most attractive thing about her besides her sexy round bottom.

During her preliminary interview, Mr. Harris had ascertained that she was

a desperate girl looking for a quick fix.

"Oh please Mr. Harris. I'll do anything to dance in your club....I

need the money real bad!" whimpered Donna.

Mr. Harris couldn't care less about Donna's condition. All he wanted

to know was whether or not he could include her in his inner sex ring.

Only the most desperate of women had succumbed to this trap. As the

interview progressed, Mr. Harris began to get the notion that Donna would

become one of his special whores.

"Now now.....calm down Donna." said Mr. Harris soothingly as he handed

her a tissue. "If you want me to help you baby, you're going to have to

tell me everything - is it drugs?"

"Yes......I...I..guess so." whimpered Donna.

"What kind of drugs honey?" asked Mr. Harris inquisitively.

"Heroin." replied Donna.

Mr. Harris's cock began to grow in his pants. He knew what this meant.

There would be virtually no way that Donna would be able to escape her

addiction. Further more, the women that fell into his sex ring trap were

deliberately weaned on drugs in order to stimulate their addiction. From

there, the women were passed around by several powerful business associates

until they were used up like yesterdays garbage. Once the drug addiction

took hold of their looks - usually within a period of two or three years -

the women within the sex ring became less and less attractive. Conversely,

they earned less and less money and soon found themselves performing more

and more perverse sex acts just make ends meet with what they had left.

Mr. Harris and his clients dubbed them "scabs". These were the women who

had hit rock bottom within the sex ring. Unable to get off of drugs (and

of course not being encouraged to), they became more and more desperate to

do men's bidding. The scabs consisted of women on their last straw. They

were often degraded by the very men who treated them with encouraging

respect in the beginning of the sex ring process. The women were so

drugged out that they no longer cared what they were called or what was

being done to them. These were the women who were beyond anal sex and

double penetration. They often became human toilets for the exquisite

pleasure of perverted men within the group - being used for golden and

brown showers on a daily basis.

Alas, Donna was at the beginning of this process. Thus it would take

some time and training to get her to behave properly - the way all women

should. Mr. Harris liked his women submissive, slutty, and compliant. He

had millions of dollars to throw away not to mention connections to several

drug and prostitute rings throughout the U.S. and Canada. He did his male

clients big favors in the form of slutty, drug addicted, compliant women

that were shipped to them as if they were gift wrapped like vintage wine.

They were all instructed to board his private jet at one time or another

and behave and dress properly for his powerful business associates or else.

The few women that disobeyed his orders found themselves on the wrong end

of a gun barrel. Ed Harris also had many politicians and policemen who

were indebted to him. Whenever he was accused of wrong doing - he was

released within a matter of hours. All it took was one phone call and that

was that. Things came easy to Mr. Harris all his life - and Donna was

certainly no exception. He concluded his preliminary interview by telling

her that she was under consideration for employment at his new club in

Vorhees, but that it would take a little more effort on her part in order

to impress him - namely wearing a much more "revealing" outfit and plenty

of makeup. High heels were the norm and she was instructed to wear them as

well for the second interview.

Now, as the second interview was underway, Mr. Harris and two of his

fellow pimps were inspecting Donna to see if she was prime sex ring

material. She had entered the vast lounge at the rear of the Vorhees men's

club wearing shiny red high heals, garter belt with stockings, slutty latex

mini skirt, black leather halter top, and lots of make up. She looked like

a cheap whore - just the way they wanted her to.

"Well look at what we have here...." said Mr. Harris. "Big improvement

Donna. I'm certainly impressed so far with your stunning outfit....isn't

she pretty gents?"

His two business associates nodded their heads in unison. They were

dressed in very expensive business attire and smoking cigars.

"Donna - this is Jim and Steve." said Mr. Harris as he introduced her

to the heavily disguised pimps. "Men, this is Donna....she is a heroin

addicted and is willing to do what it takes to get a fix...isn't that right

Donna?"

Donna felt shocked. She hadn't planned on Mr. Harris conveying her

secrets to other people. A look of embarrassment engulfed her face.

"It's OK Donna. You can trust these men. They are my closest friends

and they will be working with you at the club - showing you how to dance

and the like." soothed Mr. Harris in a warm and calculated tone of voice.

"Come over here honey - let's have a look at that sweet ass of yours!"

commanded Mr. Harris.

Donna gingerly stepped forward. She felt awkward in her high heels and

it showed in the way she walked.

"Turn around for us....we want to see your bottom." continued Ed Harris.

"Very nice....she's perfect." said one of the business pimps.

Donna bent over exposing her round ass. In doing so her latex mini

skirt rose up revealing more of her puffy ass cheeks. They were round,

white and shiny. The latex mini skirt rose even higher revealing her inner

crotch.

"Now Donna....you understand you can trust us. We are here to help

you....we have plenty of heroin for you.....how would you like to be paid

in heroin instead of cash?" asked one of the pimps.

Donna's eyes lit up. She instantly became excited. These men were

going to give her the fix of her dreams. Almost instantly she developed a

warm feeling for these men. They were so powerful and important. She knew

that she would do anything to stay in their good graces.

"Yes...I'd love to be paid in drugs.......It's what I need!" said Donna

excitedly.

The men looked at each other and smiled. This woman would be easy to

seduce into their sleazy sex ring. Donna had no idea what she was getting

herself into - but within a matter of months, they would see to it that she

wouldn't care. They were going to get her so doped up that she would be

putty in their hands. They continued staring at her round bottom.

"Then you'll do what we tell you won't you Donna." said Mr. Harris.

"Oh yes Mr. Harris....I'll do anything you want." replied Donna as she

stared at the oak floor - her bottom in full view of the men in charge.

"Then spread your bottom apart.....we want to see that cute little hiney

hole of yours." commanded Mr. Harris.

Donna hesitated for a moment. She felt uncomfortable doing this in

front of a man - let alone three. But she also knew that she needed her

fix these men seemed trustworthy and probably wouldn't tell anybody about

her humiliation. Forgetting that Mr. Harris already broke his word by

telling his fellow business men that she was a heroin addict Donna made up

her mind. Slowly she spread her pretty bottom apart for the business men.

Her smelly brown hole came into view and winked at the men. It was all

brown and crinkly - like a little brown target. "That's a good girl

Donna.....lick your lips for us....show us how much you want us to stare at

your dirty hole." commanded one of the men.

Donna looked back at the men and rolled her eyes for them. Her little

tongue darted out of her mouth and coated her cherry red lipstick. The

lipstick became smeared and Donna began to look even more trashy. The men

were already losing what little respect they had for the stupid cunt.

"Be a good girl and giggle for us Donna....we like girls that giggle and

spread their bottoms for our enjoyment. That's a girl....you're learning

what men really like in a whore." said Mr. Harris.

"You'd better tone down the degradation Ed - she's not fully hooked on

dope yet. We have to ween her still." said one of the pimps.

Donna felt relieved that one of the men had came to her rescue in terms

of the humiliation she was facing. The fact that she was going to be their

whore disturbed her - but she had very little will power left. The heroin

addiction was just to strong.

"Stand up and push your tits together for us." continued Mr. Harris.

Donna did as she was told. She raised her black latex halter top and

squeezed her D-cup breasts together for the men. Her pink puffy nipples

jutted out like rose buds standing firmly erect. She started giggling for

the men and licking her lips.

"OK Donna, we've seen enough.....for now. Lower your skirt. We have a

more important job for you instead of dancing. We're looking for a girl

who could provide.....special services." said Mr. Harris cunningly.

"What do you mean?" asked Donna.

"Well let's just say that if we are going to pay you in a special way,

we want special services from you." said one of the business men.

One of the men withdrew a needle. Donna's eyes brightened - there was

heroin inside.

"Come here Donna. We know it's been a long time for you - hold out your

arm and we will make everything better for you."

Donna walked up to the pimp with the needle and extended her left arm.

She really needed a fix badly.

"Now Just hold still like a good girl Donna....we want you to consider

this a favor from us." said the pimp with the needle as he injected the

heroin into her arm.

Donna closed her eyes as she felt her head rush.

"I think you know what we want from you Donna." said Mr. Harris

soothingly.

Donna nodded her head. She knew exactly what the men wanted and was

more than eager to give it to them. The men stood up and surrounded her.

Mr. Harris opened one of the cabinets in the lounge table and withdrew a

black studded collar. As the men circled around Donna, Mr. Harris

approached her.

"Lift your head Donna....no matter where you go or what you do in our

organization, we want you to wear this collar so we know exactly what you

are." he said.

"That's a good girl Donna. You're being very cooperative." said one of

the pimps and he stood behind her and raised her black halter top.

Slowly the men began to message and grope her body - kissing and licking

her ears and face. Donna felt a hand reach under her latex mini skirt and

raise it all the way up - exposing her vagina. She wore no panties.

Almost instantly, fat dirty fingers began to probe her little slut hole and

squirm around inside. Donna moaned and swayed between the three men - the

heroin was definitely going to her head now. They had given her a powerful

dose - and she felt completely satisfied. Another finger probed her bottom

and inched its way toward her smelly anus.

"Ooooooh!" she moaned as she licked her slutty lips. Mr. Harris placed

the collar around her neck it was engraved with a serial number. Donna was

now just another whore in his evil sex ring. Mr. Harris snickered as he

placed a hand under her mini skirt and fondled her round bottom.

"We have many plans for you Donna....just hold still and let us have fun

with you - if you behave yourself and please our clients like a good little

whore, we'll give you all the dope you'll need for the rest of your

life.....I promise you won't have to look elsewhere for it.....you're one

of ours now." said Mr. Harris as caressed her slutty bottom.

The other men removed their trousers and placed them on the floor. They

continued kissing and caressing her all over. Donna whimpered and moaned

like she was in heaven. She gave a little yelp as she felt a finger enter

her anus - then another. Soon their were three fingers stretching her

brown hole open. A little gas escaped as Donna farted. Another finger

pressed against her clit and began to circle it - bringing her to new

heights of pleasure. Mr. Harris placed his other hand firmly against her

mouth and pressed his filthy fingers against her lips. Sensing what he

wanted, Donna opened her mouth and began sucking tenderly on his fingers.

The smell of her fart filled the room with a whorish odor and the men just

chuckled and laughed, they were certainly going to have fun with her. One

of the pimps stepped up behind her and pressed his cock against her ass.

"Bend over Donna.....that's a good girl...spread your hiney for

me......oh isn't she adorable Ed?"

"She sure is....I'll bet she'll make a nice prostitute for us." replied

Mr. Harris. The pimp slid his cock into her anus slowly. Her ass had

already been stretched from his three fingers and was receiving the

invasion without any resistance. The men held her firmly as she stooped

forward with her ass in the air. Now her head was level with Mr. Harris's

cock. Slowly he removed his fingers - they were lubricated with Donna's

saliva. Then he pressed his cock against her dirty lips.

"Open your mouth Donna.....that's a good girl....say ahh!" commanded Mr.

Harris as he shoved his fat smelly cock into her waiting mouth.

Donna felt full of penis meat. Her ass was being stretched to the limit

with the pimp's cock and her mouth was loaded with Mr. Harris's smelly

tool. The other pimp continued to jam his fingers into her cunt and wiggle

them around - coating them with slutty goo. Mr. Harris grabbed her ears

and thrust her head violently onto his massive prick. The stupid whore

lapped and slurped away at his penis - savoring all of his filthy juices.

Her mouth almost instantly became coated with his hot sticky sperm. It

sprayed violently all over the inside of her mouth. Donna felt another

load gush all over the inside of her dirty brown poo poo hole. Her head

was spinning under the intoxication of the injection and she barely felt

the other pimp shove his fist into her gaping cunt. Slowly he wormed his

fist all around her slut womb coating it with pussy goop. After he saw Mr.

Harris pull out, he withdrew his fist from her vagina and held it up to her

nose.

"Lick it sweetheart.....that's all you're good for from now on.....doing

as you are told!" said the masculine pimp.

Donna opened her mouth - letting a pile of sperm ooze out onto her lips

and chin. Tentatively she darted her sweet little tongue out and lapped

gently at the gooey fist like a cute little animal. Donna felt more sperm

leak out of her dirty bottom and onto the oak floor. She looked so

adorable lapping away like a little pig with the whorish collar around her

neck. She was now a slave to heroin - as well as Mr. Harris's evil sex

ring.

The next few days passed by quickly for Donna. She was kept highly

drugged while she was trained to be compliant, submissive, and deeply

appreciative to the men within the sex ring. She kept her collar on at all

times and was trained to be very proud of it. Her vagina was shaved so

that it looked like a little girl's pee pee hole and she was treated like a

queen by Mr. Harris. He took her out to fancy shows and bought her nice

things. Little did she know that this was all done to get her to fall in

love with him. Once she gave her heart to him - as all the other women in

the sex ring had - she would be putty in his hands. All the while she

would become more and more addicted to the heroin and care less and less

about life - not to mention who she was with or who she made love to. One

time early in her enslavement process, she became cross with Mr. Harris

and he slapped her across the mouth and threatened her with a belt. Before

long, she fell in line with the rules of the sex ring and became more and

more obedient and appreciative of men. Her sole purpose was to exist for

the complete enjoyment of males. Gradually as the weeks passed, the nights

out on the town became less and less frequent with Mr. Harris. Instead of

dining with the men at his mansion, she was fed separately with regular

silverware. The doses of heroin became smaller and smaller - leading her

to become more desperate and compliant.

"Walk correctly!" said one of the pimps sternly one evening as she was

shuffling into Mr. Harris's lounge in her slutty high heels.

Donna quickly corrected herself - swaying her hips and wiggling her ass

for him. He sat by himself in one of the expensive leather chairs smoking

a cigar and sipping a glass of expensive wine.

"Mr. Harris is out for the evening with an important client - one you

will be meeting soon. You understand what I expect from you Donna..." said

the pimp firmly.

"Yes sir....I'll behave. How can I please you?" asked Donna in her

sexiest voice.

"You can start by sucking my cock while I read the paper sweetie." said

the pimp.

Donna walked over to him swaying her hips and wiggling her slutty

bottom. She was dressed in a pair of black leather boots with high heals

and her face was covered with black eye shadow and lots of whorish makeup.

Her lips were glossy with red lipstick and she was bathed in cheap perfume

- the kind that whores wear on the street. Her high heals clicked on the

oak floor as she made her way to the business man and knelt down between

his legs. Slowly she unfastened his zipper and pulled out his cock. The

man made no sign of appreciation or affection. He placed a powerful hand

on her head and guided her face to his smelly crotch. Donna closed her

eyes and began to suck and slurp on his thick penis inhaling the sweet

aroma of male sweat and urine. Gingerly she bobbed her head up and down

for him - sucking away at his smelly shaft.

"Good girl Donna.....Mr. Harris will be pleased when he hears what a

sweet girl you're becoming." said the business pimp.

Donna continued slurping. She moved her mouth up and down on his big

cock - teasing the tip with her precious tongue. She moved it around -

slithering it up and down his huge pole until it spurted all over her face.

The thick globs of semen splashed all over her nose and forehead. Some of

it got in her hair.

"That's it cunt. Soak your filthy face in my cum juice!" said the pimp.

Then without warning, he slapped her across the face hard. Donna cried

out in terror but was quickly silenced by another blow - this time by a

punch to the head.

When she awoke, she was lying on the lounge sofa with the pimp leering

down at her. Beside the pimp stood Mr. Harris and another man whom she

could not recognize.

"Hi there cunt." said Mr. Harris snickering to his fellow business

associates.

Donna's head still hurt from the blow the pimp had given her. Worse,

she hadn't had her fix of heroin for the day.

"Wh....Why...did you hit me?" asked Donna in a meek voice.

"Shut up you stupid cunt...you'll talk when you are asked to and not

before!" growled Mr. Harris. "He hit you because he felt like it...in the

future, you will be hit and beaten.....sometimes without warning and

without provocation - do you understand?"

Donna nodded her head in resignation. She loved Mr. Harris and didn't

want to make him angry. She looked up wearily at the pimp who had hit her

and smiled as best she could....she didn't want him to hit her again.

"Spread you legs Donna. When was the last time you used the potty?"

asked the stranger that stood beside Mr. Harris.

"I....I can't remember." said Donna in a subdued voice.

"That's OK Donna. You can tell us.....we're your caretakers....we

promise we won't tell anybody else." Mr. Harris snickered at his own lie.

"By the way, this is my new client Gerald Mathews. He just joined our

men's club recently. He wants to spend some private time with you in the

back room....he likes girls who are very willing and accommodating - don't

you Gerald?"

"Sure do." Gerald chimed in.

"So Donna, when was the last time you made potty?"

"I don't know.....I guess it was earlier this afternoon." replied Donna

as she spread her legs for the men to see. Her mini skirt rose up

revealing her pink puffy twat. Gerald Mathews leaned down and smelled her

vagina.

"OK Ed. I like what I see from her. The only thing I need on her is

some baby powder and a pair of panties....the kind that little girls wear."

"Done." said Mr. Harris. "Now Donna....we know you haven't had your

fix today...so if you behave yourself and do exactly what Gerald wants, we

might consider giving you an extra special dose....he likes dumb girls who

forget how to use the potty."

Donna couldn't believe her ears....this man was a pervert of the worst

sort. She grabbed hold of Mr. Harris's hand.

"Oh please Mr. Harris....please don't let him do this to me...I love

you."

"Shut up!" growled Mr. Harris as he slapped her hard across the face.

"You're a hooker - and hooker's smell like toilets.....now hold still while

we put baby powder and panties on you."

Mr. Harris proceeded to withdraw some baby powder from a bag while the

pimp who had previously abused her held her down on the couch.

"Lie still stupid slut.....you want that heroin fix don't you? Huh?

snarled the pimp.

Gerald laughed as he watched the woman calm down and lie still for Mr.

Harris. He watched intently as Mr. Harris applied baby powder to her

crotch and anal area while the other pimp went into the other room to get a

pair of panties for her. When he came back out he brought a pair of pretty

yellow panties with daisies on them. Mr. Harris held Donna's legs up

while the pimp yanked off her mini skirt and slid the panties up her

whorish thighs. Finally they released her.

"Come with me Donna." said Gerald in a gentle comforting tone of voice.

Donna followed him into one of Mr. Harris's private bedrooms. She was

relieved by his tone of voice. He seemed gentle and kind. The room was

brightly lit with beautiful paintings by some of the finest artists ever to

grace history. In the center of the room was a beautiful king size bed

with satin sheets and soft fluffy pillows. A mini bar was built at the far

end of the room and Donna was amazed at the collection of wine bottles that

protruded out of the wine racks. Mr. Mathews closed the solid oak door

behind them and led her to the center of the room next to the bed.

"Now Donna.....I want you to behave like a little girl around the age of

six or seven....do you understand?" asked the well dressed man.

"Yes....I think so." whimpered Donna.

"Oh....what pretty little panties you are wearing sweetheart...does my

little girl like her pretty little panties?" asked Gerald in a fatherly

tone.

Donna fell in line with the role playing game rather quickly - despite

her foggy brain which was shrinking by the day due to the constant heroin

doses.

"Yes daddy....I like my pretty little panties....they feel so warm and

snug around my little bottom (hee hee)" said Donna in a little girl's

voice.

"That's a good girl Donna....but daddy likes his little girl to do

something very special inside her panties....does my little girl like

making special presents for daddy?" asked Gerald - his cock twitching in

his dress slacks.

"Oh yes daddy....I know exactly what you like...my pretty little panties

are too yellow....they need to be brown!" cooed Donna.

"That's my little sweetums....now lie down on this beautiful bed while I

hold your legs up like a little piggy....then we'll see if my little girl

is sincere about pleasing her daddy." said Mr. Mathews as he pushed her

onto the bed and onto her back.

"Suck your thumb for me Donna....that's it you stupid drug

addict.....fucking groupie whore!" snarled Gerald as his tone became much

more harsh.

He held her legs up in the air exposing her yellow underpants. Donna

sucked her thumb and grunted. Gerald stared at her pretty little panties

as he began to observe a tiny brown bulge forming at the base of her hiney.

Within moments, the bulge grew bigger as Donna's BM oozed into her panties

and mashed against her ass.

Pffffffffffffffff.......pffffft! The sound of dirty poo entering

Donna's panties was unmistakable. The slutty whore grunted and sucked her

thumb as Gerald began smearing the BM around her crotch.

"That's my baby girl.......what a cute little whore you are! You'll do

anything for dope won't you Donna?"

Donna giggled her reply and wiggled her smelly bottom for him. She

smelled awful and worse yet, Mr. Mathews began peeling her panties down -

exposing her messy bottom!

"Hold still Donna....I want to take some pictures of you." said Mr.

Mathews as he withdrew a small camera from his coat. Within moments he had

Donna posing in all kinds of degrading positions as he snapped picture

after picture of the slutty red head. He had her hold her legs up and

spread her bottom with both hands. Next he had her scoop some of her poo

poo up in her finger and place it near her lips.

"Smile Donna.....we want to see you enjoying the smell of your dirty

poo!" chuckled Gerald as he continued snapping pictures. "That's

it....that's what we want to see....you enjoy making potty for men don't

you Donna?"

Donna continued smiling and giggling for Mr. Mathews. She held her BM

up to her nose and sniffed it. The horrid stench of her shit made her sick

and she felt like she was going to puke. But she didn't dare let on how

unpleasant it was. She wanted her fix and would do whatever it took to get

it.

"Stick your dirty finger in your mouth whore!" said Gerald firmly.

"No....no please I can't..." pleaded Donna.

Instantly she was greeted with a slap across her face. Gerald hit her

six more times violently until she coward backward away from him.

"Come here you cunt!!!" he swore at her as he grabbed her by the leg and

dragged her back.

"Now put that stupid finger in your mouth and slurp your poo!" growled

Gerald.

Donna whimpered as she pressed her smelly index finger to her mouth. It

was streaked with filthy brown mush and it stank like a messy diaper.

"Put it in your mouth or I'll call Mr. Harris in here and we'll hold

you down and beat you with a leather strap.....I'm warning you

Donna....you're not behaving properly."

Donna hesitated at first, but slowly she pushed her finger into her

slutty mouth. She closed her eyes as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"It's OK Donna.....soon, with the proper training and medication you'll

begin to like it." said Gerald.

Donna inserted the entire finger into her mouth. Almost instantly her

mouth was engulfed with the filthy taste of bitter poo! Her tongue sloshed

all around it and became coated with the brown mess.

"Stick your tongue out Donna.....I want to inspect it to see if it is

brown enough." said Gerald.

Donna pushed her tongue out - it was smeared with dirty poo. Her breath

smelled like BM. Gerald Mathews stared at her filthy bottom. Her yellow

underpants were caked with poo poo in the very center. Her slutty bottom

was smeared with BM with whore odors protruding from it.

"Well well....it seems my little girl has had an accident in her

undies!" scolded Gerald. "We're just going to treat you like a potty -

since that's what you are. START GIGGLING YOU STUPID BIMBO!" commanded

Gerald.

Donna began to giggle again as Gerald removed his cock from his trousers

and aimed it at her dirty crotch.

"Hold still Donna....no one will know about this accept you and me." he

lied.

Suddenly a stream of warm urine shot out of Gerald's cock and onto

Donna's dirty cunt. The hot yellow liquid splashed against her filthy twat

causing some of her poop to fall on the bed. Gerald lowered his aim and

sprayed her anus with it. The warm piss splashed against her brown hole

and leaked onto the bed. Donna felt horrible and humiliated, but her need

for heroin was growing stronger by the minute. Her will was no longer her

own. She was now a complete whore.

"Hold you legs up cunt!" commanded Gerald. "You're nothing but a toilet

- spread those legs so I can pee all over your belly."

Donna giggled and spread her legs wide open allowing Gerald to pee all

over her body. The smell of urine and slutty poop covered Donna from face

to toe as she was bathed in her first golden shower. The satin sheets were

now covered with the filthy mess and Donna wiggled around helplessly like a

baby while Gerald peed all over her.

"Lick my peter....cunt!" commanded Gerald.

Donna leaned forward and began lapping earnestly at his cock - becoming

engrossed with the smell of urine. She couldn't wait for her drug fix.

Gerald leaned forward and groaned - his cock was about to explode. This

was definitely the whore of his dreams and he would give a very generous

donation to the sex ring. Within moments he felt a sudden surge of semen

erupt from his shaft. He gripped her head and pushed it away from his cock

so that he could aim it at her face.

SQUIRT........SQUIRT........SQZZZZZZT! The cum splashed all over

Donna's face and forehead. There was an extra large amount of it and her

face quickly became covered with white goo.

"Lick your lips for me Donna....show me what a slut you are!" commanded

Gerald.

Donna licked her lips graciously for him. She wanted her heroin fix so

bad that she could no longer taste the poop in her mouth - or smell the

filthy urine that was all over her body. Her face felt sticky like Elmer's

glue.

"What a filthy whore...." snickered Gerald. "Go into the bathroom and

get cleaned up. The other men want to have a turn with you I'm sure."

Donna pulled up her dirty panties....they clung to her crotch like a

filthy diaper. She quickly made her way to the bathroom at the far side of

the bedroom and closed the door. Immediately it was kicked open by Gerald.

"Never....never....shut the door....whores like you are not entitled to

privacy! Shall I hit you again?" shouted Gerald as he shook his menacing

fist at her.

"N...no....please don't hit me....I'll be a good little whore I

promise....I'm really stupid - I need to be taught." pleaded Donna in the

best little girl voice she could muster under the circumstances. She was

really becoming desperate for her fix now and she had begun to sweat -

partly with fear, but also because of the desire for the drug. She quickly

showered and changed in front of Gerald with the door open. The only thing

she was wearing was the evening gown that Gerald had given her. It was a

pink - see through mini slip that revealed most of her sweet round bottom.

"Come with me Donna.....you're a special little whore....and good things

happen to women who behave themselves and please us." said Gerald as he led

her out of the bedroom and into the main hallway. From there they entered

the main lounge. It was now almost 1:00 am in the morning and most of Mr.

Harris's acquaintances had gone home for the evening. The pimp was still

there however chatting with Mr. Harris while a young girl licked their

shoes. She appeared to be around 19 years old and her hair was done up in

pretty little pig-tails. She graciously slurped at Mr. Harris's shoe and

occasionally looked up at him for approval. The pimp got down on his hands

and knees and hiked up her mini dress. He pressed his nose against her

tender little bottom and smelled the sweet aroma of teeny poo protruding

out of her tiny brown anus.

"Keep slurping deary....you're doing just fine for a little 18 year old

drugged cunt." chirped Mr. Harris as the young girl continued licking his

shoe.

Gerald stepped forward with Donna by the hand.

"She's been a good cunt Mr. Harris....I should look forward to many

more evenings with her." stated Gerald Mathews.

"Excellent my good friend....shall we reward her for her behavior

tonight?"

"Oh yes....she's been a good girl haven't you Donna?" asked Gerald.

Donna nodded her head. She looked tired. Mr. Harris motioned for one

of one of his servants to bring the needle. Donna held out her arm while

Mr. Harris readied the injection. Gerald wrapped his arms around her from

behind and began kissing and nibbling at her ear.

"Smile for us Donna....we're going to make you feel all better in a few

seconds - just hold still." said Mr. Harris with an evil grin.

Slowly he pushed the menacing needle into her arm - injecting the slave

substance known as heroin into her vain. Donna began to relax as she

leaned back against Gerald's arms smiling contently. He continued mashing

his tongue against her cheek.

"That's a good little potty whore......giggle.....that's it you stupid

cunt!"

Mr. Harris finished the injection and motioned for the young girl to

stop licking his shoe. The pimp was still sniffing her bottom.

"Donna....this is Mandy. She's 18 years old and I think she has to make

potties." said the pimp as he removed his nose from the teen girl's anus.

"Lie on the floor Donna....we've been good to you....now it's your turn

to be good to us." said Mr. Harris.

Donna lay down on the floor and stared at the ceiling obediently. Mr.

Harris muttered some instructions to the young girl as he drew her

attention away from his shoe. It looked sparkling clean as if it had been

p lished by a professional. Mandy rose to her feet and squatted over

Donna's face. Donna watched in horror as the young girl's anus began to

push outward and spread open. He smelly teen brownie was less than inches

from her face. A little brown log appeared and plopped onto Donna's face

then another - then another! The teenie bopper was pooping all over

Donna's face.

"Wipe your stupid hiney all over her Mandy - don't worry, you'll get

your turn to be used as a piece of toilet paper soon enough." said Mr.

Harris.

Mandy rubbed her bottom back and forth on Donna's face - covering it

with little girlie poo. Donna couldn't see anything. Her face was covered

in a pile of mud. Mandy finished wiping and rose to her feet. She smiled

at Mr. Harris and stuck her sweet little index finger in her hot little

mouth.

"That's a good slut Mandy....it's time for your special fix now." said

Mr. Harris.

Mandy's hiney was all covered in brown mush and it smelled! She giggled

and stepped forward while the pimp spread her tushy and took pictures of

her little potty mess. Mr. Harris withdrew a few tablets from a medicine

bottle. The drug he was giving her was much different than heroin. It was

designed to lower her IQ significantly. Mandy was on her fifth week of

treatment. She had been kidnapped from her college dorm and beaten

severely until she relented and swallowed the first of many pills designed

to make her stupid and submissive. Now she barely knew her name and

responded only to simple commands - ones that she was taught not to forget.

As for Donna, she was well on her way to whoredom. Within weeks she

became the perfect human toilet. She was routinely fucked up the ass and

pissed on as well as degraded. She and Mandy took turns shitting on each

other for the pleasure of Mr. Harris and many of his friends. The two

girls were perfect whores when it came to perverted bachelor parties. It

wouldn't be long before the two girls would become spent and lose their

looks. That was fine with Mr. Harris and company. There were plenty of

new bimbos coming in daily to dance at his go go clubs. Some were less

desperate than others. They were the fortunate ones who were permitted to

dance in the nude for the measly some of 15 dollars per hour starting

salary. The other - less fortunate ones, wound up in the tangled web of

Mr. Harris's sex ring. When the girls were used up and no longer

attractive, they were placed in a cab, sedated with drugs, and thrown into

a deserted ally to be raped by dirty bums. Occasionally, Mr. Harris's

dirty laundry found it's way to the local police station. The cops would

investigate only to find an envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills

waiting in their mail boxes along with an invitation to visit Mr. Harris's