Castle first saw the girl during a stakeout. It was a pretty standard cheating wife case, and he now had pics of his clients attractive Jewish wife getting plowed by her huge black boyfriend. Castle had just reviewed the pics and it was difficult to tell if the passion on her face was pleasure or pain from his huge cock, but Castle figured either way he'd get paid when her husband saw them.
He was in his car looking through the photos when he looked out the window and saw her. There was a small homeless community under the overpass about 10 yards in front of him, and he suddenly noticed what had to be a girl climb out of a cardboard box. She looked around 20, and was skinny and a bit over 5 feet tall. She had a short red-haired tomboy haircut and what looked like a cute face. Castle though she was worth a look and climbed out of the car.
She was not as cute when he got close up, but she had potential. Her nose was a bit too large for her face, and her teeth were crooked and a couple were missing. Her body, though, hit Castle right in the pants as she was slender and short and just looked like she had to be tight in every sense of the word.
He sidled up, "Hey, can I ask you a question? 20 bucks even with no answer."
She had wary eyes, but perked up at the $20.
"I'm not a hooker."
"I just want to ask some questions. I'm a P.I. and looking for people possibly in that hotel across the street."
"Alright."
He asked a series of meaningless questions about the owner of the hotel and his habits. He made a joke or two about being in the PI biz and looking for cheating wives and husbands. His goal was to put her at ease.
Handing her the money he said "Ok, here's your $20. Listen, I'm headed for a late dinner. Do you want some food." He held up his hands in a gesture of peace, "No strings attached."
How could she refuse.
***
He'd been back to visit Tracy the homeless girl 2-3 times per week for three weeks. He'd ask her some meaningless questions about the hotel owner, then give her $20 and take her for food. He made a point of taking her to several different places. He'd read that when people have memories of a person in many different locations are more likely to form a bond of trust. Tracy's parents had died in a traffic collision when she was teen, and without any family or insurance she had ended up on the streets. She was now 19, and the 3 years of homelessness had taken a bit of a toll, but she was still lovely.
At the end of week three, after a nice-but-not-too-nice meal and a glass of wine, he laid out his proposal to Tracy. She should move in with him, again no strings attached, and he'd help her get on her feet.
She gnawed on it for a while.
Then she said no.
Two days later, when he stopped by for a visit and question session about the hotel manager, she said she'd been thinking about it and, if the offer was still open, she wanted to stay with him.
It was like a lamb asking to be slaughtered.
***
For the first few weeks, Castle kept things completely platonic.
After around a month, Tracy was still floundering. Castle had gotten her a part-time job at a local convenience store, but she really had no idea how to make something of herself beyond an hourly job. He'd spent a lot of time getting to know her, but really the goal was to get her comfortable. He started warming her up with romantic movies and wine. They'd end up gently cuddling on the couch under a blanket by the end. Finally after a couple of weeks, he made two significant moves. Early in the day, he brought up the idea of her giving him some rent money to help pay for food and lodging. He lied and said that business had been weak lately and that he was a bit worried about making the rent. Then he immediately dropped it and said never mind, he knew she was trying to get on her feet and he should never have brought it up. Then later, as they cuddled during their movie, he made sure she felt his erection as they cuddled.
She'd been worried about their earlier conversation. She did the mental math and decided that if she was his girlfriend, Castle was far less likely to kick her out. However, she was very proud that she had never whored herself while she was homeless, and this felt a bit like prostitution. After a few minutes of soul-searching, she started to gently gyrate her ass-cheek against Castle's cock. She couldn't really tell, but it seemed very large compared to the few she had experienced. After a minute of two, Castle put a hand on her hip, and she groaned from both despair at her compromised ethics and pleasure that her plan was working. After few seconds more, Castle was chewing on her ear as she reached back and grabbed his cock. She had a slight shock as she realized it was much larger than her last boyfriend, but she was too far gone to stop now.
***
"God baby, your pussy is so tight."
Tracy was grunting in pain as Castle opened her up. It had been quite some time, years actually, since she'd had sex. Being dirty and homeless only attracts a certain type of man, and Tracy had never lowered herself to that level. But right now, she was losing a second virginity as Castle's huge cock tore her pussy back open.
They were laying on their sides, both facing Bridget Jones which was still playing on the TV. But neither was watching it as she focused on gritting her teeth and bearing the pain while Castle focused on using her incredibly tight sleeve the please his cock. She'd been a lot of work - he'd been working on her for the better part of two months - but this payoff was incredibly sweet. She had the tightest pussy he'd fucked in years, and he was fighting not to cum as her overly tight cunt strangled his cock.
Finally he pulled out to keep himself from cumming and said, "climb on top, baby" as he rolled on his back.
It was a bit cramped on the couch, but she managed to slide on top of him, reach down and line his big cock up with her pussy. They both groaned as she slid her tight pussy down his cock. He said, "fuck me, baby" and after a beat she started riding his cock with her hips.
Castle laid there and let her slide her incredibly tight pussy on and off of his cock. He didn't think he'd ever been so hard, but her incredibly tight cunt was just incredible as she milked his cock.
***
She was on her back, sweaty legs wrapped around him in a classic missionary position, and their tongues were intertwined and in a rough kiss. Bridget Jones had ended long ago and Castle had been pounding her tight clasping cunt for the better part of an hour. His big cock had made her cum a few times, and he was ready to empty his balls that felt like they might pop they were so full. After her fourth and most intense orgasm, where she scratched his back and shuddered in pleasure, he pulled out and shot his load across her belly and small breasts. It was incredibly intense, and he followed up by looking right into her eyes and saying, "jesus, baby, you are amazing" followed by a kiss.
They flirted in the shower, and she slept in his bed that night.
***
She became his compliant girlfriend, and the issue of paying rent never came up again. After that first night, he gave her a day to recover and then fucked her incredibly tight pussy again, and then after that he fucked her pretty much every day. The first couple of weeks were pretty painful, as her tight pussy became raw from being used as Castle's flesh-light. But she gradually loosened up from being used and settled into her role as his girlfriend and fucktoy.
But Tracy didn't like that the sex gradually got rougher.
***
It had been a few months. He'd recently paid to have her teeth fixed, and, while she was proud of her new teeth, the incredible expense had made her feel very guilty and anxious to please Castle. Her tomboy cut had grown out a bit, and she was on all fours while Castle was pulling her red hair and rutting in her pussy. Her small and slender body was buffeted by his thrusts as he pounded her. His other hand was on her ass and his thumb was buried all the way in her asshole as he came in her formerly tight pussy. She'd seen a gyno and started taking birth control after they started fucking, and now Castle regularly came inside her. She was happy for the birth control, but less pleased about the thumb Castle almost always jammed up her asshole.
They collapsed panting, she laying on her belly, Castle still deep in her cum-filled pussy.
"God baby, your pussy in incredible."
She just laid there panting. After a minute or two, he raised himself up to a crouching position and started gently pumping his cock in her. He pushed his thumb back in her asshole.
"I've been thinking baby, maybe it's time to try something different."
She felt his cock harden rapidly as he stroked it in her pussy, then his cock and thumb were removed and she felt his cockhead press against her asshole.
She said "Oh, god..." then bit her lip with her perfect teeth and thought of the debt she owed Castle as he tore open up a completely new fuckhole in her body.
***
Her lovely red hair had grown to her shoulders now. Castle had a handful of it as he pistoned in and out of her asshole. She was surprised how quickly she had gotten used to ass sex, but it seemed like Castle used her asshole more frequently as time passed, and she had simply accepted the change. It meant she would not cum as much, because she had cum often from vaginal sex. But on the slippery slope of fucking Castle and acting like his girlfriend, it had seemed like she shouldn't refuse when he'd first taken her asshole and then continued taking it whenever he wanted.
Castle looked down at her slender hips and her beautiful ginger hair as he used her shitpipe for his pleasure. She had been incredibly malleable, and he was very pleased that butt sex had become part of their daily sex. Her asshole had expanded quite a bit from regular use, but it still felt delicious to pound the formerly tight guts of the cute homeless tomboy he had brought home. His plan had worked perfectly. She fucked him instead of paying rent or returning to the streets, and he'd gradually pushed the boundaries of the sex acts she would perform. These days for their date night he'd put on a romantic movie and she'd crouch between his legs to suck him throughout the movie. They'd even watched movies he was sure she missed altogether as she earned her keep between his legs. He'd usually cum once during the movie and then they'd move to the bedroom where'd she suck him hard again and he'd use her pussy and asshole.
***
The transition was slow. Over a couple of months, he bought her a wardrobe of girly clothes to replace her jeans, t-shirts, and Chuck Taylors. He'd present the new clothes to her like they were a gift, and due to the debt she felt she owed him, she smiled and accepted them. Over the past couple of months, she had fully transitioned from her tomboy attire to tight dresses and short skirts that showed off her slender figure. He'd also transitioned her to thong underwear after observing that pantylines were a problem due to her new tight attire. She thought most of the clothes were attractive but always a bit too tight ad revealing for Tracy's comfort. Some of the outfits seemed trashy to her, but she wore them anyway to keep Castle happy. She especially disliked the brightly colored tube tops and tiny mini skirts and short shorts outfits he got her, but since they were more comfortable than the tight dresses he bought her, she found herself wearing the clothes that she thought were the most trashy almost every day.
He had also gotten rid of all her flat shoes except for one pair of running shoes. She was almost always in heels now. She started off in low heels, but he talked her into wearing spike heels all the time so she could get used to them and because he loved how they made her legs look. She hadn't been pleased, but she had agreed.
The running shoes came in handy, because Castle slowly eased her into a pretty rigorous exercise regimen. It started off with him gently suggesting that she was gaining a bit of weight (she wasn't) and getting her some exercise tapes. He'd made it clear that he found her slim body very attractive, so she took his comment very seriously and started exercising every day. After a few weeks of that, Castle got her some crossfit DVDs, and her exercise session got both longer and more intense. He kept occasionally buying her longer and more intense workout sessions, and, now, after six months of training she was not only slender but muscular. Castle often thought she looked like a gazelle with her slender build and rippling muscles. Another effect of her rigorous physical training was that she became an absolute fuck machine. There were many nights that culminated in Castle laying on the couch or bed while Tracy bounced her hips in one position or another to make Castle cum. At the end of those nights, she ended up covered in sweat and with aching muscles, and Castle loved to cuddle her afterward and compliment the lean and hard physique that he had manipulated her into developing. The exercise program did run a bit counter to his efforts to feminize her, but he very much enjoyed the fact that she was working so hard everyday to please him and he certainly loved seeing and feeling her fuck herself into a sweaty mess while he laid there and simply enjoyed the fruit of her labor.
These days, when Castle got home from the office, the short haired tomboy who used to greet him six months ago was long forgotten. Instead, he was met by a slightly slutty looking girly-girl with long red hair and painted finger and toe nails with her lean, muscular teenage body on display in her high heels, tube top, and tiny shorts. She'd even taken to chewing gum after he told her it was sexy. After a few off-hand comments about make-up, she'd taken the initiative and watched some youtube videos to learn how to make herself up, and now her face was done up immaculately every day. When they went out, she inevitably changed into one of her many figure-hugging dresses, did her hair and makeup, and broke out her highest heels. Despite her big nose she was an absolute stunner when made up and never failed to turn heads - the men watched because they could make out every detail of her body through her tight dresses, and the women watched in anger because the girl dressed like a slut was stealing their man's attention away.
Castle's next project was manipulating her into a bit of cosmetic surgery. He started by replacing the romance movies with softcore porn, but he tried to find movies with big titted bimbo leads. Then he'd gradually replaced the softcore with fairly tame hardcore, but always featuring bimbos. Tracy would lay on the couch and suck him while they watched, and eventually he commented on how hot the actress with the huge tits was. It was just an offhand comment, and he didn't say anything else about her as Tracy sucked him. But after a couple nights he said it again about another fat-titted actress. And then another. A few weeks later, she had her head in his lap so they could both watch porn as she sucked him. The blonde on screen was using her fat fake tits to stroke the man's cock, and Castle said "God, that looks so hot. I bet that feels incredible." Tracy blanched a bit, as she simply did not have large enough breasts to perform the act depicted on screen. He rubbed her pussy a bit to get her going, and then said, "have you ever thought about getting fake boobs?"
She hadn't. Her adult life had been spent focusing on finding her next meal rather than wishing she had larger breasts, but she thought about Castle's question. He had become her meal ticket. She had been laid off from her job the convenience store, and Castle had simply started paying for everything she needed. Since the death of her parents, she had never had someone care for her like Castle. At that moment watching a fat titted fake blonde suck a huge cock on tv, she had a moment of clarity where she realized it might make her sort-of a whore, but that it only made sense to keep Castle happy.
"I've never really thought about it. Would you like my breasts to be larger?" in between strokes of his cock.
"I don't know. You body is beautiful, but sometimes I think about it. I do think big boobs are incredibly sexy."
He let the subject lie after that and just laid back to watch big titty porn while his project girl worked his cock. When he was close to cumming he told her, and she moved between his legs and pistoned his cock in and out of her throat until he held her head down and came in her throat. When he let go, she fell backward breathing hard, but then gasped out, "was it good baby?"
"It was incredible. I'm gonna need to recover a bit before we head to the bedroom, but I've been thinking about fucking your asshole all day."
Castle watched the play of expressions on her face. It was clear she wasn't thrilled to hear that she was in for a night of unbridled anal sex, but, like a good girl, when he held his softening cock out she leaned forward without hesitation to get him hard enough to pound her asshole until it was raw.
***
Castle played it slow. He made sure to leave images of big titted women around, all the porn they watched featured enhanced women, he'd started occasionally saying things like "I can't believe how how hot she is" when an actress or woman on the street had obviously fake tits.
Tracy was unsure, but they started talking about it more and more, with Tracy asking questions that showed he was getting her to think about it. Tracy eventually came to the same old conclusion that, if she wanted to keep her meal ticket, she needed to keep him happy. She liked her trim figure and wasn't excited about fake boobs, but if Castle wanted to pay for them and they would make him happy, she felt like she should go through with it.
Castle knew a surgeon in Mexico who worked on all the Mexican actresses (and he also did work on women the Cartel owned), so eventually they agreed that for her 20th birthday they'd fly down to Mexico City and get her implants. Tracy was not thrilled as their talks expanded from just breast enhancement to maybe getting butt implants and having her nose done at some point in the future if she liked her boobs.
Castle knew she was only agreeing to keep him happy, which made him even happier. He had been having a great time turning his skinny little short-haired tomboy into a compliant and trampy girltoy. She dressed the way he liked and fucked the way the way he liked, and soon he'd modify her body to match his tastes as well. The next day at the office he called his Surgeon buddy and laid out the plan.
***
The initial consult with the Surgeon could not have gone better. After inspecting her, they discussed options and Castle offhandedly mentioned that they may be back for more surgery later. The Surgeon sprang the trap closed and after probing what other procedures they were considering, he explained that it would be far cheaper to do it all now. Not only the travel and lodging costs, but the cost to perform multiple procedures simultaneously was far cheaper than to string them out. Not only that, the Surgeon had an appointment drop off that afternoon and could get her done today.
Castle had slipped her a small dose of rohypnol to make sure she was compliant, but not so much that she would forget the meeting. Tracy's head reeled at how quickly they went from an initial consult for breast enlargement to her being wheeled into the operating room for breast and butt enlargement, lip fillers, a nose job, permanent pubic and armpit hair removal, and permanent make-up.
Castle's plan worked perfectly.
***
Tracy was in shock when the sedatives wore off and she remembered what happened. They were back at their hotel in Mexico City, and after they got back to the room she'd slept until the next morning. She woke up sore and confused, then remembered what happened and rushed into the bathroom to see herself in the mirror.
Her nose was still in bandages, her lips were swollen, under the loose nightgown bought specifically for her recovery, she could see her breasts and hips were bound with bandages but were obviously much larger than they had been.
She just stood there staring. She couldn't wrap her head around it. After a few minutes, the first real thought she had was to wonder if Castle would like the changes.
***
Over the next two weeks while she healed back in LA, Tracy spent a lot of time in the mirror. Her body had changed so drastically it seemed like she had to re-define her self image. She'd always seen herself as a tomboy. Sure, she was wearing girly dresses and outfits now, but underneath it she still saw herself as a slender waif who should be wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
But as the bandages came off, that mental image started to change.
The most obvious changes were her breasts and butt. Neither had been expanded too much, because her skin was too tight to allow huge implants, but where she formerly had a small and tight muscular butt and A cups breasts, she now had a butt slightly too large for her frame and C cup breasts. On her muscular 5 foot 2 inch frame, the augmented breasts and butt turned her from a waif into a sexpot. When she tried on her outfits, the stretchy material accommodated her new dimensions, but her now huge breasts and butt looked absolutely lewd in her standard shorts and tube top. In her pretty dresses, she looked less obscene but based on her previous experience in her tight dresses, she knew her improved body would get a whole lot of attention.
The permanent hair removal was the easiest part for her to accept, although she felt like a completely denuded pussy did seem a bit odd. She always kept it very trimmed, having no hair at all made her feel... exposed. She didn't like it.
However, by far the biggest change, the part she couldn't get used to, was her face. Her formerly large nose was now a perfect little button, not too small but right on the edge. Her lips were not overly inflated and didn't look fake, but were full and plump. The permanent makeup was a bit heavier than she usually applied, but looked well done as she stared at the strange girl in the mirror.
With her long wavy red hair, tight muscled body, obviously fake tits, large ass, plump lips, finely shaped nose, and heavy makeup, the girl in the mirror oozed sex. She was like a tiny red-haired barbie doll. She looked very much like one of the porn stars from the movies they watched at night. But she didn't look like Tracy.
Her surgery sites were pretty much healed after two weeks. Castle had babied her and cared for her and many times commented on how incredible she looked. By the end of the two weeks, Tracy's desire to please Castle and his obvious delight with her enhancements convinced her that she had done the right thing. Finally, she had a breakthrough. Castle was at work, but her wounds had finally healed and she knew Castle would be testing out her new lips and fat butt when he got home. She had been staring at the mirror for maybe half an hour and everything just clicked. She looked at that big titted sexpot in the mirror and realized that the old tomboy Tracy didn't exist anymore and this new bimbo Tracy was who she was now. She found herself weeping, at first gently, and then in great wracking sobs as she wondered how she became a bimbo.
Castle had been curious to see how she reacted to her new face and body, and had put cameras in his apartment. Her mirror sessions had been interesting at first, but since she just sat there staring they got boring fast. He did like watching the footage of her trying on outfits and then clearly being frustrated at how her new tits and ass looked in her slutty wardrobe. When he got to the footage of her breakdown about five days after it happened, he found it fascinating. She sat there crying, then sobbing, then just sat there staring at herself and slowly stopped crying. She then got up, showered, put on one of her sluttier dresses and high heels, and waited for Castle to get home. He remembered it clearly - he walked in the front door and saw her, and he was blown away by how hot she looked. He immediately grabbed her and started sucking on her new lips while he groped her fat ass and tits. Within a minute, he had hiked her flowery silk dress up, bent her over the back of the couch, and was roughly sodomizing her fat new ass. She had fucked him half to death that night, and every night since then she had exceeded his expectations.
Looking back after seeing the vid, Castle suspected her final bout of crying was tomboy Tracy's last gasp.
***
The next year passed very quickly for both of them. Castle stayed busy with work, and his girltoy continued her exercise regimen during the day, and then drained Castle's balls as many times as she could every night. She had committed herself to being and doing whatever Castle wanted, and she worked hard to predict his needs and provide for them. When she sensed their regular anal sex sessions were getting stale, she suggested they try fisting. That led to a few weeks of her having her pussy painfully stretched as Castle enlarged her and then ultimately fit his entire hand in her pussy. She vividly remembered gritting her teeth and panting to control the pain while she begged Castle to fuck her with his hand. The pain was written on her face, but Castle loved that she wanted to suffer to make him happy. The first night he got his hand buried in her pussy to the wrist, he fisted her until his arm gave out. It evolved that after the nightly movie and blowjob, they would have a long fisting session, and then Castle would fuck her ass and mouth until he came.
However, again she could tell Castle was beginning to lose his interest, and one day when he came home she had stuffed her tits and fat ass into a pretty black dress that was really too small for her after the surgery and put on heavy makeup and high pumps. When Castle got home in the evening, without a word she knelt in front of him and told him she'd been thinking about it and she wanted to experience more deviant sex. She then asked him to let her drink his piss. He said nothing as she leaned over and started unfastening his pants while explaining that their sex was starting to get a bit stale and she wanted to spice things up with some piss play. Castle didn't say a single word, and as she finished the speech she had rehearsed she gently wrapped her fat lips around Castle's cock. He looked into her eyes for few seconds, and then saw a split second flinch as the first piss hit her taste buds, and then the bimbo took over and she drained his entire bladder before sucking him hard and begging him to sodomize her.
The best part about all this for Castle was that she was so easy to manipulate. All he had to do was act a bit less enthusiastic for a few sessions and then leave "accidentally" leave some piss porn open on his desktop or leave a fisting DVD where she would find it when he left for work, and within a few days she was begging to drink his piss or fist her. He was pretty sure that her inner narrative had been warped by the surgery, and now she saw herself as something Castle had created, and she couldn't bear to lose her father/creator. At least, that's what Castle's psychologist buddy thought. She had evolved to where she felt compelled to do anything for Castle to keep him happy, and he used that over and over to humiliate and break her even more.
In that year after her surgery, they started with fisting, and then moved to piss play. The piss play in particular became a daily activity for her, and every football night she drained his beer piss several times so Castle didn't have to miss any of the game.
Castle then led her to breath play, and they would have exhaustive sessions where her breathing was restricted while Castle used her and kept her on the brink of orgasm. Castle was absolutely positive that all the breath play killed a lot of brain cells, because after that phase she was even more receptive to his directions and seemed to be in a daze much of the time. She didn't even respond the first time he led her to the bathroom to drink his piss and nurse on his cock while he took a shit. She just knelt down in front of the toilet and started gently sucking. When he was done, he spun around and put his dirty ass in her face, and again without a word she licked his shitty asshole clean.
Around this time he introduced her to Lamont, and after that, he'd often rent her to Lamont when he was out of town. Lamont would set her up at bachelor and frat parties that would pay very well for a busty little fucktoy who had almost no sexual inhibitions. Lamont always used her to empty his balls before he dropped her off, usually with a rough face fuck but sometimes he wanted pussy or ass.
One of the last things that got a humiliation response from Tracy was simple physical abuse. He slap her face hard while he fucked her, or pull his cock out of her throat and slap her face a couple of times. Those moments were the very last times he saw the proud and independent tomboy rise up in her eyes. But without fail, Tracy clamped that response down and simply took what Castle gave her, whether it was pain, humiliation, piss, or cum. Maybe a month after he started slapping her around, and around 10 months after her surgery, the tomboy Tracy seemed to finally be dead.
Through it all, her only thought was to please Castle, the man who had saved her and rebuilt her body to better please him.
***
About a year after her surgery, Lamont stopped by. Castle had just finish a long fisting session followed by a rough anal fuck. After he fed his cum in her ass, her fed his piss in her mouth, and she was gently nursing on the last few drops from his spent cock when Lamont knocked.
Castle and Lamont were chatting, and Castle had graciously offered Tracy up for a facefuck which Lamont accepted. As she sucked him hard and noticed his cock tasted different than usual, she heard Lamont telling Castle about this "new bitch" he'd gotten in. She was apparently a very tall woman with huge natural tits and slim body, but she fought like a tiger that morning when Lamont and his men broke her in. Lamont laughed as he told the story of how Big Chester had torn her pussy open and she bled all over them, which Tracy realized was the iron flavor she was cleaning off Lamont's cock. After Chester split her open and slapped her around in the process, she was much easier to deal with so Lamont left her with his men and came to see Castle. Around this time his cock got hard and she started choking herself on it the way Lamont liked, but she couldn't hear the conversation while she did it, which was too bad for her.
"I met a guy who is looking to buy a girl. He's Chinese and filthy rich, but he has specific wants, listen carefully - red hair, short, slender, but with 'big fake American tits'. He actually said that 'big fake American tits'. Does that description match anyone we know?"
"How much is he offering?"
"$5 Million for the perfect girl. But he doesn't want a girlfriend, he want a girl he owns."
Castle whistled in appreciation of the amount and they both sat in contemplative silence. Well, they were silent while the sound of Tracy choking on black cock filled the room.
"You think he's serious?"
"I know he is. He's a billionaire looking for his dream girl. He wants a short red-headed barbie. He'll find a different one if we don't make the call."
"How much do you want?"
"If it was anyone else, I'd ask for half. But you and I go back a long ways, so I'm thinking $1 million."
Castle thought about it. Tracy had been a lot of fun, but he was definitely losing interest, mostly because nothing humiliated her anymore. Those small reminders of the tomboy trapped in the Playmate's body had slowly vanished, and only the bimbo remained. She was still very good at emptying his balls, but the thrill of perverting her was gone.
"Alright, call him. Let's see if he's available tonight, I don't want to miss this chance."
***
Castle got back home a bit after midnight. He was alone except for a suitcase full of money. Mr Chang was immediately smitten with her; it was a match made in heaven, really. He was going to pack all Tracy's outfits tomorrow and take them to Chang before they flew out on Chang's private jet, if just so she had other clothes to wear until Chang bought her more.
She caught on during the process that she was being sold.
She said nothing, but gave Castle this look. After everything she had done, all she had sacrificed, after all of her sweat and tears and blood to become the perfect fucktoy for Castle, he was selling her to a man neither of them knew. She captured all of that heartbreak in one stare she directed at Castle. He leaned over, whispered something in her ear that no one else could hear, and kissed her on the cheek. As he got up to leave, he was surprised to see the tomboy glaring at him with tears rolling down her cheeks, betrayed and bitter at her savior after he used her, destroyed her, and then sold what was left. Castle gave her a gentle smile as he picked up his suitcase full of money and left.
Now, alone in his room, Castle reflected on the fickle nature of fate. He'd had no intention of getting rid of Tracy. He'd spent over a year shaping the dirty skinny tomboy into the perfect curvy girly fucktoy. But ultimately the money was too good, and the fact was that there were plenty of women out there he could fuck up. He even met a new neighbor earlier, Tina, that had a white trash hotness that made him want to ruin her. She had gotten a job at the local diner, and something about that diner uniform dress made him want to fuck the hell out of her. It was a bit weird, but Castle was pretty comfortable with his weird urges. Her teenage daughter and son might provide a way to get to her, he'd have to think about it.
As he laid down to sleep alone in his bed for the first time in over a year, he thought about how funny life is. When he'd fucked and pissed in Tracy earlier, he had no idea that would be their last session, but now he was alone in bed. He missed his little tomboy-turned-playmate and was a bit sad, but then he remembered he had 4 million dollars to console him, and he drifted to sleep with a contented smile on his face.
