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| - | '''Random Adventures - Pixie's Punishment'''
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| - | '''Part 5: The Location - Part 2'''
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| - | '''The Story:'''
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| - | You are shaking as you open the email, tears leaking down your cheek as you feel the terrible piercings pull at your most sensitive areas just with the simple movement of pulling out your phone and shifting over to look at it. Groaning and trying not to sob more you read the email, then once again with just a faint gasp. It reads: "Pixie, I have been informed the first part of your transformation has been completed. I know this was hard for you, but you need to understand your new place sooner rather than later. I'll give you the rest of today off but we will continue your training in person on Sunday. Be at the Howard Sunshine Bar at noon. Being late is not an option."
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| - | Leaning back in your chair and practically throwing your phone across the car you scream as loud as you can in frustration again and again until you can't scream anymore then finally just collapse in your seat. You don't even have tears anymore, just frustration. You almost break your rear-view mirror when you finally start your car up and get another look at yourself. How dare this woman? What she did to your body is almost worse than ruining the rest of your life. This isn't worth saving whatever you have of a life. It isn't. This feeling is horrible. You feel like an object and every time you move just the slightest you feel the beads on your tongue, the rings on your nipples, the residual pain of the tattoos.
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| - | Surprised that you don't crash on your way home you cover yourself the best you can as you walk into your parent's place. You are not sure why you even bothered, your dad is passed out drunk on his chair and your mom doesn't even leave the kitchen when you get home, just screams at you for getting home at this time. Ignoring her words you quickly get upstairs and lock your door in what little sanctuary you have left and curl up to sleep.
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| - | You sleep well past noon, nightmares filling your head. Every time you wake up you start to sob feeling the piercings all over your body tugging you this way and that. You are horrified that the constant tug on your nipples and clit is even turning you on slightly. You almost text your best friends a few times but you always put the phone back down not even knowing where to start. You take several showers that day and practically starve yourself just eating snacks you still have in your room. Somehow you manage to avoid your parents entirely.
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| - | Eventually Sunday comes and you get ready to meet Cassandra, fire in your eyes as you get dressed. She didn't order you to wear anything special, you figure she'll just strip you anyways. You put on a thong and some tight black jean shorts with a tank top without a bra. You quickly find your nipples are still too sensitive for that. You leave with plenty of time to make it to the bar across town and walk in leaving determined to end all of this. The bartender is a cute, innocent looking blonde who smiles at you as if your bright blue hair and nose ring aren't anything out of the ordinary. "You must be Pixie. Cassandra told me you would be coming by to see her from now on. She is upstairs in room 216." She says with a bright smile.
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| - | Just glaring at her you stalk past her and upstairs where there are apartments above the bar. They are actually pretty nice from what you can tell, a hell lot better than your room at the moment as long as you don't mind the noise every night. You quickly find Cassandra's room, the one that must overlook the entire street corner and knock loudly right at noon. It isn't long before you hear footsteps cross the room towards the door, your heart racing as you curl your hands into fists in anger.
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| - | Cassandra opens the door and just gives you a level look before standing to the side. "Come in." Is all she says in her cold voice.
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| - | You stalk in and with just a cursory glance around a normal looking yet messy apartment you turn around and just let your rage go as Cassandra locks the door behind her. "How fucking dare you?" You scream almost getting right in her face. You scream at her about how horrible she is, the horrible thing she has done, you yell and scream and don't let her move from having her back against the door until your voice is practically hoarse. You are fucking done with all of this and if she dare try and blackmail you again she is going to catch hell.
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| - | Half way through Cassandra who just stares at you coldly simply pulls out her phone and presses a few buttons before looking back at you and raising her eyebrow expectantly. "WHAT!?" You scream, tears welling up in your eyes. When she doesn't respond you slam your fist into the door next to her. "What did you do? Tell me you fucking bitch!" You practically cry.
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| - | Cassandra confidently shoves your arm away then walks past you into her apartment not even looking back. "Check your phone." She snaps walking into the kitchen.
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| - | Trying to catch your breath you quickly check your phone glowering towards the kitchen. You have a text message. One that is shared with your parents. Your eyes go wide and you turn pale. No! NOOO! You quickly find Cassandra just shared not only pictures of your new body but videos of you that she saved from your online sessions. Even the video of her fucking you in the club. That bitch had a camera there too! And the responses from your parents are already there. You are a disgrace. They knew you were a whore. You are not welcome home. They are throwing your things out as you speak. They can't be happier losing such a worthless slut of a daughter.
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| - | You just collapse onto your knees falling over and catching yourself with one hand as you try not to throw up. Fuck! FUCK! This can't be happening. It can't! You almost start to hyperventilate you start to freak out so much. You don't have a place to stay. Yeah maybe you can stay at a friends place a few nights but none of them would let you stay all summer. Especially not looking like this! Their parents would never have it! Fuck!
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| - | "Pixie, come in here. Now." Cassandra says from the other room.
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| - | Slowly turning dead inside with tears sliding down your eyes you slowly and lifelessly pick yourself back up and stagger into the kitchen where Cassandra is sitting at a small chair next to a window at the edge of her kitchen and living room. "You have been punished. You will not speak to me in that manner again. If you do next will be your job, and then your friends. After that will be your college and eventually your relatives and anyone I can possibly think of." She warns coldly, no hint of remorse in her voice. "You are my little slut slave now, you better get used to it." She finishes coolly keeping your gaze with her own cold one.
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| - | The words wash over you like fire destroying your insides. It is one thing for her to have blackmail on you, a whole other things for her to actually use it. You have such a big pit in your stomach you are not sure how much longer you can hold it together. You are a fucking sex slave, and a homeless one. What is the point anymore? What are you going to do until college? All fucking summer?
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| - | To your surprise you hear a slightly warmer tone from Cassandra. "I know this is hard Pixie, but it will get better. You can stay here from now on. I assure you as long as you are my property you will be looked after. Later tonight I'll go by and pick up your things for you." She says tapping her finger on the table irritated as if being nice is actually hard for her.
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| - | For some horrible reason you feel as if a weight was just lifted off your shoulders. You can stay here. She'll get your things. You almost sink to your knees trying not to sob, taking purchase on the door frame. "Ttthank you, mistress." You practically whisper, your voice gone. All your fire is gone, you are broken. And yet thankful. You don't know how you feel.
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| - | "Strip, Pixie." Cassandra orders, her cold voice returning as she gives you her no-nonsense look.
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| - | "Offf... courseee mistressss." You moan softly, slowly slipping out of the shoulder strap of your top. You just go into auto-pilot not even wanting to think. Not wanting to feel. You strip before her pulling down your tight black jean shorts and revealing the body she altered to her pleasure. You stand there shuddering in horror as she gets up and walks over to check out the tattoos on your body, the piercings hanging from your most sensitive areas, everything. As if she were inspecting cattle. Finally satisfied with the work done she gets out a thick black studded leather collar and puts it around your neck with a padlock which snaps close so ominously you almost start to sob.
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| - | You watch as she walks back to her seat and reaches down to slide out of her tight jeans revealing her long athletic legs, thick muscled thighs and and impressive looking ass. She sits back down on the chair spreading her legs and you know what you have to do. You sink down to your knees then slowly crawl across the kitchen sobbing softly at each step. The nipple rings pull on your erect nipples while the thickest ring tugs at your clit turning you on with just the sight of your mistress. You feel all the rest as you reach Cassandra and look up at her as you move your lips inches from her bare, perfect cunt.
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| - | "Do a good job Pixie, you don't want to displease me any more do you?" Cassandra says warning you with a cold look.
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| - | You just nod, keeping eye contact with her as you move forward running your tongue, and all your new beads down Cassandra's bare slit. You watch her bite her lip in pleasure and realize that the beads must actually feel pretty nice. Cassandra grabs your fake hair then and pulls your face tightly against it, it hurts almost as bad if not worse than getting your actual hair pulled. Focusing on the prize you lap up her tight little slit then probe her wet hole with your bead covered tongue until Cassandra finally moans. You move on to flicking her clit with them between lapping up her cunt before sucking on her lips then finally her clit making sure your tongue and beads work it well between your lips.
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| - | By the way Cassandra is gripping your hair and gasping you can tell you are doing a good job, pressed hard against her cunt as she tries to keep her legs open in pleasure. Eventually Cassandra moans loudly shoving your face hard into her pussy as she grinds her slit against your face. You moan trying to turn her on letting her grind her clit against your lips while flicking it with your tongue until she cums all over your face.
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| - | When she is finally done you start to pull away but she grabs your wig hard and keeps you there making you grunt in pain. "You're not done slave." She practically sneers.
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| - | Blushing you almost sob knowing this is your job from now on and realize you are desperate to please her. She controls your life! You quickly begin to eat her out the best you can quickly learning how to use your new tongue beads until you've successfully made her cum three different times.
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| - | Hardly able to stand Cassandra makes you clean her up with she is done then pulls you over her lap grabbing a paddle. You get spanked hard then, over and over and over until you scream writhing on her lap. "Just like the little whore you are." Cassandra says giving you no mercy as she lands the paddle brutally on your bouncing red-stained ass cheeks relentlessly. Finally you are practically drooling from crying and sobbing and screaming in pain and she shoves you off her onto the floor.
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| - | Not letting you rest she grabs a leash and attaches it to your collar and starts to walk you into the living room. You have to scramble up fast, your ass burning like hell behind you each time it shifts while you crawl. Cassandra eventually has you kneeling on top of her coffee table with your hands restrained in the air by some rope which is secured fast to a hook in the ceiling. Your mistress takes a flog and walks circles around you flogging your ass, thighs, stomach, back, and breasts over and over making you sob and scream twisting on the coffee table trying to stay in your position knowing you'll get punished if you fail. Eventually there are red stripes all over your aching body but Cassandra isn't done. She is a cruel mistress you have no doubt.
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| - | She attaches weights to your nipple rings and clit ring making you beg for her to remove them in which case she simply gags you with a thick teal ball gag like your hair. She then leans back and plays with your ass until you moan and allow a butt plug right up your thick ass screaming every time she touches your destroying and aching in pain ass cheeks. Just like she likes you Cassandra just leaves you like that and relaxes on the couch putting on some more clothes and starts to watch some TV.
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| - | You get left like that for an hour or two, sobbing softly from time to time as the pain from your nipples and clit almost becomes too much to bear hating that every inch of movement makes you all too away of the butt plug filling your tight little ass. Eventually deciding you've had enough Cassandra moves you to her bed and straps you down eagle style keeping the gag and plug in but thankfully removing the weights. She looks over you then, revealing a pair of black panties with a built-in vibrator. She finally speaks, one of the few times since her kind words earlier. "You have been punished for your mistakes today. Understand that such treatment will continue if you don't learn your place quickly. Despite your position however you did obey orders well once you realized your position was hopeless. This is your reward while I go to get your things." She announces.
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| - | Cassandra slides the panties up you then forces the vibrator up your tight cunt until you moan loudly as she pulls the panties all the way up your hips and turns it on. The pleasure immediately explodes through your body and is somehow greater for all the pain you endured earlier. Cassandra slides a blindfold onto you finally before stepping out of the room. You hear her leave and lock the door behind her as you shift in pleasure as the vibrator hums inside you.
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| - | You are there for a good hour or two moaning and cumming hard all over the vibrator, the amazing pleasure starting to turn into a punishment as it becomes too often and too much for you never stopping. By the time Cassandra returns you are drained and near passing out on the bed covered in cum and gasping trying to catch your breath from constantly cumming. It is late, but you can't tell what is store for you next.
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| - | *[[VRX 9000: Sex Games / Random Twist (22111). ]]
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| - | *[[VRX 9000: Sex Games / Random Twist (22112). ]]
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