Courtney had never been so humiliated in her whole life.

For the past hour she did only one thing…sit on Chris' lap in her underwear while she kissed and sucked on his neck. All the while Chris had, of course, given himself the liberty of playing with her body. Groping her breasts, squeezing her butt and rubbing his hardened clothed crotch against her moistened clothed crotch. At the same time, he was watching the progress of the other contestants of Total Drama Action on a series of TV's.

This was the day she would join the cast, but while they waited for her cue to arrive, they sat in Chris' control room and she worshipped him and allowed herself to be his sexual toy. He hadn't even said a word to her after commanding her to sit on his lap and kiss his neck endlessly, he just delighted himself by toying with her body like she was nothing more than a human sex doll.

Yet, despite the length of her torture, she did not submit and be accustomed to it. She remained latently furious. Every kiss she bestowed on his neck, every squeeze on her butt, every pinch on her nipple just made her rage increase and she could only let the hurt and rage out by kissing his neck more aggressively, which ironically in turn, caused him to abuse her womanly treasures with more frequency and lewdness.

What angered her more, however, was the underlying physical pleasure that she felt from it all. Her head was pooling with rage, humiliation and hurt but her body had never experienced such wonderful sensations before.

Her breasts were her main problem. They'd always been sensitive but she'd always regarded this sensitivity as a problem because she was constantly afraid (in her prudish nature) that the slightest accidental graze at her bosom would send shivers down her spine and that the slightest breeze would arouse her nipples and display them, poking through her shirt to the world. Now, her body welcomed their sensitivity, since the pleasure that filled her every time Chris pressed his palm into her nipple and sunk his fingers into her malleable flesh was almost enough to make up for the fact that her yearning pussy was not receiving proper attention.

Alas, despite her fury, she could do nothing but sit on his lap while kissing his neck and allow him to have his way with her voluptuous, aroused body. All because of the collar around her neck, the collar that had bound her to Chris' will and made her his sex slave.

Three days prior he'd put the controlling collar on her and using its power he'd had his way with her. Two days after that, she had to go back to his office to be allowed back on the show and he had his way with her again, only this time he made her do all the work and because of the collar, she couldn't resist. She had to endure the awful violating sensation she'd felt two days earlier as her body performed a striptease, gave him a lap dance, pulled his face into her cleavage, squeeze her breasts together so he could motorboat them, grind her ass against his crotch and finally pull down his pants with her mouth so she could straddle him and fuck him. She rode his cock for about half an hour and came twice and even though she begged him to let her stop, he kept her going despite her exhaustion until he came inside her.

"OK Courtney, it's almost time for your big debut." Chris said.

The host shoved her off himself, letting her drop to the floor with a thud, and got off his chair. Courtney swore at him and Chris chuckled as he reached for something inside his nearby desk.

"Courtney, now you have to head for Set C to continue the bank heist challenge but before that, I want you to put on something." Chris said.

The brunette looked in horror as the host showed her a tiny, tiny pink thong with the initials CM embroiled into the front of the crotch area.

"From now on this is the only underwear you'll be wearing on the show." Chris said.

"No fucking way." Courtney groaned.

"Courtney, put on the thong." Chris ordered.

Courtney swore again as her body obeyed Chris' command by taking off her bra and panties and strolling over to where he was. She took the thong off his hands and slipped into it, despising the way the cloth rode up between her buttcheeks.

"I hate you." Courtney growled.

"Hey, cheer up, Court…" Chris said, stepping behind Courtney and pressing his crotch against her barely-covered ass. "It could be worse. I could have tattooed 'Chris' Bitch' on your ass, I could have made you pierce your nipples, I could be forcing you to compete with a dildo up your ass. I could have done a lot worse things than force you to wear a thong with my initials on it, so consider yourself lucky. Now…"

Chris groped Courtney's tits from behind and began to squeeze them roughly, making the brunette moan in pain/pleasure.

"…Put on some clothes to cover your nice big tits and head for Set C without further objection, will you? Temporary release."

As Courtney regained control over her body, Chris let go of her boobs and gave her a slap in the ass before walking off.

Courtney recalled the earlier moment when she had sat on Chris' lap and sucked on his neck for a long time while he groped her and remembered how she thought that was the most humiliating moment of her life. She'd been wrong…in retrospect.

The challenge had ended. Courtney had been added to The Killer Grips and both her teammates and her rivals from the Screaming Gaffers had asked about her new collar. She told them it was a new style she was trying on and was met with varied approval, though she was secretly glad that Duncan had made clear he liked it.

However, that brief joy elapsed when she and her team lost the challenge because their getaway car from the bank heist challenge didn't have an engine. Of course Courtney had been angry about this, but her anger actually went out of control not because of the challenge but because of how she noticed Chris was looking at her. All throughout the challenge he'd look at her butt, at her breasts, at her crotch, he'd look up and down her body with explicit lust; thinking about how later he'd get to have it all. How she'd give it all to him. How she'd shove his head between her boobs and rub them all over his face, how she'd bend down in front of him and suck on his cock, how she'd stand on all fours and wave her sweet little ass back and forth so he'll fuck her. It made her furious.

It made her even more furious to find out that she'd have her own individual trailer next to Chris' luxurious three floor residence in the studio, which she correctly guessed, had a door connecting the two structures. Of course, Chris later told her that she'd been spending her nights at his place and indeed as soon as everyone retired to their trailers, Chris brought Courtney to his residence and immediately reactivated the collar…returning little slut Courtney to her proper place under her master's control.

Then, the most humiliating moment of Courtney's life (at least up until then) came when Chris made her put on her new outfit for the night. Courtney was wearing a pair of pink stilettos, pink silk stockings, a pink garter belt, pink nipple pasties with bits of glittery cloths hanging down from the tips and, of course, the tiny pink thong with Chris' initials at the front. As an extra additive, Chris made Courtney wear the blonde wig from the earlier challenge. For all intents and purposes, Courtney looked like a slutty stripper bimbo.

Courtney stepped into the place's main living room to find Chris sitting on a sofa and watching TV on a big screen. When he looked up to see her he gave a leering whistle and then howled madly in a mocking fashion.

"Courtney! Looking awesomely hot in the new outfit!" Chris said. "How do you like it?"

"I fucking hate it and I fucking hate you too, you fucker!" Courtney yelled, pouring out all her anger stored up through the day.

"Hey, no need to get so aggressive, Court." Chris said. "I just wanted to give my little Princess an outfit that highlighted her natural beauty. Those thick conservative clothes don't do your body any justice. Now everyone can see how huge your tits are, how jiggly your butt is and how wet your pretty little pussy gets when you see your master."

"I AM GOING TO FUCK YOU UP AS SOON AS I GE THIS GODDAMN THING OFF ME!" Courtney screamed.

"Well, if you're going to be this irrational, I'm just gonna have to teach you a lesson." Chris said, mockingly. "Come here and bend over my knee, my little slutty Princess."

Courtney fumed as her body strutted over to Chris and then bent over his knee, her belly pressing into it with her booty sticking up in the air. Chris pulled down Courtney's thong to her upper thighs, leaving her butt exposed completely (even though it was barely even covered before) and then raised his hand high up in the air before bringing it back down with a smack to Courtney's right butt-cheek. The brunette yelped in pain as the slap resonated on her butt, making it jiggle lightly after the blow. More pain ensued as Chris continued to bring his firm hand straight down onto Courtney's ample booty, spanking her with increasing force and speed, eliciting swear after swear with each slap he delivered.

Growing tired of Courtney's verbal assault, he ordered her to suck on her own thumb. Courtney growled as her body complied, bringing her thumb forward and sticking it inside her mouth so her lips could involuntarily suck on her own digit while he kept on abusing her already maimed bottom.

As the spanking continued for God-knows how long, Courtney found she could no longer groan out swears mumbled by her thumb-sucking, she could only emit groans of pain as the sheer hurt coming from her reddened butt-cheeks was too much to make actual words. When Chris allowed Courtney to stop sucking on her thumb, all she could do was beg for him to stop. Of course, this was what Chris had wanted all along.

"Please, Chris! Stop! Please!" Courtney begged.

"You want me to stop, huh?" Chris queried. "I'll stop only if you're good. Will you be good?"

"Yes, sure, Chris. I'll be good." Courtney said, desperate.

"Also, you won't call me Chris anymore. While we're here, you'll call me Daddy." Chris said.

"What? Are you…"

Chris raised his hand again and Courtney stopped talking briefly before resuming.

"Yes Daddy." She said, defeated.

"You love your Daddy, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Say it…"

"I love you, Daddy."

Courtney had never said something so humiliating in her whole life.

"Well, then come give Daddy a kiss."

Chris pulled up Courtney's thong and she sat straight on his lap, straddling with one of her legs on either side of him. He brought her face to his and kissed her lips lightly. Then he kissed her again and this time prodded her lips with his tongue. Courtney instinctively opened her mouth, letting his invading tongue slip into her mouth to rub against her own. In making out, Courtney would ususally fight for dominance, kissing harder and using her tongue more aggressively, but this time she just caved in and allowed her Daddy to take charge, suckering her lips into his and lewdly circling her tongue with his. She simpy wrapped her arms around his neck while he grabbed her ass and mad out with her.

Courtney eventually just sank in and made out with her Daddy for nearly twenty minutes. Eventually she started to enjoy it. Chris might have been a lewd pig who had enslaved her, but he was a good kisser and the way he rubbed her butt after her spanking felt good. She just sunk in and enjoyed the moment.

"You know what Daddy likes about his Little Slutty Princess the most?" Chris asked.

"What?"

His hands left her butt and instead slipped onto her breasts, squeezing them roughly and kneading them around her chest, making Courtney moan in shameful pleasure.

"Her big, juicy titties." Chris answered.

Courtney struggled to hold back her moans as Chris played with her sensitive boobs.

"Do you like when I play with your titties?"

If Courtney's free will had been under her control at that moment, she would have bitten into Chris' nose and torn it off with her teeth. However, since she wasn't in charge of her own body, all she could do was play along with Chris' debauched little game for fear of another merciless spanking. She choked back the bile in her throat, swallowed her pride, blocked out the humiliation and held back her tears as she said:

"Yes, I love it when you play with my big, honking titties, Daddy."

"Well, then how about you thank your Daddy for playing with your titties by grabbing them and giving him a nice titfuck." Chris said.

"No!" Courtney exclaimed.

She wouldn't let him. No fucking way! She knew what he meant, Duncan had suggested it once and she immediately rejected it, saying she would never do something so disgusting. Squeezing a cock between her breasts! It was disgusting! She tried her best to resist, trying to impose her will over her body but it was no use. Her body responded to its master's command immediately, getting off his lap and kneeling in front of him to pull down his zipper and release his cock from his clothes.

Courtney watched in horrified disgust as she involuntarily grasped her own breasts, held them up, leaned over Chris' lap and then sandwiched his cock between her boobs. Her hands pushed onto either side of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh around the thick, hardenned shaft squished between them. It didn't really give Courtney any actual physical discomfort; she was troubled by the idea that she had a dick jammed between her tits...all the more troubling being the fact that it was Chris' dick and the he was jamming it between her tits against her will by controlling her body with the goddamn slave collar he'd put on her.

The brunette's breasts encased nearly the entire shaft of his dick, only the head and a few centimeters of shaft really popped out of her cleavage, but it disappeared into it almost completely when she squeezed her boobs together around the cock.

Chris moaned audibly. He didn't really moan involuntarily; he did it on purpose to degrade Courtney. Though he probably would have moaned anyway since the feeling of his dick being completely surrounded by soft, warm, moving, groping flesh that massaged every inch of his hardened length was very fucking arousing. He'd always wanted to get a titfuck but he'd never had any women with the assets for the job.

Chris held out for a good while but ultimately gave out and came, shooting a large load all over the tops of Courtney's breasts.

"Aww yeah. Those are some pretty good tits, Courtney." Chris said. "Though the cum doesn't look good on them."

Chris reached for the pasties on Courtney's nipples and pulled them off with dull 'pops'. Courtney shuddered at the sensation of the suck-on pasties being yanked off her nipples, leaving them itchy and ticklish, which she couldn't remedy because of Chris' control.

"Rub the cum over them until they blend in with the skin, so I don't see it." He ordered.

"What?"

Courtney's hands moved up and pressed down on her breasts where the semen was. Then they began to rub the thick, white wads all acorss the supple skin of her mammaries, leaving both her hands and her tits feeling sticky and unpleasant.

"Fuck you, you cocksucking bastard!" Courtney swore, unable to continue playing along with his little "Daddy" game after her humiliation.

"Chill Courtney. If anyone's proved to be a cocksucker lately, that's you." Chris mocked.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

"Courtney, how can you hate a guy who's given you so much pleasure?"

Chris slipped his right hand inside Courtney's thong and lightly graced her pussy, making her squeak. He lightly rubbed his middle and index finger up and down her lips, feeling the moistness that dripped out of her and taking delight in her pained squeaks, brought on by his oh-so-tortuosly light touch.

"Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Yes..." She mumbled.

"What?"

"Yes."

"Huh?"

"Please..."

"What?"

"Please!"

"You gotta say it right. You know how, my Little Slutty Princess."

"Please Daddy, make me cum." She begged, feeling all of the world's shame.

"Nah, I don't think so."

"WHAT?"

"After how you insulted me for complimenting your tits, I don't feel like making you cum." Chris said. "If you wanna cum, you can do it for yourself in your room. Go there and stay there until tomorrow. Temporary Release."

Chris merely left and a horny and desperate Courtney bolted for her trailer, getting in through the door that joined it with Chris' place. She locked all doors, closed all windows and shut all blinds. At amazing speed she shed all her slutty garments and leaped into bed, prepared to cover herself in sheets and bring herself to climax. However, her bedsheets were gone.

That's when she realized Chris' game. He had never intended to make her cum. He'd wanted to get her horny so she'd have to finger herself in her room and he could peep at her like the sneaky pervert he was, so he removed her bedsheets. He was probably not just peeking at her, he was probably recording too.

She wouldn't give him another satisfaction. Not that day again. She turned over in bed and pressed her head into the pillow, determined to ignore her yearnings and simply go to sleep to wipe that smug, douchey smile off his face. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours but her head couldn't call for sleep because her goddamn pussy kept on calling for her fingers.

Figuring she'd have a better chance at sleeping clothed, Courtney got out of bed and looked through her belongings to discover, horrified, that all her sleeping clothes and underwear had been snatched. The bastard wasn't dumb. Defeated, she slipped on the demeaning pink thong before jumping into bed.

Yet the thong made it worse. The way the tight fabric rubbed against her clit and the way the thin g-string dug between her ass-cheeks was driving her mad. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction but her breasts! Her breasts demanded attention! They were sweating anxiously with desire. They were like two giant, exposed G-spots that drove her to near orgasm with every movement she made, but never allowed her to reach climax.

She figured she would just rub her boobs to ease the desiring pain but as she squeezed her breastflesh and pinched her nipple, her other hand simply appeared in her thong without her consent and began to finger her.

She tried her hardest to think about the romantic night where she and Duncan had passionately made love in Playa Des Losers after a long walk and talk in the beach but all the images that could flash into her mind were of Chris. Chris pounding her pussy from behind while she was bent over his desk. Chris pushing her tits together and sucking on both her nipples at once. Chris roughly grabbing her ass. Chris thrusting his cock into her mouth while she sucked him off. Chris making out with her and then fucking her roughly.

She hated him so much for appearing in her fantasies and she hated herself even more for moaning out his name as she finally came.