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She shuddered as the drop of moisture slowly made its way down her inner thigh, the only chill against her flushed skin.

Her knees and sensitive nipples were pressed firmly into the soft mattress, her face buried in the pillow. She arched her back, thrusting her hairless mound and ass higher into the air. The pose was the perfect invitation to take her like the bitch she had become.

She shook involuntarily as another drop escaped her drooling cunt. She could feel the heat emanating from the furnace between her thighs. Her newly pierced cunt throbbed with a painful itch. Every fiber of her toned, tight body screamed her need to be fucked.

Slowly she pulled her arms from beneath her raised form and reached back to pull apart the toned cheeks of her ass. She knew she would be irresistible now — a filthy slut displaying her swollen, dripping lips and both tight holes, ready to be filled.

She felt his body weight shift onto the bed, moving powerfully to position himself between her knees. She bit her lip and waited anxiously as he lined up his thick shaft with his chosen hole, and then held her breath as she felt the head of his thick cock inched its way into her sopping cunt.

She gasped, allowing the air to fill her lungs, and then pushed back against his dick, driving it deeper inside her.


She flexed her cunt, desperately trying to hold on to the cock retreating quickly from her tight sheath.

“Nooo… please,” she begged.

“Jessica… wake up.”

Dr. Huang’s voice ripped her from her dream. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting against the bright fluorescent light that filled the familiar cell.

“Having a good dream were you?” Huang teased.

Jessica rubbed the sleep from her eyes and shifted beneath the soft sheets that were her only comfort in the small room.

Huang gave her an amused grin before reaching down and quickly pulling the sheets off her naked body. She stiffened as the cool air swept over her body. Her nipples, now permanently hard because of her new piercings, throbbed as the fabric brushed over them.

Without thinking, she spread her legs for him, as he had trained her to do. Her hairless cunt was slick from her dream and ached with a dull throbbing — a symptom of her new life as a perpetually aroused toy.

“Good girl,” Huang commented. He leaned in closer to inspect the progress of her clit piercing.

“Does it still hurt?” He turned his attention from her slick folds back to her deep green eyes.

“No,” Jessica hesitated, “It doesn’t hurt anymore, but it won’t stop throbbing.”

“That’s a good sign,” Huang smiled and rose back to his feet. He turned to retrieve his clipboard, which he’d set down on the exercise bench in her room.

“And your nipples?”

“No pain,” she responded quietly.

Huang raised his eyes from the clipboard and gave both nipple piercings a cursory glance.

“Stand up.”

Jessica rose quickly from the bed as instructed and stood before him with her legs spread and arms behind her back — just as she’d been conditioned to do.

Her new posture seemed very natural to her now. She thrust her chest forward to display her enlarged breasts and angled her legs to advertise her hairless mound. She made no attempt to hide her body, which was naked except for the simple black leather collar around her neck.

“I couldn’t be more pleased,” He gave her a friendly smile. “You look as though you’ve probably met your body mass targets, and it looks like your chest has filled in nicely.”

Huang took the opportunity to reach out and lift the breast closest to him with his palm, evaluating the weight and shape. Even his clinical touch sent an electric shock down her spine and into Jessica’s clit. She felt her cunt spasm involuntarily and bit her lip to stifle a moan.

If Huang noticed her reaction he ignored it. He released her sensitive breast and it fell heavily back against her chest.

“Now then, I’m going to take your measurements. ” He removed a tape measure from his coat pocket. “Hold your breath when I tell you to.”

Jessica stood still as Huang fed the measuring tape around her chest, brushing against her nipples. She shuddered.

“Deep breath,” he commanded. He jotted down the measurement on his clipboard.

He worked his way down and measured her waist just above the belly button before sliding the tape down to her hips. He made notes on his clipboard as he went.

“Doctor?” Jessica asked tentatively.

“Yes?” Huang answered without pausing from his work.

“What about Melissa? The girl I saw the other day.”

Huang didn’t answer her but did scowl. She dared not press the question.

Jessica had to struggle to keep still when he measured her thighs, his hand brushed the sensitive flesh between her legs — which were still no doubt a little wet from her dream. Next he beckoned her over to the electronic scale in the corner — she knew he would be pleased – she’d lost 13 lbs since she started on Huang’s aggressive cardio routine.

To her disappointment he jotted down the results without any reaction.

Huang checked his wrist watch, and then turned his attention back to Jessica. She tensed and renewed her efforts to display herself perfectly under his critical gaze.

“Jessica,” the authority flowed through his voice as he addressed her directly. “You’re going to come with me and we’re going to get you cleaned up and a haircut.”

Jessica nodded and Huang turned without offering any other explanation. He opened the door into the white, windowless hall. Jessica followed him, leaving her room for the first time since she had been pierced; it had felt like well over a week, maybe two.

He moved briskly down the hallway and Jessica followed dutifully behind. The twists and turns seemed familiar but impossible to memorize. Huang stopped in front of a now familiar looking pair of double doors and swiped his key to unlock them.

Jiao seemed startled by their entrance and leapt to their feet as Huang quickly entered the spa.

Huang skipped the greeting.

“Give her a haircut, get her cleaned up and dressed for her qualification review,” Huang spoke tersely. Jiao nodded obediently.

“These are her new measurements.” He offered a note to Jiao who reached to take it quickly. “And no delays this time,” he added sharply.

Jiao swallowed uncomfortably and submissively lowered her eyes.

“Yes, Doctor.”

Huang, checked his watch again.

“Two hours,” he offered and then strode quickly out of the spa, the doors closing sharply with a click behind him.

Jessica stood just inside the door, confused and not quite sure what she should do next. She turned and searched for Jiao.

The small Asian girl had moved quickly to the corner and was already busy collecting items from a drawer. She spun abruptly and locked her eyes on Jessica.

“You heard him, stop wasting time and get over here.” Jiao pointed toward a salon chair nearby.

Jessica walked quickly over to the chair and settled into the seat. The smooth leather felt strange but luxurious on her naked frame.

Jiao rolled over a small cart, similar to the one that Lucas had used for his piercing instruments. This time it was covered by a small towel, spray bottle, scissors and a comb.

Without a word Jiao set to work, combing Jessica’s hair and separating it into layers. As she worked, she mumbled to herself in a language Jessica couldn’t understand.

Jessica began to hear the scissors as the Asian woman began cutting. She watched as pieces of coal black hair fell softly onto her naked chest. It was a strange experience. She had always had beautiful auburn hair and never risked dying it. Her old life seemed so distant now.

Jessica made an effort to keep her neck straight, but Jiao still had to roughly push her head back into position a few times. The warm sensation from the soft leather seat on her bare ass and cunt also wasn’t helping her keep still.

Sometime later the sound of the scissors finally stopped. Jessica exhaled with relief, her neck muscles had began to ache several minutes ago as Jiao had pulled and tugged at her hair.

The small Asian girl stepped out from behind the chair and studied her work; she slowly turned the chair, evaluating her performance from every angle. She made a few last minute corrections with the scissors before finally putting them back on the cart with the other items.

“There, that looks great,” she commented smugly to herself. Jessica had to take her word for it; she couldn’t find any mirrors in the room.

“Now hurry and take a shower while I find your outfit,” Jiao commanded gesturing towards the back of the spa.

Jessica rose wordlessly and headed for the shower area.

“Don’t forget this,” Jiao shouted and threw a large fluffy towel toward her. “Be quick,” she added.

Jessica darted into the shower area, being careful not to slip on the smooth tile floor, and turned on the faucet. The temperature warmed up quickly. She stepped under the water and closed her eyes. The warm water felt fantastic on her sore muscles and stiff neck. She allowed the pressure to gently massage her shoulders and create a warm stream flowing over and around the contours of her transformed body.

She allowed her hands to roam, first kneading the stress out of her tense neck muscles and then exploring lower. She cupped her full breasts in her hands and slowly rolled her pierced nipples between her fingers. It felt so good, sharp bursts of pleasure shot down to her loins with every brush of her hand. Her arousal began to grow and her own juices leaked from her slit to join the warm water flowing down her thighs.

“You little cunt!” Jiao barked. Jessica’s eyes flew open to find the Asian woman glaring at her from the shower entrance.

“I told you to wash – not play with yourself like a slut in the shower.”

Jessica stood frozen, wide-eyed and breasts in hand, as Jiao angrily shrugged off her robe revealing her petite naked body. She moved quickly and was under the shower’s warm water before Jessica thought to speak.

The Asian girl wasted no time applying soap to her charges’ back. Jessica regained her senses and made an effort to reach for the shampoo.

“Just stand still,” Jiao ordered her voice full of frustration. “We’re in a hurry, and you’re turning out to be pretty useless.”

Jiao quickly finished soaping her back and shoulders with the wash cloth and began moving south. The soft cloth and warm soapy water felt fantastic on Jessica’s ass. Jiao paused to insert a slick soapy finger roughly into Jessica’s asshole, eliciting a cry from Jessica, before continuing down the her legs.

“Turn around,” Jiao commanded.

Jessica quickly turned to face her in the shower. Jiao’s head bobbed up and down between Jessica’s thighs as Jiao washed Jessica’s feet and up her legs. Jessica held her breath as the cloth traveled up her body and between her thighs. She spread her legs further as the soapy cloth spread her folds and caressed her slit. Jessica bent her knees in attempt to encourage Jiao’s fingers to move deeper inside her.

Jiao pulled away and continued up her body, soaping her abdomen and massaging the suds into each breast. Jessica was shaking with arousal by the time the soapy cloth had brushed her pierced nipples.

“No time for that right now,” Jiao spoke, some sympathy creeping into her voice. “Maybe later if we have you ready before Huang returns… now rinse off this soap and meet me back in the spa.”

Jessica nodded and shifted under the shower head as Jiao withdrew her naked body from the water. Once she was sure the last of the soap had been rinsed away, she shut off the faucet and quickly toweled off. She resisted the urge to touch herself, to push her fingers into the furnace between her thighs, but it wasn’t easy.

Jessica returned to the spa as Jiao was exiting the closet on the other side of the room. She carried in her hands a half a dozen plain white boxes of different shapes and sizes.

“Come here, we need to get your hair dry,” Jiao ordered as she returned to the salon chair in the corner. She placed the boxes on the floor and retrieved a hair dryer from a cabinet on the wall.

Jessica sat in silence as Jiao flicked the handheld dryer on and began coaxing the water out of her hair. It took almost as long to blow dry as it had to cut it. When she was finished she searched through the cabinet until she retrieved a canister of hair spray, clips and a straightening iron. Jiao set to work styling Jessica’s hair.

Several long minutes later, Jiao finally seemed satisfied with her work and turned her attention to the white boxes on the floor. She opened two of the smaller boxes both of which included shoes.

The first pair was made of what appeared to be high quality shiny black leather. They had a sandal-style open toe with a short platform followed by a tall stiletto heel that made it obvious their primary purpose wasn’t for walking comfortably anywhere except a bedroom. The heel ended in a thick black strap that would wrap around the ankle and close with a silver clasp.

The second pair was less subtle than the first, if that was possible. They were a tall gladiator-style heeled shoe made of translucent vinyl or plastic. The tall heel was less steep than the first pair but ended in a long pair of white straps designed to climb up the ankles and tie just beneath the knee. They were the type of shoe probably rarely seen outside a gentleman’s club.

Jessica held her breath as Jiao glanced back and forth between the boxes, carefully considering her decision. She let out a sigh of relief as Jiao placed the lid back on the gaudy stripper heels and settled on the classier fuck-me heels.

Jiao rose from the floor without a word, and padded quickly back into the closet. She emerged a moment later with another small, square-shaped box and a small bottle under her arm.

She dropped the new box and knelt down in front of Jessica as she opened the cap of the bottle.

“First things first,” she started. “Rub this oil over your feet, legs — all the way up to your knees.” Jiao passed Jessica the bottle. “Use lots of it, so they’re nice and slick.”

Jessica nodded and poured some of the thick liquid into the palm of her hand. She started applying the cool mixture to her knees and worked her way down.

Meanwhile Jiao turned her attention back to the newest box. She opened the top and pulled out what appeared to be a black latex or rubber leggings. She began to roll it from the top, preparing it so that it would be easy to step into. Jiao repeated the process with a second sock from the same box as Jessica finished applying the slick liquid to her feet.

“Ok then, we’ll try and make this as easy as possible.” Jiao retrieved the bottle from Jessica’s hands, and placed it next to the boxes. She pushed the end of the rolled up legging over Jessica’s toes, up her foot and ankle. She had to stop several times to smooth out the latex as it was drawn up her leg.

Higher the sock unrolled until it reached just above her knee.

“Stand up,” Jiao commanded.

Jessica rose to her feet. Jiao stood and began to pull and adjust the stockings until the wrinkles in the latex had smoothed out and it had crept up to her mid-thigh. The rubbery material clung like a second skin to her leg.

“Ok, take a seat again; we’ve got one more to go.”

Jessica sat back down again as Jiao wrestled her leg into the other stocking. It was a struggle getting it into place, but when Jiao had finished Jessica looked incredible. Both of Jessica’s legs, from toe to mid-thigh were encased in the pitch black skin. She looked as though she had been dipped feet first into a pool of liquid rubber. The shiny black effect perfectly framed her hairless slit.

Jiao seemed tired from the tugging and wiped the excess oil from her hands onto her robe.

“Ok, now the shoes.” Jiao turned again and retrieved the black leather heels from the box.

Jiao gently guided Jessica’s encased feet into the shoes and closed the clasps tightly around the ankles.

“Okay, stand up, let’s see how you look.” Jiao took a step back as Jessica carefully rose out of the chair and balanced on the shoes.

The stiletto heels were taller than they had looked in the box; they must have been at least five inches. The sole contoured steeply so that Jessica felt as though she were standing on her toes.

Jiao smiled for the first time.

“You look great,” she beamed proudly. “Turn around so that I can see the back.”

Jessica dutifully rotated on the steep shoes, turning so that Jiao could examine her tight, pert ass displayed obscenely by the tall heels. It was impossible for Jessica to keep her balance in the shoes without arching her back and thrusting her ass out invitingly.

“Perfect,” Jiao congratulated herself on her choice. “This look suits you better than the ‘cheap whore’ motif. We’ll keep these for your red-headed friend.”

Jessica swallowed hard.

“Can you tell me about Melissa?”

“Don’t worry about her,” Jiao scowled. “She’ll still be in one piece the next time you see her.”

“When can I see her again?” Jessica pressed anxiously.

“When they want you to see her.,” barked.” Forget about her before you get yourself in real trouble.”

The Asian girl turned her attention to the other boxes on the floor. She opened the largest box and pulled out a simple black leather corset. Jiao fiddled with the strapping for several minutes as Jessica watched quietly.

Soon it became clear that the breast portion of the corset was removable and Jiao was customizing the configurable pieces so that Jessica’s enlarged breasts and pierced nipples would sit uncovered on the leather shelf. Finally Jiao wrestled the surplus leather cups off the frame and tossed them back into the box.

“Raise your arms,” she ordered as she approached with the opened corset.

This particular design closed from the front and used leather straps and clasps instead of laces. Jessica lifted her arms above her head as Jiao pulled the material over her frame and began tightening the straps around her abdomen, working her way up to Jessica’s exposed chest.

“Deep breath,” Jiao grinned mischievously as she pulled the clasps tight.

She used her soft hands to gently push Jessica’s swollen breasts to sit perfectly on the corset’s shelf. Then she walked slowly around the girl to make sure the corset fit snugly in the back.

She stopped in front of Jessica once again and gave her a quick once over.

“Almost done, those stockings went on easier than I thought they would.”

Jiao reached forward and put her arms around Jessica’s neck and began to fumble with the clasps on her simple leather collar. The heels made Jessica tall enough that Jiao had to press herself against her to reach. Jessica moaned as she felt the soft cotton from Jiao’s robe covered-chest press against her sensitive nipples.

“I know baby,” Jiao cooed as she finally managed to open the clasp. “You just can’t help yourself anymore can you?”

Jessica could only grunt in response as she focused on maintaining her balance as her knees turned to jelly.

Her neck felt suddenly empty, and exposed as Jiao retreated away from her with the collar in hand. She’d become so used to the simple leather strap — the only thing she’d been allowed to wear in her room since her arrival — that she felt naked without it, even though ironically she was wearing more clothes now than she had in weeks.

Jiao noticed Jessica’s discomfort and smiled.

“Don’t worry you little slut, we’re not done yet.”

Jiao retrieved one of the smaller boxes and opened it. She pulled a larger collar from inside. This collar was made of similar thin, soft leather but was probably twice as wide — it looked much more like a collar than a simple band. Attached to the front was a heavier chrome ring and letters which Jiao hid from Jessica’s view.

Jiao approached Jessica before pausing in thought.

“This would probably be easier if you knelt down,” she decided and gestured to the floor.

Jessica complied and lowered herself to her knees. She assumed her conditioned pose, legs spread to display her hairless mound, wrists crossed behind her back, back arched pushing her breasts forward.

Jiao gently brushed aside Jessica’s hair and wrapped the collar around her neck, pulling it tight so that it wouldn’t move, but not so tight as to choke her. The heavier weight felt both strange and comforting to Jessica as Jiao made the last of the adjustments to the clasp in the back.

“There we go. That looks fantastic,” Jiao beamed. “Is it too tight? Are you having problems swallowing?”

Jessica swallowed several times.

“No, its fine,” she answered softly.

“Perfect,” Jiao declared. “Now we’ve just got one more important piece to add and you’ll be ready for your review.”

“Review?” Jessica asked apprehensively.

Jiao ignored her and walked quickly to a counter in the corner. She returned with a small makeup case and rooted through it until she’d found a lip stain pencil.

“Pucker your lips like this,” Jiao ordered.

Jiao applied a natural looking pink stain to highlight Jessica’s naturally puffy lips. When she had finished, Jessica braved her question again.

“What review?”

Jiao placed the pencil back in the bag and began hunting through the items she’d brought from the closet.

“It’s just like your appraisal,” Jiao answered while she searched through the boxes. “Just a check-up really, you’ll do fine.”

Jessica swallowed hard as her mind wandered to her last visit with the Appraiser. It had been a terrifying and confusing experience for her. She took deep breaths to calm herself.

“Ah, here it is!” Jiao cried triumphantly. She reached into the small box that had held her collar and retrieved a small silver bell about the size of a ping pong ball.

Jiao pushed her way through the pile of boxes and knelt down beside Jessica, fumbling with the metal ring at the front of her new collar, until the bell snapped into place.

“Oh yeah… Huang’s going to be pleased!” Jiao smiled.


Jessica stared back at the Asian girl confused.

“Bounce. Bounce up and down,” Jiao demanded again.

Jessica bounced on her knees, pushing her ass back and forth in a fucking motion, as the bell on her collar began to ring softly.

“Perfect,” Jiao laughed. “I thought about putting little bells on those sexy new tits of yours, but this is much better.”

“Would you like to see yourself?” Jiao grinned. Jessica stopped rocking and opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.

“Of course you do, come with me pet.” Jiao laughed.

She turned and began to walk towards a small door by the main entrance. Jessica stumbled to her feet and steadied herself on the heels. It took just a few steps before her body found its balance and she was able to walk on them as if she’d been training in the shoes for years.

Jiao pulled the door open and ushered her into a small room filled with floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

Jessica stood in shock as she dumbly examined her reflection, it had been the first time she’d seen herself since she had fallen asleep on the plane.

“Is that how you’ve been taught to stand?” Jiao scolded from the doorway.

Jessica shook herself from her stupor and adjusted her posture as she’d been trained to do. The transformation was amazing. She’d always been a slim girl, but now every inch of her body appeared firm and taut.

Her long auburn hair had been replaced by pitch black locks that fell down her shoulders, past her collared neck, to her large firm breasts. The corset thrust them forward obscenely. Her abdomen was flat but feminine and flowed down softly to her naked mons.

Her hairless slit glistened with arousal and guided her gaze further down her perfectly formed thighs and long, latex encased legs.

Jessica was overcome with arousal as she stared at her transformed body in the mirror. She felt like a toy, and now she was certain she looked like one as well.

Her eyes were drawn to the collar around her neck. The words “Fuck Toy” were clearly written above the silver bell – a symbol of her subservience to a single purpose, to use her body to provide pleasure. Her implant responded to her internal realization and began pumping endorphins through her body. Her arousal surged and Jessica couldn’t help but vocalize her lust with a low moan.

“Like what you see?” Jiao teased from the doorway.

Jessica fought to focus as the chemical arousal coursed through her veins and set off fireworks in her brain — permanently imprinting her new concepts of her body and purpose deep within her cortex.

“The good news is that we finished sooner than I expected,” Jiao’s voice invaded her thoughts.

Jessica wobbled on her feet as the intense rush of excitement slowly ebbed.

“Come with me,” Jiao spoke softly, and held the door open so that Jessica could exit in front of her. “How do you feel?”

“I’m alright,” Jessica stammered softly as Jiao led her across the room. “Just feeling a little dizzy.”

“Kneel here then, and catch your breath.”

Jessica sunk to her knees and crouched forward so that her forehead touched the hard tile floors. She felt as though she were burning up and the cool ceramic felt comforting.

“Feeling a little better?” Jiao asked after several silent moments.

“Yes,” Jessica spoke softly as the fever retreated from her body replaced with a light chill from the air on her naked flesh.

“Good, let’s not waste our time together then.”

Jessica raised her head slowly, and then opened her eyes to search for the Asian woman. Jiao sat less than three feet away in the salon chair. She’d opened her robe and raised her knees to the seat so that her hairless slit was thrust forward in the chair.

“Come on then, show me what you’ve learned to do with that tongue.”

Jessica made an effort to rise on her wobbly legs.

” Crawl,” Jiao corrected her.

The bell around her neck jingled as Jessica crawled forward until she was just inches from the Asian girl’s bare cunt. The familiar smell of Jiao’s damp mound was intoxicating. She could feel the heat from her furnace on her face as she leaned in closer.

Jiao reached down and wrapped her fingers through Jessica’s hair pulling her closer until her lips made contact and she spread Jiao’s slit open with her tongue. The Asian girl’s cunt was sopping wet as Jessica stroked her tongue up and down the slit, teasing the small clit peeking out from under the hood.

Jiao grunted as Jessica’s tongue worked back and forth over the sensitive nub. The Asian girl struggled to keep her thighs open as Jessica drove her tongue deeper, first pushing gently into her drooling hole before slinking further south over the sensitive skin to bathe her tight rear entrance.

“That’s it… you dirty little slut,” Jiao gasped as Jessica’s tongue pushed against her tightly clenched hole. She began to rock her hips back and forth as she neared her release.

“Lick my cunt, I’m close,” Jiao commanded through clenched teeth. Jessica altered her angle quickly and drove her tongue against her engorged clit. Jiao thrust her hips forward driving her cunt against Jessica’s mouth — then froze as an orgasmic wave ripped through her petite frame. Her fingers tightened this grip on Jessica’s hair as she let out a deep moan.

She was still for only a few seconds before she resumed thrusting her hips.

“Come on, you bitch, again.”

Jessica resumed her attack on the clit and moments later Jiao erupted a second time, this time squirting a sweet-tasting fluid against Jessica’s lips.

“Oh baby, that was good… again,” Jiao spoke softly as she started grinding her mound against Jessica’s soaked face. Jessica dove back in again forcing her tongue up and down the slick folds until Jiao shook for a third time and another burst of juice dribbled out of her cunt.

Jiao’s hips spasmed as she recovered from the third intense orgasm, her breathing slowed but she didn’t release her grip on Jessica’s hair.

Jessica tentatively stuck out her tongue again and began to press softly against Jiao’s throbbing clit.

“No… too sensitive there,” Jiao whispered, her eyes closed as the waves from her orgasm continued to flow through her body. She gently pushed Jessica’s head lower. Jessica took the hint and resumed lapping at the Asian girl’s tight back entrance.

“You’re such a good little slut,” Jiao cooed as she shifted her feet to give Jessica better access. “What are you doing down there?”

Jessica traced her tongue around the rim of Jiao’s asshole and gently tried to force the tip inside.

“I said what are you doing down there?” Jiao sounded inpatient as she repeated the question. “Answer me.”

“I’m licking you,” Jessica spoke softly before renewing her efforts to breach Jiao’s back door with her tongue.

“You’re what?” Jiao asked again sternly.

“I’m licking your ass,” Jessica answered again more enthusiastically.

“That’s better,” Jiao sounded pleased. She relaxed her clenched ass allowing Jessica’s tongue to push deeper into her hole.

“Mmm good little slut,” she moaned again.

The bell around Jessica’s neck jingled as she thrust her tongue deeper between Jiao’s cheeks. Jessica’s implant rewarded her efforts by steadily releasing endorphins as she rimmed the tiny Asian girl. Her own slit was soaked and dripped onto the hard tile floor, but at the moment her mind and body were singularly focused on bringing Jiao pleasure.

The door suddenly opened — Jiao clenched her ass with surprise pushing the tongue out of her ass. Jessica had been so invested in pleasing the petite Asian woman that she was confused why she was being pushed away and moaned softly with frustration.

“Jiao,” Huang spoke tersely. “I thought I made it quite clear that we didn’t have time for this today.”

Jessica spun around surprised.

“I finished early,” Jiao stammered.

“I’ll be sure to give you less time in the future then,” Huang scowled. “Is she ready?”

“Yes,” Jiao responded quietly, she leaned forward and used her robe to wipe her juices from Jessica’s mouth and chin. “All ready to go.”

Huang approached and circled Jessica as she remained on her knees, looking between the two of them, shaking slightly as she caught her breath. He paused in thought behind her. Jessica looked over her shoulder and searched his face for signs of his approval.

“Get a plug, nothing too big,” Huang spoke quietly to Jiao while his eyes remained locked on Jessica’s tight ass.

“Sorry, I didn’t see a plug in your notes,” Jiao apologized and padded quickly to the closet.

“It wasn’t in my notes,” Huang seemed less irritated now. “But I remember it being mentioned during her appraisal.”

Jiao returned a moment later with a small black rubber plug in her hand.

“Is this big enough?” She handed it to the doctor.

“It will do,” Huang answered after rolling it between his fingers.

“Get her ready for it.”

Jiao moved towards the cabinet to retrieve a bottle of lube.

“No. Do it yourself,” Huang commanded, stopping Jiao in her tracks. “From what I can tell, you owe her.”

Jiao gave him a scowl but turned and made her way back to Jessica’s kneeling form.

“Hands and knees,” Jiao spoke softly as she knelt down on the cold hard tile behind Jessica.

Jessica shifted forward obediently. Her pulse quickened with anticipation. She could hear the blood as it pumped through her ears, a soft throbbing that quickly spread down her spine and into her clit. She waited silently for Jiao.

Then she felt it. At first it was just a soft heat blowing against her perineum, and then she felt the soft tongue gently pressing against the sensitive skin between her holes. Jessica shuddered as Jiao dragged her tongue downwards towards her sopping slit.

Jiao expertly pushed her small tongue between Jessica’s lips and lapped at the moisture drooling out of her throbbing cunt. Then she began to move up, across her perineum again until her tongue dragged its way across Jessica’s rear passage. Jiao’s tongue lapped back and forth bathing her hole and pushing gently at the opening.

Then a new sensation, a finger, pushing slowly past Jessica’s drooling lips. Jiao rocked her finger back and forth gently collecting the natural lubricant pouring from between Jessica’s folds. The tongue retreated leaving Jessica’s ass hole feeling chilled as her wet skin reacted with the cool air. The finger withdrew leaving her with an empty feeling, her hips rocked back searching for the missing visitor.

Then pressure, a strong push against her tight asshole as Jiao pushed her dripping finger into Jessica’s ass. At first there was a dull ache, then strange feelings as the tiny Asian girl gently rotated her finger and stretched Jessica’s ass.

Jessica became comfortable with the invasion and relaxed her sphincter muscles allowing Jiao’s finger to creep deeper inside. Jiao alternated between thrusting in and out of the tight hole, and curling her finger. Soon Jessica was responding to the stimulation by rocking her ass back to drive the finger deeper.

“She’s ready,” Jiao spoke softly. Huang passed her the small black plug. Jiao slowly pulled her finger from Jessica’s tight hole. Jessica bore down on the finger, trying to hold it deep inside. She moaned with frustration as it slipped out.

Jiao licked the plug using her her tongue to coat the supple plastic with her spit, stopping once she was sure it was sufficiently wet to breach Jessica’s rear entrance. She spit on the girls ass hole once to prepare her for the trial that was about to come.

Jessica felt the pressure again, this time more intense as Jiao pushed the tip of the plug against her opening. It felt huge, at least twice the size of the Asian girl’s finger. The dull ache became a sharp pain as Jessica’s ass sought to block the intruder’s attempt.

“Relax,” Jiao purred next to her ear. “Just relax and let it slip inside.”

Jessica tried to calm herself, she tried to gulp down deep breaths despite the restricting corset. She willed her sphincter to relax and allow the plug deeper. It slipped further inside, filling her with a pressure she’d never experienced before. Inch by inch the plug slipped past her body’s resistance.

Then a push. Her muscles closed around the narrow handle locking the plug deep inside her ass. She flexed and felt the lip at the end of the plug press against her sensitive entrance. She felt full in a way much different than she’d ever experienced with a cock inside her.

Her mind immediately wandered to how it would feel to have both holes filled, and if her small body could handle the dual intrusion without tearing apart.

Jessica was dragged back to reality by Jiao’s voice.

“All done,” she chimed cheerfully. She gave Jessica a hard slap on her ass, pushing the plug deeper and eliciting a moan.

“Can you stand?” Huang asked.

“I… I don’t know,” Jessica groaned. She struggled to raise her knee and place a stiletto on the floor. The plugs movement inside her sent a wave of arousal up her spine, and her legs wobbled.

“I’ll help you then,” Huang strode forward and placed his hands beneath her arms. In one swift motion he lifted her off the floor, like she was no heavier than a doll, and placed her on her toes. The silver bell on her collar rang softly as she swayed on her feet.

“Balance,” Huang steadied her small frame until she regained control of her legs.

Huang released her slowly and Jessica carefully resumed her conditioned posture — legs spread, back arched, breasts out, wrists crossed behind her back.

“Good enough, it seems,” Huang checked his watch. “Come along then.”

He watched patiently as Jessica maneuvered slowly towards the door. Her normally graceful walk was changed by the plug moving inside her with every step. The small pert cheeks of her ass were spread obscenely by the wide end of the plug.

She followed Huang out the door and into the hall as the door closed behind them. Jessica struggled to keep up with his pace as he navigated the corridors.

“You are going to see the appraiser again, for your qualification review. Do you remember the instructions I gave you last time?” Huang spoke as he walked.

“Yes,” Jessica spoke softly.

Huang ignored her response.

“Do not speak unless spoken to. If you are given an instruction, obey it immediately,” Huang continued. “Remember to stand as I’ve taught you. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

Finally they stopped in front of yet another nondescript door. He turned to face her and watched calmly as she steadied herself on the heels.

“Just answer every question honestly and obey every command. You’ll be fine,” he grinned. “And don’t embarrass me,” he added sternly.

Jessica nodded her understanding. Huang checked his watch once more and then hurriedly opened the door. She stepped through the door. Huang closed it quickly behind her.

The room was just as she had remembered it, big and brightly lit. The handsome Asian man and his busty assistant were seated in front of the raised platform, seemingly wearing the same tailored suit, as if they hadn’t moved since her last visit.

Jessica made two steps toward the platform before the Appraisers loud voice filled the room.

“Stay,” he commanded authoritatively. “I did not tell you to move yet.”

Jessica froze in place. The room was silent for a moment before the Appraiser and his assistant began speaking to each other, she had interrupted a conversation when she entered. Jessica couldn’t make out the words and could only dumbly watch as the woman nodded her head in understanding after each sentence.

Finally he paused. His assistant finished her note and smoothed her skirt with her hands.

“Come and stand on the platform,” he ordered in a calm voice.

Jessica darted to the platform. She stepped on top and shuddered as she felt the plug in her ass press inside her. She steadied herself and assumed her conditioned pose.

The Appraiser sat and stared at her for several long moments. His face was emotionless. Jessica swallowed nervously.

“Pass me her file,” he spoke confidently, without removing his gaze from Jessica’s transformed body.

He finally looked away as his assistant passed him the small folder. He studied it carefully, occasionally glancing up at her before returning his attention to the documents. Then he passed it back to her — she accepted it wordlessly.

He stood and walked purposely toward her, stopping a foot in front of her to study her form. She stifled a cry as he unexpectedly reached out and grasped her thigh. He shot her a disapproving nod and held his finger to his lips.


She swallowed anxiously, her mind torn between terror from being gripped by this man and the arousal flooding through her body from his touch.

“How do you feel?” He withdrew his hand and his calm voice shattered the silence in the room.

“Good,” Jessica squeaked in response.

“Good?” He smirked. “Just good?”

“I feel warm,” Jessica whispered. “From your touch.”

“Better,” he responded and began to circle the platform, disappearing behind her and out of sight. “Where do you feel warm?”

He pressed his finger against the plug in her ask sending another jolt of arousal through her body.

“Everywhere,” Jessica answered quickly as she fought to keep her knees from buckling.

“Be more specific,” he commanded from behind her. He withdrew his fingers from the plug.

“My thigh, where you touched me,” Jessica spoke softly.

“Where else?” He pressed as he concluded his trip around the platform.

“My chest and…”

“Your what?” He interrupted.

“My chest,” she repeated.

“Remember your training pet,” he commanded authoritatively.

“In my tits,” she tried again.

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