Bimbo Stripper

The front door swung open with a heavy thud, and Roxie stepped inside, bringing a gust of cold city air and the scent of leather and cigarettes with her. She was dressed in her signature street style—masculine and aggressive. An oversized, vintage band tshirt hung loose off her frame, the neck wide enough to reveal the sharp lines of her collarbones and the glint of silver rings through her small, pierced nipples. She wore no bra, the jewelry visible through the thin fabric as she moved.

 Below the waist, tight black jeans clung to her legs, tucked into heavy, scuffed thigh-high leather combat boots. But the most prominent feature was the unmistakable bulge pressing against the denim of her crotch—the outline of a large strap-on harness hidden beneath the fly.

 Roxie’s eyes locked onto Kayla immediately, stripping the bound girl bare with a gaze that was purely predatory. A dark, lustful sneer curled her lips as she took in the sight of the gagged and spread-eagled teenager.

 "Fuck, Jenna," Roxie growled, stepping further into the room and kicking the door shut behind her. "You weren't kidding. She looks delicious."

 She crossed the room in long strides, bypassing the bed for a moment to grab Jenna by the hair and crush their mouths together in a bruising, passionate kiss. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, filled with the raw energy of two women who had shared many nights of debauchery. When she pulled back, Roxie’s eyes were wild, her chest heaving.

 "I want to rape her," Roxie hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic hunger. She looked back at Kayla, who was trembling visibly on the bed. "I want to make her bleed. I want to ruin that pristine little cunt."

 She turned her attention back to Jenna, her hand drifting down to grope the bulge in her jeans. "Are you gonna film this? Are you gonna capture every second of me destroying her?" She licked her lips, her eyes glinting. "And when we're done... are you gonna cum on her body, or are you gonna cum in my mouth?"

 Jenna let out a dark, amused laugh, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She pulled her phone from her pocket, her thumb hovering over the camera icon as she looked Roxie up and down.

 "I think I'll cum on her face," Jenna decided, her eyes drifting back to Kayla, who was pulling frantically against the restraints, her muffled whimpers filling the air. "I want to mark her territory before you even get started. Let her know exactly who she belongs to."

 She hit record, aiming the lens at Roxie, capturing the predatory hunger in her gaze. "And she’s all yours for the next few weeks, Roxie. Break her in, teach her the hustle, ruin her for anyone else. We need her ready for the auction block."

 Jenna panned the camera down to the bulge in Roxie’s jeans, then back up to her face. "Speaking of buyers, check your subscriber list. I was hoping we might find a tech widow—you know the type. Rich, bored, husbands too busy coding to notice their wives are spending thousands on a teenage bimbo. They’re always looking for something young and desperate to spoil."

 She zoomed in on Kayla’s terrified expression, the gag stretching her mouth wide. "Do you have anyone like that following you? Someone with deep pockets and a dark appetite?"

Roxie didn't answer immediately. Instead, she stepped closer to Jenna, her hand sliding between the older woman's thighs with practiced ease. She rubbed Jenna’s pussy through the tight denim of her jeans, the friction drawing a low groan from Jenna’s lips as she recorded.

 "I might have just the one," Roxie mused, her fingers working deftly to unbutton Jenna’s fly and slip inside, finding the wet heat waiting there. She teased Jenna’s clit, coating her fingers in slick arousal. "Her name is Cassandra. Total self-made tech nerd. Built her empire from nothing in a garage."

 Roxie smirked, her eyes glinting with malice as she looked at Kayla on the bed. "She’s got a specific fetish. She loves destroying cheerleader types—the pretty, popular girls who ridiculed her in high school. She gets off on the power trip, on taking the queen bee and turning her into a begging mess."

 She curled her fingers inside Jenna, making her shudder. "But recently, she’s been talking about wanting more than just a plaything to break. She wants a wife. A permanent, obedient little housewife to wait on her hand and foot." Roxie laughed darkly. "She’s rich as hell, Jenna. Private jets, security detail, the works. And she’s pretty dark... she’d pay a fortune for a girl like Kayla to mold into her perfect, broken little partner."

 Roxie pulled her hand away, bringing her glistening fingers to her lips to taste Jenna. She stepped back to unbutton her jeans, letting them drop to the floor to reveal the thick, black strap-on harness underneath. She kicked them aside and began to stroke the silicone shaft as if it were real, her eyes locking onto Jenna’s.

 "But you need to know the extent of her tastes," Roxie warned, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Cassandra doesn't just want a wife; she wants a spectacle. She gets off on extreme degradation. She’d ask you things just to see you break. For instance... would you watch your daughter with a horse? Because that is exactly the sort of twisted scenario Cassandra would think of to test a pet's obedience."

 She leaned in close, her breath hot against Jenna’s ear. "She likes to see how far the rabbit hole goes. If you want that tech widow money, you have to be ready to sell Kayla to the monsters. So tell me, Mommy... could you watch that?"

"Watch it?" Jenna repeated, her voice steady and laced with a cold, avaricious greed. "I wouldn't just watch it. I would film it and sell it. We'd make a fortune on the pay-per-view alone."

 The sheer depravity of the statement sent a jolt of electricity through her, crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her knees buckled slightly, and she cried out, her pussy clamping down tight around Roxie’s fingers as a violent orgasm ripped through her. She rode Roxie's hand, her body shuddering with pleasure, the phone still gripped tightly in her other hand, capturing every moment of her own climax.

 Panting, she slowly came down from the high, her chest heaving. She pulled Roxie’s fingers from her jeans, bringing them to her mouth to clean them off with a slow, deliberate suck, tasting her own arousal. Then, she steadied the camera, aiming it directly at the bed where Kayla lay trembling, her eyes wide with fear behind the gag.

 "So," Jenna said, her voice dropping back into a commanding purr as she nodded toward the terrified girl. "Are you going to rape my daughter or what? The camera is rolling, and we have a product to sell."

 Roxie stalked toward the bed, the massive silicone cock bobbing heavily with every step. She loomed over Kayla, a sadistic grin splitting her face. "Look at you," Roxie taunted, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "A trembling little virgin. Did you think your first time would be romantic? Did you think it would be gentle?"

 She glanced back at Jenna, who was filming with steady, hungry eyes. Roxie grabbed Jenna by the back of the neck and pulled her into a searing kiss right above Kayla’s face, their tongues dueling aggressively. Roxie pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them, and looked down at the helpless girl.

 "Look at that, Kayla," Roxie sneered. "You want to fuck Mommy too, don't you? You want to be part of this?"

 Kayla, tears already leaking from the corners of her eyes, nodded frantically behind the gag. It was the last moment of consent she would be allowed.

 "Good," Roxie growled. "Because now you're going to pay for it."

 Without warning, Roxie lined the blunt, thick head of the strap-on up against Kayla’s dry, unprepared entrance. She didn't wait for Kayla to adjust. With a brutal thrust of her hips, she drove the dildo home, tearing through the virginity in one violent stroke.

 Kayla screamed against the gag, her back arching off the mattress as her body was forced open.

 Roxie didn't stop. She set a punishing rhythm, her hips slamming forward with enough force to shake the bed frame. "Take it!" she shouted, punctuating each thrust with a slap to Kayla’s face. Smack. "Take it, you little slut!" Smack.

 Roxie’s hands moved to Kayla’s breasts, mauling them. She dug her nails into the soft flesh, twisting and pulling until bruises began to bloom immediately under the pale skin. She slapped the heavy tits, watching them jiggle and redden, adding to the mosaic of pain she was painting on the girl’s body.

 Blood began to smear the base of the dildo, a testament to the tearing of Kayla’s inner walls, but Roxie only fucked harder, chasing her own pleasure. The friction of the harness against her clit was driving her toward the edge, and the sight of Kayla’s broken, sobbing face was pushing her over.

 "Gonna make you ugly," Roxie grunted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She reared back, balled her fist, and—*crack*—landed a savage punch directly into Kayla’s left eye.

 Kayla’s head snapped to the side, her vision exploding in a burst of white light and agony. The eye began to swell instantly, turning a deep, angry purple.

 The sight of the black eye forming, the blood on her thighs, and the absolute ruin of the girl beneath her sent Roxie spiraling into a massive orgasm. She threw her head back and screamed, grinding the dildo deep into Kayla’s destroyed pussy, her hips jerking spastically as the waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving Kayla broken and bleeding beneath her.

 Jenna hit the stop button on the screen, the red blinking light fading to black. She tossed the phone onto the bedside table with a careless thud, the adrenaline of the filming still humming in her veins. She looked down at her daughter, taking in the brutal sight: Kayla's left eye was already swelling shut, turning a violent shade of purple, her breasts were mottled with angry red fingerprints, and blood smeared her inner thighs.

 A satisfied smirk curled Jenna’s lips as she climbed onto the bed, straddling Kayla’s waist, careful not to put too much pressure on the fresh bruises. She leaned forward, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Kayla's uninjured eye, her touch deceptively gentle.

 "That was just the beginning, baby," Jenna purred, her voice low and hypnotic. "I’ve decided exactly what your future holds. I’m going to turn you into a perfect bimbo. No more thinking, no more school, no more worrying about anything but how to look pretty and how to please cock and pussy."

 She traced a finger down the side of Kayla’s face, watching her flinch. "You’re going to be a doll. A toy. Someone who exists solely to serve for sex. You’ll have the tits, the lips, the clothes... and the empty head to match."

 Jenna shifted her body up the bed, swinging one leg over Kayla’s chest until her knees were on either side of her daughter's head. She reached down, unbuckling the gag strap and pulling the drool-soaked ball from Kayla’s mouth. Kayla gasped, her jaw aching as it tried to close.

 "Look at me," Jenna commanded, gazing down into her daughter's dazed eyes. "I’m so wet from watching Roxie ruin you. I need to cum, and you’re going to be the one to get me there."

 She lowered her hips, her pussy hovering just inches above Kayla’s face, the scent of her arousal heavy and intoxicating. "Do you want to lick my pussy, Kayla? Do you want to taste the woman who sold you?"

 Roxie wasn't finished yet. As Jenna reached for the buckle, Roxie gripped the base of the blood-slicked dildo and drove it back into Kayla’s ruined hole with a savage thrust. Kayla cried out, her body jerking against the restraints, but the sound was cut short as Jenna pulled the gag free.

 Before Kayla could even gasp for a full breath, Jenna lowered her hips, pressing her soaking wet slit directly against her daughter's mouth. The scent was overwhelming, musky and thick with arousal.

 "Lick Mommy," Roxie snarled from behind, reaching forward to wrap a hand around Kayla’s throat. She squeezed, just enough to restrict Kayla's airflow and force her eyes to bulge as she looked up at Jenna. "Make her cum while I pound into you."

 Roxie began to thrust again, a brutal, deep rhythm that jarred Kayla’s entire body, pushing her up against Jenna’s pussy. "Eat it," Roxie commanded, her fingers tightening on Kayla's neck, slowly strangling her as she fucked her. "Make her feel good, or I'll squeeze harder."

 Kayla, dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the pain between her legs, stuck her tongue out and lapped frantically at her mother’s folds. Jenna moaned, grinding down against Kayla’s face, riding her daughter’s mouth while Roxie continued to batter her bruised and bleeding body from behind.

The combination of Roxie’s crushing grip around her throat and the relentless battering of her internals finally became too much. Kayla’s vision tunneled into darkness, and her body went limp, her tongue falling still as she passed out.

 The lack of resistance only seemed to drive Jenna wilder. She gripped the headboard, riding Kayla’s unconscious face with abandon, grinding her clit against the soft, slack mouth and nose. "Yes, fuck, take it," Jenna gasped, her hips bucking violently as her orgasm crashed over her. She shuddered, soaking her daughter’s face with her cum, marking the skin with slick, musky fluids as she used Kayla’s features to wring out every last drop of pleasure.

 Breathing heavily, Jenna finally rolled off the bed, her chest heaving as she looked down at the mess she had made.

 Roxie, still buried deep inside the unconscious girl, slowed her thrusts but didn't pull out immediately. She looked down at Kayla’s slack face and scowled. "Hey. Wake up."

 She delivered a series of sharp, stinging slaps to Kayla’s cheeks, smack-smack-smack, until Kayla gasped, her eyes fluttering open in confusion, the pain in her face and groin immediately rushing back.

 "Good, you're with us," Roxie grunted, finally pulling the bloodied dildo out with a wet, sucking sound. She grabbed a fistful of Kayla's hair and yanked her head up, forcing her to look at Jenna, who was standing by the bed wiping sweat from her brow.

 "Kiss Mommy," Roxie commanded, shoving Kayla’s face toward Jenna. "And thank her."