Wyatt told Peyton she should start watching lesbian porn, and gave her terms like “cunt licking”, “lesbian 69” and “lesbian rape” to start her searches.

 

She complained to him that she particularly hated these.  She wasn’t a lesbian.  She wasn’t bisexual.  She found the sight of two women fucking vaguely repellent.  And yet she rubbed her pussy to them like a good girl until she became aroused from the stimulation alone, and her whole body was vibrating with lust as she looked at images that shouldn’t arouse her at all.

 

Wyatt reminded her that when she saw a pretty girl out in public she should buzz her vibrator, and that just made her even more confused, because she found herself having to assess the attractiveness of every girl she saw, and picture how they might look naked, and then when she buzzed her vibrator it was like telling herself she was attracted to a girl even when she wasn’t.

 

And under these circumstances it wasn’t long until her confused, porn-addicted brain told her she needed to experience what she was watching in her porn, and she awkwardly seduced a pretty blonde girl at college and brought her home.  They kissed and made out - Peyton’s lack of attraction to women warring with her constantly-aroused pussy and hypnotically-rearranged brain - until finally Peyton ended up with the girl eagerly licking her pussy, until Peyton orgasmed on the girl’s tongue and squirted all over her face.

 

She was crying when she called Wyatt.

 

“I hate it, I hate it,” she whined.  “I’m not a lesbian.  I’m not bisexual.”

 

“Aren’t you?” asked Wyatt.  “Didn’t you just orgasm from a girl’s tongue?”

 

“I couldn’t help it,” said Peyton.  “The porn… the porn made me.  I’m just… I’m so confused all the time.  I can’t think straight…”

 

“That’s because you’re a slut, Peyton,” said Wyatt.  “You’ve always been a slut.  Nothing has changed.  The porn is just helping you see how stupid and ridiculous you always were.”

 

She cried a bit more at this, but Wyatt could see she was masturbating as she cried.

 

“At least I don’t have to ever do it again,” she said, finally.

 

“What, fuck a woman?” said Wyatt.  “That doesn’t sound right.  The girls in porn lez off with each other all the time.  It’s practically all they do.”

 

“But I don’t want to!” whined Peyton.

 

“It’s not about what you want,” said Wyatt.  “It’s about what helps you understand the porn, remember?  It’s not healthy for you to repress your true nature.”

 

The cognitive dissonance of “true nature” against being told to fuck a gender she wasn’t attracted to made her shake and whine.

 

“Did you have any thoughts after watching your final video today, Peyton?” he asked her.

 

He had been asking her this for several days, and she had again been resisting.  But she could only resist so far.

 

“The girls in porn… they get paid for it,” she said, slowly.

 

‘Sometimes,” said Wyatt.  “Not always.  Sluts fuck because sluts need to fuck.  But sometimes they do, yes.”

 

“I should… I should get paid for it,” said Peyton.

 

“Are you saying you should sell your body for money?” asked Wyatt.

 

Peyton just made a little, desperate moan.

 

“Say it for me,” said Wyatt.  “Say what you’re going to do.”

 

“I need to get a job… as a stripper, or… as a whore… or in porn…” said Peyton.

 

“That’s right,” said Wyatt.  “You do.  You’re not doing anything with your nights except masturbating anyway, right?  Go out and make some money.”

 

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Peyton started three nights later as a stripper at the Kat Korner, a shady strip-club where it was public knowledge that you could sometimes fuck the dancers too, if you were willing to pay enough.  

 

The look on Peyton’s face on her first night as she stripped in front of a jeering crowd was priceless.  She looked so helpless and humiliated.  Part of her didn’t even understand how she had come to be there.  The other half was aroused and horny and wanted to show her wet pussy to everyone.

 

After ensuring that Peyton was actually going through with her new stripping career, Wyatt printed up posters for her in which she appeared topless, her tits clearly visible, and posted them around her college campus.  He looked up who her teachers in school had been and some of her high school friends, and sent them copies as well.  Peyton would enjoy stripping in front of people she knew and seeing the last of their respect for her turning into raw lust, he thought.

 

He kept her watching lesbian porn, and on her second night stripping he paid the club owner a tidy sum to encourage him to force Peyton to do a duo number with another girl, where she kissed the girl on stage and fondled her tits and ended up licking the girl’s cunt in front of a laughing and catcalling crowd.

 

The very next day Peyton came to him with a new idea from her hypnosis.

 

“You’re right,” she said.  “Porn girls fuck other girls all the time, even if they don’t want to.”

 

“That’s right,” said Wyatt.

 

“I should… fuck girls,” said Peyton.  “I should do it where men can watch.  To entertain them.  Otherwise I’m lying to myself.  I need to fuck… two girls a week.  Especially if they have huge tits like porn girls.”

 

“Good girl,” said Wyatt.  “That’s a very good idea.  And you probably shouldn’t say no to girls who want to fuck you, should you?”

 

She shook her head.

 

And afterwards Peyton regularly fucked girls on stage at least two nights a week, and from time to time when girls propositioned her at college, Peyton found herself saying yes, and letting them use her body however they liked.

 

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Once Peyton was settled into being a stripper and bisexual slut, Wyatt started making her watch “slave training” porn.  She masturbated to nude girls kept in cages, girls being whipped and spanked, girls wearing leashes, girls on all fours eating from dog bowls.

 

By now she was aware she was failing college.  She hadn’t actually learned anything in more than a month, and was having trouble remembering the things she *had* learned.  One of her lecturers had shown her an assignment that Wyatt had turned in in her name, which was just a photo of her naked with “CUM GOES IN HERE” written on the side with arrows pointing to her mouth and cunt.  Her hypnosis wouldn’t allow her to see the problem with what she had written, but she was alarmed by the lecturer’s concern, and understood that he thought she had done something scandalous and slutty, and she had to pretend that she had, indeed, deliberately submitted that assignment, and explain that she had decided to do that because she was a stupid slut.

 

When she confronted him over the assignments, Wyatt was forced to be stern with her.  He slapped her, and shoved his cock into her, and began to fuck her.  He told her that she was better off failing college, because it would give her more time to masturbate and focus on her true career as a stripper and a whore.  He told her she had always been too stupid to pass her college courses.  He told her she would fall pregnant soon from all her unprotected sex, and the baby would have made her drop out of college anyway.  And then he refused to let her cum until she thanked him for submitting those essays.

 

She did, in the end, wailing her thanks for exposing her as the dumb slut she was, so he allowed her to cum, and then orgasmed himself, ejaculating into her unprotected womb.  

 

After that he made her write the assignments herself, submitting humiliating nude photos of herself for every assessment, accompanied by degrading slut babble.  She told her teachers that she was a whore and a slut, and she spread her pussy open for them, and told them that they could watch her lez off with slutty bimbos at the Kat Korner.

 

She would keep sucking their cocks and fucking them, in the pretense of trying for good grades, but she would fail anyway.  It was her destiny, as the porn slut that she was.

 

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The extra money Peyton was making as a stripper came in handy, because after a week of fighting she finally confessed her most humiliating “idea” of all to Wyatt.

 

“I need fake tits,” she told him over a video call, crying and masturbating as she said it.

 

“Yes,” he told her.  “You do.  The kind that let everyone know you’re nothing but a fuckdoll.”

 

“I need fake tits,” she said again.  “I need fake tits.”

 

She clearly wanted to cum.  She had been masturbating to this thought for hours prior to telling him.

 

“You do need fake tits,” said Wyatt.  “Set up your surgery immediately.  Make sure you’re getting ridiculous fuckballoons, big enough that none of your current clothes will fit.  And when the appointment is made, you are allowed to cum.”

 

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When he first saw Peyton after the surgery, Wyatt’s first instinct was to laugh - and so he did, because he knew that the sound of his laughter would be seared into Peyton’s brain forever, as the natural reaction to what she now looked like.

 

Her new tits were ludicrously round and big.  They looked like inflated balloons jutting from her chest.  Each was about two-thirds the size of Peyton’s head.  

 

No one would ever look at Peyton again and think she was normal.  Their first assumption would be that she was a porn star or a whore.  And they would be right.

 

It was Peyton’s idea that she should show them off, so Wyatt had her organise a “sex-balloon party”.  She invited her male friends, and those female friends that she had fucked, and she went topless at the party and invited attendees to squeeze, suck, and even slap her tits.  It ended with Peyton kneeling as many of the men masturbated, their cocks aimed at her cleavage, until one by one they bathed her new whore-melons in their sticky cum.

 

It wasn’t long after that that the Kat Korner began pressuring Peyton to do “extra work” - which is to say, letting customers fuck her for money after her shows.  She would let two, three, or even four men rape her unprotected pussy each night, and take their money.

 

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Peyton inevitably fell pregnant.  Wyatt didn’t tell her what to do with it, but Peyton decided to keep it.

 

Around this time she told him that the natural evolution of her journey to understand porn was to make it.  

 

“I need to be filmed,” she told him.  “I need to be on the internet, showing my tits and pussy, being fucked, to help teach other girls.”

 

He told her she was absolutely right, and made arrangements to have it become reality.

 

Peyton was relatively pretty, and he secured her a contract with a mid-tier porn studio - one that did extreme content, and had a reputation for mistreating girls.  He told them they could do whatever they wanted with her until her baby belly started showing, and then they could have her shoot “preggo” content until she gave birth.

 

They mostly got Peyton to film gangbang content, where groups of men slapped her and threw her around and then penetrated two or more of her holes at once.  Sometimes they would deposit multiple loads of cum into her ass and pussy, and then have her squat over a bowl as the semen dripped out of her, and then make her drink the semen from the bowl.

 

Wyatt made sure they shot lesbian content with Peyton too, just because of how much she hated it.  She had become indistinguishable from the big-titted porn bimbos that she masturbated to, and he loved to remind her of that.

 

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Finally Peyton came to Wyatt with the words he had been waiting for.

 

“I need to be owned,” she told him on a video chat, after an epic session of masturbation to slave porn.

 

“You do,” he agreed.

 

“Would you… own me, sir?” she asked in a small voice.

 

“You’ll be property,” he told her.  “Not a person.  I make all your decisions.  Your life won’t be relevant except to the extent that it’s pleasing me.  I can mistreat you however I like.”

 

“Yes, sir,” said Peyton.  “That’s what I deserve.”

 

He went over to her house, and he kissed her, and he raped her, and then he put a collar on her.  On the thick leather band, it said “CUNT” in etched letters.  A tag was attached that had her real name on one side, and on the other “Property of Wyatt”, and his contact details.  It had a little lock so that once it was on, she couldn’t take it off.

 

She formally dropped out of college, and he moved her into a special pet cage in his house.  It had a screen in it, so she could watch porn all day and all night and masturbate to it, and he only let her out to strip, to whore, and to shoot porn.

 

Having brought her to where he wanted her, he switched her once-per-day hypnotic video for a final version.  She no longer came up with new ideas for her degradation.  Instead, it deepened her affection and gratitude for him.  She soon came to believe that she truly loved him, and she was endlessly eager to please him as thanks for helping her become the caged fuckdoll that she had always been destined to become.  The more he slapped her and insulted her, the more pathetically loving she became.

 

And as her pregnant belly developed, and she started to get booked for hucow porn, where her swollen udders were painfully milked, Wyatt began to think about how pretty she might look with another naked slave in a cage next to her, and what he might do with two such sluts together.

 

And he began to think who else he could challenge to learn - *really* learn - about pornography…

 

(END)

 

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