Korrupting Kayla, Part Sixteen

Chapter Fifteen: Tiffany's Vote

The last thing Tiffany remembered was Dr. Swell’s face hovering over her and giving her an injection. Then, everything had gone dark. She was awake now and her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. She cracked one bleary eye open and then the other.

All she could see was the ceiling, all white tile, and fluorescent lights. There was a dull ache centered around her chest and soft, soothing music in her ears. When she raised her arms to inspect the pain, however, she found them cuffed to the rails of her bed with padded cuffs.

Dr. Swell’s pretty face hovered over her once more, pushed a tube into her mouth, and Tiffany drank from it. A moment later, she was asleep again. By the third time she awoke, awareness returned.

“Back with us?” Swell asked.

Tiffany nodded and asked back, “What happened?”

Swell’s smile was gleeful as she answered, “Your first step is done. Take a look.”

The doctor pulled down the sheet over Tiffany’s breasts, revealing her first change. Tiffany’s breath caught in her throat as she flicked her eyes downward.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “They’re… big!”

And they were. Her tits, once small handfuls were now large, round melons that she imagined she’d never be able to cup with a single hand. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked from her enhanced rack up at the doctor.

“Thank you!” she said. “I… I love them!”

This was, clearly, not the response that Swell had imagined. Her smile turned to a perplexed frown for a moment, and then it returned, amused.

“Well,” she said, “maybe there’s hope for you, after all.”

“Can I touch them?” Tiffany asked, rattling her cuffs.

“Not yet. For the first couple of days, they can bruise easily. We’re using a new technique called Maximizer, which is just a simple injection. You’ll remain here until you recover, and then you’ll move on.”

Tiffany stared at her tits, enrapt.

“I never thought I’d have such gorgeous cans,” she whispered. “They’re going to be so much fun!”

Swell said, “You’re going to look like a ridiculous sex doll.”

“Really? That’s so fucking cool! I can’t wait to show my dad. Is it safe to fuck them?”

Swell chuckled and said, “After a couple of days, yes.”

She put the earbuds back in Tiffany’s ears and left. Tiffany continued staring at her tits, imagining all the fun she could have with them. She envisioned her father’s face when he got a look at them and wondered how it would feel to have him squeeze them. How would it feel to lube up the valley of her chest and let him plow his cock between them? Maybe this whole being changed business wasn’t so bad, after all.

The soothing music began to play once again, making her mind drift pleasantly as she watched her tits. When she shifted, they jiggled pleasantly, in a way that made her giggle. Making them shake proved to be fun for a while, but eventually, she had to nap again.

When she came to, an orderly dressed in the pale blue scrubs was rubbing her cunt with a wet cloth and the music in her ears was gone. Tiffany spread her legs a bit wider to help and moaned a little at the pleasant feeling. The orderly looked up and, over the mountains of her augmented chest, she could see the woman smile at her.

“Feel good?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Tiffany said and wiggled her hips.

The woman took the cloth away and replaced it with her tongue, making Tiffany groan with relief. The chick was good at it, too! For several minutes, her tongue played in Tiffany’s excited fuckbox, finally coaxing out a much-needed orgasm from her. Tiffany tugged at the cuffs as she moaned and thrashed on the woman’s tongue, but after just one cum the orderly left her wanting another.

Shortly after, Swell returned and gave her tits a gentle squeeze that made Tiffany yelp. Her boobs felt sore and they ached. Swell nodded to herself and asked, “How do you feel?”

“They’re sore and I’m hungry,” Tiffany said.

“We’ll take care of that. You just listen, alright?”

She put the earbuds back in and the music played once more. When Swell left, the woman orderly appeared again, this time joined by a male orderly. The woman carried a small cup of something, which she began to feed Tiffany with a spoon.

The male orderly, meanwhile, climbed on the bed with Tiffany. She opened her mouth to inquire about this, but the woman shoveled more of the goo into her face. The man lifted Tiffany’s legs and pushed his penis into her wet cunt.

“Oh!” Tiffany squeaked. “Deeper!”

The man chuckled and pushed his cock deeper until his balls slapped her taint. The nurse pushed more goo into her mouth. Holding tightly to her hips, the man began to make short, hard thrusts into Tiffany’s pussy, his eyes fixed on her bouncing tits. Tiffany watched them, too, moaning softly as her melons wobbled back and forth. The woman continued spooning the stuff into her mouth, but the task was difficult with the man rocking her body with his cock thrusts. Most of the goo ended up on her face.

The woman licked the stuff up and pushed it into Tiffany’s mouth with her tongue. They shared it, sloppily kissing as Tiffany huffed and moaned into her mouth. The man’s cock was great, but she didn’t cum by the time he grunted and flooded her cunt with his jizz. The woman wiped Tiffany’s mouth with a cloth, while the man dismounted her.

Over the next two days, this cycle repeated itself over and over. Between her brief naps, Swell would pop in to grope her tits, after which the woman orderly would show up. A different man would arrive with her each time. She’d help Tiffany to the toilet, clean her in the shower, then return her to the bed. While the woman pushed more of the bland goop into Tiffany’s mouth, she would listen to the earbuds and a man would pound his cock into her. She thought that at least nine men had fucked her by the time recovery was over, but the music made it a bit difficult to remember the number.

Finally, the day came when Swell released her from the cuffs and let her up. She gave Tiffany back her clothes, but the top would no longer fit. For the first time, she groped and fondled her breasts with delight.

“They’re so beautiful,” she said. “Can I just leave them out?”

Swell shrugged and said, “Where you’re going, I don’t think that will matter.”

That brought Tiffany out of her self-pawing.

“Where am I going?” she asked.

“There’s a car in the back.”

It didn’t seem like an answer, Tiffany thought, but she supposed it was the only one she was going to get. With her tits out, she followed Swell to the back of the facility, where the black sedan waited to whisk her away.

“You have potential,” Swell said before she left. “Remember what I said about compassion. Maybe we’ll meet again someday.”

“Thank you for the melons,” Tiffany said and took the steps down to the car.

***

The journey in the car took another hour and it was nearly evening when Tiffany was deposited inside the perimeter of a high fence. In the distance, she could see what looked like a lodge. It reminded her of a month spent at summer camp, back in elementary school. Only, summer camp hadn’t been surrounded by a ten-foot high fence.

Tiffany got out of the car, heart pounding, her naked tits out in the summer air. Nearby stood two men in polo shirts and slacks, the DomCo logo emblazoned on their breast pockets. Another car pulled in behind her own. One of the men approached.

“Nice tits,” he said.

“Thanks! They’re new. Would you like to feel them?”

The man did and gave them a good, hard squeeze that caused Tiffany to yelp.

“Follow me, cunt,” he said, releasing his grip.

Tiffany started after him. Behind them, the other car door opened and Tiffany heard the sound of a girl crying as she stepped out. She turned to look but her guide whistled loudly to get her attention.

“Not your concern,” he snapped. “Come.”

Tiffany followed. He pushed open the screen door of the lodge and let it go. The door, on its spring, shot closed and whacked Tiffany in her melons, eliciting a painful squeal and rocking her back on her heels. The man barked laughter and waited inside for her to catch up.

The first floor of the lodge reminded her, again, of summer camp. It was an open floor, with a staircase at either end. A long, wooden dining table took up the center of the main floor, set in front of a cold fireplace.

They approached the table, where Tiffany saw that each seat had a small ring screwed into the wood in front of it. Next to the ring were little chains that hung off the edge of the table. The man guided her to one of the seats.

“Bend over and place your palms flat on the table,” he instructed.

Tiffany did. She heard the snap of a cap opening and then the man began to finger something cool and slimy into her ass.

“What is—“

“Hush!” he commanded.

Tiffany blushed, but only from the reprimand. The finger in the ass felt pretty nice. Once he’d gauged her suitably lubricated, he worked a butt plug into her hole as she moaned and wiggled her bottom. With her ass plugged, the man sat her in one of the seats. He took one of the chains and clipped it to her collar. The others, he attached to her new tits with painful clamps that made her shriek. He pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them with something soft but unyielding. Lastly, a gag ball went between her teeth and fastened behind her head.

He left her there and went back out the door. A moment later, the second man that had been outside entered, escorting a redhead with a set of boobs that were even larger than Tiffany’s own. Tears streamed down her cheeks and, at the sight of Tiffany’s gagged and chained state, she tried to back out of the doorway. Her escort grabbed hold of her wrist, wheeled her around, and not-so-gently guided her to the table.

“Please! I don’t want to,” she begged. “This is a mistake! I didn’t sign up for this!”

The man roughly bent her over the table and showed her a butt plug.

“This is going up your ass,” he said. “If you want to be difficult, I can give it to you dry.”

The girl put her hands on the table and looked into Tiffany’s face as her tears fell to the wood top. The man lubed up her butthole and the girl made weak protests as he put the plug in her anus. The gag ball went into her mouth next, and then he sat her down and clipped the chains to her tits. She howled and tried to stand up out of reflex, which only made the chains yank harder on her udders and brought forth another scream. She quickly sat once more. The man bound her hands and then clipped the last chain to her collar. The name on it read, “Meat Holes.”

Tiffany said nothing to the girl as they looked across the table at one another. She couldn’t have said anything if she’d wanted to. Instead, she waited in silence, listening to the girl’s pitiful sobbing.

In short order, they were joined by two more girls. The first was a brunette with her own recently-enhanced rack, but she looked thrilled to be there. She humped her escort’s finger with her ass as he lubed her up and plugged her, and then actually orgasmed when he attached the chains to her tits.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, “for hurting my tits.”

The gag ball went in her mouth and the chain on her collar. Hers read, “Rape Doll.”

The fourth girl had flowing, black hair that fell to her ass in a long braid. She was nearly as distressed as Meat Holes, but more docile when they plugged her asshole. She shrieked when they clamped her tits and began to sniffle when they clipped her collar. Hers read, “Luscious,” and Tiffany thought it was appropriate. The girl looked delicious.

Tiffany wasn’t sure how long the four of them sat at the table, staring blankly at one another, but the sun was starting to go down outside by the time the men returned for them. There were four of them, all dressed alike, in their polos and slacks. One of the men stood at the head of the table and cleared his throat. The four girls craned their necks, as well as they were able, to look at him.

“You’re here,” he announced, “because you’ve decided to become full-time employees. That comes with certain expectations. I don’t care who you were before you got here, and I don’t care how you got here. My concern is who you’ll be when you leave here. For the next month, or until I deem you suitable to return, you belong to me. You can call me Bob. Not Sir, Master, mister, or whatever else you might think of to ingratiate yourselves. Just plain, old, simple Bob.”

He paused and looked expectant.

“Ys, Bb,” Tiffany mumbled and he nodded.

The three other girls mumbled the same.

“What happens here isn’t what you’d call a program, so much as it is me making this shit up as I go. There are methods and there are formulas, but there is no specified curriculum that we’ll study. My job is to prepare you for the reality of what’s coming. What is that reality, you ask? Thank you for the question. I’m not going to answer it. Once you can answer that question for yourself, you’ll be done here.”

The other three men began to bring out bowls of food, which they set on the table. Four stomachs grumbled.

“Seeing as it’s late,” Bob continued, “we’ll have supper first. In those bowls are four meals. Three of them are people food. One of them is dog food. We’re going to take a vote. Tongue Candy, which bitch would you like to watch eat a bowl of dog food?”

One of the men removed Tiffany’s gag ball and she worked her sore jaw as she looked around the table. To her left sat Rape Doll. Across from her, looking at her pleadingly, sat the redhead, Meat Holes. To the left of her, Luscious looked as if she might vomit just thinking about it. Tiffany quickly assessed the competition and the choice.

This was, she decided, only the first of many choices to come. If she showed herself to be compassionate and accepted the dog food herself, they’d take that away from her. Rape Doll, she decided, was probably her biggest competition here. The girl was already into this whole thing. Luscious was a bit of a whiner, but Tiffany felt that she could come through this thing alright. Meat Holes would need the most work. If anyone needed to be changed to fit in, it was going to be her.

“Meat Holes,” Tiffany said and the girl shook her head.

She stared angrily at Tiffany and made a muffled sound of protest. The man moved to Rape Doll and removed her gag.

“Rape Doll,” Bob said, “which bitch should be served the dog food?”

“Meat Holes,” Rape Doll answered without hesitation, glancing sidelong at Tiffany.

The man moved to Luscious and removed her gag.

“Luscious?” Bob asked.

“Meat Holes,” she answered.

“Mm mm!” Meat Holes groaned and bounced in her seat, which only made the chains tug on her tits and the plug bump against her asshole.

The man pushed a bowl of dry dog food in front of Meat Holes and took out her gag. The other girls received bowls of warm pasta. Their hands remained bound.

“Let’s all eat up!” Bob declared.

Tiffany put her face in the bowl and struggled to slurp up the pasta noodles. Rape Doll and Luscious followed suit, but Meat Holes did not want to eat her dog food.

“Please,” she whimpered, “please don’t make me.”

“No one is going to make you,” Bob said. “You can choose not to eat.”

Tiffany eyed the girl over her bowl, wondering when the last time she’d eaten was. Tiffany herself had eaten nothing but the bland goop at NewYou for two days. Had Meat Holes done the same?

The girl put her face in the bowl and worked one of the little pellet-like bits into her mouth with her tongue. The sound of her teeth crunching filled the silence. A moment later, she licked up another one and met Tiffany’s eyes over the bowl. They were filled with hatred. She’d made two allies and one enemy tonight.

***

Following dinner, Bob announced that it was time to clean up the supper dishes before bed.

“Meat Holes,” Bob said. “In the interests of fairness, which is very important here, you can vote on who should do the washing up. Who should it be?”

“Tongue Candy,” Meat Holes said quickly.

“Luscious?” Bob asked the braided girl.

She cast a quick glance at Tiffany and Rape Doll, who wore stony expressions, betraying nothing. Having already sided with them once, she repeated her previous answer, “Meat Holes.”

Meat Holes gave a frustrated growl.

“Rape Doll?”

“Meat Holes.”

“Tongue Candy?”

“Meat Holes,” Tiffany declared.

“Excellent,” Bob said. We have our dishwasher. “Let’s go watch, shall we?”

One of the men released Meat Holes from her chains and unclipped her collar, then led her away toward the back. The other men released the remaining girls, who obediently followed Bob in the same direction. The man escorting Meat Holes bent her over a basin filled with soapy water and dunked her tits in it. She squealed as he pulled her up by the hair and then mashed one of her tits into a supper bowl. She squirmed and sobbed as he used her boob to scrub the bowl clean. He repeated the process with the other bowls.

With tears of humiliation in her eyes and soapy water dripping from her tits, the man escorted Meat Holes back to the main room. Bob and the three girls followed. They trudged up the stairs, where Bob introduced them to their shared bedroom. It had four beds.

“Welcome to your cozy cots, ladies,” Bob said. “One of these bunks is mine. Three of them will be for you. One of you will have to share with me. Rape Doll, which girl should be my little butt whore tonight?”

Rape Doll, Tiffany thought, wouldn’t have minded some anal, but she was getting wise to Bob’s game. They all were.

“Meat Holes,” she said.

“No!” Meat Holes shouted.

“Luscious?” Bob asked.

“Meat Holes.”

“Tongue Candy?”

There was only one answer. She would never make a friend of this one.

“Meat Holes,” she said.

That night, Tiffany fell asleep listening to the sound of the busty redhead grunting and sobbing as Bob pumped his prick into her asshole.

***

In the morning, the girls were each given ten minutes to toilet and shower, under the watchful eye of one of the men. Once they were bound again, they were brought back to the table and attached to it for breakfast. Just as with the supper meal, four servings were brought out.

“Three of these meals are fit for girls,” Bob declared. “The last one is cat food, only fit for an animal. Luscious, which of you will be this morning’s animal?”

There was no question who it would be.

“Meat Holes,” she said.

The girl went purple with rage and muttered, “Bitch!”

“Meat Holes?” Bob asked.

“Tongue Candy,” she spat.

Unfortunately, Meat Holes did not make the cut and was unanimously elected as the morning’s animal. While the other three girls pushed their faces into plates of scrambled eggs, Meat Holes licked at the wet cat food in disgust, sniffling.

Meat Holes’ misfortune only continued, when she was elected plate washer. One of the men used her tits to clean the plates in the sink once more, and then the four of them were gagged and escorted to a waiting shuttle bus.

On the drive, they were given Obsequium to drink. The drive was a long one. By the time the shuttle stopped at a rest stop, Tiffany’s pussy was so wet and hot that she thought she might be about to explode. She also had to pee.

The rest stop was deserted. Before they were allowed to use the toilets, another vote was held.

“Girls, with permission, are allowed the use of toilet facilities,” Bob explained. “Cute little animals go potty outside. Tongue Candy, which of you deserves to piss outside?”

At the end of the vote, three girls were allowed to use the bathroom. Meat Holes pissed in the grass, in front of the rest stop. Once they boarded the bus, Bob had yet another declaration.

“I’m sure those hot little twats of yours are aching for a bit of release,” he said. “I’d like you to nominate a slit licker to take care of the rest of you. Rape Doll, which of these girls would you most like to take care of your cunt?”

At the end of the vote, Meat Holes’ tears were mingling with girl cum, as she serviced the other three girls. She sulked in her seat for the remainder of the drive, her face wet with snatch cream as she rested her head against the window and regretted her life choices. When the shuttle stopped again, it was in front of a gate, manned by guards who carried guns.

The driver signaled to the guards, who opened the gate, and the shuttle made its way down a long, winding dirt road. They passed through a thick canopy of trees, which gave the impression of driving through a tunnel, and then emerged in a broad clearing. At a fork in the road, the driver made a turn and they passed a sign that read, “Residence.”

The plantation-style house they stopped at reminded Tiffany of the kind she’d seen in American Civil War films and photos. Outside, on the covered porch, stood a large man in overalls, his belly stretching the denim fabric. As the girls were escorted off the bus, he eyed them over like choice meat. Sitting next to him on the porch was a redhead, nude, with her tongue lolling stupidly from her mouth and a vacant expression on her pretty face.

She scampered out to meet them, walking on all fours, and began to sniff at their twats. She stood up long enough to put her hands on Tiffany’s tits and lick her face, while Tiffany drew back in shock. As the girl got back down, she saw the little heart charm hanging from her collar. It read, “Harmony.”

“You bring me out a fresh crop of lovelies?” the big man called to Bob.

“Just another round of new recruits who need the tour,” Bob said back, shaking the man’s hand.

He turned to the girls. The man whistled and Harmony crawled back to the porch, where he ruffled her hair and gave her a small treat.

“Girls,” Bob said. “This is The Farmer. We’re going to go on a quick, motivational tour of his facility. The purpose of this tour is to illustrate what comes from failure.”

Around Tiffany, the three other girls stiffened as they all realized where they were. Just like her, these full-timers had been shown the video and told about their employee status. They’d been shown where Bad Girls went, and now they were going to see it first-hand. The Farm.

Tiffany looked at the redhead dog girl and held back tears of pity and fear. That wasn’t just a kink, she realized, looking at the girl’s dull, stupid eyes. That was a true change, worse than anything she’d seen them do to Kayla. Harmony hadn’t just been changed. She’d been destroyed.

If there was anything left of the girl she’d been, it wasn’t noticeable. She was, truly, an empty head and a wet cunt. Yeah, this was a stupid idea. She thought she should have stayed in sales.

Following Bob and The Farmer, the four girls were taken around to the back of the house. Harmony, they left curled up on the porch in the sun. A long track of fenced-in kennels stretched across a grassy field.

“Don’t be shy, girls,” Bob said and nudged Tiffany in the back. “Go see the puppies.”

Whatever happy feelings had been coming from her cunt turned into a cold lump of dread that sat in the pit of her stomach as she walked to the edge of the fence and looked inside. Several collared girls lay within, perhaps a dozen, but she couldn’t see inside the kennels. Perhaps there were more.

The stupefied girls all wore sets of ears and butt plug tails as they lazed around. Some of them lazily licked each other’s cunts, while others napped in the afternoon sun. At the far end, one girl moaned loudly as a farmhand fucked her from behind. Doggystyle, of course.

“Just in time for a breeding,” The Farmer said and waved for them to follow.

For someone who liked kinky sex as much as anyone, and more so than most, Tiffany couldn’t find anything to get her hot about this. The dog girl moaned and humped herself back against the man plowing into her cunt. He had a handful of the girl’s dark hair and she stared ahead, her tongue hanging out, with only the barest inkling of life in her eyes.

They moved on, further afield, where a small herd of pony girls were hitched to posts. The girls munched on something in feed bags. These ones, Tiffany could see, were alive inside, but so broken that may as well have been as blank as the dog girls.

The next stop was girls with pig snouts, little curled tails in their assholes, some of whom were eating from troughs of slop. The final stop, though, was perhaps the worst. The cows.

Each of these girls had udders that were blown up to a ridiculous size. They all had ring gags in their mouths, but even those couldn’t muffle the sounds of their pain as milking machines sucked at their tits. The sight of it made Tiffany’s stomach roil. Meat Holes threw up and began to cry.

The horrific tour, fortunately, came to an end. Tiffany wondered what the point of it was. This was degrading, yes, but what was the purpose? Pure kink? Or was DomCo so evil this was a place built for punishment and profit? Whatever the case, she decided, this was not where she was headed. Tiffany was a Good Girl.

Before the four girls boarded the shuttle, Bob had another vote for them.

“Today,” he began, “you voted to make one girl an animal.”

The three of them turned to Meat Holes. All of the color drained from her and her eyes went wide with terror.

“No!” she croaked. “No! I’m not! You can’t!”

“Tongue Candy,” Bob said. “Three of you are girls. The other is an animal. Does your vote still stand?”

Tiffany felt her own color drain and her knees quaked. Her tongue felt like a weight in her mouth. If she said it, the other girls would agree. Bob would leave Meat Holes here, and The Farmer would make her into an animal.

Tiffany had never held someone’s life and future in her hands. She didn’t like the feeling. She liked less the prospect of living on a farm. Tiffany was not a believer in a magic man in the sky. Any magic man in the sky that could allow something like this to happen, didn’t deserve belief. Still, someone, she felt, needed to forgive her.

“Yes,” she said. “Meat Holes is an animal.”

Meat Holes pissed down her leg. Tiffany didn’t want to look at her, but she did. She watched the girl tremble and wet herself with sheer terror.

“Rape Doll?” Bob asked.

“Yes. Meat Holes is an animal.”

Bob nodded and asked, “Luscious?”

Luscious had the heart to cry, too, as she choked, “Yes. Meat Holes… is an animal.”

“No!” Meat Holes shrieked and turned to run.

The collar on her neck dropped her to her knees before she took her first step. Two farmhands appeared and picked her up by the arms, then carried her into the house.

“Well,” Bob said. “I think we’ve all learned something today. Let’s enjoy the rest of our day, shall we? We’ve all got a bright future ahead of us.”

He shook hands with The Farmer once more and ushered the remaining girls onto the bus. Tiffany took a seat across the aisle from Rape Doll. In the seat in front of her, Luscious sobbed quietly.

Tiffany wanted to do the same, and it took everything she had to hold it in. She wondered if Rape Doll’s stony expression was as solid as it looked. They shared a glance and, unspoken, passed a clear message. She could see that Rape Doll understood.

The girl crying in the seat would be next, and then it would be one of them. For now, they were together. Once Luscious was gone, they were enemies.

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