Jizzer of Aahs

The Gimp

While "John" was collecting his payments, Dorothy and Pimp checked out the neighborhood. As they walked the streets everybody, both men and women, stared at the stunning Dorothy. Pimp was happy. Dorothy felt powerful now. As powerful as Demi Moore. Everyone was looking at her, everyone wanted her. Everyone wanted to fuck her. She was happy. Her dildo began to vibrate.

Dorothy did feel a bit guilty, though, that she had become a pimp for her little pony, but sex didn't seem to be such a bit deal for Dorothy now, and it certainly wasn't a big deal for a ponygirl. A blowjob here, an ass fuck there. It was all good, especially since it wasn't her ass.

After doing a little window shopping, the two entered the Diner next door to "John's". Dorothy got a table and Pimp went into the bathroom. As he opened the stall to piss, (he always pissed in the stall, not the urinal), he noticed a hole in the wall. A tongue was sticking out of the hole.

"What the fuck is going on here." he shouted at the tongue. He was disturbed. He was angry. He was livid. He couldn't piss with this tongue pointing at him. He stormed out of the bathroom and looked for other end of the tongue. He broke down 4 doors before he found a bag of leather containing some human mass. He figured this was the source of the tongue and went up to the mass. He saw that whatever was there was attached to a toilet, face chained to a wall and ass over the toilet bowl. It was completely covered in leather, the only exposed area was a hole for its tongue and hole for its shit and piss to come out. It was a gimp. He took out his gun and shot the chains binding the gimp to the wall, freeing it. The gimp rolled off his seat and fell onto the ground thinking that it was shot dead.

Dorothy heard the shots and ran back to find out what was going on. When she entered, Pimp was standing over a man laying flat on his back, naked except for a leather mask surrounding his face. Dorothy yelled, "Why did you kill that guy?"

"Shit. I didn't fuckin' kill him. I cut him loose. Shit. This fuckin' shit-head smells like fuckin' shit." the Pimp replied, lightly kicking the man's face to wake him up. "I don't want to be fuckin' jammed up for just trying to take a piss." It took the man a few seconds to move. "This shit-head was bothering me. A brother has got to piss in private."

"I'm alive?" the man asked.

"Stupid ass question, shit-head." the pimp replied.

"WWWWWWWWWWWho are you, master?" the man continued "Are you gggggoing to kkkkkkill me."

"If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be asking me that, shit-head."

"Oh. I've bbbbbbeen hhhhhhhhheeeere ssssssssooooo lllllong I don't rrrrrrrreally ........"

"You're a fuckin' gimp. Fuck. I don't have all day, gimp.", the pimp said impatiently.

"What is a gimp?" Dorothy asked.

"Do I look like a fuckin' dictionary. A gimp is a slave you keep in a box. You take it out when you get horney and fuck it in the ass, right gimp." the pimp replied.

The gimp stood up. His balance was shaky, as was his whole demeanor. He was way too skinny for his height. Skinny in his face, skinny in his body and his arms and skinny in his legs. Shinny everywhere, and hairy everywhere too. He was covered in all sorts of dried liquids. His dick actually looked quite large compared to the rest of him. His eyes looked hollow, but there was still some humanity in them.

"Master, I wasn't ffffffucked in the ass.  I am not gggggay." he asserted meekly.

Dorothy asked the man what he was doing here.

"I was a cccccaptured by the WWWWWicked Bitch of the East.  She trained me to eat pppppppussy. I couldn't get her off, so she chchchchchchained me here to be a cccccccum deposit station for all the hohohohohohohorney men of Aahs. But, I am not ggggggay!"

"Did you know that I singlehandedly killed the Wicked Bitch of the East?" Dorothy asked.

"Mistress, you look like a whhhhhhore, not a killer."

"I am not a whore!" Dorothy protested to this barely-a-man. Her dildo started to vibrate.

"SSSSSSSSorry. I don't mean to be ungrateful. Thththththank you for saving me. Thththththank you for killing that bitch. Thththththank you for not killing me." the gimp said as he got on his knees blathering his thanks for everything he could think of.

"Man, you are fucked up." Pimp stated the obvious.

"Mistress, I think I could think bbbbbbetter if I had some real fffffooood. My main nnnnnourishment has been an endless stream of ccccccum from the ccccccocks that I serviced day after day. But I am not ggggay."

"To each his own, I say." the pimp chimed in.

"MMMMMMy name? My given name is Leon, Mistress."

"Hi Leon, my name is Dorothy, this is my friend Pimp the Pimp."

"Hi Mistress Dorothy, Hi Master PPPPPimp. Pimp?" Leon question Dorothy, "Mistress, are you sure you are not a whore?"

"I'm sure." Dorothy told the gimp. Her dildo vibrated a bit faster.

"Shit-head, I mean Leon, you smell. I got to go piss and eat somein'. I am out of here." the pimp said leaving the gimp with Dorothy.

"Mistress, what are you gggggoing to do with me?", the gimp asked. "Don't bbbbbeat me please. I am your sssssslave, Mistress."

"I am trying to find my way back home to Los Angeles. Have you heard of it?"

"NNNNNo, Mistress."

"I, well we, are on our way to see the Jizzer of Aahs at Rhinestone City. He is going to do something wonderful for all of us."

"Mistress, I will gladly follow you to see this JJJJJJizzer Maybe he can give me the cccccccourage to be a better slave."

"You can come with us, I guess, but first you are going to need to wash up a bit, well a lot. You really do smell quite bad. I'll tell you what, soap up here somewhere and I will try to find a hose. We can hose you off. OK?"

"Yes, Mistress" Leon shook as he talked.

"Keep your distance please... Use lots of soap, OK, like, maybe, a gallon or something like that."

"Thanks you, Mistress, I ggggget the idea."

"I doubt it."

"Mistress, any fffffood you could possible spare, even a little scrap, would be gggggggreatly appreciated." the gimp repeated.

"I'll bring up a doggie bag from the diner. OK?"

"Yes, Mistress"

"We need to get you some clothes too. Why don't you take off that leather mask," Dorothy asked.

"Yes, Mistress." the gimp replied. He tried to find a zipper or a button or something to open the mask, but couldn't find one.

"Mistress, I cccccccannot figure out how to rrrrrremove this mask. Can you help me?"

"Clean up first. You are covered in cum, yuck. And some orange and green stuff, gross." Dorothy said as she turned and left to go eat. "I'll be back."

Dorothy left the room and then left the Diner to get a breath of fresh air. It took five minutes to get that smell our of her nose. She saw a hose on the corner of the building that she could use later.

Dorothy and Mr. Pimp ordered and when the food arrived, Dorothy took the gimp's food to him. "Here," Dorothy said to the gimp, pushing his food at him. "Gotta go!"

Dorothy and Pimp ate their second meal together. A lot had happened to them since they met a day earlier. Dorothy looked into Pimp's eyes, smiled, and thanked him for coming along with her.

"Sheeeeeiiiit. You are welcome." he replied smiling back.

After they finished, Dorothy asked Pimp to go outside and turn on the hose while she went into the back to get the gimp. When she entered the room, the gimp was sitting on the floor, covered in that liquid soap used at public bathrooms. His food was completely finished, not even a drop of oil was left, not even on the paper holding his veggie-burger.

"Follow me, Leon. BUT NOT TOO CLOSE, OK!" Dorothy commanded the gimp. "And bring more of that soap.". Leon followed Dorothy and at the moment they got outside Pimp blasted the gimp with water. After 20 minutes of soaking and scrubbing and soaping and scrubbing again, and again, Leon's almost smelled human... almost. Dorothy approached Leon and tried to figure out how to remove his mask. She couldn't. "Looks like you are going to have to keep that mask on until we get to Rhinestone City." she told the still naked gimp.

"Yes, Mistress." he replied, genuflecting.

As Dorothy and her two new friends walked back to the "Ho'siery" to get Gigi and find some clothes for the gimp, they heard a commotion in the back of the store. There, Dorothy saw something that made her blood boil. The clerk, standing with 12 other guys, was whipping Gigi's tits. Her smooth skin showed thin white and red lines. Gigi was bucking back and forth, being held by two of the men onto the cock of some guy laying on the floor.

Dorothy shouted "Stop. Stop you fucking asshole. Stop."  She turned to Pimp and told him. "Stop these guys, they're hurting my little pony."

The whipping stopped. The room was silent.

Mr. Pimp took out his gun, pointing it at the clerk, and said, "Time to meet your maker."

"No," Dorothy shouted. "Don't kill him. He needs to suffer first. I want to see him suffer like he is making my Gigi suffer." Dorothy felt both angry and guilty. She shouldn't have left her ponygirl with this man. She should have protected her pony.

Meanwhile, all the dicks in the room went limp, and all the guys other than the clerk and the guy under Gigi moved slowly towards the door. The pimp told them all to leave. Gigi stood up and ran over to Dorothy, rubbing her head in Dorothy's chest. The guy getting fucked got up and ran out with his pants at his ankles.

As Dorothy was comforting Gigi, the gimp looked at the clerk and stuttered, "Mistress, Thththththat man helped chchchchain me to the sssssssstall."

"I knew that guy was no good. I shoulda busta cap in his ass the first time he diss'd me. Dorothy, you gots to give me reason not to shoot his head off right now."

Dorothy responded, "Later, baby." trying to calm Mr. Pimp down. "Let's think. Maybe we can come up with something more appropriate for this asshole."

"What you thinkin' of, baby."

"Well, he was pimpin' out my Gigi, so maybe we should pimp him out?"

"Baby, hate to tell you this, but you were pimpin' her out too."

"Yeah, I know. Well, this guy is an asshole, that is for sure. Maybe we should let everyone know that. And he was whipping her tits, her perfect perfect tits, so maybe she should whip his tits? He helped turn Leon into a cum sucking glory hole so maybe we should do the same to him." Dorothy reasoned.

"An eye for an eye. Fuck. Let's just blow his balls off, cut off his dick, and make him eat it." Pimp replied, repointing the gun towards the clerk's balls.

"I agree with the beautiful woman." the clerk offered, shaking at the knees. His pants were wet.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP." Dorothy and Pimp yelled in unison.

"Gimp, get one of those fuckin' ball gags and put it on this soon to be skid mark. Handcuff him behind his fuckin' back too, and around here so he can't move." the Pimp commanded. "How the fuck is your pony going to hold a fuckin' whip? How the fuck are we going to weld has fuckin' face to that hole? Got any better ideas, baby."

"Mistress, I have an idea, " the gimp spoke out of turn, his face pointing straight down, "Well, this pony can't hold a whip, so maybe she could just kick him in the balls, once for each mark he left on her. That would be fair."

The clerk winced. He tried to protest but one could only hear "Uunh, shoo, thluf ..."

"And for Leon, maybe Leon can fuck him in the ass." Dorothy added.

"I am not gay!" Leon inserted, without a stutter to be heard.

"How about he give you a blowjob then." Dorothy offered.

"Um, Mistress, wouldn't that still be gay?", the gimp pondered.

"How about he give you a fuckin' blowjob through that hole over there." The pimp said as he moved his gun over a couple of inches and blew a hole in the wall. "That way you won't know if it is really his fuckin' mouth or 'someone else's'."

"Yes, Master, and I cum down his, I mean the person's, throat.", Leon added. "We better use a blowjob harness to keep his mouth wide open." Leon pranced over the BDSM hardware section and found the sturdiest hardness.

Dorothy then asked, "Now how do we make sure everyone knows he is an asshole..... I know, let's tattoo ASSHOLE on his forehead."

"And 'SHIT HERE' around his mouth and 'FUCK MY ASS' on his cheeks," Leon chimed in, again without a stutter.

"You are becoming one wicked woman, Dorothy." Pimp said. "OK, first the tattoos, then the blowjob, then your pony can crush his balls."

"Sounds good to me. You two, can you hold his head still. I got to figure out how to operate this tattoo pencil." Dorothy was ready to tattoo her guilt onto the clerk's forehead forever.

An hour later, the clerk was a complete wreck. He passed out twice while being tattooed, he gagged and spit up twice while giving his first blowjob, and he was now tied, spread eagle, to a couple of posts at the back of his store waiting for the ponygirl to emasculate him. He was naked save for the ball gag.

Dorothy had applied some ointment to Gigi's tits hoping to restore them to their former perfect self. There were 10 visible whip marks. Gigi was still in shock. Nobody had ever whipped her tits before. She didn't really know what it meant. Gigi didn't seek revenge, just an explanation. Dorothy had told her that this bad man had whipped her tits because he was a bad man, but that didn't make sense to Gigi. What was a bad man? Men were just for fucking. When they brought Gigi up to the bound clerk she had a better understanding. He was covered in his own spit, with blood running from his face and his dick. Gigi recognized this as punishment, the sort of punishment that she too had suffered many times from her former owner. When she approached the clerk she knew she was going to further his punishment. That she understood.

Dorothy pointed to the clerk and told Gigi, "Kick", pointing to his balls.

Gigi didn't know what to do. She dare not kick a man in the balls. She would be boiled alive if her owner found out.

"Kick," Dorothy repeated demonstrating what she expected of her pony.

Gigi kicked the clerk's balls gently, checking that this wasn't a test.

"No, Gigi, kick him hard, as hard as you can." Dorothy yelled.

Gigi started to cry. Why was she being yelled at by Dorothy?

"I'm sorry Gigi, don't cry. Here, Let me show you what to do. Don't worry. You can do it. I'm sorry I yelled." Dorothy said comforting the ponygirl. Then Dorothy stood up, went over the clerk, and kicked him in the balls as hard as she could. It felt good. She pointed to Gigi. Gigi came over and with all her might, she too kicked the clerk. He vomited. Gigi kicked him again. And again. And again. He passed out, his body shaking uncontrollably. Leon walked up to the clerk and revived him with some poppers. This repeated a few times until the clerk no longer could be revived. Gigi kicked him a total of ten times. His groin was black and blue and red and a big big mess. Dorothy thought she even saw one of his balls fly off during kick number eight. She didn't go to look for it.

After they finished they cut the clerk down and left him in a pool of his own vomit, piss, and blood. On his way out, Leon kicked the defenseless man weakly in the face. Gigi stayed behind for a minute to look at the bad man. He was moving and groaning, barely conscious. She squatted on his face and shit in his mouth.

As they left the store, Leon picked some clothes to cover his still naked body. There wasn't much men's clothing, but he did find leather shorts and a leather vest. Dorothy picked out some things that she thought might come in handy later, and some things to satisfy her curiosity. She commanded Leon to put on a leather collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs too; and he did. Leon didn't get a seat, he had to run beside the pongirl's cart. He was a real gimp.