Jizzer of Aahs

Jizzer's Palace

Dorothy recognized Rhinestone City, at least sort of. It looked a lot like the Las Vegas Strip. The city was lined with casinos, each one more glitzy, more tacky, more ostentatious than the next. The biggest, tackiest, ugliest casino of them all was  "Jizzer's Palace". The grounds around the casino were the size of a small city in itself. There was one skyscraper, made in the shape of an octagon, with an eight sided pyramid on the top. In front of the casino was a large lake with eight bays.  On the bank of each bay was a collection of shops and restaurants, eight per bay. The approach to the casino entrance was a long bridge over the lake, on either side of the bridge stood eight huge phalli shooting various colored water in short bursts over its visitors. The foursome entered the casino, leaving Pony Girl's cart in the pony parking lot, and walked one quarter mile to the casino's hotel desk.

Dorothy spoke for the group, "We want to see the Jizzer."

"Sorry, nobody sees the Jizzer, not nobody, not no how....  Unless you buy a ticket to his show that is," the desk clerk told them.

"OK." Dorothy responded.

"Sorry. We are sold out. Big electronics and porn conventions in town right now. No rooms. No seats. No nothing. But feel free to gamble."

"Listen asshole, this is Dorothy, the girl who single handedly slaughtered the Wicked Bitch of the East with her bare hands. If you don't get us some fuckin' tickets and a fuckin' room and some other nice shit, we're going to come over this counter and go full evil on your ass," the pimp said pushing into the clerk's face.

The clerk, who had heard this sort of thing a million times before, said "Let me get the manager," and left the four standing there, steaming.

"Oh my," the manager said as he came from behind the curtain, "If it isn't Dorothy, the girl who saved Aahs from that Wicked Bitch of the East, and Cunt Runner, most famous of ponygirls.... and two other guys... What can I do for you today?"

"We want to see the Jizzer and we want a room." Dorothy said assertively.

"No problem. We have been expecting you. Excuse the desk clerk, we have gotten a lot of would-be Dorothy's in the last couple of days....  By the way, can you prove that you are the real Dorothy?" the manager asked.

"Well I have the ruby dildo. Do you want to see it?"

"Please... Please, come behind this curtain here. I don't want to disturb the other guests." the manager said trying to protect Dorothy's modesty, and his own.

"OK." Dorothy went behind the curtain, pulled off her panties and spread her legs, showing a ruby dildo in her pussy.

"How do I know this is the real ruby dildo?" the manager asked.

"Touch it." Dorothy responded.

"Are you sure? OK," the manager said as he moved his hand to touch the dildo. BANG, he got a shock that sent him through the curtain and flying head first into the marble counter. BOOM. "OK, you are THE Dorothy. Clerk, Clerk, get these four and the dog there our best suite, suite '8J', and comp them four tickets to the 10pm show. OK. I'm going to get some aspirin or something," and he left.

When Dorothy opened the suite, she remarked that it was bigger than her house back in LA. It had eight big rooms, four bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a dining room, a game room. Each room had its own bathroom. It also had a built-in swimming pool with a hot tub, a sauna and a full bar.

Pimp turned to Dorothy, "Now this is a crib... A man of distinction, such as myself, could get used to this," he said as he claimed his bedroom by throwing his coat on a bed. "I'm going to get washed up. Let's order some room service, I'll have some bacon and some eggs and some waffles and chicken with gravy and some coffee and a 40. Don't disturb me, I gots to clean up and rest a bit for the ladies." Pimp slammed the door to his room.

Dorothy picked a bedroom for Gigi. Gigi had her own bedroom, with a real bed. That was a first. She lived most of her life in a stables, sleeping on straw or a carpet when she was lucky, otherwise on the dirt or worse, hard concrete. At first Gigi refused to sit on the bed. She would be punished for this. Laying on a bed was cause for a severe beating, unless she had been ordered to fuck or suck someone there. It took Dorothy a long time to convince Gigi to sit on the bed. She gave up a few times figuring that it was not worth forcing Gigi, but her heart drove her to push Gigi to act like a human, even as she was still naked and bound like an animal.

Dorothy claimed a bedroom and Leon was stuck with the remaining room. Dorothy ordered Leon to find a ponygirl blacksmith to remove Gigi's arm restraint. She then ordered room service for everyone and took a long awaited shower. While waiting for the blacksmith and the food, Dorothy picked up a pamphlet by the side of her bed. It told the history of Rhinestone City and the history of the Jizzer. He came from far away. He built the city from a small town at the crossing of three roads into what it was today. He was a singer, a dancer, an actor, an entertainer. He did it all. He gave generously to charities. He built hospitals and schools all over the land of Aahs. He was a real humanitarian. Dorothy thought to herself he was full of shit, he probably fucked little girls in the ass in his spare time.

The blacksmith came in short order. Gigi struggled with the blacksmith, not wanting her arms freed. What Dorothy did not know was that the only reason that her previous owner had ever removed the restraint was to rebind her arms giving better access to her body. Better access to beat her back relentlessly with a whip. Better access to the most extreme tattoos used to debase her. Even if she accepted that Dorothy would not beat her severely, she did not want to expose the sexual perversions in which she might be forced to engage.

Eventually, the blacksmith was able to remove the key ring that held her arm restraint and slowly unlaced the leather. He didn't want to hurt the ponygirl. He did not know what to expect, in what condition her arms, wrists, and hands would be. Under the leather restraint was a cotton sleeve, over which a pair of wrist cuffs bound Gigi's wrists together. Another cuff bound each finger to its opposite. He  removed the cuffs, then cut the cotton sleeve and finally, he found Gigi's skin. The skin was white and ashen. White as though it had never, or very rarely, seen the sun. The muscles in her forearm and her hand were weak. She couldn't move her fingers. The blacksmith knew that it would be years, if ever, before the ponygirl could recover the use of her arms and her hands. A tear ran down his cheek. He had never seen such extreme atrophy. Most pony owners would amputate their pony's arms before they became this weak.

Dorothy looked at Gigi's back and saw the tattooed images that she feared. One tattoo showed Gigi being used as a toilet, with a man shitting into her open mouth. Another showed Gigi being fisted, a man's arm embedded up his elbow in her ass. Another image showed Gigi with a harness on her mouth, hanging from a post, with an long line of men with hard dicks waiting to be sucked. The last image showed Gigi laying face down on a sawhorse, arms and feet bound to its supports, a real pony was mounting her. Dorothy comforted Gigi, repeating in her ear "I love you", "This means nothing now.", and "I understand" as she stroked her mane.

The ponygirl blacksmith turned to Dorothy and told her how it was. He gave Dorothy some options, she could check the pony into a clinic where they would try to restore the use of her arms and hands, she could amputate Gigi's arms, she could try some other type of restraint and see what happens. The smithy pulled a book out of his bag showing all sorts of ponygirl arm restraints: a few types of yokes, from comfortable to cruel, wrist cuffs binding to the waist, to the thighs, to each other behind the back. Some attached at just the wrist, some bound at the elbow and the forearm too. Finally he suggested that he could just return her to her current arm prison. Dorothy looked at Gigi and ask which she wanted. Gigi looked at the pictures and cried. They all look the same to her, all except the amputation. She did not want to be amputated, although that would probably be the kindest thing to do in the long term. Gigi walked over to the table where her prison was laying and picked it up in her teeth. She had chosen what she knew. The blacksmith explained to Dorothy and Leon how to best install this most severe of restraints, and soon Gigi looked as she had before the blacksmith arrived. The permanent ring was replaced, however, with a removable ring allowing Dorothy, or whomever, to more easily free Gigi's arms in the future.

Dorothy turned to the gimp, and in an angry tone told him, "Gimp, take good care of your master. Wash her. Groom her. Make her presentable for our audience with the Jizzer tonight."

Leon bowed his head to the ground, first towards Dorothy, then Gigi, "Yes, mistress. Yes, mistress."

Dorothy added, "And clean yourself up too." She then left the two of them in Pony Girl's room and went into her own. She cried a bit, mainly as a relief from the stress that had built over the previous days.

Leon stopped the blacksmith before he left the suite asking him to remove his mask. The blacksmith didn't really want to do it, it was not his job. But Leon insisted, pleading and pleading until the blacksmith relented and cut the main chain holding the mask on Leon's face. He left before Leon removed the mask. Leon was actually scared to remove his mask. What was under there? He knew that he had a long beard by now, but what else might be growing in there. Leon was in a tizzy. He kept the mask on, hoping to get the courage to remove the mask after everyone had left.

Dorothy still did not trust Leon. She was afraid he might sneak out of the suite and run away, maybe even taking Gigi with him. She went into her bag of tricks and found the solution, a electronic dog collar, the kind that shocks you when you get too far from the control unit. She told Leon to kneel and bow his head. She quickly installed the collar around his neck, removing the leather collar already there. This new collar had a thick metal cable that encircled the neck, and locked with a combination on the back. "Click" Leon heard before he realized that living with this new collar was the same as living in a box. He was a real gimp.

Dorothy set the control for 30 feet and put the transmitter unit in her bedroom, locking the door. Leon could move anywhere he wanted within that 30 feet. Leon moved towards the pool, ZZZZZZZZZap. He was on the floor.

"No swimming for you while I'm gone I guess." Dorothy said with an evil glint in her eyes. "Now stop fucking around and do your job." Dorothy knew it would be difficult for Leon to do his job given that he could only walk as far as the front door to their suite, and could reach only to the corner of Gigi's bed, but he seemed to be very resourceful.

After Dorothy and her gang scarfed down their food, they all went their separate ways. Pimp put his threads back on and hauled down to the casino. He was on a pussy hunt. The clerk had mentioned there was a porn convention in town. He figured with all the X flowers he had, he could snag a lot of pussy before 10pm. He left all but one of the flowers in the room. "Later. Don't come knocking if I'm fuckin' bitches in my room. OK!" he said as he left the suite. He had a plan.

Dorothy decided that she needed some nicer clothes. She left the suite and went shopping in the stores along the banks of the lake. There were all sorts of clothing, funky young stuff, classic stuff, high fashion, Ho fashion, no fashion. She noticed the various Jizzer branding: there was Jizzer (classic, high end), Jizz (everyday brand) and finally J (young and sexy). She turned the corner and saw the dress, THE dress. It was black, well see-through black. Under the dress was what looked like the softest thong panties ever made. On the top was very small black bra with square cups. The dress was not tight on the skin, but still showed the distinctive feminine shape V over Y shape in the front and heart shape in the back. Dorothy entered the store, "Haute Couture Jizzere", and asked the salesman if she could try it on.

"Listen honey, unless you have the money, don't bother." he said in an obviously effete tone.

"If Pimp were here this guy would be sucking the barrel of his gun right now," Dorothy thought to herself. She asked the salesman if she could charge it to her room. He said no. She pleaded with him to let her at least try it on, that she could get the money if she could just try it on. The salesman relented.

Dorothy looked at herself in the mirror. She knew this dress was for her. She had to have it. It fit perfectly. It felt good against her skin, tickling her a bit every time she moved. That turned her on. She needed this dress. She turned to the salesman and asked "How much?"

The salesman told her the price. She really didn't know what it meant because Aahs had a completely foreign monetary system. The salesman liked what he saw too, but alas he was gay, and when Dorothy offered the use of her body in exchange for the dress he declined. He told Dorothy that if she really wanted the dress maybe she could go down to Wild J's strip club and earn the money.

She was excited. She could strip for a few hours, maybe, and get the dress. That sounded good to her. She was game. Dorothy took of the dress and told the salesman, "I'll be back in a few hours for the dress. OK. Don't you dare sell it or my friend Pimp will come down here and blow off your balls."

"Oooh, sounds good to me," the salesman said sarcastically.

"With his 45 caliber." Dorothy added.

"Oh. OK. No problem. The dress will be right here. I'll wrap it. We close at 8pm sharp."

"Thanks" Dorothy said and ran out of the store getting directions from the salesman. The club was just across the street behind the casino, but it took Dorothy 20 minutes just to walk to the street- the casino was big.

Dorothy entered the club with attitude. The club was closed to most customers, but the bar was open and the club manager was checking out new talent. "Perfect" Dorothy thought to herself. She reached back in her mind to, to a few days ago when she was this innocent girl from LA that did an equally innocent strip tease. Dorothy went over her best routine in her head. It wasn't that good. She remembered Gecko Girl, her moves. She was good. Everyone wanted to fuck her. Dorothy knew she had the body, but the moves?

"Hi." Dorothy said as she entered the club. "My name is, is, ... Crystal"

"Well Crystal, show us your stuff."

Dorothy got on stage and started to strut like Demi Moore.

"Wait, first strip. We need to see the goods."

Strip again, Dorothy was waiting for the first person who didn't ask her to strip.

"OK, now strut your stuff," the manager continued.

After she stripped she put her panties back on, got back and stage and continued. She undulated her body, from her knees to her head, she swung around the pole slowly, then faster, she got down on her knees and squeezed her tits together; it wasn't very hot.

"Crystal, you got a killer bod, but you got to be sexier than that. You're new, right. Well think about the last time you fucked a guy, how did you feel. Act it out."

Dorothy was in a quandary, she had never fucked a guy before, but she had made love to Gigi. She remember back to how she felt when Gigi moved her leg against Dorothy's thighs, rubbing her clit. She imagined now that the pole was Gigi. Dorothy had the idea. Dorothy tried again, this time seducing the pole.

"Better" the manager encouraged.

Dorothy then stole Gecko Girls routine, she put her legs around the manager's head, and pulled him tight. She pet herself through her panties, moving her hips up and down. The manager could see her panties getting wet. She then ripped her panties off, the only panties she owned. The manager looked and noticed the ruby dildo in her pussy. He came in his pants, figuratively. He knew the person in front of him wasn't Crystal, it was Dorothy, and she could be spreading her legs in his club.

"You're hired." he shouted.

"Excellent." Dorothy replied, smiling. "I want to work today, as soon as possible." Dorothy told the manager how much money she needed to make before 8pm, when the store closed.

"Well, we have a stage fee, lap dance fee, pantie fee, backstage space rental fee,  stripper license fee and Aahs state and federal taxes etc. etc., I'm not sure even a girl of your 'talent' will be able to make enough." the manager continued, "Now, we are not allowed to engage in sex here, BUT, if, let's say, you trip and fall and a guy's dick ends up in your mouth, well what can we do?"

Dorothy understood. She hoped it wouldn't come to that, but she was prepared. She wanted that dress. If Gigi could fuck for a ruby, certainly Dorothy could suck for that dress. Big deal. Dorothy, like all 18 year olds, could justify anything for something she really liked.

As Dorothy was getting off the stage the manager piped up again. "Dear, you must shave that pussy of yours. No hair below the neck allowed. Club policy. You might consider a clit ring too, guys like that. Makes it easier to find your clit."

While Dorothy was preparing for her debut, Leon was in the suite, his box of luxury. He had given up trying to escape, preferring to lay on his bed and eat, and eat, and eat his favorite foods from room service. He turned on the television and watched his stories, stories he used to watch before his stint as glory hole cum sucker. It didn't take long to get caught up. After a couple of hours he realized that Dorothy would be back and he better get his ass in gear, or she would whip it for sure.

Leon had decided to remove all the hair on his body, to shave his legs, his chest, his armpits, his balls, his ass, his face, and his head. He checked Gigi to see if she needed a shave too, to see if her pussy hair had any stubble. It did not. He figured that such a high value Pony Girl probably had some special treatments to eliminate her unwanted hair permanently. It was a laser treatment. Very painful. It took many hours over many months to eliminate all that hair. It was a distant memory in Pony Girl's mind, one of the least offensive of her torments. Leon called down to the lobby and ordered a dozen razors and a couple of cans of shaving cream. That would be enough, he hoped.

Shaving his legs and his chest was easy. Shaving his balls was tougher. Shaving has ass, that was difficult. It didn't occur to him to hire someone who knew what they were doing to do that. He didn't have to shave his back, he didn't have any hair there. Finally he got to his head, to his face. He had to gather the courage to remove that mask. His was scared, but for the first time in his life he got up the courage to face his fears. He removed the mask while looking in the mirror. He saw lots of sticky gooey matted hair, and a big pimply nose. Shaving was out of the question, he needed scissors. He found some in a mending kit and slowly and  carefully he cut the matted cushion of hair off his face and then off his head. It took him over an hour. He finished by shaving the remainder of the hair with his last two razors. He was clean. His face looked OK. There were fewer pimples and potholes than he had thought. He felt good. He took a long bath to relax. Maybe this would be the start of a new life for him. He then remembered the shock collar around his neck. He was still a gimp.

While Leon was overcoming his fears, Pimp was executing his plan: porn chicks, lots and lots of porn chicks. The mathematical possibilities boggled his mind, but then he was never good in math. Pimp started at the casino. He saw his first pornho there, a big busty blonde dressed, well barely dressed, showing cleavage down to her belly button, standard uniform. Pimp figured he could get to the rest through her. His plan could be summed up in one word: X-flower. He approached the blonde and started his usual shtick, complementing her, making her feel good about herself, asking her question about herself, etc. She figured, as all women do, that he was a would be pimp, that is, a loser. She wasn't interested but played along as she played the slots. He kept making sniffing noises. The pornho thought that he was just being rude, but then he flashed the distinctive X-flower under his cape, and she thought he might be for real.

"Can I get a sniff," she asked.

"Sure baby, I gots plenty, Pimp gots plenty of lovin' fo' everyone." he said, the words sliding out his mouth like he meant it.

The pornho put her head under his cape and took a big whiff. Pimp grabbed her head and looked into her eyes. She felt the lovin'.

Pimp invited her up to his suite. She was still skeptical, but when she got there her attitude changed completely. "X-flowers and a suite with its own swimming pool, maybe he was the real thing," she thought. Then, after she entered the suite, she saw Cunt Runner. This guy was connected. She was feeling it big time.

Pimp said to the 48DD's he was staring at, "Go down and pick your favorite friend and invite her up. We got to spread the lovin' baby."

Over the next few hours more pornhos cycled through that suite than even the casino's video system could keep track of. There were blonde ones, red-heads, brunettes, ones with big tits, with huge tits, with ginormous tits, and even one with normal sized tits. Everyone wanted to see Cunt Runner, but she didn't like hearing that name and started getting angry. Pimp had to lock her in her room at one point, and that made her happy. She just waited, laying on the carpet, for Dorothy to return. Leon too waited in his room, not wanted any of that pornho action.

After a few hours of partying with all the starlets, Pimp decided to pick a couple and kick everyone else out. He didn't want to piss Dorothy off too much if she returned. He knew how he got there.

Dorothy started working as soon as Wild J's opened. Her first routine, with newly shaved pussy, was a hit. It was a start, one stage dance and a couple of lap dances was a start. The club was not so full that night. With the electronics geeks in town, sex stuff wasn't really happening, the video game parlors were full though. The porn stars didn't help either, they all went to other clubs, some in town, most just outside town where sex with dancers was not only expected, but almost required.

By a bit past 7:00 the manager told Dorothy that there was no way that she would be able to make the money she wanted. In fact even a blowjob wouldn't be enough, but an ass fuck, that might get her there. An ass fuck! That was the price for that dress. Was it worth it? Dorothy had to think. Actually, she knew the answer, it was, she just needed to figure out how to justify it in her mind.

Dorothy told the manager that she was game.

"There is guy in back, room eight, he'll do you. He already paid. Nice guy. Maybe you can get a good tip." the manager explained.

Dorothy opened the door to room eight and talked to the man seated on the plush chair in the middle of the room. "Hi stranger, I hear you want of piece of this. Dorothy said as she spun her ass in a circle, bumping a bit."  The man was silent. She couldn't really see his face. It wasn't covered, but somehow, the lighting, the angle, she couldn't really see him. She didn't really want to see him, not because she didn't want to know if one day she ran into him on the street, or in the casino, that this was the guy to take her anal virginity, but because she wanted to dominate him, even if his dick would soon penetrate her ass.

She swung her ass in his face and he moved his hand to touch it. She slapped his hand away from her ass. She shook her finger, "No touchy, yet." She spun around a few more times and then fell intentionally into the guy's lap. She could tell his dick was getting hard. She pulled his dick out of his pants, but left his pants on. She massaged around his dick, and then bit the head, not a deep bite, but a friendly bite, just enough to tell him that she was in charge. She never looked in his eyes, never wanting to give him the upper hand.

Dorothy used her oral talents well, his 8 inch cock was quickly hard and he even moaned a bit. He started to stand, trying to position himself so he could fuck her ass from on top. Dorothy had another idea. She wanted to be on top. She wanted to dominate. Dorothy pushed the man back on the chair and swung around putting her ass directly in the man's face. "Just sit there baby, let me do all the work." Dorothy said. She first pulled the man's pants down to his ankles, making it more difficult for him to stand up again. She found the lube that management had told her was hidden under the chair and squirted around and in her ass, then on his cock, rubbing gently, and then put a big blob on the tip of his cock. She hoped that would be enough lube. She climbed onto the chair and positioned herself like she was going to take a dump on his dick, and then she gently lowered herself onto his twitching penis. The man helped and soon Dorothy knew what Gimp had felt the day before, except she was in control. She moved up and down with her legs. Up and down, while she said some classy stuff like, "Oh baby, you got such a big dick. It feels so good up my ass. You know how to use it, baby." Stuff like that. The man didn't say a word.

Dorothy was getting into her ass fucking. The dildo would pulse occasionally, enough to get her going, not enough to get her off. Dorothy needed more stimulation. She asked the guy to pinch her nipples. He grabbed her both her nipples and twisted, twisted really really hard. Dorothy liked it, it was stimulating. "Baby, that felt good." Dorothy said. The man thought she was kidding, so he did it again, even stronger, to call her bluff. She liked it even more. This was getting her hot, and her fucking got more creative, her hips now rotated as her ass moved up and down. She squeezed her anal sphincter occasionally too. The guy couldn't believe it, he tried as hard as he could not to cum.

Dorothy needed more. She asked the guy to pinch her clit, but "don't you touch my pussy, baby, if you know what's good for you," she added. The guy groped to find Dorothy's clit, it wasn't big like Pony Girl's, it was small, smaller than most- it was hard to find. The man finally found Dorothy's clit and pinched it, pulsing it between the meaty parts of his thumb and his forefinger. "That's working," Dorothy thought to herself.

Juice was leaking out of Dorothy's pussy, so much it ran down her ass and onto the man's cock. Dorothy thought the dildo might plop right out of her, she was so wet, but it didn't. Dorothy craved more stimulation, but that was physically impossible in her current position, without asking someone to come in and whip her tits or something like that. She didn't want to switch positions. Then she got an idea, instead of physical simulation, Dorothy looked inside her head. Dorothy thought of when she was fucking the gimp. That didn't work. She thought about her session with Pony Girl. Still nothing. Then she thought about "John", about what they did to him. Something was starting to happen, but it was weird. The image of his ball flying off was making her a bit hot, but then she imagined that she found it on the ground and she picked it up, and ate it. Wow, that was working. Each bite, each chew was getting her hotter. Dorothy imagined a bite that squirted sticky salty sperm onto her tongue. Her legs started to shake uncontrollable and she came. Her whole body followed suit. Her ass was spasming. The man held her at her waist fearing that she might fall and break his dick. Her spasms subsided slowly.

After Dorothy's thoughts returned to her real situation, the dick still in her ass, she didn't want the man to cum in her ass. "It might dribble out and ruin my new dress," she thought to herself. She actually thought that. Dorothy stopped the ass fuck, lifting her body an inch or two above the man's dick. "I want you to come in my mouth, baby." she cooed, half expecting him to shoot right there on the outside of her ass. He didn't. He did make a spinning motion with his hand, indicating that Dorothy should spin around and suck his dick. She did. She hesitated for a second to stick that ass smelling dick back in her mouth, but she attacked the cock with gusto trying to nullify her hesitation. She remembered back to her training and sucked his cock all the way down her throat while massaging the man's balls and base. It took only a minute before he came in her mouth. He made a groaning sound as the cum left the tip of penis and shot, squirt after squirt, down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed more cum than she had ever seen coming out of a single cock, and she had seen a lot of cum in the past few days.

Dorothy stayed in that position for only a short time. Time was running out and she needed that dress. She got up and offered to pull up his pants. He just motioned for her to leave, and she did. He never spoke. Dorothy talked to the manager, asking him for her money. He gave her what he owed her, and handed her a tip that Mr. Silent had left. "I think you got what you came for," the manager said chuckling under his breath, as Dorothy pulled on her top. Dorothy left happy.

On her way back to the store, Dorothy thought about herself, her thoughts and her actions. She had changed since coming to Aahs. She had made love to a woman, her slave. If that wasn't enough, she had another slave, a man, whom she enjoyed torturing. She could cum by thinking about eating a freshly severed testicle. Where were these thoughts coming from? Were they deep inside her and Aahs was letting them  out?

In the corner of the store now stood a security guard, he was big, bigger than Pimp, and he had a gun, also bigger than Pimp's. Dorothy entered the Jizzere looking for the salesman and her dress. She spotted some shoes instead. Shoes, Shoes, SHOES. She needed black shoes to go with that black dress. How could she screw that up. Dorothy knew she didn't have enough money, and she also knew she couldn't intimidate this guy now, with the guard right there, and she couldn't sway him with her 'charms' either. All that was left was begging.

"Can I add those shoes over there to my dress?" Dorothy said meekly.

"Sure, you got the money?"

"Here." Dorothy said, tightening her body hoping salesman would miscount or something."

"Sorry, you are short. Not very short, but short."

"Can't you give me a break. Fuck."

"I'm sorry, but it is against store policy to give 18 year olds a break unless their daddies have lots of money." the salesman laughed.

"I need that dress and those shoes." Dorothy bitched.

"Sorry, you are going to have to give up something, dear. Either the shoes, the panties, or the bra. Those are all sold separately anyways."

"Wow, maybe I don't need the bra. That would look hot. Yeah. I'll take it without the bra. Yeah."

It was settled. Dorothy was happy, maybe even happier than if she had gotten the bra. Nudity didn't seem to be an issue in Aahs, and showing her young pert tits would give her an advantage anywhere. Dorothy took the dress, and her change, and with her vibrator buzzing away in her pussy, skipped back to her Suite singing:

"I'm off to see the Jizzer, the wonderful Jizzer of Aahs. He really is a Jizz of a Jizz, if ever a Jizz there was...."

When she arrived back at the suite, Dorothy looked at the clock. It was 8:45 and she had less than an hour to get ready for the Jizzer's show. That was pushing it. She needed to take a bath, dress, groom Pony Girl, alert Pimp, and yell at Gimp a few times. She started with Gimp.

Dorothy opened the gimp's door ready to kick his ass. For what? she didn't know yet. As she entered she figured out a couple of things right away. Gimp was slowly jerking his wad, watching "Oz" on HBO.

"Stop that shit." Dorothy yelled at Gimp. "Get the fuck up and do something useful," she continued. Dorothy then noticed that he wasn't wearing his mask, that he was shaved, and that she could see his face. Dorothy walked over to the gimp and crushed his balls with all her might. "You will always wear that mask in my presence." she told him as he squirmed on the bed. "I don't want to see your fucking face." Dorothy spit on his face. She threatened to take a dump on his head and then put the mask back on, but she didn't want to take the smell with them. The threat was enough for the gimp to move like a bullet, limping a little though because his balls were really really sore. Dorothy then told him to get dressed. "Just the leather pants, no vest for you tonight," Dorothy told him. He put on his shorts and she locked his arms behind his back. She was strongly considering leaving the shorts off altogether.

"Stay, gimp." she commanded. "Maybe tomorrow we'll get you a spiked cock cage to control that dick of yours." she said as she left his room. Something about him brought it out of her. He was a real gimp.

Pimp was next. Dorothy entered his room and found him in bed with his two best sluts. One was sucking his dick, the other was licking his asshole. They were actually quite attractive. "Hey baby, long time no see. Check out the action." Pimp was in heaven.

Dorothy smiled at Pimp and told him to get ready, it was about time to go to the Jizzer's show. Pimp told his girls, "Hurry it up bitches, it's show time," as he came in the one's mouth. The two girls swapped his cum back and forth, as though it was the elixir of the Gods, while Pimp got up to take a shower. The girls later joined him, being careful not to get their hair wet.

Dressing Gigi was easy, it only required her hair to be brushed, and it looked like Gimp had already done that, for the most part. Gigi was already clean and smelled nice. Dorothy would touch her up before they left.

Dorothy then took a bath to celebrate her triumph, her first couture. She had gained a lot of confidence, she set her sights on something, she achieved it, and she returned victorious, all by herself. She felt invincible, except for some slight irritation in her ass.

After her bath, Dorothy put on her dress and shoes. She looked fabulous, she was glad she didn't have the bra. She looked like a model on the runway in Paris, very chic. Her butt had grown firmer since she arrived in Aahs and when she turned around she saw her ass through the veil of her dress. Fabulous. The lines of her thong made her ass stick out even more visually. Dorothy walked into Gigi's room and asked how she looked. Gigi whinnied her approval and jumped up with a big smile on her face.

The six lined up at the door ready to leave. Pimp had his two fave pornhos, one on each arm. He snagged a couple of more tickets by sending two pornhos and an X-flower to the hotel manager. The manager sent a case of Cristal too.

Dorothy noticed some last minute adjustments were necessary. She pulled a pony tail plug from her bag, lubed it up, and pushed it into Gigi's butt. Gigi was a proud pony now, and high stepped around to show it. Dorothy also put a lead on her pony, just to add to the show. For Leon, Dorothy had a similar present. She took a huge Christmas-tree-shaped butt plug from her bag and showed it to Leon. He cringed. She told him to get it plenty wet because she wasn't going to use lube for him. He slobbered on the tree-shaped plug as long as Dorothy would allow. She pushed it into his ass. Before pulling his shorts back up, she attached a short hobble chain to his ankle cuffs. "OK, time to go." Dorothy showed Gimp the manual remote to his collar. "Don't get too far behind, gimp, or you will regret it." 

The six of them were a real show. As they exited the elevator and walked across the casino everyone was looking. Everyone. At one point Dorothy grabbed Gimp by the dick to check his status. He was hard from the butt plug rubbing his prostate. She didn't like that. She whispered in his ear, "Get your cock down, slave, or I'll jerk you off and make you eat it right here." That didn't work, his cock was still hard. He started to worry.

By the time they arrived at the theater for the show, a crowd had gathered to see the spectacle. Even the porn people gawked at the sextet. They posed for pictures. Some people recognized the pornhos, some Cunt Runner. One person even recognized Pimp. Nobody recognized Dorothy, especially in that dress. They thought she was THE new supermodel or something. Dorothy grabbed her pony's crotch, it was wet. Everyone was happy, even Gimp. He was only happy that nobody could recognize him behind his mask.

An usher came up to Dorothy and asked to escort her party to their seats. She wanted to stay a bit longer and play to the crowd. She told the usher that she wanted to see the Jizzer after the show, to go backstage. She also asked for popcorn, with lots of butter. He answered, "Yes ma'am." and left. When the final call came, the usher escorted them to their seats, the best seats in the house. The usher handed Dorothy a note. The lights went down before she could read it.

Dorothy let Gimp and Gigi sit in their seats for the show, more because she didn't want to disturb the other patrons than because she wanted them to be comfortable. In fact, one wouldn't describe sitting on a butt plug for two hours as comfortable.

The show started with songs that Dorothy remembered from back home. They were old old songs, songs her parents and grandparents listened to. It seems that everyone thought that the Jizzer wrote these. What a fraud. He was singing Elvis, Judy Garland, Frank Sinata, the Beatles, Rolling Stones, and even a Credence Clearwater tune. She realized now that the Jizzer was from her world, not from the Land of Aahs. That gave her both hope and fear that she would be able to get home. Hope because she was not alone, fear because the Jizzer was still in Aahs, and obviously hadn't returned home to get newer songs. He was entertaining though.

During the performance Dorothy carried out her threat and jerked Gimp off. She had taken a box of popcorn and pushed his cock through the bottom. The butter acted as a good lube and soon he blew his load all over the popcorn. Dorothy fed him the cum covered treats, one at a time. He gagged a bit on each one. She liked to torture Gimp, he was such a gimp. Dorothy paused occasionally to massage Gigi's clit. She dipped her finger into Gigi's pussy every once in a while too, just to get a taste. Gigi always tasted good.

After the show, Dorothy opened the note the usher had handed her and read it:

"The Jizzer of Aahs cannot see you tonight. His people will call your people."

"Bullshit," Dorothy yelled, "I'm not taking this shit." Dorothy told her gang to follow her to the back of the stage. The stage manager was there and stopped them. Pimp spoke up,

"You want me to beat this cane upside your fuckin' skull, asshole." he said raising his cane.

The stage manager let them pass.

They walked quickly down the hallway and found the Jizzer's door. BANG BANG BANG, Pimp hit the door with his cane. A pipsqueak assistant to the Jizzer opened the door. "Yes, may I help you." he asked.

"We are here to see the Jizzer." Dorothy said.

"The Jizzer is has left the building. You Dorothy?"

"Yes."

"He left this note for you. Bye Bye" he said as he slammed the door.

Dorothy opened this second note, it read:

"Bring me the little black book of the Wicked Bitch of the West and I will tell you what you want to know. - J"

Turns out the wicked Bitch was a madam and owned the local whorehouse called the W.B. Ranch. The ranch was on the outskirts of town. Dorothy wondered how she could possibly take the Wicked Bitch's book. "What do you think, Pimp, how can I get her little black book."

"Fuck, black book, why do them bitches have to have a 'black' book. Why not a fuckin' 'white' book, or a Mexican book. Fuck."

"Let's get on our thinking caps here, any suggestions?" Dorothy reiterated.

One of the pornho's offered some information, "The Wicked Bitch of the West is scheduled to appear at our convention. Her studio 'Wicked Bitch' is introducing a new label of gonzo titles, 'Surrender', like Surrender Jenna and Surrender Kylie. They start with an innocent girl and show her getting into the sex business and then becoming a whore and finally auctioned, either sold as a sex slave or worse. Maybe you can snatch her after her appearance."

"Thanks for the info. Let's go up to the suite and figure out what to do." Dorothy said.

The gang was on their way up the their suite when a flock of Flying Flunkies attacked them. Pimp tried to put up a fight but was again tazered in the balls. Gigi tried to put a fight too, but there were too many of them. Dorothy, Pony Girl, Gimp and Soso were all kidnapped and flown to the bitch's ranch. Pimp was left behind with the two pornhos. The Wicked Bitch didn't want a pimp.