Built for BBC : Ch4

“So sorry about all that!”

Marla stood nervously at the end of the room, surrounded by racks of clothes. She had changed outfits in the short time Elizabeth hadn't seen her, leaving her nurse outfit behind for more casual clothing. A tiny pencil skirt with a light blue blouse tucked into it. Showing off every curve on her body.

With the top buttons of her shirt undone, she was showing a lot more cleavage off than she had been, which was saying something. Enough that her tattoo was perfectly visible. The bold letters of BBC contrasting to her pale skin. Only… there was something under it as well. Cut off by the shirt and her bra, a large black symbol. It looked like the top half of one of those card suits, but Elizabeth wasn't sure what it was called.

“Oh, no it was no trouble.” Elizabeth looked at the clothes hanging on the racks. Lots of costumes, lingerie, swimsuits, crop tops and mini skirts, but almost no ‘normal’ clothes.

“We get some strange characters here! Not all of them start as the best fit for us.” Marla took a dustpan and brush out of a closet. Bending over to clean up a teacup that had smashed on the floor. Bending over, almost seemingly intentional, so that her ass pointed right at Elizabeth's face. “Not talking about you though! I knew you'd do great here the minute I saw you!”

“Thanks…” Was every girl here so brazen? First Britney and now Marla? Elizabeth looked away before she could see too much, but it almost looked like the woman wasn't even wearing panties.

“Oh I should be thanking you!” Marla giggled as she leant back up and faced Elizabeth. “The boys tend to get all riled up when a girl like you shows up.”

Elizabeth smiled at her while trying to figure out what she meant. She didn't understand why her being here would change other trainers' behaviours… or why Marla would thank her for that, when she wasn't even in training?

“You look a little stressed, let me get you some fresh tea!” Marla seemed to study her face. Was she worried about how Elizabeth felt after the agitated girl? “Just sit tight and I'll be right back! Then we can pick out your new clothes!”

Marla walked outside, leaving Elizabeth alone and naked. She looked closer at the clothes, double checking what was available. She couldn't find a single thing she'd be comfortable wearing out. Surely they had more options stored away? Or she could just ask for her own clothes back? There was no way they'd be expecting her to wear clothes this revealing….

Right?

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Wrong.

That's how it felt to wear the outfit she'd picked. Wrong.

Marla had been a big help, and that tea really had calmed her down, but still it felt wrong.

Looking through every option, she picked what she felt was the most ‘normal’ outfit she could make.

The denim booty shorts clung to her ass and left nothing to the imagination. The material was so short she worried she'd be flashing parts of her ass when she walked down the halls, but that was better in her mind than any of the skirt options. They started at mini, and went down to micro lengths, or were made of nothing but see through mesh!

As wrong as it felt to be wearing the tight shorts, they felt more secure than a skirt and they paired well with her shirt. The simplest one she could find among her choices. A white crop top that was a size or two too small, though Marla said it was fine. It showed off most of her stomach and arms, but wasn't see-through or as cleavage heavy as the other options. Just the one normal top that was offered to her, pearl white with bold stark words written over her chest.

‘I ♡ BBC’

Maybe it was a piece of merchandise that accidentally got put into her pile? She wasn't sure but she was happy to have it. Looking around the cafeteria and seeing what everyone else was wearing… it almost made her feel like she was the one out of place.

“Hey stranger!” a familiar energetic voice called out to her. “You look totally A-maze-ing! Come sit down with us, kay?”

The woman from the showers… What was her name? Britney? She was dressed now, which was nice, looking like a catholic schoolgirl. With a tiny pleated skirt, white button up that was tied off just under her chest to show off her stomach and pierced belly button. Even her hair fit the theme, styled into two long blonde pigtails.

“Oh, thanks.” Elizabeth took the compliment and put her food tray down on her table. “You look great too. I love the hair.”

“Thanks!” Britney cocked her head and ran a hand over her pigtails. “Hayden loves when I do my hair like this! He likes having a handhold, you know?”

A handhold? Was her trainer pulling her by the hair? That was odd… but the girl seemed okay with it…

“Like, OMG! I forgot to get your name in the showers!” Britney stuck out her tongue and made a face, giggling the whole time. “I'm such a stupid slut. Aren't I?”

“What? No! It's fine! Really! I'm Elizabeth.”

“Don't apologise.” The woman sitting across from them raised her head up. “She really is a stupid slut.”

“You're so funny Cassie!” Britney smiled. Sounding genuinely positive about the girl who just called her a slut. “Don't you think Liz? She's a new Toy, just like you!”

Cassie… as in… Cassandra?

“We've met.” The woman said dryly. Picking at her food but not eating it.

Looking at her face, she was definitely the woman making a scene from before…but…

But she was wearing a frilly pink dress, the kind that made Elizabeth think of Japanese maid cafes. The pink and white outfit was adorned with hearts, rainbows and unicorns. She wore what must have been a wig as well, covering her short blue hair with a light pink that reached her mid back.

“I thought you were leaving?” Elizabeth asked.

Cassandra froze for a moment. Opening her mouth, but no words came out.

“Why would she leave? The BBC camp can fulfill all her dreams!” Britney said for her. Adding in theatrical arm movements.

“Yeah… that…” Casandra sighed. “My… my wife paid for me to be here… so I'll stay…”

Something was deeply wrong here. This woman who had been screaming to leave decided to stay only a few hours later? And why would she wear an outfit like that after-

“Nummghh ghod have you tried the special cream yet?” Britney hovered a spoon over Elizabeth's nose, and the thought disappeared.

“Well, I haven't started eating yet, so-”

“You have got to try it gurl!” Britney kept trying to force the spoon into her mouth. It's deep, rich, aroma seeping into Elizabeth's brain. “It's Un-Fucking-Beleavable.”

It did smell good… even if it wasn't a smell she usually liked. It made her think of David. When they made love and he finished on her chest. But why was she remembering that? The connection was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't put it together.

Elizabeth opened her mouth, hoping a taste would put the connection together. Britney drizzled the warm cream all over her tongue, and Elizabeth's mouth started spasming. She hated it, the salty bitter taste, her body wanted her to spit it out, to reject it, but…

But she loved it. She hated it being in her mouth, but she loved tasting it twice as much. Hated how warm and thick it was, but loved to play with it on her tongue. The contradiction was clear to her, but she couldn't help how she felt.

“Mmhmm, wow…” Elizabeth swallowed it. Her body shaking with repulsion, but filled with warm fluffy feelings. “That really was incredible.”

“I know!” Britney leaned in close, repeatedly raising her eyebrows. “Doesn't it remind you of your man? Of Marcus?”

“What? No! It reminds me of David…” the image flashed in her mind again. David finishing over her chest… only… it wasn't David anymore. It was Marcus. Holding his beautiful dark cock. Pointing it right at her. Stroking it so slowly while watching her, finishing all over her face instead of her chest. Covering her cheeks, eyes and lips in his big thick load. Something she'd never let David do…

“Give it a few more days honey, you'll see.” Britney pulled back and had another spoonful of the cream. Eyes rolling back in her head as she swallowed it.

Elizabeth tried again to picture the memory, bringing up every detail. The dinner they had, the wine they drank, David kissing her, slowly undressing her and then….

And then there was only Marcus. His throbbing cock slapping her face and treating her like his property. He told her to lick and she obeyed, he told her to suck and she obeyed, he came all over her face and she begged him for more.

No! That wasn't right. That wasn't what happened. She must have just been… tired. That was it. She was just tired. It had been a long day… what time even was it? She hadn't seen a single clock down here, but it had been a few hours at least since she arrived?

“So your wife sent you here?” Elizabeth asked. Trying to keep her mind off of the corrupted memory. Thinking about it just made her feel worse, so she simply wouldn't.

“Yeah. She said…” Cassandra gazed off at nothing in particular. “She said she wanted to see a different side of me… on the wedding night…”

“Oh that is just so cute! My hubbie just wanted me to relax before our big day!” Britney said. “I was like, so stressed out working on my PhD dissertation and planning the wedding, so he like, told me to take a break and stuff.”

“You were doing what?” Cassandra's eyes went wide. A look of shock mixed with horror.

“Oh it was just this silly paper about the development of new superconducting materials in a subzero micro gravity environment.” Britney said while sticking her spoon clean. “But like, it was booooooooring. It's so much more fun having Hayden train me!”

“Uh huh…” Casandra stayed with her eyes wide open. Staring down at her food, stabbing it with her fork but never eating.

“David just wanted me to be my best self.” Elizabeth said, feeling the smile form on her face. It hadn't been long, but she was already starting to miss him.

“Marcus will toats bring that out!” Britney said. “But, as good as you look gurl, you should wear something different tomorrow.”

“You mean, like, gym wear?”

“Hahaha no silly! Dress more like a slut! Those booty shorts show off plenty of ass, but Marcus is totally going to love your tits! Don't hide em, flaunt them!”

Dress like a slut… if somebody told her that yesterday, she would have stood up and left. But just being here was relaxing, calming. Like everything she stressed about before just didn't matter.

But still, the idea of dressing ‘like a slut’ for a man that wasn't her husband unnerved her. David was the only one who should see her dressed in any of the clothes they offered her here! Not Marcus. Even if he had such a big, juicy, cock….

Elizabeth slurped up another spoonful of cream. Her body taking it smoother this time.

Maybe she would give it a try? Britney was her senior here. If she had advice for her, maybe it was the right thing to listen to it? She wouldn't dress like a ‘slut’ slut, but she could show off her body a bit more. Not as much as some of the girls she saw walking around the halls! But more than she currently was… David was always encouraging her to dress less conservatively! He would want her to dress like a slut for Marcus!

“I think I just might.” Elizabeth giggled a little. Thinking about what she would wear while licking her spoon clean.

Cassandra watched the two girls with the same dead eyes that contrasted with her vibrant outfit. She still hadn't eaten anything, which was crazy when it tasted so good!

Was something wrong…wrong…deeply wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong

“Cassandra! Are you... are you…” Elizabeth's mind turned for a second. What was she going to ask? Oh, that's right!

“Are you going to finish that?”

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“I'm not going to finish this.” David admitted to himself.

It was the first night of Elizabeth being gone, and David was struggling. He could take care of himself, but after living with her for so long it was hard to adjust back to the ‘bachelor’ lifestyle.

“I guess I've got lunch for tomorrow…” David got up and started putting dinner away. He thought he had made just enough for himself, but he had been so wrong.

“I wonder what Elizabeth is doing…” He said to the empty house. Ever since she left he had been feeling more guilty. When it was all just an idea, a plan, it had been so hot. So thrilling thinking about Elizabeth going through her ‘training’. Becoming a slut exclusively for him and him alone.

But the reality was setting in. She was gone and she would be gone for a lot longer. With minimal contact before then.

She wasn't there to cook with him, to wake up next too, to hold at night. These were their final days before their wedding, shouldn't she be here with him? Spending time together instead of whatever it was she was doing right now.

“Probably sucking on a toy, or having her ass trained, practising how to perfectly ride my cock…” Suddenly he was feeling a lot less guilty, and a lot more something else.

There was another thing David would miss with Elizabeth gone.

Another thing he would have to take care of by himself.

It had been so long, Elizabeth had always been willing whenever he was in the mood. Even if she wasn't fully in the mood for sex, she was always more than happy to help ‘relieve’ him…

Had he made a mistake? Chasing perfection when he already had it? Was it really worth losing Elizabeth for weeks, just to turn her into a cock craving slut who would fulfill his every filthy desire?

Yes. Yes it was.

Dropping his pants to the floor, David lay back on the couch. Half naked and stroking in the middle of their living room. It felt weirdly good jerking off out in the open like that. He was half expecting Elizabeth to walk out of the hallway and catch him, but she was far away now.

He scrolled through dozens of videos, things that used to excite him but fell flat now. Fresh girls ‘auditioning’ for porn? Nothing. Busty milfs getting pounded by their fake family members? Nothing.

And then by chance, a video popped up that drew in his eyes. Sent a bolt of electricity through his body and straight into his cock.

‘White girl becomes cum slut for big black cock.’

It was highlighted, stood out from the others. An ad maybe? It didn't matter, it was exactly what he needed. A girl that looked kind of like Elizabeth, being turned into a slut for big cock. Knowing it was real made him harder than he'd ever been before. Of course, in real life it was his cock she was going to be a slut for, not some black guy's.

When the video started playing, David did something he'd never done before. He watched it all. He didn't skip ahead to the action, or jump between scenes. He didn't have anything else to do tonight, it was just him alone, so he stroked until it was finished. Then he kept stroking. Letting the autoplay run as he jerked off to more and more white girls getting pounded by huge cocks.

Hours later, well past when he should have been asleep, David finally came. An explosive orgasm built up from hours of mindlessly jerking off. It left him so exhausted he passed out there on the couch. Limp dick in his hand as he drempt of Elizabeth, and how good things would be when she finally returned home.

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“And this is your new home!” Britney swung open the door to her room. Their room now. Britney had called in a favour and had the two junior girls moved in with her. Britney and Cassandra would be her new roommates.

It made her feel like a young girl again, having a slumber party! Cassandra was less enthused, but she seemed to be going with the flow.

“I call top bunk.” She said dryly. Staring at the one queen sized bed in the room.

It was the only thing in the room really. No place for their belongings, clothes. No tables, bedside or otherwise, no bathroom, no lamps and no privacy. Just the one bed with empty space around it.

“You're sooo funny Cassie! We're going to have so much fun!” Britney either didn't notice her sarcasm, or enjoyed it. Elizabeth still wasn't sure.

The girls got settled into their room. Britney and Cassandra choosing to sleep naked, while Elizabeth kept her clothes on. She was feeling more comfortable with showing her body, but not that comfortable.

As tired as she was, she couldn't get to sleep. She was too excited for tomorrow, for her first real day to begin! Why had she felt so concerned when she first got here, this place was amazing!

Nuguuhhh fuuuaahhh

Beside her, Britney started masturbating again. Being naked and as wet as she got, she'd be soaking the shared sheets, but… but that wasn't a problem. A girl should be allowed to have some fun. There was nothing wrong with that.

Mmhumm H-hayddn nuughh Haayden…

Britney kept going. Dripping all over the sheets and getting Elizabeth wet, but never climaxing. She wasn't allowed to own her own, Elizabeth remembered.

She hadn't agreed with Marla when she first said it, but she was starting to think it might just be true.

Maybe she was built for BBC?