All characters are over the age of 18. All characters are fictitious. If you do not enjoy the degradation of and humiliation of women, then do not read this story. I fully support women's rights in real life and abhor rape and sexual abuse. This story is not real and is for fantasy purposes only! Any constructive remarks are appreciated.
This story is still in the works, and I may continue it if I get good responses. I wanted to post it and get a feel for how well it did. Constructive remarks are welcome.
NOTE: All characters are over the age of 18. No character engages in sex under the age of 18 in this story or in their backstory. Any reference to a character when they were underage is purely non-sexual and for character building purposes only.
Tracy reached across the table and slapped Jenny’s large, fake tit. It was firm for a breast and it wobbled only once, braless, beneath the top of her red strapless dress.
Jenny stopped gabbing to their friend, Lisa, who sat beside her on the outside of the booth and glared across the table. Jenny’s vibrant, red lipstick matched her outfit, her entire appearance boldly stating: fuck me. “What the fuck was that for bitch?” She said.
“I’ve been trying to get your attention, you blonde-haired bimbo!” Tracy waved her hands in exaggeration, having the entire side of the booth to herself.
“Well you got it, jeez!” Jenny said and quickly glanced around, then slipped the right side of her top down, popping her boob free of the confines of the clothing. She examined the smooth, firm flesh, not a tan line in sight due to her nude sunbathing. Her big breast sat unnaturally high on her chest, the large nipple stood alert atop dark, half-dollar sized areolas. “You made a mark!” She complained, rubbing a red patch on the right side of her boob.
Jenny, 25 years old, was the picture-perfect bimbo, although slightly more intelligent. She had long, blonde hair, fair facial features, 36DD fake breasts that looked giant on her tiny body and a small ass that some guys loved because, with her short, small frame, it looked like it belonged on a ten-year-old girl.
Lisa, 23 years old, had a smaller chest, 32B, but a muscular butt from running and working out. She was 5'6", tall for a woman, and had long, curly brown hair and an athletic body.
Tracy, 22 year old, was African Latino, having milk chocolate skin and almond shaped eyes with nice cheekbones and curly black hair. Her breasts were naturally big at 34DD and Jenny was always jealous until she got her boob job. Tracy has the best ass out of the three, it naturally popped without being too big.
“Would you care for a refill on your drinks, ladi—oh my!” A waitress with a brown ponytail said, lightly blushing as she stared at Jenny’s exposed tit. She was eighteen, a freshman in college
“Does it look like we want to be disturbed, you peeping slut!” Lisa exclaimed. “Now get!” she said and slapped the waitress firmly on her nice ass. The employee scurried away faster than a field mouse, rubbing her bottom. Tracy and Jenny busted out laughing. “Get on with it Trace, what’s so important it’s worth almost sacrificing Jenny’s new boob-job.”
“Look—my god, Jenny, I don’t care how proud you are of your new knockers, put your fucking tit away!” Tracy said. Jenny scowled and slipped her boob back in her dress. Tracy nodded to her right, just past Lisa’s shoulder. “Check out that couple over there. I’ve been watching them since they came in. The boyfriend has been a real douche bag to the chick and she just takes it like it’s her job—best show in a long time,” Tracy said, chuckling lightly as she spoke. “She actually had to pull out the chair for him, and as he thanked her, he reached up and jiggled those massive jugs of hers. Her face got so red; it was hilarious.
Jenny and Lisa turned their heads toward the couple, about seven feet away at a table for two in the center of the small pub. The pub, McSluts, had a row of booths along the windows, a scattering of tables along the floor, then a long bar along the opposite wall from the windows. An open area, adjacent to the room, was used as a dance floor at night. McSluts had a small team of sexy waitresses. Now, the restaurant couldn’t legally hire women without extending the option to men, but somehow only women were hired under the male management team. Of course, McSluts also could not force their waitresses to get handsy with customers, nor could they allow their waitresses to endure sexual abuse from customers, but they both seemed to happen consistently. Of course there were those who could put an end to it, but those officials enjoyed the club’s “services” far too much.
“Wow, his new girl is a looker. I think I used to see him in here a lot. He’s got a lot of pull, not sure why thought. I bet he’s got a big dick,” said Jenny. “That green swooping v-neck goes great with her eyes—and her huge knockers. I bet they’re bigger than mine! Of course they’re obviously fake.”
“I don’t know, I bet they’re all-natural,” said Lisa. “You see, you’re a shallow blonde, but she looks to be an innocent brunette. I don’t see her as the disgraceful, boob-job type.”
“You’re just jealous, you small-tittied slut,” Jenny said, reaching over to Lisa. She pinched and tweaked Lisa’s nipple, which protruded through her thin top.
“Owe! Bitch!” she said and ripped Jenny’s top down and slapped her knockers. They barely wobbled.
“Will everyone watch the fucking merchandise!” Jenny shouted, grabbing her jugs. Just then, the waitress who was hesitantly making her way over to the table, noticed Jenny’s exposed funbags and abruptly turned and made a beeline in the opposite direction.
“There goes our service for the night, good job, girls,” Tracy said. She sighed. “This was so much more fun when we had Monica, that shy, 21 year old slut, to focus our frustrations on. Now we take it out on each other. It’s ripping us apart, girls.”
“Hey, you scared Monica away, Trace,” Jenny said.
“Me?”
“Yes, you, you evil nymph. Remember last New Year’s when you ripped her dress off on the crowded dance floor and set off that party popper in her ass?”
Tracy laughed hysterically. “She was shitting glitter for the rest of the night. She didn’t even get to see the ball drop.” Tracy shrugged. “Oh well, she should have worn underwear, then I wouldn’t have been as provoked.”
Lisa leaned in. “Yeah, we wouldn’t let her, remember? The last times she wore bra and panties, we cut them off of her and gave them to the waitress to toss.”
Tracy and jenny laughed. “Oh, yeah,” Tracy said.
“Say,” Lisa started. “Remember that time we made her dance all night while wearing that butt-plug and dildo?”
“For god’s sake, Jenny, put your tits away!” Tracy exclaimed.
Jenny slipped her dress back in place, shrugging. “This time it was Lisa’s fault.” She hooked her thumb toward her friend.
“This is what I’m talking about. We need another Monica.” She leaned into the center of the table and motioned for the other two to join her. “I have a plan…”
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“Good evening, welcome to McSluts, My name is Felicia, I’ll be your slut today. Can I help you with something to drink?” The brunette ponytailed waitress asked the young couple.
“Sure, slut,” Ben said, ignoring her name. He placed a hand on the waitress’ ass and gave it a couple of squeezes. The waitress winced, sore from where her butt had been slapped by another guest. Felicia wore thin leggings with no underwear (McSlut employees were banned from wearing any form of underwear), they were the type of leggings that looked black but were actually see-through when they stretched over an ass that was at least of moderate size, such as Felicia’s. She had them pulled up tight so that they wedged into her ass and made a clear camel toe on her pussy. The pants were part of the unofficial, “official dress-code” of McSluts. The shirt was a black tube top that showed generous underboob and cleavage but no areola. The thin piece of fabric that did cover a small amount of breast had red block letters that read SLUT. “What are our options, cum-bucket?” Ben rubbed and squeezed Felicia’s ass.
“Umm—w—we…” Felicia stuttered, trying to recover from this man’s vulgar attitude and obscene language. She was used to being felt up, she had gotten used to that by the end of her first day—one week ago. Before that, she hadn’t actually expected the job to be as bad as other women had described. She always figured they had embellished, plus the money was supposed to be so good, it was an opportunity that she could not turn down, not if she wanted to stay in college. Even the nice, professional man who hired her began to cop-a-feel after she signed her contract.
When she expressed her discomfort with her boss touching her breasts and buttocks, he slapped her, grabbed her hair and said that she had just signed her life away in a contract that was so secure and legally sound that the best lawyers in the world could not break it. Then he continued to “sample the merchandise” as he phrased it. Now, this had become her life. She was permanently scheduled to work everyday after school and all night on weekends. The worst part was seeing her teachers here, male and female. They all caressed her body and made her touch them in the worst ways possible—what’s more, her grades started to drop over the week, even though she kept up with her studies. If anything, she expected the opposite considering her teachers were sexually abusing and humiliating one of their students. It was like her teachers wanted her to fail so that they could keep her for sexual torment. But this man, this was a whole new level of misogyny.
Felicia cleared her throat. “If you have IDs, we have a full bar, otherwise, we have coke products, iced or hot tea, coffee—”
“I’ll take a gin’n’tonic, the pile of tits over there will have a sex on the beach, and make it strong,” Ben said, nodding to Eden across the table. The waitress glanced at Eden’s giant bossom.
Eden blushed. “Ben…” she whined, meekly. Eden was 20 years old, had brown, curly hair, a curvy body (not overweight) and the biggest tits you have ever seen (they were 36FF).
“Can I see your IDs, please?” Felicia asked.
Ben reached up and grabbed the waitress’s waist. He pulled her into his lap. Eden gasped but said nothing, blushing at Ben’s usual brash nature. He slid her top out of the way and cupped her breasts. “You must be new here,” he whispered into Felicia’s ear. He nibbled her lobe softly and flicked her nipples; she sharply sucked in her breath but nodded. Ben grabbed her hand and guided it beneath his slacks and boxers. Her eyes bulged when her little fingers slid over his massive, hardening member. “Go tell the bartender what we want and mention who it is for. She’ll make the drinks.” Ben slid a hand beneath Felicia’s leggings and flicked her clit. She moaned loudly before cupping her hand over her mouth and turning beet red. Felicia hopped out of Ben’s lap, but since his hand was down her pants, her leggings were pulled partway down. The half-full restaurant cheered as Felicia’s top and bottom were now pulled out of the way. Ben yanked her leggings down to her knees while pretending to get his hand out. Felicia looked back and saw a big smirk on Ben’s face. “Get back to work!” he said, and slapped her bare ass, hard. Her meaty butt-cheek rippled, and a red handprint formed where ben had slapped her already red rear end.
Felicia yelped and pulled her pants up. She heard the ladies in the window booth laughing hysterically along with several other guests. This was going to be a very long night, she thought, blushing while scurrying away.
“Ben, I thought we were going to enjoy this night, just the two of us?” Eden said. “Is that okay?”
Ben sighed. “Sure, babe,” he said, rolling his eyes and adjusting his dick. “I just got caught up. You know these new waitresses; they need to be taught the customs of McSluts. I haven’t been here in so long, I almost forgot what it was like.”
Eden nodded, not really understanding what Ben meant, but she couldn’t believe that this place was in business, it seemed so degrading to women. Eden hated the things that Ben did to her, but she knew that he couldn’t help it, it was just his way. Moreso, she wished that Ben would stop doing these things to other women. All she ever wanted was to make the people around her happy—that’s how she had been raised: never to talk back and to always please everyone she met. Her parents always taught her to see that others were happy before she thought of herself. Now, she hated for other people to suffer unduly for something that she could prevent, even if it made her life a little difficult.
“I thought we were going somewhere nice, Ben?” Eden asked, hesitantly.
“What’s wrong with this place?” Ben asked, accusingly.
Eden’s eyes widened. She shook her head. “No—nothing.” She held up her hands to emphasize. Snickering came from her left and she followed the noise. Three beautiful women sat in a booth, staring at them. Eden turned back to Ben, attempting to ignore the women. But Ben had followed her gaze and smiled at the ladies. Eden groaned, knowing what would happen. One woman sat alone on the far side of the booth. She curled her finger, seductively inviting Ben to join her.
“Let’s go join that table, babe, they look friendly,” Ben said, getting up before Eden could reply—not that she would have disagreed. He walked over and sat next to the black-haired seductress who had called him over. “My name is Ben, and you are?” He asked, holding his hand out to her.
She placed her hand in his. “Patricia, but I go by Tracy,” she said, smiling. Ben took her hand and kissed it. Ben laced his arm around Tracy’s shoulders and, as if noticing Eden for the first time, looked startled.
Eden was sporadically tugging at the bottom of her emerald green dress, which was so short it barely covered her insanely hot ass. It hugged her voluptuous, but athletic figure as it climbed up her hips and past her flat stomach. The dress separated into two strands at her belly button and it was so small (Ben bought it several sizes too small on purpose) that it barely covered her massive chest (showing generous side-boob) before it tied behind her neck.
“Oh, hey, babe. C’mon, have a seat,” Ben said before turning back to Tracy.
“Umm…” she said, not sure where to sit since Ben was sitting on the edge of the bench.
Ben sighed in annoyance. “Babe, you’re going to have to sit on the other side, there’s no room on our side. Sit with…” He gestured to the two ladies on the far bench.
“Lisa, and this is Jenny,” Lisa chimed in, hopping up. Eden held out her hand to greet them, but Lisa shoved her into the booth without a second glance. The woman squeezed back in, pressing the side of her body into Eden. Eden tried scooting over, but she was already tightly against Jenny, who kept awkwardly rubbing her breasts into Eden’s arm. Eden blushed.
“You have such a beautiful dress,” Jenny said and grabbed Eden’s breast, pretending to feel the material. Eden gasped. “Wow and get a load of these puppies! Lisa Feel this girl’s tits. Honey, where did you get your work done?” Eden’s tits were so big that Jenny’s hand looked miniature next to them
“Umm… they’re—” Eden felt a hand on her other breast as Lisa accepted the invitation and roughly fondled Eden’s left tit. She raised her arms so as to not impede the women from their exploration. “They’re actually real.” Both of her large melons were now being squeezed and jiggled through her green dress—not that her dress covered much. Eden felt her nipples stiffen from the attention and hoped that the women would not notice. Across the booth, Ben and Tracy chuckled at Eden and when she looked at him pleadingly, Ben shrugged before turning his attention back to the sexy black-haired beauty beside him.
“Not too shabby,” Lisa said, doing her best to make Eden uncomfortable. “Do you feel her nipples, she definitely likes her breasts toyed with.” Lisa said, Jenny nodded. They both laughed, sensing Eden’s ridged body and seeing her reddening face. “Hey Jen, you should compare them to yours, I think they are definitely bigger. Before Eden could say anything (although she’s not sure what she would have said), Lisa reached up and undid the tie behind her neck. The top of the dress slid down but hung up on her large knockers.
“Oh god!” Eden gasped and her hands snapped up to cover her chest. She looked to Ben for help, but he was making out with Tracy. Tracy’s hand was fondling something beneath the table and Eden didn’t have to guess at what she was doing. “Ben, please,” She said, but he ignored her. She knew not to press him. Eden wanted to cry for help, but she knew that that would cause a commotion and piss off Ben. He didn’t like to be disturbed when he was ‘helping other women,’ as he called it.
There was nothing Eden could do, she was being humiliated, and she was trapped. Her hands dropped to her sides, she desperately hoped that Ben would get bored soon and that they would leave these strange and horrible women.
“Christ almighty!” Jenny said and Eden’s head snapped toward her, wondering what had gone wrong. She blushed again. Jenny had her own tits out and she had pulled Eden’s top the rest of the way down while Eden was caught up in Ben’s exploits. “I got 36DD tits and paid good money for them and here you are with these huge mamas that put mine to shame. These aren’t tits; they’re freaking utters! Don’t get me wrong, they’re beautiful, but what the fuck, you slut.”
Lisa laughed and grabbed Eden’s bare boob. Eden flinched and sucked in air through her teeth at the cold hand. “Jealous much, Jenny?” She asked. Jenny was kneading the other tit and comparing it her hers. “They’re so soft and squishy, not like your hard bubbles on your chest, Jenny,” said Lisa
“Shut up, Lisa, you have the smallest tits here, flatty!” Jenny said, smacking the underside of Eden’s breast and watching it jiggle.
“Hey, I’m not flat, I’m proud of these B’s, they’ve served me well.” Lisa cupped her smaller tits through her shirt.
“Jenny’s got a point though, Lisa.” Ben said, leaning back while Tracy jacked him off. His cock had finally reached it’s full height of fourteen inches and actually stuck slightly above the table. The giant bulbous head was throbbing, and Tracy’s dainty hand barely could get partway around it. “There’s noting like titty-fucking those gazongas and coating that pretty face in cum or motorboating them for that matter.
“Oh god.” Eden whispered and covered her face wither hands.
“Oh no, are we embarrassing you, sweetie?” Tracy asked, still giving Eden’s boyfriend a handjob.
Eden quickly dropped her hands and looked at Tracy. Her eyes naturally floated down to Tracy’s hand, which stroked the giant cock. Her cock. Eden’s cock. She wanted to tell Tracy to get the fuck off of her man. She wanted to tell these two awful women to stop molesting her. She wanted to run and hide. But she knew that she couldn’t do any of these things. If she did anything of the like, it would just hurt their feelings or worse, anger Ben. She could never bring herself to cause so much negativity. “I—I’m okay,” she said.
Tracy grinned, stroking the magnificent, giant shaft beside her while watching Lisa and Jenny take turns punching Eden’s utters and letting them ricochet into one another. She had found their new Monica. This was going to be fun.
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