Models: Priya Price, Xander Corvus & Levi Steele
‘Listen, boys, you… you don’t have to do this.’ Kerry tried and failed to keep the arousal from her voice as she fixed the taller of her two captors with a pleading gaze. ‘Craig, please… this isn’t you, this isn’t–’
Her words were cut off by a sudden groan as Jonas slid her panties aside and sank a finger into her dripping wet sex. Kerry’s chest heaved as she squirmed against the decorative wooden divider to which she was bound, her tits jiggling with the motion.
Leaning in a little closer, Craig smiled. ‘That’s where you’re wrong,’ he said, taking hold of her chin and running his thumb over her plump lips. ‘This is us. Stripped of our inhibitions and morality. This is us acting on the urges we’ve kept hidden deep down. And we know whose fault that is, don’t we?’
At that moment Jonas slid another finger into her sex and Craig chuckled as her eyes went wide. Forced to clamp her lips together to hold back another moan, Kerry nodded.
No matter what excuses she came up with, Kerry knew this was all her fault. Although even while her two neighbours groped her full, sultry body she still clung to the knowledge that – at least to begin with – her intentions had been good.
Kerry had known about the Little Shop of Hedonism for some time, but it was only after breaking up with her long-term boyfriend that she decided to visit. Her ex had never really appreciated her and over time their sex life had dried up to the point that Kerry could no longer remember the last time she felt craved. Eager for the chance to feel sexy again, she had asked the advice of the owner, Trixie, who recommended a set of beautiful lace lingerie enchanted to boost the confidence of the wearer.
True to Trixie’s word, the lingerie had made Kerry feel on top of the world, and with her newfound drive she had headed to the club to bag herself a hot date.
After that she had returned to the shop on a regular basis, keen to try out more of Trixie’s erotic wares. Over the course of several months she had accrued quite a collection of products, from magic bedsheets that corrupted any man she lured into them into a sex-crazed animal, to a nanite-infused dildo that could morph to whatever shape or size she required.
It was the perfect hoard of orgasmia. Or at least, that’s what she’d thought until now.
‘No, Jonas, no, please, don’t open that.’ Kerry watched in dismay as the handsome stud ignored her pleas and popped the lid off a tall clear bottle. Upending it, he poured a heaping dose of pink oil into his palm.
‘Breast growth oil,’ Jonas read off the bottle as he turned to her with a wicked smile. ‘Just rub into your tits and watch the unique formula work it’s magic for that all-natural bimbo look.’
Striding over, he thrust his hand towards her rack. But to Kerry’s surprise he stopped just in front of her, the oil dribbling slowly down his palm barely an inch from her breast.
Though she opened her mouth, Kerry never got the chance to voice her confusion. She had been so focused on Jonas she hadn’t noticed Craig ease around behind the wooden divider. Now he slipped his hand through one of the gaps to finger her from behind, and the unexpected invasion prompted her back to arch, pushing her tit into Jonas’ waiting hand in the process. Kerry’s face froze in a mask of pleasure as erotic heat bloomed over her chest, groans continuing to froth on her tongue while the fiendish man massaged the oil into her skin.
Soon both breasts were coated in the potent fluid and Kerry could feel them gradually expanding in Jonas’ palm. Her thoughts were foggy with lust, but she realised belatedly that at some point Jonas had unzipped his trousers and was stroking his hefty cock slowly as he continued to grope her. As for Craig, he had removed her panties entirely and was plunging three fingers in her cunt down to the knuckle.
It took Kerry some time to fully regain her senses; given that it tended to leave her a drooling mess, she had rarely used the breast growth oil and never as much as Jonas had applied. And as she struggled to overcome the pleasure, memories of the previous night filled her mind.
Kerry had gone all out for her date. After weeks of experimenting with Trixie’s trinkets, she had been desperate for a night of shameless depravity, so she had combined everything she could think of to make herself simply irresistible. Her stockings were bewitched with a temptation spell that made anybody who touched them desperate to grope her; her lipstick was packed with nanites to puff her pout into the perfect DSLs; even her false nails were special, capable of rendering any man rock hard with a single stroke of her fingers no matter how many times he had climaxed.
But ultimately it was the perfume that had sealed her fate. Her most recent purchase, it was imbued with especially potent magic. According to Trixie the perfume would strip away the inhibitions of anybody who smelled it, forcing them to act on their deepest desires. What was more, the effect was tied to the wearer’s own arousal: the hornier she became, the more shameless her lovers would be, and only when she was completely spent would the effects finally wear off.
Kerry had waited until they got back to her date’s house to apply it. At first the blend of sinful enhancements had worked perfectly, reducing her man to a feral thing of lust and hunger.
Unfortunately, no amount of enthusiasm could hide his inherent lack of naughtiness. He wasn’t bad in bed, not by a long shot, but he clearly preferred taking things slow and passionate. Kerry could tell that the animal her perfume had unearthed in him was more prey than predator, and as her arousal had dwindled so had the effects of her perfume.
Unwilling to force the man into being something he wasn’t, Kerry had slipped out before he woke up the next morning and walked home. The streets were empty and she had met nobody on the way back. At least not until she passed Craig and Jonas. The two studs were roommates who rented the flat next to hers; both worked nights and they had been arriving home from last night’s shift when she slipped by them in the corridor.
No sooner had Kerry unlocked her flat than the two men descended on her, tearing off her clothes as they dragged her inside and locked the door behind them. With wild eyes they had forced her up against the wooden divider and used their belts to restrain her hands. After that they set about fiercely feasting on her bare tits, inadvertently fuelling Kerry’s arousal as they did so.
Kerry had assumed the perfume was no longer strong enough to have any effect, but clearly it was more potent than she had realised. Even now there was a deranged look in their eyes as they manhandled her, and though she struggled to force down her arousal she knew she was fighting a losing battle.
‘You know, you never actually told us about this,’ Jonas said, tapping the silver collar around her neck. It had been waiting in the lounge along with everything else Kerry had bought from the Little Shop of Hedonism – she hadn’t had time to put everything away before leaving for her date – and her neighbours had eagerly clipped it into place once she was restrained. ‘Come on, don’t be shy. What does it do? And don’t even think about lying to us, slut.’
In that moment, Kerry knew her fate was sealed: that was the one question she’d been hoping they wouldn’t ask. Though she tried bite back the truth the words were spilling from her lips before she could stop them.
‘It’s an Obedience Collar. The magic it contains fills me with the need to submit, and as long as I’m wearing it I have no choice but to do anything you say.’
Jonas’s face lit up with devilish delight as the gravity of her words sank in. ‘And I just told you you’re not allowed to lie,’ he grinned.
Biting her lip, Kerry nodded. Craig was still fingering her deep and the pleasure was making it difficult to think.
Jonas shifted closer. ‘Since you have to tell the truth now, I want to hear you say it: you don’t really want us to stop, do you?’
Once again the words rose in her throat automatically. But this time Kerry didn’t even try to hold them back.
‘No! Please, fuck, don’t stop! Never stop. This is what I’ve been dreaming of ever since my breakup. I want to be used and fucked and lusted for. I want to be a sexy slut who can gorge on cock all night long and still have the energy to be pounded until my brains are mush in the morning. Please, make me feel hot. Make me feel wanted and craved and desired. I need it. I need it. I need it…’
Her will to resist broken, Kerry repeated herself over and over. She rocked frantically against Craig’s hand while simultaneously forcing her tits harder into Jonas’ hand. She moaned with need, desperate for them to make her their plaything.
Jonas’s voice was wicked as he whispered in her ear. ‘In that case, how about you show us what a naughty nympho you can be?’
Kerry’s heart skipped a beat when she realised her hands were free. She wasn’t sure which man had unbuckled the belts holding her in place, but the second she was released she pushed Jonas backwards, tearing off his clothes just as manically as he had removed hers on the way in.
Practically diving onto the small black beanbag she snatched up the nanite-laced lipstick and applied a thick layer to her pout, shuddering as she felt her lips plump up even more. With her other hand she clipped a chain leash to the ring on her collar.
Then, pivoting to face her naked neighbour, Kerry opened her mouth wide and allowed him to feed his perfect cock deep down her throat. The deeper he went the more her neck bulged, pressing against the unyielding metal of her collar, but Kerry didn’t pull away: for being such a loyal customer, Trixie had coded the nanites in the lipstick to also remove Kerry’s gag reflex. As such the busty slut swallowed him to the base with ease.
‘You like that, bitch?’ Jason grinned as she held herself there.
Unable to deny it anymore, Kerry nodded, her tits bouncing as she did so. They were already a cup size larger and still growing.
‘You know what, dude, I think with a bit of training this whore would make the perfect little sex doll.’ Craig had removed his shirt by now, though as he came to sit in the white armchair next to Kerry he was still wearing his jeans. As he passed he took hold of her leash before leaning down to once again sink his fingers into her twinkling cunt.
Jonas chuckled as she groaned around his cock. ‘I think you’re right. Let’s see just how powerful this collar is, shall we?’ Pulling back until only the head of his dick rested on her tongue, he held up a hand before she could move to swallow him. ‘Stay,’ he said.
Forced to obey, Kerry froze.
‘Good girl. You know, if we’d realised you were this desperate to be made into a slut, we’d have been happy to help you. As you can tell, me and Craig have been desperate to fuck you ever since we moved in. But we’re gentlemen, and being gentlemen means we don’t leer over refined ladies.’
There was a sound of movement behind Kerry and the next moment Craig’s voice was in her ear, his fingers probing deeper than ever. ‘But you’re not a lady, are you? You’re just a greedy cock-addict desperate to be used. That’s what all this stuff is really for. All you’ve ever wanted is to feel hot and sexy and craved – and nothing makes you feel like that more than being railed until you can’t think straight. Isn’t that right?’
Again Kerry nodded. Though his pumping fingers and her longing to feast on Jonas’ cock were filling her with agonising arousal, the rest of her body remained motionless. All save her tits and lips, of course, both of which were still steadily inflating.
‘Well then, let’s not waste any more time.’ With that Craig was tugging on her leash. Yanked away from the cock she longed for, Kerry was briefly heartbroken. But then Jonas sank down into the armchair. Sitting low with his hips jutting over the edge, he eyed her with a wicked grin as his saliva-smeared shaft pointed towards the ceiling like a meaty flagpole.
‘What are you waiting for?’ Craig asked. ‘Ride him, slut. Ride him until you’re gushing his cum.’
Scrambling up to obey her orders, Kerry straddled him and dropped down needily, her orgasmic moans echoing through the flat as his thick rod stretched her sex and burrowed in deep. Perfect pleasure flooded her insides and within seconds she was eagerly rolling her hips, her swelling tits jiggling with each lustful motion. Her soul burning with ecstasy, Kerry could only grip the chair’s arms in the hope they might keep her grounded in reality.
Jonas’ hands found her flanks and held her firmly.
‘You know Craig, if we’re going to train her properly, I think this whole neighbour arrangement needs to change. If you ask me, I think she’d be far happier being our live-in cumdump. I for one wouldn’t mind getting home after a shift to find her waiting ass up and ready to serve in the hall. And in exchange I’m sure we could arrange regular trips to the Little Shop of Hedonism too. What do you think?’
‘I’m in,’ Craig smirked. Even as they spoke Kerry’s persistent groans undermined everything, the slutty slap of her ass and thighs hitting Jonas’ groin ringing out. ‘But let’s see what the greedy cock-addict thinks. Would you like that, Kerry?’
In a state of orgasmic bliss, Kerry’s eyelids were fluttering too quickly for her to even meet Craig’s eyes. But she was still lucid enough to reply, and she didn’t need any help from her corruptive accessories to know the answer. ‘Yes. Oh fuck, yes, please say I can be your whore.’
‘And what shall we do with this?’
With great effort, Kerry opened her eyes enough to see the key glinting in Craig’s hand as he leaned over her. It was the key to the lock on the back of her collar. But in that moment it looked like the most repulsive thing Kerry had ever seen.
‘Get rid of it. Please, don’t ever let it come near me again.’
Kerry could just about see Craig’s mouth moving, but whatever he was saying his words fell on deaf ears; her orgasmia had reached such an intensity that her rational mind had started to shut down. But even as it became increasingly difficult to think, her nymphomaniacal instincts seamlessly took control. After all, she’d been given an order, so until she was gushing Jonas’ cum she would keep riding him, compelled by the power of her magical collar to carry on being their whore no matter how horny it made her.
Now she had tasted the pleasures of sluttiness Kerry was hungry for more. Corrupted by a shameless addiction to sex and sin, deep down she wasn’t sure any amount of depravity would ever be enough for her. Still, with countless Little Shop of Hedonism products left to try out and her hungry studs always eager to fuck her senseless, she was going to thoroughly enjoy finding out…
Thanks for reading!
It was only when I came to schedule this that I realised it has been almost a full year since my last Little Shop of Hedonism story. It wasn’t my intention to leave it that long, but I also don’t mind that it happened because last year saw me release 4 stories in this series. While that may not sound like a lot, when you consider that January and July I was on hiatus, August was devoted to The Program: Amber Smith, April was purely gay/trans stories and October and December were dedicated to seasonal stories, that only leaves 6 other months in which I was releasing standalone stories, which means roughly 24 story slots. Having 3 of those taken up with these stories (while number 4 took up a Christmas slot) made me a little worried that people might not like such frequent additions, especially when other series don’t get revisited nearly as often.
None of this is to say I intend to stop writing Little Shop of Hedonism content. For one thing, the premise is much easier to add to – and hopefully much easier to read – than other series that require more backstory to make sense. For another the possibilities for this one really are endless; given that the only connective tissue between the stories is the shop and by extension Trixie, I don’t have to worry about new stories contradicting old ones, which makes writing them so much simpler for me. So now that I’ve accidentally rested them for the past 9 months I’m definitely hoping to write more in 2025.
That said, I’d be genuinely curious to hear from my readers about their views on this series. Do you enjoy my Little Shop of Hedonism stories? Do you think I write too many or too few? Feel free to leave a comment and let me know your thoughts!
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