Claire had observed the slut, Christy, flaunting her goods through the neighborhood sometime before she started hearing about how truly depraved she was. The wives had finally caught wind of her deeds. Rushed blowjobs and secret meetings while they were out shopping seemed to be the bulk of the retellings. But other things were discovered. Christy had a huge issue with the word NO. From Claire's understanding, she would be up to anything the twisted men in the cul-de-sac came up with. She was even going so far as to crawl on her hands and knees while barking like a dog. Claire wasn't sure if she believed the extreme tales. She wasn't one to buy into the fantastical. 

Claire had to see if what people were saying was true and find out for herself. 

Claire decided to wait until she saw little traffic going into the slut's home. From sunrise to sunset, she would witness different men strolling to her door, staying for some time, whether a few minutes or a few hours and then they would exit, with large grins plastered on their faces. Claire waited until she saw no one in or around Christy's residence. She marched right up to the door and knocked loudly.

"Hello," Christy said as she greeted Claire. She was wearing a thin sundress. Claire could tell that she was wearing nothing underneath it.

"Hey," Claire said. "I wanted to come to ask for a favor."

"Sure," Christy said. "Anything you want!"

Her personality was so bubbly that Claire almost forgot that Christy was a dirty whore. She did a good job of hiding it well. 

Claire hesitated before she answered Christy. "I want you to get on your knees and eat my pussy."

"Okay!" Claire said.

Without any delay, Christy got on her knees, lifted Claire's skirt, pulled her panties to the side, and started lapping at Claire's soft clam. She didn't pull her inside the house or anything, she simply got on her knees and started licking. Claire thought she would be shocked by how forward the neighborhood slam piece would be, but instead of feeling astonished, she felt lust rising through her bones. She stood there until she finished in Christy's mouth, which didn't take long at all. When Claire would instruct her what to do, such as where to suck and how much pressure to add, Christy followed suit perfectly. Claire was shaking and holding on to the door frame as she did so. When she was finished, she told Christy to stop and go back inside, which the slut did without any fuss. Claire then went back home and went about her day, but the events that unfolded on that porch never left her.

The next few days were filled with thoughts of Christy. She was just as bad as the men in the neighborhood, if not worse. When it was slow in her office, she would recline back in her chair and picture the entire episode in her mind. She would play back each second, rewinding and fast-forwarding the memory to enhance the moments she found memorable. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore, and she would find herself knocking on Christy's door and having her way with her regularly.

The things that Claire did to her neighbor became more depraved and nastier as time went on. Claire didn't realize it, but she was becoming addicted to the mind-blanked slave. She kept on wondering when Christy would finally turn her down, but it never happened. She went on accepting all the lewd acts that were divvied out to her. At first, it was just a few days a week, and then, it was every weekday. Soon after Claire was introduced to Christy's way of life, she was spending every free moment she had dominating her slutty neighbor.

This started to cause problems with the other people who enjoyed Christy's company. There was always an unspoken rule about sharing her. She was the community whore, which meant that people couldn't be greedy. But Claire was greedy in all aspects of her life: her job, her house, her investments. Now that she had someone who would do exactly as she said, something she had always fantasized about, she started to lose control. 

Claire's one huge mistake was when she decided to cross Paul, the person who made Christy the way she was.

Paul was fucking Christy one afternoon after he got out of class. He knew that her son, Cody, would be out studying in the library, so he took the opportunity to have some fun with his favorite mind-blanked MILF. He had been fucking her for only 20 minutes or so when he saw Christy's front door burst open with Claire standing in the doorway. She had her hands on her hip and a bitchy expression on her face.

"Look," Claire said, "are you almost done with her? I have a virtual meeting in a couple of hours, and I need some stress relief. Just hurry up and come inside her and be done with it."

"What?" Paul said. He was confused. He hadn't expected someone to just barge in as Claire did.

"Ugh... Fucking hell... Look, if you are going to take forever just move over and let me have some fun with her. It's not like she's going anywhere."

Claire snapped her fingers and Christy looked up at her with a submissive gaze. Paul had been plowing her from behind, with her body bent over the edge of the loveseat. When Christy heard the snap from Claire's fingers, she pushed Paul out of her cunt and then got up from where she was and walked over to Claire. When she got within arm's length of the woman, she sank to her knees and waited for her next command. 

"What the fuck?" Paul said. "Hey! What's the fucking deal, lady? You can't just come in here and do that."

"Oh please," Claire said. "I can do whatever the fuck I want. What are you gonna do?" 

Paul called out to Christy to come back to him, but she stayed where she was, frozen in front of Claire. Paul was confused. Christy was supposed to follow anyone's command, but somehow, she had stayed where she was after his words hit her eardrum.

"Christy! Get over here, now!"

She didn't move. She was gazing up at Claire with a hungry look in her eye.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Claire said, laughing. "I've been programming this bitch for weeks now! She’ll only listen to me."

The older woman chuckled as she began to stroke her pet's chin. Paul watched on, his blood on the verge of boiling. He observed as Claire instructed Christy to open her mouth wide. Then, Claire dropped her panties as quickly as she could before placing her cunt right into Christy's gap. 

Paul fumed as he watched Claire use his slave. He clenched his jaw so hard that it began to ache. He waited until Claire came inside Christy's slutty mouth before walking up to the duo with his phone out.

He trotted right up to Claire and held the phone screen to her face. She was still smiling and giggling, rubbing in the fact that she had taken Christy right from him. But when her eyes caught a glimpse of his phone screen, the laughter stopped immediately.

Had Claire known that Paul was the one who turned Christy into the depraved, mind-blanked slut that she was, she probably would have left him be. Her ignorance proved to be her downfall. As she took in the sights and sounds from the phone screen, she slowly began to realize that her brain was being drained right out of her. By the time she realized, it was too late to stop the process. She stood there for a few minutes before her body gave way. Paul caught her before she hit the ground and laid her out on the couch. While he waited for her to awaken, he bent Christy over and continued to use her pussy.

After twenty minutes of Claire being out, she started to stir. When she sat up and saw Christy being plowed by Paul, she felt a twinge of confusion before she felt a stirring in her loins. She too wanted to be used by the young man. More than anything else in life, she wanted to feel his cock inside of him just as Christy was feeling. She wasn't sure why, but the more she tried to pry into the reasoning behind wanting to be a breathing sex doll, her head started to hurt, and she figured it wasn't important to dwell anyway. Besides, watching Christy get plowed by her son's friend was making her hot and bothered as well.

"Get over here," Paul commanded. "Get on your fucking hands and knees."

Claire felt an overwhelming urge fill her chest to do whatever the man told her to do. There was a small voice somewhere in her head. The last remnants of the old Claire. She thrashed and shouted to not listen to the boy, but that voice soon drained out of her head. She got down on all fours, just as instructed. When she felt his hands start pulling at her skirt, her heart started racing and her pussy started pulsating. She felt him enter her and her mind continued to warp. This was what she truly wanted, she decided in that instant. She just needed some young dick to make herself feel better. No, not just young, but any dick she could find. 

"You're going to tell Christy that she will no longer listen to you."

"Yes, Master," Claire said. She turned to her former slave and released her, giving her the instruction to no longer follow her orders over everyone else. 

When she was done, Paul felt a sense of power flooding over him. He emptied his balls deep inside Claire. He had intended to come on Christy's tits that afternoon, but the pull of Claire's cunt was too strong. He filled her up and then told Christy to lap up the cum as it poured out.

"From now on," Paul said, "you're going to be my little slut. Now come on."

Paul grabbed Claire by the hair before Christy was done cleaning and dragged her out of the house. He slammed the door behind him, and Christy was left wondering what to do. She had no dick nor cunt to satisfy her urges after all of that. She decided that she would put on something skimpy and walk down the sidewalk, in hopes that some random passerby would grab her and entertain themselves for a while.