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The First Body Modifications



”Wake up, Donna!”




Donna woke up shivering from the cold. She rocked back and forth a bit in her bondage before she was totally back into the real world. The pain in her vagina was still there, still intense. The muscles of her arm ached having been strung up to the ceiling for hours. Her back hurt from being bend over, and her legs were cramped from being folded for so long. As she moved, Donna heard the chain around her neck rattle softly.




“It’s chilly in here, don’t you think?” Ninon asked. She stood fully clothed beside the naked Donna in a dark blue business suit that featured long warm pants. Donna moaned in quiet misery; she couldn’t do anything else. Ninon took the remote and lowered Donna’s arms. Next, she removed the leather straps from Donna’s wrists. Donna gratefully slumped forward on the bed, trying to stretch stiff and sore muscles, rolling into the warm thick blankets. Ninon stepped away to return the bondage straps back to the drawer.




Ninon turned back : “Now don’t get all used to that, Donna, you have to shower, and get ready for the dentist.” Donna had been making her way into bed. Ninon walked up to the bed and clapped her hands – a parent getting a balky child up and out. “Up, up, up.”




Donna felt like a little girl who didn’t want to go to school. It felt so good. She tried to make her exit from the warm bed as slow as she could. The warm pillows and blankets were so inviting! But Donna knew better than to refuse. With a sigh she hopped out of bed.




“Stand up straight.” Ninon ordered. Donna stretched herself into position. As she did, the chain still around her neck clattered off the bed. Ninon touched her face, inspecting the bruises left by last night’s punishment. “It doesn’t look too bad,” Ninon looked Donna over quickly, “but we’ll see better after you’re cleaned up.” Ninon loosened the chain and tugged. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”




Donna remembered last night’s “lessons” and walked behind Ninon, her head humbly down. On the way to the bathroom, Ninon made her kneel and stand several times. Testing if Donna still “remembered her lessons” as Ninon put it. Ninon attached the chain to the drain below the sink. “Shower and take an enema, brush your teeth. Be ready when I return.” Ninon told the shivering Donna.




“Yes, Mrs. Bondain,” Donna replied and Ninon left her alone. Donna quickly turned on the hot water to get rid of the cold. The room had grown terribly cold and uncomfortable through the night and the cold had crept into her bones. As the shower warmed up, Donna switched into her plastic high heeled slippers and collected the enema kit from under the sink. For a short moment she looked at the humiliating chain that Ninon had secured there. Untying it would cause so much trouble she knew, but not doing so was so…




“It’s so humiliating! Would any other woman allow herself to be trapped so easily?” Donna got the kit ready. “I’ve been turned into a will-less person. Whipped inside my vagina, of all places. Left in the cold, tied, and now chained in my own bathroom.” Donna tested the shower water; it was almost ready. “Like a slave! And now even being told to get myself ready for the next ordeal. And I’m actually doing it!” She shook her head. “If I fight now, I’ll be in for a hell of a beating, let alone what they will do to my family. And if I don’t, I will surrender any self esteem that I might have left.”




Donna looked at herself in the mirror as steam filled the room, warming her and fogging the mirror. “What would another woman do in my place? How many females have they subjected to their treatment already? They seem to know what I’m going to do even before I do. If I reluctantly go along, they’ll just raise the bar; if I don’t, they have some terrible consequence ready for me.” Donna felt her sore nether lips. Even walking hurt. And her vagina was leaking juices in reaction to the pain. “This is just not normal …”




Donna had the kit ready and lubricated the nozzle with some soap before inserting it into her ass. She couldn’t look into the mirror anymore. She had become too ashamed of her own actions to be able to watch what she was doing herself. “There must be a way out of this,” she thought. “But how? How …?” Donna lifted the filled enema bag up in the air and bent down on the cold floor, ass in the air. The chain links clinked as they tapped the floor tiles. Donna closed her eyes. “Just do it,” she told herself and inserted the nozzle carefully into her sore asshole. Donna opened the tap to let the fluid run into her body. The warm liquid felt good. It warmed her up and she found herself enjoying that for as long as she could. After a few minutes, Donna stepped over to the toilet, and removed the tube. “Well, that’s over,” she told herself thought as she whipped her ass clean, flushed the toilet, returned the kit into the sink, and drained it in water to clean.




She pushed aside the shower curtain and reveled in the wall of steam it released.


She adjusted the water, and stepped into the shower. The chain around her neck pulled at her, reminding her of its existence. The hot shower finally warmed her up; she loved it. But her itch increased where the warm water flowed along her labia and ass-crack. The soothing gel that the doctor had given her was used up, she remembered. “I should see the doctor before heading to Robert’s parents,” she told herself. “Or maybe when I’m at the party at Ms. Brendan’s, the doctor will be there and she can get me some more gel.”




It was a strange experience to feel her vagina throb from both pain and being inflamed at the same time. It was the same weird feeling as an itching healing wound. She gently scratched herself by inserting a soapy finger in her ass and a wet one in her pussy. The nails did their work but she knew it would be only temporary. If she continued, she would make the irritation worse and perhaps even do herself an injury.




“I’ll just have to endure the itch for as long as I possibly can. Maybe it will ease off a bit as the day goes on.” But she feared it wouldn’t and Donna didn’t want to think of the torture it would bring. “I’ll have to block it out of my mind. If I pay attention to it, focus on it, it’ll only get worse.” Donna had to be very careful as her labia were extremely sensitive; every small touch caused her to stiffen from the pain. Out of curiosity she sat down to inspect her vagina. She wanted to know what damage had been done. Outwardly, apart from some swelling, everything appeared to be normal. She tried to stretch her lips outward to have a peek, but it was not doable. The pain was too great, and so she left things as they were. Regardless, it was clear to her she had been beaten raw there. Donna did shave herself, but very gingerly, stretching the painful skin as little as possible. It took much longer than usual, and Donna experienced it as akin to a long torture session. She told herself that she must do whatever it took to avoid a whipping like that in the future. Not only was the whipping awful, but she began to understand that the aftermath of being whipped so savagely was maybe even worse. Walking hurt, shaving hurt, and she didn’t want to think of using a dildo. Masturbating with her fingers alone was agonizing.




After the shower, Donna picked up a fresh towel and dried herself thoroughly. She felt her skin where she had been whipped. It was still sore, even the skin on her face. She wiped the fog from the mirror to look at herself. She saw some light marks on her body where she had been whipped, but not too much. Only her arms bore clear red stripes. “At least it doesn’t show too much,” she sighed with relief.




Donna cleaned the enema kit, dried it, and stashed it back under the sink. “Until tomorrow,“ she told herself with some remorse. Looking at the kit made her aware again of her itch and she quickly forced herself to think of something else. She hung her towel and was ready. She looked at the door and listened to see if she could hear Ninon in her bedroom, but there was nothing. Donna didn’t know what to do so she just waited. It was maybe the most humiliating thing that she had done up to now. She was actually waiting, chained to a sink. Fully aware that she could simply untie herself but she didn’t. Instead, she simply stood there in her own bathroom, waiting for Ninon to tell her what to do next. She didn’t even dare sit down.


“What would other woman do? Go to the police? Run away with the whole family?” she asked herself. “Doing something right now is not an option. But I don’t think I can even plan my escape anymore. The new schedule is too intense. Or should I do something this weekend when the family is together and away from Ms. Brendan? If we are out of town, are we out of her reach?” The latter thought made Donna wake up to her situation. “The situation is as bad as it gets. I need to take drastic actions. When we’re flying to Robert’s parents, I’ll explain everything to them. We can just hide for a while and call the police.”




The solution was so simple Donna wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before but as she was thinking up ways to disappear a new thought dawned. “They’ll expect it. Ms Brendan will anticipate that I’m going to try to escape with the whole family.” Donna looked at the door again. “I must be careful, very careful. Maybe even planning the escape just on my own, and without explaining it first to my family, forcing them into a cab, and drive away suddenly, switching cars, making sure no one follows us…”




“You’re ready?” Ninon had opened the door and looked at Donna. “Perfect,” she complimented when she saw her standing, waiting for her. Donna noticed herself smile automatically at the compliment. “Get a grip on yourself,” she reprimanded herself. “It wasn’t anything difficult to do and you embarrassed yourself because you did just what you were told to do.”




Ninon walked in and took Donna’s face by her chin with one hand. She moved her face sideways, inspecting the bruises. Next she looked at her shoulders, breasts for bruises, touching them roughly, and checking Donna’s face for her response.




“Turn” she instructed, and Donna turned, showing her back. She felt Ninon’s hand running across the marks on her back.




“Ouch” Donna said when Ninon pushed too hard on one of them.




“Shhh” Ninon warned.




“Turn back to me,” Ninon ordered when she was finished with Donna’s back. Like a little wind-up doll, Donna turned, facing her tormentor again. Ninon grabbed her arms and inspected them.




“Ok, so here you have the most visible marks.” she said “Not that bad - luckily. We’ll put some ointment on the marks and by the afternoon most of them will be gone.” Ninon unhooked the chain from the sink, and walked out of the room, Donna padding silently behind.




“No make up today as you are also having your skin done,” Ninon explained, as she steered Donna to the dressing table. With a tug on the chain, she forced Donna to sit down in front of the mirror. Ninon sat on the bed.




“Apply the soothing oil,” Ninon instructed.


Donna saw the bottle standing on the table, and did as she had been told. She avoided looking at the mirror as much as possible but for her back, and for the total picture she had to. She saw herself sitting, with a chain around her neck which trailed off the mirror to her trainer. Totally naked apart from the plastic high-heeled pumps, whip marks on her body, Donna hated the image. Rubbing the soothing ointment into her skin made her think of the gel that was finished. She forced herself with difficulty to block it out of her mind again.




“Now you’re finished; you’ll dress,” Ninon said when Donna had applied the ointment to all marks as best as she could. “Just wear something according to the rules”




Ninon held the chain in her hand, inviting Donna to go to the closet and pick


something out. Donna knew this was another trick. She hadn’t read all the rules yet, and even if she had, this was an odd situation. It wasn’t work, it wasn’t a party, it wasn’t going out, it wasn’t being at home. She didn’t know what to wear. She walked up to the closet and thought hard “Okay, I have to go to the dentist and then to a clinic so I don’t go overboard with the fetish wear, but I can go sexy. And short. I’ll be inside most of the time. No underwear, that’s easy … maybe a short skirt… “




Donna fumbled through her closet as she tried to guess what would be best. “What will satisfy Ninon? And Ms. Brendan?” Donna shuddered at the thought. Luckily most of her clothes were gone now so only “approved” clothing was left. She decided on a blouse with a deep v-cut that showed a lots of breast. And a skirt that could only be called “tiny.”. She would have to endure the cold nearly naked but she was pretty sure the outfit would please her tormentors. As for shoes, she noticed the chain was too short and she couldn’t reach to them.




She looked back at Ninon, who just smiled back at her. Donna sighed:“Ms Bondain, please, can you allow me a bit more chain so I can grab my shoes?”




“You don’t ask standing, now do you?” Ninon corrected. Donna fell to her knees, and repeated the question, frustrated, suppressing her will to rebel.




“Okay,” Ninon replied, and inched a bit towards Donna but remained on the bed. Donna tried to reach for the shoes but could only reach if she pulled hard against the chain, forcing her to choke herself a bit. “Just like a damn dog,” Donna cursed to herself as she managed to reach the shoes she needed. “She has me pulling at the chain just like a damn dog!” Angry as she was, Donna had her wits about her enough to thank Ninon once she had grabbed the shoes.




“Pose,” Ninon commanded after Donna slipped into her shoes. Donna posed in the way she was taught yesterday, even turning around to give Ninon a full view of her outfit. She ended with a submissive look on her face. Donna hoped the outfit and her little performance would get Ninon’s approval.




“Good” was Ninon’s only remark. She got up and pulled Donna behind her, out of the room. Donna wondered if she had worried too much about what to wear. Had she overdone it with the short skirt? Maybe she could have gone with the business suit? “I’m totally lost. My biggest fear is coming true; they have me torturing myself!”




Meanwhile Ninon led Donna downstairs to the kitchen, where she tied Donna’s chain to the sink again. “Make some breakfast for us,” Ninon instructed and left the room.




Donna heard Ninon in another room making phone calls while she boiled some eggs and set the table. When Ninon returned, she was standing beside the sink and the table was ready.




“Good,” Ninon said, “from now on, you eat standing up as per your new rules.”




With that, Ninon sat down and started to eat while reading the newspaper. Donna at first hesitated a bit. The new unknown rule worried her. “Am I now forced to eat breakfast standing up while everyone else sits down? How will Robert react? He likes it when the whole family sits down to eat together. How do I explain it to him?” Donna moved towards the table, her vagina aching with every move. “I must read as much of the rules as possible. I must look for ways to get around them, find loopholes… Or else Robert will find out, and… But what am I saying? This weekend I’ll end this charade, we’ll run off, and I’ll tell him everything. No more rules from thereon.”




Donna took a slice of bread and some marmalade. As she took little bites, she glanced at Ninon reading the paper “Unless they have found some way to stop me. But how? Once I’m out of town they can’t control me, can they?” Donna’s mind whirled in uncertainty, wondering what Ms. Brendan and Ninon were up to up to.




Ninon finished eating. “Time to go,” she said as she looked at her cell for the time. “Or else we’ll be late. Traffic can be killing at this hour.”




“Clean up quickly,” Ninon stood and walked out of the kitchen to the closet. Donna quickly cleaned up the table and put the dirty dishes in the sink. Just as she finished, Ninon came back into the kitchen and unhooked the chain from the sink, leading Donna to the closet on her “leash.” When Donna had her coat on, Ninon finally removed the chain and hung it in the closet. “For future use,” she said with a smile. Donna meekly smiled back, happy the humiliating chain was off. But her ordeal was far from over.


They went outside into the cold and Donna shivered as her bare legs came into contact with the cold wind. Ninon led her slowly to her car, parked in the driveway. It gave the cold enough time to take hold of Donna’s body and she was shivering badly by the time they reached the car. In the meantime, Donna noticed a few neighbors watching her walking - either from their front windows or the car they were driving. She could see them wondering about her appearance. Donna knew that she looked like a slut. Her legs bare in high heels, a short fur coat, only the make up was missing. No one greeted her and everyone turned their eyes as she looked at them. But she could feel their gaze as she looked down in embarrassment. This would be the talk of the town this coming weekend, she knew for sure; “Did you see Donna Alldring in that whorish fur coat, the high heels.”, “Her husband is away for work and she immediately abuses the situation. She’s such a slut.”, “I never would have guessed she would cheat on poor Robert like that.”, “Well even so, I’m ready to shag her good if she needs it!”


Happily she got into the car, away from any more judging looks. It had begun, she was becoming an outcast in the neighborhood.




“Buckle up,” Ninon said as she reversed down the driveway to the street. When she had the car moving on the road, she started to speak again. “We’ll go to the dentist’s, who will whiten your teeth and add a small diamond. Then, your skin will get its first treatment. Over time, you will have more of these treatments but the first ones are always the heaviest. So be prepared, it will be painful.”




Donna nodded when Ninon briefly looked at her for a response: “Yes, Mrs. Bondain.”




“And by now you have a feel of how tough the new schedule and rules will be. It will need your full attention at all times. No more wondering about other silly things for now, just focus on following the rules, following your therapy.” Donna looked at Ninon, trying to hide her shock. “Is she reading my mind or something?”




“Yes,” Ninon smiled as she saw the surprised look. “I know you have been thinking about how to get out of this situation. That’s only normal. It would be crazy if you didn’t. Why do you think I let you wait, chained, so many times, only to hurry now? You needed some time to think and go over your situation, to think of ways to get out. Knowing how bad the situation has gotten for you.” Donna looked at Ninon who looked at the road. She knew she was about to hear how they expect to control her. “We just want you to know that we know you’ll try to escape this weekend. What you’ll do is always something we bet on. Go to the police, run away with the family, come back or fight us. It always involves telling all to the husband, the family. It’s funny how behavior can be predicted so easily.”




A silence fell as Donna absorbed what was just said to her. It was just as she thought, they knew she was going to try something, they were even betting on it. She thought of her plan to escape, … well, her rough idea. She had not even thought it through yet. Donna was afraid that her “plan” would now get her in trouble, even before it was carried out.




“So,” Ninon broke the silence after the car maneuvered through some traffic. “Can you give me a hint what you’re up to? I figure it’s running away, since you’ve already tried the attack once.” Donna knew Ninon was playing with her. She felt stupid.




“Cat got your tongue?” Ninon said smiling.




Donna stayed silent, her mind racing through her options. “They know I’ll try something, they’re even betting on it. They know what I’m up to even before I do. And I don’t even have a clear plan yet. If I tell her, I’ll have to change plans; if I don’t tell, she probably will whip me or she won’t let me go...”




“Show me your tongue,” Ninon instructed.




Donna meekly obliged and stuck out her tongue, wondering why.




“So the cat does not have your tongue.” Ninon faked relief “Okay, then tell me what you’re up to, little scheming bitch, so your trainer can win the bet.”




“I…” Donna closed her eyes “I was planning on running away.” She couldn’t come up with anything else, so she just blurted out her real plan, much to her own annoyance.




“Where to?”




“I haven’t thought of that yet. Just away from this, and with the whole family.”




“Husband, children, grandparents, brothers, sisters?” Ninon replied. “That would be quite a large group. You would have to make some arrangements and during the holidays all the flights are full, or almost full.”




Donna looked at Ninon, who just drove on. “I’d have to take the other family members too,” Donna began to explain. “The grandparents, his brother, his sisters, I don’t have any brothers or sisters, but I do have a lot of cousins, uncles and aunts…” It was something she hadn’t thought about and how hard it would be was catching up with her. And Ninon brought it up to make me understand they’ll hurt any of my family members that they want to use.




“Well?” Ninon pressed on


“I…I haven’t thought of that…the other members I mean..” Donna stammered.




“You don’t think of a lot of things, like the rules for instance. How should you refer to me?” Ninon demanded.




Donna panicked. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Bondain. I just spoke my mind, and forgot…”


“And where is Lenny?”




“Oh shit!” Donna looked around; she hadn’t taken him from the room! She didn’t even thought about bringing a bag, let alone carry that damn phallus.




“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Bondain. Please forgive me, please!” Donna said in fear as she looked at Ninon, tears in her eyes. She was so afraid of what was going to happen to her; she was actually crying!




“So, you thought of running away.” Ninon went back to the subject at hand, ignoring her pleas. “That’s what most of us picked. You’re so predictable! Now what do you think will be the consequences of that action, hmm?” Ninon asked. “Once we ‘convinced’ you to see it our way again, after we find you? I mean, you will be tracked down again, even if you manage to get away that is. Most likely you won’t even make it to the door.”




“I, I…” Donna stuttered.




“Well?” Ninon pushed on.




“I.. I didn’t think about that either, Mrs. Bondain,” Donna replied honestly. Ninon shook her head.




“Well think about it now,” she said and with that a silence fell, with Donna vainly trying to conjure up an answer.




“How terrible, I don’t want to think of the consequences! They’ve been ruthless with me every time I disobeyed. They raped me, whipped me, pierced me against my will, made me lie to my family. I had to act like a total slut with complete strangers, have done the most vile things… No I don’t want to think what other sick things they can do!”




“It can’t take so long,” Ninon said. “Come on, what were the consequences of your first attempt to fight Ms. Brendan?”




“I…, Vivian died.” Donna admitted somberly. Had Vivian died only a few days ago? It seemed so long ago now.




“That’s your opinion. But apart from that, what else happened?”




“I .. I am now under a strict regime, I’m whipped, I’m mistreated, my cloths are gone, I’m told to become a whore, a pole dancer, I’m going to get plastic surgery…”




“Okay, you do understand the picture,” Ninon cut Donna off. “Now let’s see what we’ll do when we have you in our paws again, and you’re family knows what’s going on. Can you imagine what we’ll do?”




Donna stayed silent, she refused to think of the cruel things they would do to her. She did her best to not think of them.




“Can’t imagine anything?” Ninon pressed once again.




“No, Mrs. Bondain, I can’t. You’ve already done anything you could to me.” Donna


Answered.




“We haven’t, Donna, we haven’t” Ninon said. “We can always make it worse for you if you wish so. But I know you’re lying and I know that you can think of things we can do to you that would hurt more that mere physical punishment. You just don’t want to. Try again, I order you to think of something.” Ninon demanded. “Speak your mind.”




Donna sighed and thought up something quickly.




“You might kill Robert, Mrs. Bondain.” She said.




“Donna!!” Ninon yelled angrily, startling Donna. “Quit playing with me. Give me a serious answer!!”




“My daughters, you will go after my daughters!” Donna blurred out. She held her head in despair with both hands in her lap, and started to cry.




“Now that’s a much better consequence,” Ninon said approvingly “And what do you think we will do with your daughters?”




“The same you did to me,“ Donna sobbed.




“Forgetting the rules again, aren’t we?” Ninon said.




“Sorry, Mrs. Bondain. … Sorry, Mrs. Bondain…” Donna stammered, out of control, crying, rocking in her seat. She was beyond caring for herself now. All she could think of was her daughters and in how much danger they were thanks to her. She cared about them, not anymore about her stupid self.




“Be more specific, what do you think we will do to them?” Ninon ordered.


Donna cried as she started to think. Disturbing images, disgusting, graphic images flooded her mind’s eye. She frustratingly tried to block them. Her girls bound, being used, the ways she had been used. Donna broke down and began to cry loudly. She hated to think of what they would do to her own children – even make her do things to her girls. Begging she wouldn’t have to.




“Tell me!!” Ninon shouted, as she grabbed Donna by her hair and roughly pulled her up.




“I see them being fucked by Mrs. Brendan and whipped by you!” Donna cried hysterically.




Ninon let go, and Donna slumped back in her chair to cry. “I see them being trained, just like me, with dildo’s, with whorish clothing….” Donna rambled frantically. “No, I don’t want that, Mrs. Bondain, please leave them out of it… Please…”




Ninon looked at her sternly: “It is up to you if that happens or not.” Ninon spoke coldly. “You run off, and that might just happen if we catch you. And we will catch you.”




“You just keep on imagining Ms. Brendan ass-fucking little Trixy, bent over a chair, with you watching. Or holding her down. She’ll hate you for it. She’ll be in a lot of pain, not to mention the fact that her future will be quite different from thereon.”




Donna cried, seeing vivid images of just that going through her mind. She found herself helplessly imagining Julie going through the same treatment. Her beautiful Julie. “Please, please, I won’t run off,…” she begged softly “Please leave my daughters out of it. Not them.”




“It’s up to you. You know now what the consequences might be if you run off. I think it is fair to say that Ms. Brendan will punish you by punishing your daughters. But you never know,” Ninon added, “she might even find something worse…”




“Please, Mrs. Bondain, I’ll be good, I won’t run off anymore. I’ll return, and I’ll behave, I’ll follow the rules, I’ll do anything you want me to… Anything. Please. Mrs. Bondain...” Donna whispered.




“So, can you see Julie and Trixy sucking a total stranger’s old wrinkled cock on a bed in some sleazy motel? Can you?”




“Yes, Mrs. Bondain, I can.” Donna replied, as the scene unraveled in her imagination like the porno films she had been watching.


“Convince me. Convince me that you can see it all. Tell me what you see.”




“They’re wearing whorish clothes,” Donna began brokenheartedly, “but are partially undressed. They are going to be fucked hard in the pussy, and most likely also in the ass. They’re bought for for the whole night by the sleazy pervert…” Donna cried




“Please mrs Bondain, no more, no more…” she begged as the picture became more gruesome.




“What color are Trixy’s stockings, Donna?” Ninon asked.




Donna cried in her hands as she thought of the color of Trixy’s stockings. “Blue, they’re blue,”she answered.




“And Julie’s?”




“Red, red fishnet stockings,” Donna answered. She sobbed as she saw the picture clearly now, with the red an blue stocking, her daughters licking at the shaft and the balls, skinny, trained, tanned just like her. She saw it, she saw it vividly. And she knew that was what Ninon wanted. To have her see the picture clearly. The picture that would haunt her every time she would think of quitting.




“Good. Now you really get the picture.” Ninon said.




She drove on in silence, and Donna sobbed as she was fighting to wipe the picture out of her mind, but every time the awful image of her daughters licking, fucking an old pervert, being sold as whores, returned.




They finally arrived at the dentist’s office. The building stood on a large area, surrounded with a metal waved fence. It was located in a business area, and on the other lots were huge silos, with trucks coming and going. It was a strange place for a dentist. The building itself also was out of place. It had a Victorian look, as if it was the last building standing of a village that had been turned into a business area.




“Get out, and walk up to the door, and knock. They will take over from there.” Ninon said as she left the engine running.




Donna quickly got out of the car. She was glad to be out in the cold again. Anything was better than to be forced to think in detail of ... “No more!” she told herself as she ran up the stairs to the entrance. “No more!.” She let the cold get a good hold of her so her mind was distracted and the images disappeared.




She knew now how stupid she had been, to ignore the depth of her problems or the cruelty of her attackers. She shook her head as she walked to the entrance, not believing how low she had fallen. How stupid she was.




She had to be much smarter, she understood now. Just running off without a plan was not an option. She knew that if they got caught, her daughters would end up as whores or worse. She knocked on the door as she looked back and saw Ninon leave.




“No, I will not put my family in danger, she decided. I will do as they say for now, and plan a much, much better escape. This coming weekend, they will probably watch my every move. I have to wait till they totally trust me. And until that time I’ll play along with their filthy game. I’ll have to… But I’ll outsmart them.”




The door opened, and Donna slipped inside, into the warmth of a large white corridor. She looked around, and saw it looked more like a small hospital, than a dentist’s office. Lots of doors as the corridor went straight thru the house to its rear. Black and white tiles on the floor, and halfway up the walls. Light green walls above that, and white door posts with white doors evenly spaced. There looked to be maybe ten rooms just on the main floor. Big curving stairs on either side of the entrance hall led up to the next floor. Donna suspected even more rooms were up there.




This isn’t a dentist office; it’s a hospital! Donna looked at the surroundings. A few chairs at the beginning of the hall with a handful of well used magazines were the only things she kind of expected in a dentist office. The nurse helping her was a young girl, and she took Donna’s coat and brought it into another room. After the nurse had gone, Donna cursed herself again. The young girl made her think of Trixy in blue fishnet stockings. The images made her sick, and she fought to get them out of her head. She needed to be distracted, and fast.




“Follow me, Mrs. Alldring.” Donna gladly did. Her heels clicked on the tiles loudly, the echoes resonating throughout the long corridor. She was ashamed of her short skirt, and low cut blouse. She was glad no one was sitting in the hall. After all, anyone looking at her would surely mistake her for a whore.




“But I’ll get my revenge!” she told herself. Thinking about getting even, or fighting them turned out to be the best way to get her mind straight again. Even though it seemed quite hopeless. They were always one step ahead, or better, many steps ahead.




She was led inside a room halfway the corridor.


“Sit please, Mrs. Alldring, the dentist will be right with you. I’ll prepare everything.” The nurse guided Donna to the chair in the center of the room. Donna sat down, and the girl quickly fastened her arms and legs with leather straps. Donna knew this was strange, yet didn’t object. It happened before she could really react, and the girl did it in such a way as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Donna actually even relaxed when the chair was positioned horizontally. It was warm, and chair was soft. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Only now she noticed how tired she still was. She must have slept only a few uncomfortable hours last night.




“Now don’t fall asleep.”




Startled, Donna opened her eyes and saw the gay man who had inspected her at Ms. Brendan’s standing next to her. He was wearing a white doctors coat and was going through the utensils.




“So, is the little slut ready to be changed forever?” he said with a smile as he put on plastic gloves.




Donna didn’t know what to say so she just smiled politely back. She knew he was into the scene, so he wouldn’t help her anyway if she objected. And one thought of her daughters hurt was enough to squander any resistance. And after all, she told herself, whitening teeth and cleaning skin isn’t that bad.




“Open the mouth,” the dentist ordered and packed cotton inside her mouth. Next he picked up a metal frame.




“And open again.” He placed the frame in her mouth. It forced her mouth to stay open. A few adjustments and the frame expanded, forcing her jaws achingly wide. “That way I can work better, without you biting me,” the man said only half joking. The gay dentist went through her mouth with a metal excavator, scratching her teeth at places, checking them out. When he was finished he picked up a needle, and bent over her again.




“We’ll anaesthetize you’re whole mouth as we’ll have to do work everywhere. All grey fillings need to go, for instance.” He explained “This might sting a little…” and with that, the large needle went into the back of her mouth. She stiffened when the needle painfully bit into her gums but the cage kept her from biting down, and the bonds kept her from using her hands. All she could do was make some incoherent mumbling because even her tongue couldn’t move, blocked by the needle stuck in her mouth.




“There, that’s done,” he said after a while. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”




As Donna waited, she felt not just her mouth getting numb, but also her mind. It kind of slowed down, her vision was blurring, her tongue felt swollen. She understood she had gotten a pretty potent drug. But she could still …




“Are you with me?” she heard from a distance, and she vaguely saw the head of the gay man moving above her.


“How many fingers?”




“She’s okay.”




Had she answered? Donna didn’t know. But how could she with that cage in her


mouth?




“Those breasts need a lot of work.”




What she heard was incoherent, and she had difficulty answering. She felt her jaw being opened a lot more stretching them even more. She saw movements, but it was all too fast to react to. The next hours passed by in a blur, as she felt her teeth being drilled at times, scrubbed, lights in her face.




“It’s happening….” became her only thought after a while, as she gave up trying to understand what was going on.




“EEEHW!!” Donna shouted as an acrid smell roused her. She tried to get up but her bonds held her back.




She looked around. “What…?” she thought.




“Welcome back to the living, sleepy head,” the gay doctor said.




She looked at him. He was sitting on a high chair, looking down on her. He had opened her blouse and was fondling her breasts, checking out their complexity. She noticed the nurse still in the room, smiling at her as she cleaned up.




“Mbbbl” Donna tried to say something but her tongue was like rubber in her mouth. The room seemed to be spinning. She laid back to recover. . A sharp pain at her left breast woke her up again, and she looked at the dentist. He had squeezed her nipple roughly.




“Stay focused please.” Donna nodded and tried to focus on his face. “We’re done with the first treatment.” The dentist spoke slowly so that Donna could follow. “We’ve replaced all of your fillings, and whitened all of your teeth. They have responded well.”




She frowned, unable to comprehend what he was saying. “Boy, did they ever drug me!! Everything is wobbling around.”




“Of course we added the diamond. It looks beautiful.” As he said so, he


pulled back her upper lip for a close inspection.




“Now you’re still pretty drugged…” He shook her face a little. It caused her vision to blur and disoriented her. “It was necessary because we had to do so much. For the next several days, you will use painkillers; if not, you will be in terrible pain. The dental nerves need some time to calm down.”




Donna tried again to feel anything, but her mouth was a rubbery mess.




“As a result, you’ll only eat soup and with a straw. Avoid using your teeth for this week.”




Donna nodded slowly.




“Ok, we’re going to take you to another room for your skin treatment. Nurse, bring Donna to Room 5, will you? And feed her a bit.”




She was indeed hungry. She felt her stomach ache as she was led through the corridor to another room. She couldn’t recall being released from the chair. When she was laid down on a hospital bed, she noticed for the first time that she had been walking with her breasts bare. As she laid down, the nurse undressed her. Donna felt helpless as everything just happened before she could react. Donna couldn’t talk, the frame still in her mouth, her mouth totally numb. All she could do was make some muffled noises.




“Relax, and take the straw.” The nurse said, and Donna was suddenly sucking up some soup. “There, good girl.” The young nurse said. Where was the frame? It was out of her mouth. She looked next to the bed, but it wasn’t there. She shook her head a little, every time she closed her eyes it seemed hours passed by. Donna felt her tying her up again, to the bed this time “So you won’t fall.” She explained.




Donna didn’t really care. She was busy fighting with the damn straw which flipped out of her mouth all the time it seemed.




“Can you hear me Donna?”




Now Ninon was standing over her.




“I brought you your friend” and she held up the big black dildo, and waved it in front of her. Donna followed it with her eyes, but was still too drugged to respond.




“I’ll leave it here, don’t forget it again.”




She vaguely heard Ninon talk with the nurse as she left. How long had she been with her? What time was it?




“We are moving you into the laser room, it’s time for your skin treatment.” Donna turned to see two nurses begin to move her bed into the hallway.




“She’s pretty out of it” was the last thing she heard, before she dozed off again.




“Wakey-wakey,” a smiling doctor said. Donna woke up, pretty clear this time, and she tried to get up.




“Hmmmm!” she screamed. Her body was in agony.




“Don’t try to move too much. We’ve pretty much lasered you everywhere. Your skin is very irritated.”




She looked down herself, naked, spread-eagled on a bed. Her skin gleamed from the oil they had applied to it.




“As you can see, your skin is quite reddish. Even despite your dark tan and the oil applied to it.” The gay doctor explained “Once we got going, we found a lot of small disruptions in your skin, which we removed to the best of our abilities. “




“Gggmh” Donna tried to ask something but her mouth would not obey.




“Talking will be difficult the next few hours, maybe even days. Normally by tomorrow, the sedative should have worn out but you have gotten two sedatives in one day, so you can never really tell.” The doctor explained: “Just don’t try to talk for now. You may find your thinking fuzzy and that you are easily distracted. Don’t worry about it, your brain is still foggy.”




He dragged a finger gently across her torso. It felt like a knife cutting her skin “Very sensitive still,” he said aloud to himself. “You’ll be on some heavy painkillers this weekend, unfortunately.” The doctor looked back at her. “So no alcohol at all, please.”




Donna didn’t mind that; she disliked alcohol ever since the Caribbean anyway. But she wanted to see herself and she wasn’t able to. That frustrated her. “They’ve done something to me, and everybody can see it but me!”




The doctor stroked his fingers through her hair, watching her frustration build. “Just sleep for now. All went well, and you’ll see the new you more than enough in the near future.” He looked her in the eye, with a gentle look. “And you’ll be picked up around 10 tonight. Ms Brendan has a party, remember?”




Donna laid back and tried to think things over. As she did, the drugs took over again, and she fell back into a deep dreamy sleep.




The doctor smiled at her as he looked at the sleeping naked woman in front of him. He was quite pleased with his work. Her teeth had gone well, and the diamond inserted in one of her teeth shined brightly when the light hit it. It was the exactly the effect that he had wanted. And her teeth were brightly white too. He had gone a bit overboard, so she would feel a lot of pain the coming days but well, beauty without pain. He closed her mouth gently.




As for the skin, he complimented himself on a job well done. Every blemish had been removed, all unsightly flaws gone. As his hand glided across the skin from Donna’s shoulder to her hip, he surveyed at the overall picture Donna now created. Even in a tight close-up, she would have a perfect complexion. Maybe she would need one or two additional treatments if a blemish returned but certainly not much more than that. He also had removed her pubic hair from the sides of her vagina, leaving only the hair above. For now.


The fact that Donna was under orders to shave had made it very painstaking job to permanently remove hair by laser. Normally clients would have been given instructions not to shave. The laser was more effective if hair stubble was easily visible and could be burned off. Now he had to almost dig into her skin to get at the hair to be removed, and that would be certain to make her recovery all the more painful in the coming days. Maybe that’s what Ms. Brendan wanted, he speculated, but it was also possible they forgotten to tell her. Then, the poor thing had just followed her old orders to shave, and so prepared herself for an unwanted torture.




Her ass crack had been much easier. He rolled her on the side, and opened her ass cheeks to check upon the result. Not much hair there and she had done a less thorough job in shaving. Most likely, she can’t see too well when she shaves there. Anyway, that was all over now. That ass would be hairless for quite a while, he saw.




Her legs were done too as well as her underarms. He rolled onto her back again. It felt quite smooth but he knew it was also due to the oil on her skin. But her long legs had no more hair and almost every blemish lasered away. They looked fabulous oiled as they were.




Ms Brendan wanted a “clean canvas” and here it was. This woman was ready to be painted upon. He stood up and admired the naked women one more time. She was indeed a beauty, though a bit old he thought. The doctor turned and left the room, leaving his new patient to sleep. She would need her sleep, he knew, she had still had a party to attend tonight. No doubt, Ms Brendan had something special in mind for her latest “girlfriend”.

The Party



“We're here,” Ninon said.



Donna looked out of the car at Ms. Brendan’s mansion. Lots of cars were parked on the sides of the street, and the garden in front was full of bright lights. Attendants were guiding the visitors into the building, valets parking cars, wait staff serving drinks to the few guest lingering outside in the cold. It looked like any other ordinary party.



“We go to the back.” Ninon said as she slowly drove past the house and took a turn at the next crossing. “You’re not a guest.” she smiled wickedly at Donna.



Donna couldn’t think straight with all the drugs that she recently had been given. Whenever her mind did clear, she felt pain all over her body. In her



mouth, her face, everywhere where her clothing touched her body, where her body touched the seat. She was glad when her mind would fog over again, and the pain lessened. Donna stared vacantly out of the car window from the back seat at the surroundings of the estate where she had been brought.



The car drove to the back of the mansion, though a gate that closed automatically as they passed and was soon out of sight behind a high fence. Donna had had no idea that there was a fence that big at the rear of Ms. Brendan’s property. Donna had only seen the large garden, but now she noticed a large wall that stretched all the way across the rear, blocking the view of the neighbors. It was obvious that Ms. Brendan wanted no prying eyes. They drove on to a small, secluded area with a few small brick buildings. The narrow road was made from the same square stones, and with the tall trees and the lanterns ablaze, it all seemed so picturesque. Servants were running between the buildings and over the hill to the mansion. The houses were obviously used as stock rooms.



“I’ll help you get out.” Ninon said as she unbuckled herself.



As she walked to Donna’s side of the car, Ninon stopped to chat with one woman and greeted



several others. Donna noticed that there were only women walking by. Some were waitresses, others were working help, cooks and the like, just as there would be at any fancy affair, busy fetching drinks, food, organizing, cleaning. And there were women, Donna saw, walking around dressed much more inappropriately. A women who looked to be about Donna's age passed by walking on plateau shoes, fishnet stockings, a very short skirt, busy buttoning some sort of corset, one that didn’t even attempt to cover her breasts.



As Donna followed the lady walking in the cold over the small hill up to the mansion Ninon knocked on the window. “Come, get out,” Ninon ordered. Donna slowly moved and opened her door. Ninon helped her get out of the car. The cold breeze reminded Donna that she was wearing only a short skirt and an open blouse. Her inflamed skin couldn’t bear contact so she had left her blouse unbottoned. Nor had she been capable of fixing her clothes properly in her drugged state. Feeling funny as she stood, Donna increasingly grew dizzy even as the cold roused her from her murky state. She stumbled a bit as Ninon placed her shoulders under Donna's arm and hoisted her to her feet.



“Let’s deliver you.”



They walked into one of the buildings, and then into a room where two young women sat, chatting with one another.



“Ah, there is... Cutty, right?” one of them said, as she got up.



The woman was wearing normal clothes, even a bit scruffy, and sneakers. When Donna saw the comfy footwear, she felt her feet ache in their high heels. It had been a long time since Donna's feet had felt sneakers - too long; Donna envied the girl.



“Come ... let me have a look.,” the girl said. “Sonia help me out here, she's got to undress completely, also the shoes.”



She took the slumbering Donna over from Ninon, and as she steadied Donna upright, the other woman, Sonia, started to pull off Donna's tiny skirt.



“Okay, I can see that Cutty's in good hands. Here’s her bag ... with all of the requested accessories. I will go home now, it’s been a long day.” Ninon



said as she placed one of Donna’s large handbags on a chair. It contained 'Lenny' Donna knew, but what else? And why?



Donna didn’t have time to think about it, as she was striped naked and led to a table with paint cans on it. On the ground nearby newspapers were spread to protect the floor. Expertly, they cuffed her hands, pulled them above her head and clipped them to a ring in the ceiling. A ball gag was forced in to her gapping mouth. All of this was intensely painful despite the fact that Donna was sedated. Her pain nerves were working overtime.



“There, that’s done,” the first woman said with a tone of triumph as Donna hung helplessly from the ceiling.



She proceeded to tie Donna’s hair straight backwards, painfully stretching the skin on her forehead. Donna moaned into her gag, but with her tongue anesthetized she made little noise. Donna buckled a bit but even her squirming was barely noticed. The women placed earplugs in her ears, deafening her totally. Sonia fetched a leather mask and gave it to the other woman, who pulled it over Donna’s head, blinding her. The straps at the back were fastened tight, and the leather painfully pulled on the much abused skin on her face. Donna squirmed once more in pain. She was happy that the anesthesia the doctor had given her was still working but knew this treatment would cause her a lot of pain in the coming days. The doctor had told her to be very careful with the new skin the first days.



Donna panicked as now she was blind, deaf, and numb, totally helpless.



“Test..test ... test. Can you hear us? If you can hear us please nod, Cutty.”



The earplugs were small headphones. Donna nodded, glad she could hear something again. Someone detached a strip of leather from her eyes and Donna could see. She looked straight into the eyes of the sneaker girl, who held up a microphone.



“Now you can see and hear us…” and everything went silent again. Donna saw the girl scream into the mike.



“Okay, it seems to be working.” The voice was back again. “Now you just keep still and follow our commands.”



Everything went silent again and they replaced the leather blindfold. They adjusted the mask again. Donna noticed that the mask left her face visible and covered only her hair and from below her jaw. They were coating her body with something warm, and sticky. The two women covered her entire body -- legs, arms breasts, ass, everything. Donna felt the gooey liquid quickly dry and stretch itself onto her skin. They kept on ‘painting’ her and Donna wondered what they were doing to her. The material began to irritate her supersensitive skin but she had no way to tell them, apart from some misunderstood wiggling. When they finished, Donna felt she had been coated all over with some rubbery substance, like a thick paint.



They left her for like an eternity hanging, unable to see or hear anything. As she dangled, the material clung to her skin ever tighter as it dried, increasing her pain.



"They have to know that I am not supposed to put anything on my skin for days. But now they coated me with some sort of paint," Donna wondered. "How could they, how could Ninon let them do this?"



Hanging from the ceiling, bound and drugged, Donna realized there was little that should could do now and just hoped for the best.



"They must know what they’re doing, or else Ms. Brendan wouldn’t have put me through an entire skin treatment, would she?" Donna tried to convince herself, without much success.



After what seemed like ages, she was released from the ceiling and nearly collpased to the floor. Sneaker girl guided her to a chair, where the two of them started to do her fingers. Donna could felt them applying paint to them. She wondered more and more what they were doing to her. How did she look? She could smell the paint, nail polish. They did her toe nails too and fitted high heels back on her feet. The shoes were locked onto her ankles. She was lifted and made to stand. She knew they were checking her out as she was several times turned around.



Without thinking, Donna posed for them. At least they were paying attention to her. It had been horrible to be left alone with nothing to see or hear. Just alone with her drug-fogged mind and the pain.



She felt them correct certain parts on her body, repainting here and there. They focused after a while on her vagina. Donna felt her juices leaking, and from their touches, the way that they pinched her, she understood that was a problem.



“Stand still” she heard through her earphones. It startled her and she stiffened. She had been so long without a sound. She felt something sharp splitting the coating between her legs.



“Look at that!” she heard Sonia say.



Donna felt her cumulated juices flow freely. With several towels, they wiped her wet thighs clean.



“She’s almost squirting all the time. We've got to stop the flow.”



“Turn off the mike.”



And everything fell silent again. Donna could feel them cut away a part of the coating, leaving her vagina and ass available. It was extremely painful when they pulled off pieces of the thick paint, or whatever it was they coated on her. Her sensitive skin burned, and she was happy she was still numb, so the pain didn’t register fully. But it didn’t go away neither. She felt the cold soothing air of the room breathing onto her lower lips and her asshole.



"It must be flaming red," Donna told herself as she stood still, "I feel it strangely tingling."



She felt them insert a tampon or something very much like one inside her vagina, probably to stop the flow. Again she was turned around several times and she knew they were discussing something again.



“Hold still again,” Donna heard through the earphones. She wished that her attendants would leave the earphones on. The silence was scary and the absence of sound left her with nothing but her pain to think about. Made her feel her skin, her aching discomfort, with much more intensity.



Donna stood still and felt a knife cut very carefully about her nipple. They gently pulled away bits of the thick material. A much larger area than between her legs was now exposed and it hurt all the more for that. She felt her nipples and part of the areola made bare and left burning. They stroked her nipples to make them harder and finish whatever it was they were doing to her. Now her asshole, vagina and nipples were exposed, and she wondered what would be next.



“This looks better, having just her vagina exposed won't do,” she heard Sneaker Girl snicker.



“Yes,” Sonia agreed, “ although I liked it better when she was fully covered. But she is leaking too much. Even the tampon will have to be replaced regularly so we can’t cover her up.”



“It’s okay. I’m sure Ms. Brendan and her guest will love the look. And this way, they can play a bit with her. Let’s finish up.”



They started to check her body again, and turned her around, gently guiding her to pose.



“Oh, the mike is still on!” and with that Donna plunged back into her silent private world. Donna sighed as she understood she would be exposed to strangers one more time. Naked, and with some weird coating on her body. But she was too drugged, too numb, to really care, she just took notice, and followed the girls commands. She worried more about the pain. Whatever was on her was painful when it was removed. How awful would it be once removed from the rest of her body? They fitted a collar around her neck, a thick one, forcing her head to lift up, and next she was pulled by a leash.



"Just as Ninon trained me yesterday," Donna thought, "it figures…"



She walked awkwardly to the direction in which the leash pulled her. She actually even expected them to make her kneel just like Ninon, but instead they just dragged her out into the cold, and up the hill towards the party.



She welcomed the warmth of the mansion but even in her drugged state Donna started to panic. They were going to exposed her to the guests -- naked, painted, totally helpless. And she couldn’t hear a thing except her own heartbeat! In silence, she was guided through the house, compounding her fears. Who was looking at her? What were they going to do to her? When the procession finally stopped, Donna was positioned. Her legs spread a bit, her arms raised up, wrists and ankles cuffed, stretched just the way it had been done when they painted her. She was completely immobile when they finished. Her legs were attached to the floor and she couldn’t move an inch. Her body was stretched so tightly that she couldn’t even bend an arm. All she could do was wiggle a bit. Suddenly, she was alone. Her female attendants had left her once they finished putting her on display.



Donna knew she was completely exposed. Anyone could see her breasts, nipples, her vagina, her ass, and she couldn’t do a thing about it. And where was she? Who was looking at her? Was she just tied in a closet? She had no idea. As she stood trying to guess what might come next, she could feel the drugs wearing off. Slowly yes, but it was happening even so, and in turn she felt pain, insidious aches and inflammations all over her body.



Everywhere where the paint was applied to her skin, where the cuffs touched her body, where the leather of her mask was tightly pressed on her skin, it hurt.



"Oh no," Donna panicked, "the pain will be unbearable. How could they do this to me? How am I going to get this horrible paint off me without hurting myself even more, without turning myself into some sort of freak show? Was that the plan of Ms. Brendan's plan all along, to turn me into something outrageous, to destroy me? But why? Why would she do that?"



Donna writhed and bucked against the straps that held her tight, and moaned as loud as she could, trying to get someone’s attention, to get help.



After a while, Donna calmed down and surrendered to her plight. It was no use; every move was painful. It was best to just stand still, when the numbness the drugs caused wasn't there to protect her. More and more, she began to understand what Hell was awaiting her in the future as her anesthesia wore off. On the other hand, her head had begun to clear so that she could sense more of her surroundings. She could sense people walking around, and she felt music, a soft booming vibration. She wasn’t in a closet, she was in an open space, filled with people. And these people were probably watching her.



Suddenly she felt fingers, nails touching her free nipples. It hurt but she was glad someone at least had noticed her. She moaned as loud as she could, and shook her head. The fingers just kept softly playing with her nipples, and then also with her leaking vagina. They touched her bruised nether lips, and soon a finger entered her asshole too.



"Stop this please!" she thought. "Just let me out, help me!" But no one could hear her thoughts, and they neglected her mewling into her gag.



Then a soft wet tongue touched her vagina. The softness, gentleness, of the touch was amazing, and her vagina reacted almost immediately, producing a veritable flood of female juices.



"This feels good... so good..." Donna thought surprised as she finally felt something other than pain at every touch.



The tongue gently, softly, explored her outer lips, and gently moved inside. She just felt the tongue, no teeth, no lips. Donna loved the feeling, the caresses. She was in desperate need of some kindness amid all the abuse and pain. And focusing on the tongue made the pain in the rest of her body bearable, forgettable. She almost automatically gave the tongue full access by spreading her thighs as far as her bondage allowed, jutting hips forward and her vagina out. She wanted to show whoever it was that she liked it, that she was grateful.



"This is obscene," Donna admitted as she did so, ashamed at her own actions.



"But I can’t help it. It’s so good to have someone licking me so gently. And anyway, I’m already obscenely exposed for all to see," she rationalized to herself. "It's nothing more than what those people expect from me right now anyway. I might as well enjoy the moment and let myself enjoy how good it feels."



And so she did. Having overcome her shame a bit she just let the good feeling, her arousal raced ahead. The tongue gently played with her lips and she gently bucked with her hips in synchronization, guiding the tongue to the places where she wanted it to be. And the tongue happily obliged and continued to explore her vagina. The soft touches were wonderful, exhilarating, a true relief.



Suddenly, she heard soft sounds again, coming from her earphones. As the sound got louder, she recognized that she was listening to her own recording of her fuck sessions with Robert.



"No," Donna squirmed, still enjoying the tongue but brought crashing back to reality. "This is cruel!"



Her mind was now thinking of Robert, of her family, and she knew that was Ms. Brendan's purpose. She thought of the weekend, remembered so many fucks. She thought of how she had betrayed her family and her shame returned full force. She fought hard with herself to stop her submission to the terrible kinky pleasure that she was feeling. It was too much, so wrong to succumb to this obscene sex game, watched by many men and women, all the while listening to Donna's falsely enthusiastic fuck sounds.



"They want me to think of Robert fucking me as they lick me." As bad as that was, at the same time Donna knew it was working. When she fought the tongue, tried to move her body away, her movements only caused her more hurt while allowing the tongue to have its way with her, even though obscene, was nice, wonderful.



Helpless to resist and exhausted, Donna surrendered to the psychological torture, and just imagined it was Robert licking her. She imagined his hands on her body, molding her breasts, her hips, her ass, her thighs. Just like they wanted her to do.



"I can’t help it,” she hopelessly sobbed. "That tongue is too nice; it feels too good. I just need some relief from the pain. I can’t force myself to fight it anymore...” She cried a few tears as she lost what little remained of her self esteem. They had won.



"They're all watching me, laughing at me, enjoying my humiliation," Donna cringed. "But it's impossible to fight, my body is reacting to their touches no matter what I do. I'm trained that way now. I can't help myself. It is either pain or sexual relief,"



"That’s how they force me to comply. And even my body is by now betraying me." Then she tried to convince herself once again "It is just natural, anybody would give in."



The tongue meanwhile continued to lick her juices away outside her vagina. Then it worked its way back in, softly touching her battered inside, as if to heal it with its touch. Donna rolled her hips more in response, again loving every moment of it, while she fought off feelings of remorse, shame, and degradation. She found that once she surrendered it became easy to freely imagine it was Robert, and to freely enjoy the tongue. The noise of her own fuck sessions now only made it easier for her, and she embraced lurid fantasies where Robert was licking her, made her orgasm again and again, moaning in sync with her own screams coming from the speakers in her ears.



The tongue finally, and ever gently licked its way up to her clit. Gently the tongue withdrew, and as a cool breeze brushed over her opened vagina, its tip touched her clit softly. It tipped it a few times, making her shiver of joy every time.



How wonderful! Donna loved the feeling of the cool breeze and the gentle tip of the warm tongue. She hungered for release. Donna wanted to keep this good feeling; she wanted, needed the impending orgasm. Totally distracted from her pain, away from the cruel world that trapped her



"... Yes, Yes, Yes!!," Donna screamed in her mind. New images of her husband taking her brutally, hovering above her, his eyes full of lust for her. She loved him so much. She could see his hard cock ramming into her pussy, both of them crazed with lust as they used to be in the beginning. How good this felt, how hot she was.



But then the tongue stopped. Donna waited a few moments, expecting the tongue to reappear, but it soon dawned on her it was over.



"Noooo ...!” she bucked a few times, arched her hips forward, searching for the tongue, but she found nothing.



She was left hanging in her highly aroused state, juices leaking, almost spurting from her vagina. The now cold breeze flowed across her wet lips, her opened vagina, making it all the more clear how badly she needed release.



"No!," Donna screamed into her gag and bucked in her bondage "No, no no!!!"



But the tongue still didn’t return and she was left hanging with the sounds of her own fucking ringing in her ears. Breathing heavily, frantically she started to imagine more explicit sex scenes: Robert fucking her, fucking her from behind, straddling him, sucking him off, him licking her pussy. She dredged up memories of their weekend fuck matches, imagined his long hard dick, licking it, putting it in her cunt, fucking it. All to just get off, to avoid the pain she felt coming. And when that failed, she imagined faceless, muscular men, white men, black men, groups of men taking her. She thought of the porn pictures, the nastiest of the movies she had seen over the past months, desperate to find anything that would get her off but it was to no avail. She felt her arousal stall and begin to fade, then rapidly subside as the pain took over again until finally, broken, she hung her head in defeat.



Her heart pounded wildly, she was covered in sweat, and tortured by the knowledge that her audience had seen her in her most intimate state. And with the pain's return, so did her shame. And with the shame, her anger at herself blossomed. She had allowed herself to be played once again. She just knew they were laughing at her, so self-satisfied and arrogant, enjoying Donna's terrible predicament.



"Damn you all!" She cursed them silently, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. "Damn you all!!"



The pain was back with more force than ever before. Her sexual arousal and then her anger had washed away the last remnants of the drugs in her system, and now she felt her body beginning to tremble with growing agony. Her skin burned everywhere, save for the small spaces where none of the paint touched her body. At that same time, she was exhausted from her endless day of abuse, made worse by having hung on display for such a long time. For what seemed an eternity, Donna dangled there, in pain, surrounded by the sounds of her endless fucking. Almost without realizing, Donna drowsed off into something like sleep.



Without warning Donna's head was lifted roughly and her blindfold was removed. Donna blinked in the sudden light coming in her eyes, and groaned in surprise. She desperately hoped that whoever it was would now untie her, or at least her arms. When she could see clearly, Donna saw Ms. Brendan in front of her, joined by another woman. They were discussing Donna, inspecting her. Donna made eye contact with Ms. Brendan, who smiled back as she and other woman chatted on about her. Donna knew that something was coming, that she was not about to be be untied just yet. Ms Brendan was dressed in a black evening dress with shawl, black medium heeled shoes, her hair loose, freshly cut. Her face was made up with red lipstick as its only accent. She wore bits of jewelry that showed off her wealth. But even how simply cut her designer clothing was, her character, her dominance, showed through.



The woman with Ms. Brendan had a different presence. A black and white evening dress, dark blond hair, face neatly made up, beautiful shoes. But she had a friendly smile and eyes, as she observed Donna. Both of them were of a similar age, Donna guessed.



She had expected to see her torturers in extravagant fetish clothing, all whips and leather. Yet the two women standing in front of her looked as if they were attending one more perfectly lovely and entirely ordinary party, just as how everything had looked from the outside when Donna first drove by the house. Only when she looked passed them it become clear that there was quite a different party going on.



Donna saw she was standing on a landing, half way up the wide stairs that leaded to the living room that she knew so well. The furniture had been moved, and the whole living room was now filled with large red comfortable sofas, pillowed chairs, all in the form more or less of female lips. Between those small white podia where everywhere.



Everywhere you looked lipstick, brushes, where decorating the room. All red of course. Some models very large, some small. The decorator had really gone overboard, they were everywhere you looked. The white painted walls were decorated stylish with pictures and paintings with the same theme, red lips. Either just the face of a woman with big red lips, or just red lips alone. Also several very large statues of lip sticks were against the walls. The room was brightly lit, making it easy for everyone to see everything that was going on. Not the obscure dark dungeon she had expected.



Everywhere people were sitting, standing, moving around just like in a normal cocktail party. Only now various women, girls, walked through them who were naked, or partly naked. And if dressed, it was obscene. Apart from that everyone chatted with each other, mingled, just as you would see in any ordinary party.



Donna’s eyes locked on a women, naked on a small stage below Donna and to her right, who was fucking herself with a long, pink, slickly-wet dildo. She was on her back, with her hips and ass high in the air, legs splayed, her high heels firmly planted on the floor, showing exactly what she was doing to a group of women sitting together below. The woman was really putting on a show, moving wildly, shaking her head in ecstasy. She was thrusting her hips wildly on the dildo as she pumped the dildo roughly into her cunt. All the while smiling, and at times even conversing with her audience. The women looked like an aged pornstar. Her skin was tanned just like Donna, but she had also various tattoos on her body -- on her right calf, on her upper arm a band, and on her clearly fake left breast. Donna couldn’t see clearly, but something was also glittering at her nipples and belly button. The woman's fake platinum blond hair was tied straight backwards into a ponytail. Her face was made up with red rouge, or she was just flushing from her actions. Donna couldn’t tell. Even though her face was made up heavily, Donna could see that the woman was older than she was, probably in her late forties, early fifties. Her body was shining in the spotlight, probably oiled, but it was also sweaty. The woman had been going at it for quite a while, Donna guessed. What made it all the more obscene was the fact that the onlookers for whom she was performing paid her little, if any, attention. They were busy talking among themselves, glancing from time to time at the women giving her best, sometimes even commenting to her on her performance. Donna had no doubt that many of their remarks were cruel, given their arrogant laughter; yet the woman kept her smile and did her best to give a good show.



On the side of the room, where the glass doors led to the garden terrace, was a bar. In it, two women were attending to the needs of the women lounging by the bar. As they were close by, Donna could see their attire very well. The two were dressed in stereotypical erotic black and white waitress dresses, with black stockings, the white apron, the white vest, their breasts pushed up in a corset, their fake platinum blond hair up, and their faces made up with long fake eye lashes. The outlines heavily painted with black, and dark red lipstick abundantly applied to their lips. They were all smiles as they served drinks, and occasionally allowed the guests to touch them, usually bending over so they could pinch their tight trapped breast, or paint on them with the lipsticks in various red colors laying on the bar.



As Donna moved her eyes to yet another corner, she saw a larger stage opposite of her on the other side of the room where two women were pole dancing. The stage was also decorated with big fake lipstick tubes, even the poles were thin golden tubes, as were the spotlights. She recognized Rebecca, or should she say “Red Pussycat”. It made sense she was here as one of the performers.



"She has experienced what I’m experiencing now," Donna thought. "She, her family, have been taken over by Ms. Brendan, or one of her friends."



At that thought, she looked more closely at the crowed, trying to make sense of the different roles. Ms.Bredan's guests were all dressed as if attending a cocktail party while the unfortunate women who were there as her sexual subjects were acting out roles that ranged from the tawdry to the pornographic. It reminded Donna of the new rules of the strict regime that she now lived under.



Next to the dancing stage, two women were busy fucking each other, with dildos and even a whip handle. An enthusiastic audience watched and applauded the two women of whom one was much older than the other. They were dressed in fishnet stockings, garter belts, push up bra’s that left their large breasts exposed. One of the women wore fishnet gloves that covered her arms to the shoulder. Each had tied her hair up in a pony tail, just as so many others had, and had applied heavy, sluttish make up to their faces. Apart from licking each other, they penetrated each other with several dildos of the many lying about. The audience participated by fondling the women, or more often than not, roughly feeling up their private parts. In the brief time that Donna watched the show, she saw a woman pulling on of the labia of the older woman, stretching her tender flesh painfully, even while the woman herself didn’t even blink, too busy with the dildo up her ass and the dildo she was jerking into the younger woman’s vagina.



A sharp pain in her nipple brought her back at attention. Ms. Brendan's companion had pinched her nipple. She hadn’t really pinched that hard but in Donna's worked-up state, it was enough to make her moan and bring still more tears to her already reddened eyes. The woman looked Donna in the eye, and turned to make a comment to Ms. Brendan as she positioned herself in front of Donna and started to inspect her. Her hands molded Donna’s breasts, lifting her nipples painfully for a close up. Next she roughly checked Donna’s mouth, inspecting her teeth wrapped around the gag, feeling Donna's ass at the same time. At the end, she slid two fingers inside Donna’s wet pussy. Then, she stepped back and held up the wet fingers as she looked at the miserable Donna hanging in front of her. With a friendly smile she looked at Donna, while she continued her chat with Ms. Brendan. She then looked around for something and called a young women over.



The girl who was called over was young, in her twenties, and beautiful. She reminded Donna of Julie, if a bit older, and of darker complex. She looked like a Latin girl. The girl had long black straight hair, which hung halfway down her back. She was completely naked apart from black stockings and the ever present high heels. She walked confident of her beauty, swaying her hips and arms to flaunt her perfect figure. Her skin was toned nicely, a slightly darker shade than Donna’s. Probably due to the natural darker skin the girl had. Her small breasts jiggled naughtily as she walked quickly up the stairs. Donna just knew the girl did this on purpose.



When she arrived, Donna could see just how gorgeous this girl actually was. Her face was sharp in a way that suggested she might be Indian. It was only slightly made up. Black eyeliner, black mascara on her lashes, some rouge, and dark red lipstick. Her face needed nothing more to be perfect. To complete her face, she wore two pair of earrings, one consisting of several long hoops, the other a gold chain with red stones. It made her look sophisticated, intelligent, were it not that she was stark naked. Her body was perfect, a firm, round and petite ass, no belly, her hair nicely trimmed above her pussy, shaved into a small triangle. The stockings showed how perfectly shaped her long legs were. She might as well have done without the stockings as they were long and feminine. As she stood there, she stood with pride; she showed no shame of her nakedness. No, on the contrary, she smiled wickedly at the women who had called her over, knowing that she looked gorgeous and was turning them on. Donna noticed she even stood in one of the poses that Ninon taught Donna, only the girl did it naturally.



Donna felt admiration for the girl. She was in control, she was proud of her body, and she knew how to show it. And she had no shame in showing herself naked. How different she was! Donna felt ashamed as she hung in her chains, in agony, vulgar, her private parts bluntly on display to all, most of it whom, it seemed, didn't care enough to bother to look at her. Donna was just one more of the many ‘attractions’ of the party, and obviously not the most interesting.



At that moment, Ms. Brendan's companion held out her wet fingers to the girl, who with a smile bent forward and licked Donna's juices cleanly from them. She even sucked the fingers into her mouth. Donna was appalled at how the girl behaved. She looked like someone who had everything going for her, yet here she was behaving like a little slut. It was disgusting and demeaning. The girl even looked at Donna with a smile, looking straight into her eyes, showing no remorse at all. It completely ruined the perfect mental picture Donna had of this girl. She was a slut at heart, a despicable person who probably played the whore without regret, at this party and maybe in real life too.



Ms. Brendan's companion spoke to the girl after she finished sucking the woman's fingers clean. Donna saw Ms. Brendan stop them. Ms. Brendan walked over to Donna and switched something on the back of her head attached to her mask.



“..now she can hear us too. I think it is good for her,” Donna heard Ms. Brendan say as she stepped back.



The earphones were on now and Donna could hear the music and the murmur of the party. The music was a rather loud beat, obviously meant for the dancers. In the background, she still could hear the sound of her own fucking coming from the mics.



With all of that, she had to concentrate hard to have any chance to understand what was being said by the group in front of her.



“So, as I asked, how long have you been a party girl?” Ms. Brendan's companion asked the slender girl.



“Well, this actually is my first real party. I’ve only been in this scene for two months now,” the girl said with a smile. “And of that, the first month was more training than anything else.”



“You don’t say?” Ms. Brendan said in fake surprise.



“I met Ms. Hodgings two months ago when she kind of abducted me from a student party. She put me through a rough first month after which I was convinced this was what I wanted to do.”



“She abducted you?” Ms. Brendan asked.



“Yeah, more or less.” The girl said. The other woman was fondling her breasts and her hand slid down to the girl's nether regions at which the girl spread her legs a bit for easy access, giving the woman an approving smile. “I was at this frat party and when I left she took me into her car, or her chauffeur did. I was afraid at first, you know, with all the weird things happening lately but it all worked out fine.”



“So you study?” ms Brendan asked.



“Used to.” The girl nodded “Now I’m a full time party girl. I just took a sabbatical from my studies. Even gave up my room and all. I told my parents I needed some time to find myself and now here I am. I don’t know if I ever will continue my studies, this new life is so... amazing.”



“And that you decided in just two months?”



“I’m a smart girl. I knew what my possibilities were and I just figured it was best to embrace this new life. I mean...” the girl explained “...after a month's training I had done things sexually and was able to please people sexually in so many way... it seemed a waste to go back to the mundane life of a student.”



“It sure would be.” the other women said.



Ms. Brendan's companion was obviously in lust for this girl. She was constantly touching, plowing the girls body, which in turn the girl allowed and even encouraged by giving her easy access to all her beauty.



"Yeah, so now I’m here, flown in all the way from the other coast to give you all the pleasure of my body.”



“Rough ride?”



“I see you know Ms. Hodgings, Ma’am,” the girl replied to ms Brendan with a knowing smile. “Yes, it was a bit rough. She stuffed me in a crate and had that big dildo pushed up my ass. I was in pain all the way.”



She pointed to a large dildo standing straight up on a table below them. “Luckily she allowed me to pull it out when we arrived here.”



“You seem to take all this quite easy. Especially for someone who only endured these things for two months,” Ms. Brendan observed.



Donna knew that Ms. Brendan wanted to make a point, to show Donna how things could be if she just surrendered.



“Indeed, Ma’am “ the girl nodded, as she kissed the palm of the hand of the other women as it caressed her face. “But as I said, I’m smart. I know a good deal when I see one. I just weighed my options, and this is the best one. A pure 'win-win'. I get to have sex as much and as often as a girl my age could ever wish, and Ms. Hodgings, and you all, get to enjoy all the pleasures my body and mind can bring you.”



Ms Brendan looked Donna in the eye at that response and the amazed Donna understood the lesson that had just been taught. This beautiful girl has been abducted from a university, and turned into a whore in just a mere two months. How horrible could this Ms. Hodgings be? And how can this girl take it so easily? She walks like she is the most experienced call girl. She has no problem with people obscenely groping her body, and she tells her story so... so matter of factly, with no hint of shame, no remorse.



Donna wondered if the girl really was telling the truth. It couldn’t be; it was impossible that a girl would give up everything just to become a mere slave, a whore. But the example wasn’t wasted on her. She knew Ms. Brendan wanted Donna to see that others had no problem submitting to this degraded life style, and as she looked again about the party room, she saw all these whores happily doing their job, or so it seemed. Everyone of them had submitted. They had given up any hope of resistance and had embraced their new life.



A third woman came into view, who joined Ms. Brendan and her friend. This newcomer was older and had her black hair cut short, grey streaks of hair clearly visible. She wore a stylish black suit, complete with jacket and long pants.



“Well, well, well, what have we here?” she said as she checked out the Latin girl in front of her. “A true beauty, isn’t she?”



“Indeed she is, Carol, indeed she is.” The other woman agreed.



“And this?” the older women, Carol, asked, nodding towards Donna.



“One of my latest girlfriends,” Ms Brendan explained.



“A naughty one, seeing you tied her up in a rather uncomfortable way.”



“Oh, that’s about half of it, “ Ms. Brendan replied. “She has disappointed me on several occasions and refuses to accept her inner feelings. So now she is in therapy and has agreed to have her body upgraded to a woman’s liking.”



"She has difficulty getting out of the closet?” Carol walked over to Donna and looked her up and down, checking how she was chained.



“Sort of,” Ms Brendan agreed. “But she is a beauty isn’t she?”



“She would make a good lesbian, for sure…” The woman said, still checking out Donna.



“Why is she so jumpy to every touch?” She asked as Donna squirmed as her hands molded her breasts, her waist.



She bend down out of Donna's view. “… And this is her family?”



Donna was surprised as Carol came up with a picture frame in her hands. She recognized it as being the one on the side table in her living room. It was a family shot taken about 6 months ago.



“Yes, she is married and has two lovely daughters,” Ms Brendan acknowledged.



“I just knew there was more to it than just this old woman.” Carol said with a smile as her fingers traced over the picture.



Donna squirmed at the remark. Was it true? Was Ms Brendan only after her daughters? Donna knew it could well be true; she had seen all the younger whores in the room. But Ms. Brendan surely knew that Donna would do everything to keep her daughters out of it! Or what she would do if they hurt her daughters! Donna wriggled in frustration as she thought of what might be coming. Either she had to fight Ms Brendan, and maybe even this whole group to protect her girls, or she had to submit to Ms. Brendan exactly as she wanted and trade herself for the safety of her daughters.



Both options were bad. Worse, neither way had a guarantee of success.



"No...," she convinced herself. "Ms Brendan likes me, she isn’t into such young girls. The only one in her crowd close to my daughters' ages is her chauffeur, and even that girl is years older."



Donna looked into Ms Brendan's eyes, hoping for pity. Surprisingly Ms. Brendan gave her a reassuring look. Donna returned it with a grateful one. "Yes, she is after me. I am the one that she wants. If I just keep her satisfied, my daughters will be safe, and can live their own lives."



“Oh, she’s all wound up right now.” Carol taunted when she saw the chained Donna's frantic movements.



She looked Donna straight in the eye. “And tell me about her husband. Is he a wimp?”



“He works for me. I send him off to Asia for long periods of time so I can freely mold Cutty here,” Ms. Brendan answered. “He’s actually very good in his work. I pay her now to entertain him, as a sort of bonus for him.”



“Oh, I see. And this is the contract, her first!” Carol had her contract to work as a whore in her hands, reading it curiously.



Donna began to understand that her private life was on display too, not just her naked body.



“How sweet...” The woman caressed Donna nipple with a the tip of a corner of a page from her contract. How could this get any worse? What else was on display?



“... and a diary!” Carol exclaimed in faux joy, answering Donna unspoken question. She obviously was enjoying the discomfort that she was bringing Donna.



Donna was now getting agitated at her, but there was nothing that she could do. Donna saw the woman lift her diary and flip through the pages. Ms. Brendan's companion peeked over Carol's shoulder. They were reading Donna's own words, even if they were forced ones, telling about all of the disgusting things she had done, all the lies she had penned down.



“A complete slut, totally out of control. Poor husband, eh?” Carol concluded after reading a few short episodes.



“Well now, he benefited too, now didn’t he?” The other woman noted as she gave a Donna a suggestive smile.



Donna felt all the more naked now these women knew the worst secrets of her private life. Everything Ms. Brendan had done to her was exposed to these women. Actually, to everyone who would take his time to pick up the book. Bridgette had looked at Donna's diary too, she recalled; and nothing good could come from that either. She blocked that thought out as quickly as possible. What a mess her life was turning into.



“And you have her on Lenny!” Carol continued, as she gave the diary to her mate, who browsed on and with much interest. “I thought that was over?”



“Well yes, but she needed extra attention and so I brought him back,” Ms Brendan conceded. “It wasn’t easy, but...”



The older woman looked in fake awe at the large black dildo. “Well, once this fits, she can take anything. She will be so happy that you went through all this trouble to teach her.”



“Well, up to now she hasn’t really showed much true appreciation, but I expect she will soon.”



“And why doesn’t she have red lipstick?”



“She just went through laser surgery on her skin so it's unwise to put make up on, might ruin the skin.”



“That explains why she's so jumpy. And this doesn’t?” The older woman went with her hand over the material covering almost all of Donna’s body.



“The latex can cause irritation for some people but also can act like a bandage while she heals. It's entirely breathable and washable. Trust me when I say that her latex covering will not put her training off a day.”



“But it will be painful to remove,” the woman observed.



“Certainly, you are right; indeed, it's even painful now as the material bound itself ever tighter to her sensitive skin while it dried,” Ms Brendan explained. “And as for taking it off… I doubt much will get off in the coming days. Not without much pain.”



“An additional punishment.” Carol nodded, “That also explains the awful green color.”



Donna listened to the conversation and started to understand her own predicament. This latex stuff would be on her for some time. How could she show up at her grandmother’s house dressed with this suite? For the first time, she looked at her arm and down her body. The color was indeed awful, an ugly dark green. She would be the freak of the family.



Ms. Brendan walked up to Donna and switch off her earphones, leaving Donna to listen to her own orgasmic screams together with Robert’s grunting on what promised to be an endless loop. Donna felt such shame as she thought of Robert and how Ms. Brendan manipulated him. How humiliated he would be if he found out! How angry if he knew how she betrayed him. How she had no backbone at all.



Carol apparently had lost interest in Donna and took the young party girl away by her arm. They walked upstairs and out of Donna's limited view. She could guess what they would soon be doing. Another couple were going up the steps too as a satisfied guest came down, stopping to chat briefly on the steps. Ms Brendan replaced the blindfold and Donna was again in the dark but with so many more things to worry about. Her husband, her children, the upcoming weekend, and for now the excruciating pain.



She was left hanging for the longest time, only rarely touched, usually in a painful way, be it because of her own sensitivity but that didn't matter - it hurt!. She became extremely thirsty and she felt her juices run down her legs; the gag made her jaw ache. Her teeth hurt. And she knew she had been left in this state on purpose. It was to make her see that resistance was futile. But her daughters, her family, she needed to protect them...



And so her mind whirled, transiting from what looked to be a miserable future if she submitted, to the dangers for her family if she didn't, cycling back to the pain whose grip would not let her go.



The rest of the night, the long night, Donna was manhandled without warning. Sometimes with the blindfold on, sometimes not; leaving her wonder who was there, who was looking at her, at the details of her private life. What was going on? Sometimes without the blindfold, she could see not only Ms. Brendan’s evil guests but also that the party was getting kinkier as it went on.



Whips struck sensitive flesh. Girls in chains were being lead around on all fours. There was an obscene show where a woman Donna's age had weights, heavy lipstick replicas, hung from her multiple piercings while the crowed taunted and cheered. Bets were placed. The victim's ‘owner’, or something like that, was laughing with the crowed as she hung one weight after another, making the poor woman squirm, even as she tried to smile. Soon, she was crying out in pain. Her labia were stretched to the limit; the cylindrical weights dangling down past her knees.



More and more couples were walking upstairs, and more and more party ‘whores’ came down looking exhausted, in pain and well used. The ‘pornstar’ lady that Donna had first seen came down with obvious whip marks all over her breasts, her back, her ass. Yet once down, she started a new dildo show on a different stage almost immediately.



On the stage in the back, a mixed group of younger and older women were fucking each in all sorts of ways to the rhythm of the music, whipping each other, putting clamps on each others nipples. It was a real life sex show and quickly was turning into a S&M show. Donna saw that the women were truly in pain and after a brutal fuck with a studded dildo one of them even passed out for a while. The group pushed their unconscious party mate to the sided, leaving her to lie ass up as they just continued with each other, stepping on the poor abused woman, shoving her aside when she was in the way.



Donna saw the woman slowly revive and drag herself to her feet. With great effort and a lot of pain, she joined the show again and pulled her ass cheeks apart to invite another penetration. Donna had not missed the fact that the poor sex subject had cried softly in utter misery for just the shortest of moments when she woke up and saw her own situation. Donna just knew the woman was in the same position as she was, hopelessly blackmailed, forced into this horrible way of life. Donna felt pity for her but mostly fear for herself. What if it were Donna up on that stage? She had to avoid that at all costs!



The waitresses had their costumes partly torn, exposing most of their upper body. Angry red bite marks on their exposed tits, and lipstick streaks, drawings, words covered their free skin. Drunk women, who now seemed to be everywhere, where pulling them roughly when ordering drinks, forcing them into tongue kisses, laughing as they shrieked when their tongue was bitten. It seemed the drunkest women were the meanest, and those all gathered around the bar as it became later and later.



Still the women offered their breast with a smile. Or at least with a fake smile. It seemed it was a goal for every bitch walking around to make the performing, serving women, cry, fall out of their act. It was some really fucked up society.



Donna considered herself lucky. Yes, she was in an awful pain, but she didn’t need to act as if she liked it. She could freely moan when someone unseen, or seen, pinched her or shoved a dildo into her cunt or raked her cunt with sharp nails.



Only one more time, a girl, a very young girl, had been ordered to come up to her and lick her. More accurately, the girl was instructed to like Donna clean of the juices that had run down her legs. But the soft young tongue did feel good and she enjoyed the moment, no matter how repulsive it was. The remarks of the women looking at the show, as they had browsed through her diary, looked at her family, tore at her heart. But she was too far gone to fight any more. The exhausting position that she was in, the fact that everything, everyone, around her was sexually abused, the constant shriek of her own orgasms, of Robert’s orgasmic grunts, she surrendered to the tongue and just enjoyed it, ignoring the remarks as much as possible.



When the girl had neared her clit, Donna had forced herself down on the girl, regardless how much her shoulders and arms ached, forcing the young girl to lick her to an orgasm. and she would have if it wasn’t for the other woman yanking the girl away, and angrily pinching, twisting Donna’s nipple. The pain had been awful but Donna had felt oddly satisfied by the fact that she had at least had a few moments of pleasure to preserve.



Donna finally was left alone and drifted into sleep. Tired, drained of energy by her constant torture and abuse, Donna hung in her chains as the party continued. At that time people started to leave, and it was obvious the party neared its end. The freak show was almost over...

The New Years Family Weekend, Saturday







“Can you please cover her up?” The fat man in the grey business suite said as he received his champagne. He moved uncomfortably to find a way to sit in the seat which was too small for his size.



“Will do sir.” The stewardess answered politely, and she walked over to Donna’s seat, just two rows ahead of him.



Donna pretended to be asleep. She was too embarrassed with her attire to face the other passengers. But she couldn’t keep her eyes closed either. She was drunk, and she felt the whole plane spinning and turning when she closed them too long. Fear of throwing up as her environment turned wildly made her open her eyes frequently, made her stay awake, praying she would get sober fast. She also longed for something to eat, but she knew she would throw it up instantly, creating the scenes she wanted to avoid.



She wanted, no needed, to drink. The long night, the dry air on the plane, she was dehydrated, but still she was too afraid to ask. She would for sure stutter, rattle like the drunk she was, and that was just too embarrassing. Apart from that, she would throw that up too. And so she found herself with her eyes shut as long as possible, fighting her sleep, fighting not to throw up as the alcohol took the plain into yet another loop.



It had been early in the morning when she had woken up and found she was being dragged off the stage. They had brought her to a toilet, where she was allowed to attend to her morning needs. She had sleepily done so, and afterwards had been pushed over the toilet bowl, and given an enema. It turned out to contain alcohol, a liquor of something like that. On an empty stomach, tired and dehydrated, it had taken effect immediately.



Donna curled up as much as possible in the uncomfortable aisle seat. Ninon must have checked her in on that seat on purpose. She couldn’t hide away against the side of the plane, against the window. No, now she had to be careful not to disturb her neighbor on the left, another fat businessman. Or she would lean too much into the aisle whenever she blanked out, forcing the stewardess to ask her to sit upright, to please sit decent.



A fresh blanket covered her, and she felt the stewardess hovering over her, tucking her in, or better, hiding her. The fat man next to her sighed and whispered “Can you do also something about the smell?”



“I will try sir.” The stewardess answered, and walked away.



Donna knew she smelled awful. Having had only the enema this morning, before being rushed to the airport. And after the long night she knew she smelled of sweat, her dried cunt juices, and, due to the enema, of alcohol too.



How would her family react if they saw her in this state? Robert had planned to pick her up, probably with Julie and Trixy too. They would see her drunk, and dressed like a slut, a worn-out whore.



Donna was not surprised she had been singled out for a body check. She looked like a freak, and she had an expensive business ticket. It was only logical they had thought she had drugs on her, or at least that something was just not right.



Donna hid a bit more behind the blanket, but her legs with the green latex still stuck out. It was impossible to get the bulky plateau shoes on the chair. She kept them on as her feet smelled awful. How she needed a shower! And her constant fight not to throw up… She hated herself, hated Ninon, ms Brendan, everyone around her.



She shifted a bit more and drifted into an unsteady sleep again, full of delirium dreams. She dreamt of Robert shouting at her when he saw her coming out, while her embarrassed daughters looked on.



She woke up with a shock, almost kicking the plate for her neighbor out of the hands of the stewardess. The attendant gave Donna an angry look, and Donna mumbled an apology, before hiding again under her blanket.



How would she explain the business ticket from her credit card? Another expense...



“Whores fly business class. That’s where the best future clientele is.” Ninon had said, and Donna couldn’t object of course. But how she wished she had. Now she had to explain this expense to Robert, and he was already so difficult with money.



“Fuck…” she thought wearily “That feeble expense is nothing compared to the charges for the operation, the house, the clothes, and what ever else. Who am I kidding?”



She knew the only way to get those expenses cleaned out was to sell herself “It won’t get rid of the statements, but at least everything would be paid for…”



“And as long as I ‘sell’ myself to my own husband…” she concluded as she recalled the instructions of ms Brendan; vaguely that is.



She had been given some clothing, the black latex plateau shoes, and was dressed. Next she had been rushed into the living room. where a tired ms Brendan awaited her, joined by a neatly washed and dressed Ninon. She had had a normal night.



Donna remembered some instructions, which boiled down to the same as before; Robert had done a terrific job, and she was his gift from ms Brendan. In other words, she had to fuck him like a rabbit again. And her whole body was in pain, as was the inside of her vagina from that fucked up whipping.



“How can I reach 25 fucks with him in this state?” Donna wondered as she restlessly gyrated in her seat, making her neighbor grunt once again. “My whole body hurts like hell, my vagina has been mutilated, and I’m at his parents house, with the whole family there too. And on top of that, I missed one day already.”



When she had been taken out of ms Brendan’s mansion Ninon informed her that she had missed her families flight, and would take one three hours later. She already had informed Robert the party had been a bit on the wild side, and that she, Donna, had gotten drunk, so she had to sober up before she could take the latter flight.



“She had my cell phone…” Donna thought in a clear moment. But that didn’t surprise her actually. This whole life she was leading now was perfectly orchestrated by ms Brendan and Ninon. They had known beforehand she wouldn’t make the plane. “How foolish I am…”



“Fuck, fuck no…” she suddenly corrected herself “… she actually gave me a new phone again. Another new number…Fuck, I’m drunk! I can’t even remember what happened this morning clearly…”



The green latex had started to crack here and there, but that just made her look all the more like a freak; a dirty, smelly freak.



And what exactly had ms Brendan told her to do? Donna couldn’t recall anything, no details, only vague moments that stuck despite the alcohol. All she knew for sure was that he, Robert, had done a good job.



“At least that is a relief. What will she do when he flunks? Deny him his right to his wife’s body? Punish me for his mistakes?”



And so Donna’s drunken mind twirled the whole trip, from recalling her evening of torture at the party, to the preparations and instructions in the morning, and on to her upcoming ordeal.



They finally landed, and she became nervous all over again. Now she had to face her family. They would be waiting for her at the arrival hall. For a while her mind and body were too busy just stumbling out of the plain, but she got her act together just outside, and rushed into the nearest ladies room.



Luckily, it was empty. She hovered over the sink and drank water. Finally. And just as she had expected she had to run immediately afterwards to the nearest a toilet stall to throw up. At least that cleared her head for a while, so she could tidy up a bit. She brushed her teeth, getting rid of the vomit taste and smell. Ignoring what passersby might see and think, she bluntly washed her feet in the sink. Relieved when she felt the water clean them, and to have them out of the boot-like shoes.



Next she drank, drank as much water as her belly could hold. She felt completely dehydrated, as she probably was. It had been a whole night of sweating, without even one drink. At least now her stomach held on to the water, for a while.



She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was still tied back, though now lots of loose hair was dangling. She quickly redid her ‘coupe’, and looked for the next thing to correct. Her face was a scary white from the lack of sleep, a blooming hangover and exhaustion. It was also covered in red stripes from the small airplane pillow. Her eyes were dark and deep into their sockets.



Her small coat only hid her upper body, leaving her waist and hips free. The blouse she was wearing was also too short to hide the green latex on her belly. The piercing had found its way through the latex already and was obscenely visible. The red leather short skirt covered her hips, her open vagina and her ass, but it stopped just there. If she sat down it didn’t cover any of her private parts anymore, and she hadn’t been issued any underwear. She didn’t mind the exposure as much as she did catching a cold, a uterine infection, if she stayed too long outside.



She saw that her legs showed the flow of her cunt juices. It had discolored the latex, stained it. “Everybody must have seen that?” she realized “How awful!”



She tried to wash the stains away with some soap, cleaning her vagina gently too. It at least gave her some sense of a clean feeling. She dried herself with some toilet paper, and sat on the toilet for a while, recuperating. The alcohol came up again, so she forced herself to drink lots of water again. It hopefully would help her get sober faster.



After washing her face once again, she had a last glance at herself in the mirror before she zipped her leather up and walked out the toilet to go to the exit. As she did so, she still felt she was drunk, wobbling a bit as she tried to walk in the uncomfortable shoes.



Going out of the airport was actually easy; with the little carry-on she had, she could walk straight through and with a deep breath, through the exit door into the arrival hall where Robert waited for her.







She saw Robert standing with her daughters, and even from a distance she could see his shocked look. She put on her best smile and walked up to him. “Here we go again, let’s hope for the best.”



“Donna, what happened to you…?” Robert said while he looked at his battered wife.



“I’m sorry, honey.” Donna said honestly “I… it’s just all a mess. I’m sorry.”



She suddenly was overwhelmed with emotions. Tears welled up and she couldn’t hold them anymore. She burst into tears as she felt his warm arms around her.



“Oh, darling, what have they done to you?” Robert said caringly, lovingly. He held her tight and rubbed her gently.



“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Donna just muttered as she cuddled up to Robert, feeling his warm body. She grabbed his open coat and pulled herself close to him. She curled into his open coat, to avoid his caring but painful direct grasp. It hurt her but she didn’t want him to stop.



Robert hugged her tighter and held her long as he rocked her some more, and kissed her gently on top of her head. “Oh, baby, oh baby” he said comforting.



Donna felt so happy, and felt so much love for her husband. He just accepted her, he forgave her… he loved her. And she felt safe, warm. She wanted to stay like this forever.



“Let’s go..” Robert finally whispered softly into her ear as she had calmed down a bit, and Donna nodded.



Holding tight onto her husband they walked to the exit of the hall.



“Sorry darling, I need to use the toilet before we go.” Robert said as he saw a toilet sign, and gently let her go.



Donna reluctantly let him go, and stood alone, with her head down. But she felt happy, he had reacted so differently than she ever could have imagined. And she felt so relieved for that. At least this had gone well. Maybe his family would be just as considerate?



After a while she looked up, and faced her daughters. Julie and Trixy each stood looking at her from a distance. They were obviously less forgiving and looked at her with disgust. Neither of them had spoken a word since she had arrived.



“Look…” Donna said after a long silence “You know I have a problem. You know I am seeking help for it.”



She looked her daughters in the eye “I just ask for your help. I don’t expect you to understand. I feel embarrassed, I feel dirty, and I look like a freak. But if you two don’t help me right now, it might break up our family, and I don’t want that, do you?”



“Mom, you’re disgusting.” Julie answered. But she didn’t say no. Trixy kept silent.



“I know, I know.” Donna said, “But just bear with me. Keep quiet about my situation, don’t tell Robert.”



“He doesn’t deserve this mom.” Julie said “You’re hurting him.”



“I love him very much,” Donna answered “but he wouldn’t understand. Maybe later, when I am better in dealing with this situation… Just support me on this. It’s the best way to help Robert, to help our family.”



A silence fell again.



“Also…” Donna tried “…he has this very tough job, far away. He works his ass off, and if he feels we are in some sort of trouble, if he notices you two are angry with me, it will just distract him from his work, his goals.”



“We need to show him we are still a family, still together. Let’s just pretend this was a fluke, I just went drunk on a party, and got carried away. You’ll need to support that story. Tell him all is ok at home when he’s gone. Tell him this is just as surprising to you as it is to him.”



“Well… that it is for sure.” Julie smirked.



“Fair enough, but will you help me on this?”



Julie looked at her mother, and after a while just sighed “Oh.. ok, I will.”



“Trixy?” Donna said facing Trixy, who had been silent up to now. She just had been observing her new mom all the time.



“I will too.” She said, without making any problem.



Donna looked at Trixy and wondered what was going on in her mind. Julie she understood, she was angry with her but she would help for her father’s sake. But Trixy looked oddly at her and Donna couldn’t quite understand what was going on in her mind. What was she thinking of?



But in all, her daughters would support her story and now all she had to worry about was the family, especially the mother of Robert. She would for sure not understand. No she would be disgusted with her daughter-in-law. But she hoped Robert would help her with his mother.



“How weird it actually is that I’m now some sort of sex freak, and actually am able to deal with the situation. All thanks to the loving care of my family, from Robert… How much he loves me, and how much I love him for this! Isn’t this something worth fighting for as I do now?”



When Robert returned Donna quickly cuddled up to him again, and they walked to the car. All the while Robert gently caressed her, and gave her loving understanding kisses which she replied with a hot, loving kiss, and a sincere “I love you sooo much…” when they reached the car.



In the car the conversation slowly started up, and finally became normal family talk when the girls gushed about the gifts they had received from their dad. Actually, the conversation was mostly between Julie, Trixy and their dad. The gifts, Robert’s adventures, had steered the conversation away from Donna. Though Robert had seen she wasn’t wearing any underwear as she sat down. She had quickly covered herself with his coat. She had given him a gentle squeeze on his thigh, and an assuring look she would explain all later. He had left it at that, and had forced himself to join the family talk with his daughters.



Robert had given the girls some nice Chinese jewelry, and silk clothing. Very expensive gifts indeed, and her daughters couldn’t stop thanking him. Donna just smiled and gave Robert a gentle squeeze on his hand to let him know she appreciated his care for their daughters very much.



The short ride went wonderful. Donna felt more and more her daughters would keep their promise, as they completely neglected her, her attire. If she could keep her low profile they and Robert would just enjoy each others company and her situation wasn’t a hindrance. She became more and more at ease, simply enjoying the happy moments of seeing her family bond together. Only when the car turned into the parking lot of the grandparents house Donna became worried again.



“I don’t want to face your mother like this.” She said to Robert.



Robert nodded “I’ll bring you to my room one time, take my coat.”



Grateful, she smiled at him and she went into the house with him, after their daughters had ‘cleared’ the way. They went quickly up to his room, where she kissed him passionately.



“Lock the door..” she said mysteriously. She suddenly had an idea how to deal with the situation, which would hopefully benefit all.



Robert locked his bedroom door, and when he turned back to his wife, Donna slowly, as erotically as possible, undid his coat, and her own. Then she turned around, giving him a full view of her attire.



“I know it’s odd, but I hope you like it?” she said. She knew if she played on his love for her, he would go along. He had to, just like last time.



“It is…” Robert said as he eyed his wife “… nice, but…”



“At this ‘all women’ party I went to, we got a bit carried away.” Donna flashed a seductive smile “They had this latex product, and we painted each other, just to see the effect.”



“It is just that it can’t be easily taken off. It will hurt my skin. We didn’t think of that.” She said with fake regret, trying to sound as innocent as possible.



“But don’t worry…” she said as she took off the short red shirt, exposing the green latex, together with her free nipples.



She saw him looking at her nipples, which were hard from the chill in the room. She smiled at him, and kept on undressing. Slowly she unbuttoned the red leather skirt. When it fell he saw her naked pussy too, still flaming red from the abuse, but she knew he wouldn’t comprehend that.



“… you still have access to all of me.”



At that she posed for him just as taught. In addition she spread her arms to complete her offering.



“You… you definitely… change every time a bit more...” He mumbled. He obviously wasn’t happy with her act, but she did arouse him. He did like it.



“I missed you… and I wanted to make this weekend special, just like the previous…” she said, as she turned once more, making sure she wiggled her ass seductively.



“If strange people have seen all this, he has the right to see it too.” She figured, as she fought her own feeling of mixed shame and disgust. Especially because she was lying to him about everything.



She walked up to him, and kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss, and finally grabbed her passionately, throwing his strong arms around her.



That hurt her, but she didn’t bulge. Her body was still in pain all over, and his strong loving embrace was all the more painful.



“This is going to be some ordeal” she thought as she just kissed him harder, so he would misunderstand her moan of pain as a moan of passion. She had to keep him aroused, keep him lustful.



When she stopped kissing him she looked him in the eye, she wasn’t finished yet.



“We’ll do something else this time” she whispered “I have a new cell phone with a camera with lots of memory. We’ll do what we did months ago, when you took those naked pictures of me. Only now we’ll take film of you and me fucking. We’ll record every fuck we have, every cum shot of you…”



“Donna!!” Robert objected, obviously not liking the idea.



“No, Robert, I did those pictures for you, now you’ll do this for me.” Donna interrupted “So you’ll have something to think about while abroad, as will I.”



“Also…” she continued as she stepped back to show him her body again “… we’ll do role play. The girlfriends I talked with said they did it sometimes with their husbands too, and it gave them some of the best fucks ever.”



“Role play?” Robert said surprised, not even having absorbed her previous idea.



“Yes, role play. We’ll pretend I’m your whore, to do with as you please.”



“No!” Robert said “No! I won’t do that!”



Donna was a bit surprised at this fierce reaction. He looked hurt, and couldn’t face her anymore. His eyes cast downwards.



“I’m pushing him too far.” Donna thought “But I must, it is the only way, the only way to do what Ninon and ms Brendan ordered me to do. And by playing the whore, I can act the whore without him being suspicious. He’ll think it’s a silly girls night out idea. It’s the only way to get things done.”



“Darling…” she said as she caressed his face and forced him to look into her eyes “Please? You know how reluctant I was with the pictures you took? And now I’m ok with that, now I even want to take film. I matured. You’ll see, you’ll love it too, just go along…”



“And with this attire…” she smiled gently and turned around for him again “I look like a whore anyway.”



Robert still had this hurt, ashamed look on his face.



“You’ll see, you’ll love it.” She pushed him “Look, I’m wet just thinking of it.” She laid her hand on her painful vagina, and stuck some fingers in her ever wet hole. She forced a seductive smile on her face as she did so, and held out her wet fingers to him. “Please Robert…”



But Robert was still reluctant, though he obviously was getting aroused.



Donna grumbled inside at his reaction, what more could she do to convince him?



“Look, I’m just a slut...for you” She said, and licked her fingers clean, while she looked straight at him “Just use me, use me a lot before you go again, and leave me all alone..”



“Donna…” Robert painfully said, but Donna just pushed on. She walked up to him, and forced his head down to her free nipples.



That did it. He roughly licked them, bit them. Donna tensed at the pain, but managed to make it look like she was enjoying it.



“Yeah baby, lick them good, get them all worked up for you.” She said, just like a whore would do according to her.



Robert didn’t respond, but continued, and also started to roughly mold her body. She had won him over, she knew, but now she had to deal with the pain, without him noticing it. As he was busy groping her body she found that if she just talked out loud, talked dirty, she could disguise her painful groans. And so she just slurred some porn movie chatter, and Robert kept on at her, encouraged by his wife’s voice.



His hands, fingers, roughly entered her bruised vagina, and immediately started to pump away.



“You’re hot.” He grunted, as he misunderstood her wetness for arousal.



“Yeah, baby, all for you.” She said. “I even shaved it freshly yesterday..”



She had to bite her lip not to scream out as he maltreated her vagina with his dry fingers. However, he was amazed at how easy she could get Robert totally into it, just like their last weekend. It was as if they picked up where they had left off. Now all she had to do, again, was to make her quota. And now with the role play, she could seduce him at all times. She could play the horny slut, and he wouldn’t be suspicious. Her idea had to work. It was brilliant.



Donna was very proud of herself, and she was happy he liked her like this too. “Now at least he enjoys what they are doing to me too.”



His rough handling was something she couldn’t fight. If he knew what pain he caused her he not only would stop, but also start to wonder what was really going on. And besides, a whore shouldn’t complain, so she couldn’t either. It was part of the role play, a disadvantage she just had to deal with. She just expertly, like a true whore, lead him away from a certain too painful position into a knew one where the pain was bearable. She was so happy her vagina was leaking so much lately, else he would have noticed she wasn’t that aroused at all. And now she could repay his trust in her with the sex he craved. Even more than that, she was making atonement.



“And the pain is more like a just punishment for me, for being so stupid to fall into ms Brendan’s trap.” She told herself “I actually am happy I don’t enjoy this at all, I don’t deserve it.”



It was a weird thought, but it made her guilt for deceiving Robert indeed less.



“Also, now I can concentrate on pleasing him, only him.” She added, feeling more at ease with herself, with her actions, at that thought. “He enjoys me more like this, with me focusing solely on his desires, not mine.”



As they stumbled to the bed she stopped him briefly to pick up the camera. “Don’t forget, I want you to picture all fucks, especially the cum shots.” She reminded Robert, who smiled wickedly at her in response.



He threw her on the bed, which hurt like hell. The latex rubbed all over the skin of her back and ass.



“WOOW, Baby…” she cried, as she immediately raised her legs wide, exposing her vagina, to distract him from her painful look “…now fuck this hot pussy!”



Robert pulled down his pants and freed his hard-on.



“Oh, my, you have a big one sir!!” Donna said, as she looked at his dick in mock surprise. She wanted to push him to fuck her fast, so she would be distracted from the burning pain all over her back.



She was actually proud of her acting. It was maybe even a bit too convincing, as she saw Robert was full of lust. He didn’t even look at her, just at her body. She just thrust her breasts forward, forcing him to mount her fast.



He shoved his penis into her one time. Not only did that hurt like hell, but it surprised her as he had never done that before. Usually he was much more gentle.



She folded her legs around his hips as a reaction to the new pain, and turned her face upward, so he couldn’t see the tears in her eyes. Every vein inside her bruised vagina gave of pain signals. She grunted as he immediately started to hump her roughly. He even bit down on her left nipple painfully.



“OOW, Baby, you’re one steamy hot guy.” She said as she almost bit her tongue from the pain. “This must have hurt even if I wasn’t so sensitive.”



“Fuck me good, fuck me hard!” she said out loud to hide her feelings.



“The sooner he comes, the sooner this pain is over.” She thought as every thrust hurt her like hell, and she couldn’t stop the tears pouring from her eyes. She was happy she had no make up on, so it couldn’t leak. She could quickly remove the tears with a simple movement of her hand, without him noticing her true ordeal.



His rough pushing into her not only hurt her vagina, but the rubbing on the bed also killed her back skin. She kept on screaming and grunting as if in ecstasy, and tried to act like she was having the time of her life.



Luckily she felt he was coming fast. His penis tensed inside her, and soon she felt him spurting his sperm. He grunted above her as he did, with his eyes closed, head faced forward.



“Also not like he usually does…” Donna noticed. He had reacted a bit weird to her actions.



As he wanted to pull out, Donna quickly reminded him: “Film it with the cell!”



He looked awkwardly at her.



“Please, Darling?” she said meekly.



He grabbed the camera, took a short time to figure out how to take the shot, and then filmed a close up as he pulled out his dick, covered with sperm and her juices.



“And me..” she said, and so he finished the shot with an overview of her laying legs spread, platform shoes high up in the air, breasts with their erected nipples upward, and a big smile on her face.



She saw he didn’t like it all too much, and so she finished her act by turning herself around, ass up, and looked at him over her back.



“Thank you kindly sir, that was one of the best shags I ever had!” she said as she let her right hand finger her cum coated vagina.



“You really play the part…” he said, as he shook his head, obviously still not understanding his new wife, but convinced she wanted this role play, and enjoyed it.



Donna was happy he had gone along, and that he appreciated her actions. And as long as he saw it as a game, “If only he knew why I really do all of this…”



“We have to get ready” Robert said as he got up, and fumbled a bit, pulling up his pants “My parents will be waiting, wondering what is going on.”



Donna was a bit taken aback at his quick change in mood, but figured he was still feeling uncomfortable with their act. She got up, and kissed him.



Robert cut the kiss short, and buttoned his shirt. “Freshen up, I’ll see you downstairs, ok?”



“Ok, hon….” Donna responded as she sensed he wasn’t into any cuddling.



He was out of the room before she knew it, and she was alone in his room. Disappointed, and wondering what was going through his mind, she walked slowly to the bathroom, to take a much needed shower.



After a long shower she stood before the damp mirror. She felt pretty down as she looked at herself, and did her best to convince herself that everything went all right. But Robert’s reaction to her idea was still troubling her. Not so much his forceful fucking, that she could understand somewhat, no it was his blunt reaction afterwards. His sudden distance to her was troubling her, made her feel guilty, wrong.



“I can’t go on like this.” She told herself, as she pulled of another loose piece of her ‘suit’.



She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was less discolored, but still ghostly. She dried her hair and tied it back in a pony again. “You can’t hide lack of sleep.”



“Get a hold of yourself.” She told her own down image “If you don’t, things will get worse, much worse…”



Unconvinced she wrapped a towel around herself and walked into Robert’s childhood bedroom. She opened the suitcase and looked at its contents again. Another humiliating memory popped up as she saw the collection of sex toys and skimpy outfits. This was what the officers had seen when they checked her at the airport. Drunk at the time she had react with giggles, as she was being led away for a body check, but now she felt the degradation all the more.



“Fuck!” She said to herself “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!”



“I can’t wear any of these. I know they expect me to, but this is impossible. This will be unexplainable, and Robert won’t accept this. It would cause one hell of a fight.”



She sat down on the bed, an thought it over. “What to do?”



After a long pause she got up. She had made her decision. She walked to Robert’s closet, and went through his clothing. She pulled out a large sweater, and some jogging pants. As she pulled on these protest clothes she felt better already. On top of that, the looseness of these clothes wouldn’t hurt her that much. The defiance made her feel somewhat in control again. She looked for some gym shoes of Robert, and after putting them on looked at herself.



“Not at all as instructed, but how will they find out?” she thought, as she walked out of the room towards the family downstairs “Just a quick bite, and I go immediately back to bed. I’m dead tired, and tomorrow will be a long day anyway. We’ll see what we do than.”



When she entered the room shyly a cheer went up, and she saw Robert and her daughters pleasantly surprised she looked ‘normal’ again. She gave them a meek smile, and excused herself to rest of the family. “It’s been a rough ride, and I’m really tired.”



The family didn’t mind, and she was welcomed in their mids. The hugs hurt her, but she was by now more than used to that pain. Especially the greeting by Robert’s parents were warm and lovingly. They obviously felt pity for her, as she looked so tired. They were honestly concerned if she was all right, and after she couldn’t convince them she was ok, they forced her and the whole family to the dinner table. “Some good warm food will do you good.” Robert’s mother said as she folded her arm in Donna’s and guided her to the dining room, patting her hand gently. Donna felt grateful, but was also worried she would notice the latex from so close.



Dinner passed by quickly. She ate little as her stomach was still tricky, but she felt revived afterwards. Also because Robert was his loving self again as every now and then he kissed her on her head and hugged her. She again felt so close to him again.



And the family atmosphere overall was wonderful. Everyone was in a good mood, jokes were told, her daughters were, again, talking about their gifts, showing the silk clothing they were wearing, with Robert warning them not to spill any food on them. It caused him the ‘thorn’ of the rest of the family. Donna absorbed the normal happy life with gratitude.



On top of that, after diner, Julie also gave her a compliment for acting normal; “I’m glad you decided to join the family again.”



Donna thanked her, and wanted to catch up with her, but she was too tired. She excused herself, and as everybody had seen she was dead tired, they let her go without any complaints. Once in Robert’s room, in bed, she quickly fell asleep. Finally some much needed rest.







She woke when her cell phone rang. Better, she heard the menacing voice of a black man calling “Hey, fuck slut, pick up the phone…hey whore, pick up the phone, you’re pimp is calling… come on filthy slut, get that leaky pussy moving and pick up…”



The room was dark, and it took some time before she found the bloody thing. All the time the humiliating cursing went on, becoming louder and louder.



“Hello?” She quickly said, glad to stop the ring tone.



“Hello Cutty, how are you doing?”



It was Ninon! “I’m ok, Ninon, dead tired…”



“That’s why you don’t follow the rules?” Ninon asked bluntly.



Donna’s mind was in turmoil “How could they have seen me? Who’s spying on me?”



“Well?” Ninon pressed on.



“I’m sorry Ninon, I just couldn’t face the family dressed as instructed. And I was cold, and the tight clothing hurts my skin. I just wanted some relief. And I didn’t use any underwear, I swear, it was just…”



“Well Cutty...” Ninon interrupted, “…I was just referring to the way you addressed me, but you’re honesty is appreciated. Better admit to it than that we find out later.”



“Shit!!” Donna cursed in her mind “Stupid, stupid, stupid!!”



“Sorry… mrs Bondain…”



“That’s better” Ninon approved “We’ll discuss your punishment later. I hope ms Brendan will have pity on you. But you better get your act together again, understood?”



“Yes, yes, mrs Bondain.” Donna said as fear struck her heart. “Ms Brendan, she’s going to inform ms Brendan!”



“I just called to make sure you got off at the right airport, with you being drunk and all.” Ninon explained “So you’re safely with your family now?”



“Yes, mrs Bondain.”



“And I bet you also didn’t use the right etiquette when addressing your family either?”



“No need to lie now” Donna thought “No mrs Bondain, I totally forgot…But I was too drunk and tired, mrs Bondain, please, please forgive me.”



“Will you do better from here on?” Ninon asked sternly.



“I will, I promise, mrs Bondain“ Donna quickly replied “Please don’t tell ms Brendan, please don’t. She’ll make life hell for me. I was tired, and just forgot, just couldn’t…”



“Now now Cutty,” Ninon interrupted her rambling “You know I can’t lie to ms Brendan. Nobody can. You’ll just need to learn to keep control at all times, no matter how tired you are.”



Donna sighed, and started to cry softly. She didn’t want to, but she just couldn’t keep it inside.



“Maybe she will have pity on you.” Ninon comforted her, hearing her cry. “But only if you do as instructed from now on. Don’t disappoint us. You remember all the instructions still?”



“No, mrs Bondain, no I don’t. I was drunk when she gave them and…”



“You’ll have to learn to listen and remember.” Ninon lectured her “That is crucial to avoid punishment, crucial to please ms Brendan.”



“I’m sorry, mrs Bondain.” Donna sniffed back.



“That’s just not good enough. You keep on being disobedient, keep on trying to fight what is inevitable. Stop doing that!”



“Yes, mrs…”



“Listen. You are ms Brendan’s gift for him. You are trained, toned, dressed to please him every way he wants. He needs to be totally satisfied, enthralled, when he returns to Asia. That is your job. You need to fuck him at least as much as last weekend, preferably more, as you should be able to do now. Given you have had more training.”



Donna listened, trying not to miss any pointers anymore.



“We want you to fuck him anywhere, in any position, and in any disgusting way you know. We didn’t pack the toys and clothing for nothing. Understand?”



“Yes, mrs Bondain.”



She had to use the toys! Donna’s mind was in high overdrive just thinking on how she had to carry out that instruction, and how Robert would hate it. It would ruin the picture he had of her; his wife, his proper wife.



“Don’t break the dress code anymore. Probably you’re not wearing any shoes at this moment? But we want you to always be ready for him, always be the eager hired hooker you are. So you wear them always this weekend. You don’t want us to use someone else, now do you?”



“No, mrs Bondain.”



Well, actually, Donna wasn’t so sure about that. At least than she could still be his decent wife, his trustworthy wife.



“You are a filthy slut that has some big issues to deal with herself, right?”



“Yes, mrs Bondain.”



“Here we go again.” Donna thought “Telling me I want this somehow.”



“So just do it. Be yourself. And don’t forget to take pictures and film of every fuck. Just remember how humiliating that is for Robert; his wife films his every fuck to show to others just because she’s too untrustworthy. If you could be trusted, if you had shown you could follow the rules without any complains, eager and without any protest, that wouldn’t have been necessary. You fuck up his pride just because of your own stupid behavior, time and time again.”



“I’m sorry, mrs Bondain.”



Donna thought it over. Would they have really left out the demand for pictures if they trusted her? “But that would mean … That is just too much to ask from anybody. They’re playing with me.”



“Ok. We’ll leave it like that. For now. Just remember we’re watching you, especially now we know you are fucking up. Behave from now on, show you’re worth the money, whore.” And she hung up, before Donna could answer anything.



Donna was wide awake now, and in trouble. Her mind went through her options. She curled upright in the dark and wondered what she could do to get out of this mess. Every time she hit the brick wall when she thought of what could happen if she did not obey. That just wasn’t an option. She cursed herself constantly for telling she had not followed the rules. It was a stupid slip of the tongue, but she should have known better.



When Robert entered the room and stumbled to the bed in the dark he was in for a surprise. Donna turned on the small spaceship nightlight, and showed herself. She was wearing a tight pink corset, with white lace, red fishnet stockings, and white pumps. She smiled at him with the brightest smile she could muster.



“Not again…” Robert sighed as he looked at her.



“The game isn’t over yet.” Donna pushed with her ever present smile, as she got up, and kneeled on the bed in front of him. Her hands immediately started to unbutton his trousers.



“Donna…” Robert whispered.



“Shhhh, honey. I slept deliciously and am ready to treat you for what I’m hired for. Just relax, and let me do the work.”



“Donna, no …”



“Shhhh…” Donna hushed him again as she quickly freed his dick, and swallowed it, as she stroke it with her hand. She hoped this would silence him.



He was stiff in no time, but still complaint “I don’t want this Donna, I don’t like it.”



Donna moved one hand up to his mouth to quiet him down. It was difficult enough to play the whore, wear the tight clothing, to have him whine too. “Many man would love to have their wife behave like a slut, and he can’t stop complaining!”



She paced up her efforts, and started to lick his shaft as she molds his glance with her left hand, her other still stroking the shaft. That worked and Robert quieted down and started to make his normal aroused noises.



“At last…” Donna thought to herself.



She cupped his balls with one hand, and she swallowed his penis again, while her free hand search for the camera. When she found it she handed it to him to make the necessary movie.



“No, Donna, not that again…”



“Do it!!” she hissed at him in between her frantic sucking.



She felt him coming to his climax, and looked up to see if he was indeed filming. Of course she saw him reluctantly hold the cell pointing nowhere.



“Mmmm!!” she moaned angrily on his dick, as she looked him in the eye.



Robert finally did as instructed and filmed his wife sucking his dick.



“Good baby!” She said quickly, as she patted his belly with her free hand.



She felt his shaft stiffen, the top expand, and the balls rise. She widened her mouth as his first spurt entered her mouth. For purpose of the movie she pulled back and let the next wads hit on her face, after which she positioned herself below his dick, looking up at him, at the camera, as she slurped up the next spurts.



“Donna, this is sick.” Robert said as he looked at his wife.



“Wasn’t it good, mr Alldring?” Donna asked faking being hurt by his comments. She even pouted her lips in mock disappointment.



“No, not that, but…”



“You’re problem is…” She said as she pulled herself up and smiled at him with her cum coated face “…you think it is wrong to see you’re wife as a slut.”



She pulled him on the bed and laid him on his back. As she straddled him she continued. “…It’s not.”



She positioned herself so he could see her in full view. Her tight corset, which made her waist smaller, and her breast blown up. Her face smiling down on him, proud of her body. The one thing disturbing the perfect picture was the remnants of the green latex, though she had painfully removed some of it again.



“Feel me honey, feel me.” She instructed, and took his arms and placed them on her breasts. He mauled her breast as he was supposed to do.



“I’m a whore, I’ve been paid for, so now you can do everything you want to me. I’ll please you this weekend any way you want, sir. We’ll fuck more than you ever fucked any girl. More than last weekend. Let me drain you out this time.”



Robert had again this weird look in his eyes, but kept on feeling her breasts.



“You’re so handsome, mr Alldring.” And her hand went behind her, straight to his soft penis underneath her, groping it. “You must be working out.”



“Donna…”



“Shhh, sir, let me excite you.” And with that she grabbed her own breast and felt them up, then her hands moved down the corset and on to her vagina. She lifted herself to give him a good view of how she opened up her pussy, and fingered her clit.



“Can you help me with this, sir?” She asked with deliberate fake innocence.



Robert reluctantly played along, giving her his by now normal awkward look. He looked at her vagina hovering above him, while his hands joined hers, gently exploring the tender flesh.



“Oooh, yeaaah…” She encouraged him.



The fact she was in pain didn’t matter, she rather had him fingering her, then being forced to do it herself. She rather had him hurting her, then constantly taking the lead in her own torture. “If he just would fuck me automatically, without my need to encourage him all the time, without me having to act obscenely all the time…”



She jerked his dick with her hand behind her back, while her other hand stroke her own breasts, lifting them out of the corset and raising them so she could lick them. Her own gentle tongue giving some relief to the inflamed skin.



Robert meanwhile felt her wetness and became more daring as she jerked him faster, getting him aroused again.



“Hmmm baby, you like my wet pussy?” And with that she pushed it forward to give him better access. She threw her head back as if enjoying his fingering, and moaned in pain. To distract herself she just focused on jerking him faster, wiggling her hips wilder.



“Fuck baby! You’re hot!” Robert said, as he groped her hips and glided underneath her pussy with his face. He kissed her thighs, and worked his way up to her wet lips, kissing her, biting her softly. She used to like that, probably that’s why he did it, but now it was terrible. Luckily her vagina reacted as if in heat.



His dick hard again, she switched position, into a sixty nine, and sucked his dick. She feared if she wouldn’t fill her mouth with something she would scream out in pain, waking up the whole house. She concentrated on sucking him, mangling his nuts, to get him on the edge of coming. She knew that would take some time, as he just came.



When he finally was up to it she could release herself from his painful bites, hands, and she forced him to take her again, as she lay on her back, and spread her legs wide, knees up. She actually wanted to straddle him, but couldn’t force herself to do it, it would be too painful. She preferred him poking her.



And he did. Rough, hard, and luckily not too long. She quickly grabbed the camera, and filmed their climax, all the way up to his coated dick leaving her vagina.



“That will be so hot to see again when were apart…” she lied to him, as he fell back on the bed.



She gave herself some minutes to recuperate from the pain, but all too soon had to work on her husband again, as he was falling asleep.



“As I’m paid to please you sir, and I’m very expensive, you better get your moneys worth mr Alldring…” she explained as she grabbed him again to force him to fuck her again.



She was up to her fifth fuck and feeling miserable when the cell rang. It was just as she had given the cell to Robert to film her, doing her doggy style.



“Hey, fuck slut, pick up the phone…hey whore, pick up the phone, you’re pimp is calling… come on filthy slut, get that leaky pussy moving and pick up…” screamed through the room.



“What…,who’s calling you?” Robert asked, more surprised by the ring tone.



Donna knew who was calling, and knew she had to pick up the phone.



“Give it to me.” She demanded as she turned with her tear stricken face.



She quickly grabbed the cell from her dumbstruck husband.



“Don’t worry baby, it’s a sick joke from my friends, I can’t …Hello?”



“Hello Cutty.” Ninon said amused.



“Oh, hello mrs Bondain, what …”



“Busy?” Ninon asked.



“Mmm… yes…”



“Tell whoever it is to hang up.” Robert told her. Donna waved her free arm backwards to shush him.



“Tell him to continue fucking you. It’s Robert fucking you, right?” Ninon said.



“…Yes, yes, a moment mrs Bondain.” Donna said and she turned to Robert and whispered “Keep on fucking me, it felt good, and it’s kinky…”



She caressed him as she looked at him with her best innocent smile. She rocked back and forth to get him to go along, and he did, be it a bit absentminded, and shaking his head in disbelief. Being fucked again as told she returned to the phone call quickly.



“Yes, mrs Bondain?”



“Oh I Just wanted to call you to remind you we want some good movies, so you better use good lightning.”



“Oh…” she answered perplexed. She knew she was just checking up on her, but this instruction meant she had to turn on the main light. Right now they were in the cozy light of his childhood lamp.



“I don’t hear him fucking you. He’s not enjoying himself is he. That’s too bad for you…”



Donna knew what was expected of her, and instantly rocked back and forth faster. She looked at Robert, and mimicked the word ‘Harder’ and smiled wickedly. She had to pat him on his thigh to mimic the rhythm she wanted. With a shaking head in disbelief he grabbed her thighs and started to fuck her harder, with longer strokes, and faster. Extremely painful for her. And as he tried to make as little noise as possible, Donna did her best to make as much noise as possible with her behind, slamming it loudly into his forward thrusts.



“That’s better…” Ninon said as she apparently heard the sopping sounds of Robert slamming into her. “That must hurt.”



“It does, mrs Bondain, it does…” Donna answered honestly.



“Good, that’ll teach you not to mess with us anymore, right?”



“Uh,..uh,…, yes mrs Bondain.”



Donna was humiliated to the bone once again, feeling like a puppet on a string. “She had to call exactly at this moment.” She shook her head in disbelief at her bad luck.



“Okay, I’ll be going for a nice relaxing sleep. Keep it up. At how many are you now?”



“One fifth of the quota mrs Bondain.” Donna said. She humped faster as she felt Robert slack again.



“Well you just have to do most of the work by day than. That will be better for the lighting anyway. I’ll be checking on you later. Bye.”



“Bye, mrs Bondain.” And she slumped into the pillow again. Crying softly from the constant pain and humiliation. “Harder baby, faster.” She said.



“Who was that?” Robert asked in between his thrusts.



“Later, later, fuck me, finish me! I’m almost there.”



She lied of course, but Robert couldn’t know. She just mimicked her usual noises as she felt him reacting, so he wouldn’t find out, and soon the fifth fuck was over as he pierced deep into her to release his seeds. She screamed from pain into the pillow. It was the reason she had chosen this position for her last two fucks. She could scream in pain as loud as she could, the pillow silencing her anguish. And her tears were immediately wiped off too, very helpful.



As Robert fell to her side, exhausted, she took a few minutes just laying upright. Her ass high up in the air, her pussy leaking, and her face deeply buried into the pillow. It took some time for the pain to subside, and when she finally raised her head she saw Robert sleeping beside her. She was in limbo if she should wake him or get some much needed sleep herself, but her own exhausted body made the decision, as she fell in a deep sleep herself.

The New Years Family Weekend, Sunday


“Wake up bitch! Time to get that lazy whore’s ass ready for the customers! Hey Bitch! Get the fuck up!”



Donna looked around franticly. The sound came from her cell; where was her cell phone? Her hands searched the bed in the dark as the stream of coarse obscenities from the cell grew louder. Donna finally found it on the table next to her, screaming its filth. The alarm was going off. She quickly pushed as much buttons as she could to turn the alarm off.



"They even set the alarm as a way to fuck me over. What time is it?" Donna asked herself as her heart jumped wildly. She checked the time on the phone. It was 5 o’clock in the morning. She looked around in the dark. Robert was still snoring next to her. He had cuddled into the warm sheets and apparently hadn’t heard a thing, luckily. Donna however was wide awake, full of adrenaline and fully aware of her present dire situation.



Donna was becoming scared of her new cell phone. They had programmed truly evil tricks into it.



"What else was it going to do?" she worried. "Should I deprogram the ring tone and alarm? How?" Donna had never been a master with those kinds of things, electronics and the like. Usually, she asked someone else to help her. "Well, I can always ask Robert." But what would Ms. Brendan or Ninon say if Donna changed the settings? She couldn’t recall whether one of her new rules said that she couldn’t do something like that but then again, the slutty ring tome was in line with what they wanted.



Donna decided it was best to change the ring to vibrate and turn the alarm off. She could reset that herself when she was back and, hopefully, she could throw the cell away soon or say that it was lost. Donna looked around again in the quiet dark room. "They did it on purpose," she realized. "They wanted to help me, knew I would have difficulty getting up…Well, maybe 'help' wasn’t the best word but it’s obvious they wanted me up early. And I should be up if I want to reach my quota."



She looked at the sleeping Robert again and slipped quietly out of the bed. "I need to get myself ready. Remove the last bits of the latex with a warm shower, dress up and fuck him a few times before the family gets up… If at least I reach my damn quota, I’ll have one big problem less to deal with."



Donna quickly moved into the cold bathroom, shut the door and turned on the light. Next she turned on the shower to let it heat up and shivered as she undressed. Naked, she jumped under the hot water and let it warm her body up to temperature again. Luxuriating in the heat, Donna focused on removing the last of the latex. The final patches were still a torture to pull off but despite that she managed to get it all off with soap and lots of warm water. Donna took a long time to recuperate after that, letting the steaming water massage her sore skin.



After her shower, Donna took a moment to survey her naked reflection in the small mirror above the sink. Overall, her skin looked very clean and not as inflamed as it had been, and now only spots where she had been manhandled the most, her breasts, her vagina and her back. But all in all, to her eyes, Donna looked okay. The training of the last months had done wonders for her figure and Donna was proud of that. Her arms were muscled now but not too much, just enough to make them look slender. Just as her legs looked more slender, although her thighs still needed some more work. But her calves and her ankles were great. Donna always had had great long legs but now they were trained and toned they looked hot again.



Her ass was great too, though still a bit too big to be perfect. Her waist and belly looked fine, but there was still a little too much feminine fat. Just as the gay doctor had said, it would be almost impossible to train those last remnants of fat away. The only thing that really disappointed her were her breasts. They were indeed hanging as everybody noticed. Worse, now that the rest of her body was so fit, her sagging breasts really drew attention. She lifted them a bit. With push ups or a corset they still look great, Donna decided. She turned to the side to see how she looked. But they definitely hang too much and they’ve become much too flat.



She was a bit disappointed she didn’t see a real change in her skin. It was more once you looked close up that you saw she had less spots now. Some old scars had disappeared, some birthmarks had disappeared but her skin was still much the same. The forced tan that she now had was a much more noticeable change. Strange that she felt so frustrated about it but the laser treatment that she had been subjected to had been a waste of time, no matter all the pain that she had suffered!



But her teeth were a huge difference. Before, Donna’s teeth were a little bit yellowish and now they were a bright white. When she smiled, Donna saw a perfect Colgate smile, the kind that she had always wanted. Her old grey fillings were replaced with white ones that disappeared against her natural teeth. The dentist even had worked relentlessly on her jaws, enlarging surface of her teeth against her gums while deep cleaning her teeth to their roots. It was the deep cleaning that had caused such pain and she could see that her gums were still inflamed from the harsh treatment.



When she smiled a big smile, the diamond, or whatever it really was that had been mounted on her tooth, was visible. Donna tried various smiles to see when the glittering stone was visible and when it wasn’t. "I wonder if it is going to draw attention all of the time."



Much to her relief, Donna could see that the diamond wasn’t such a big thing after all. She could hide it in her normal life and flash her newly whorish smile, which Ms Brendan wanted and forced her to have, in her new life. Oddly, Donna felt grateful that Ms Brendan had not picked a more obvious setting to display the flashy diamond.



At that, she sat down on the edge of the small toilet, embarrassed with herself. She was definitely changing; she could feel it. The constant sex, her erotic clothing, the web sites, the pictures, so many sex toys, it had had an effect on her. She was getting more and more accustomed to being immersed in constant sex and sexuality. Donna had just checked herself out as if she was still a teenager hunting boys, or worse, a slut prowling for men. Donna found herself accepting the permanent changes to her own body so easily. Changes she never had wanted nor had asked for.



"It’s normal, I guess. I’m just adjusting to this constant torture. Even my pain level isn’t what it used to be anymore. I still have pain everywhere, especially inside my vagina, but I’m still going to fuck Robert as many times as I can today. I wouldn’t never have had the stamina a month ago or tolerated the pain but now I do."



Donna braced herself as the chill crept back into the tiny bathroom. "If I don’t, they’ll punish me and not necessarily with a harsh whipping or another rape. They’ll do something horrible, probably to my daughters, or to Robert. So I have to quit whining and get on with it. Focus on the job at hand and only that." With that, Donna stood up and finished drying herself. She tiptoed back into the cold dark bedroom to pick out new set of whorish clothing.



Robert woke up and noticed someone sucking his dick. He lifted his body as he saw his lovely wife in another outrageous outfit sucking him, smiling at him.



“Good morning, Mr. Alldring,” Donna said, as she jerked his dick with one hand and took in a long breath. “Had a good sleep?”



“Donna…”



“Shhhh,” Donna said as she went down on him again. She moved her body in waves as she bobbed her head up and down his erect shaft, making sure he saw her back and especially her ass swaying seductively. At the same time, her hair stroked his thighs and waist. When she was certain that Robert was awake and aroused enough, she lifted her body up. Donna positioned herself on her knees, her posture tall, a big smile on her face. One hand kept stoking his erection to keep him in the mood.



Robert saw that his wife was wearing a sexy white corset this time. It was tight around her waist and pushed up her big breasts. The corset only covered a small part of her breasts, leaving most of her cleavage and her erect nipples free. Around Donna’s neck was a white lace collar. Her hair had tumbled loose this time, nicely combed but disarrayed, even a bit wild, due to her sucking. It only made her look hotter. His eyes went down from her smiling face to her big exposed breasts, to her waist, her ass - no panties, just a shaved pussy, wet, right there and obviously ready.



Donna rolled her hips when she saw Robert ogling her now writhing ass, making the glittering chain that dangled from her navel piercing sway seductively above her exposed snatch. Robert looked at the perfect view he had of her hips for a moment and then took in her pretty legs alongside his body. They were in light blue fence-net stockings, the kind with the really large knit. It was obvious they weren’t for the cold, just for the eye. Donna had completed the picture with her white high pumps from yesterday.



Robert was clearly amazed his wife would dress up like this. With some pride, Donna noticed Robert’s wide eyes absorbing the picture of his sexy wife in the bright light of the room, and clearly enjoying what he saw.



“Do I please you sir?” she asked playfully.



“Yes, Donna, you do…”



“Finally, an answer without a ‘but’.” Donna was pleased with that. It encouraged her to continue. She crawled on her knees upright over him, up to his waist. She made sure he saw her well-curved body clearly, from her seductively smiling face, to her swinging breasts, her swinging piercing, and most of all her wet and waiting pussy.



This time she could ride him, would ride him. The pain in her vagina was much less compared to the night before, her skin less inflamed. Donna felt capable of being much more involved now and thus much more in charge.



Donna expertly slipped his hard-on inside her pussy. She slowly started to move her body up and down, playing with her nipples to put on a show and smiling. Robert just lay perplexed and looked at her. He clearly couldn’t understand his wife but was aroused enough not to object. No, it would be clear to anyone looking that Robert really enjoyed what was happening. His eyes told Donna that he loved the view, admired her body. His eyes said how hot Robert thought she was and that pleased Donna the most.



“I do have a nice body, right Mr. Alldring?” She mocked at him, taking up her whore act again. Robert nodded and she felt him coming to a climax. Fast, just as she had hoped.



“Oh my, aren’t you the early morning mister!” She said as she picked up the cell and started to film the end of their first fuck session of the day.



Robert came quickly, not even using his hands to touch her. She felt him spurt inside her, saw him grunting. She filmed as much as she could, of Robert, of her pussy riding his dick, and eventually of the semen leaking out of her vagina, alongside his softening dick. Donna decided that she had better film their faces, their smiles too, considering that Robert thought the video was just for them. It would look weird if all the video had only their sex organs coated with cum.



“That will be so hot to look at later” Donna said as she laid the cell phone aside and returned to suck his cum-coated dick one more time. Gross, but with a few quick swallows she had the cum removed and was happily sucking him again.



Robert looked around at the bright light in the room. “What time is it?” he asked.



“Around six, Sir, we have like three hours of pleasure ahead for us,” Donna answered, trying to sound as eager for more as she could. “That is, Sir, before your family will be awake and might interrupt us.”



Donna wanted another five fucks at least and hopefully more. She already had one and Robert was getting hard again. All was going well.



“Donna, what has come over you? Last weekend, you were also this horny. You’ve never been like this,” Robert said.



Donna didn’t want to get involved in a long discussion that would distract from the all of the fucking that she wanted but she had to say something.



“I’m horny, and … well, I just want you to remember me when you’re away. Between all those beautiful Asian women and ... you know,” Donna replied, “I had to topple the last weekend. So I just did what friends of mine suggested. And it seems to be working.”



Robert shook his head in disbelief but his cock was rock hard again.



“I appreciate that but you… you do it too much in the open. The clothing you had on when we arrived, what would people say? What would my family, my parents say? What would people where I work say if they saw you looking like this? It could cost me my job.”



"It’ll cost you lots more if I don’t," Donna said to herself as she sucked deeply once again before she answered.



“Mr Alldring, if you just would let go of what other people think, most of them would be jealous of you. How many men have a beautiful slut available for all their needs? I am beautiful, right?” Donna smiled and fell into one of her poses. She lay backwards on her side, one leg bent at the knee, the other straight, toes pointed, so that Robert had an excellent view of her breasts and pussy. Robert didn’t dare complain when he was so obviously taking in the view that she gave him.



“You’re right,” Robert replied with a sigh but Donna knew that wasn’t the end of it yet.



"He’s still suspicious. And I’m actually glad about that. It means that he truly does know me. He knows this is so against my character. He is going along for now because he doesn’t want to hurt me – until he should find out what is really going on."



Donna sucked him for a while again as he laid back and enjoyed the feel of it, patting her gently on her head. As Donna dutifully slaved away on the hard cock in her mouth, it occurred to her that she had never done this with Robert before or with anyone ever for that matter -- fucking, then sucking again and fucking again.



"Funny," Donna thought as she licked his shaft and smiled. "I’m almost ready to mount him again. I don’t mind doing this anymore, but before even proposing a blow job after sex would have made me just plain angry out of pure revulsion. From now on that attitude is in the trash bin. Even if he finds out the truth…"



The next three fucks went by fast. Robert not only didn’t complain anymore but he vigorously fucked Donna in any position that she offered. At the same time, Donna played the happy hooker, apparently delighted in her 'work,' and more and more daringly.



Telling him what a big dick he had, what great stamina, what a cute face, how Mr. Alldring knew how to treat a woman - all things she normally might have said, if she had felt that way at the time. Now, none of it was real; now it was a show, and though it pleased him obviously, it was clear to both she was just acting.



It was during the fifth fuck when she dared to take him further, and pulled her carry-on bag from underneath the bed as she sat on top of him, Robert’s hard dick planted firmly inside her.



“What the …!” Robert exclaimed angrily as he saw the contents. His eyes were big as saucers.



“They packed it for me, hon.” She quickly defended herself, seeing his quick mood change “And I figured…”



“This is too much, Donna. You have to stop this right now. I mean the role play, the clothing. Alright, I can play along for a bit. But this… this is just sick.”



He looked with disgust at what was in the bag – several dildos in a rainbow of colors and sizes, clamps, a whip, lingerie, corsets, a pile of flashy clothes, all crammed into Donna’s small suitcase.



Donna’s mind raced as he went on cursing at her, not even looking at the bag anymore. Donna had to take control of the situation, had to get Robert to go along. She needed pictures of them fucking, using those toys, her wearing those clothes.



Donna let Robert vent for a bit, spiting insults at her, making clear how hurt he was by what she was doing. She felt pity for him, but he didn’t understand the situation she was in and so she bade her time until he finally quieted down and she had her chance.



“Mr Alldring,” Donna said coldly, pretending to be angry, “now you just listen to me for a change. These toys will be used on me. I want it and I know you’ll like it. Stop being such a prude and hypocrite. Who was the man who wanted naked pictures of this whore in the first place? Who probably shared those pictures with his buddies during a drunken night out?”



From the look on his face, Donna knew she had found Robert out cold. “That’s what got me in these problems, mister” she thought annoyed.



“So now you just enjoy these sex lessons and do like I say. All men like to see a sexy women work her pussy with a big dildo. You are no exception, Mr. Alldring.”



“Let me see…,” Donna chose a small pink vibrator from the bag and turned it on, “… where should I put this?”



Robert looked still angry but kept silent. Donna had never been the one who fought back when Robert was upset. , so he was a bit taken aback. Usually she didn’t because he was right, as he was now too actually. But now things were different and she had to convince him that she wanted lots of hot sex and with toys too, that he was wrong and needed to go along. Robert wouldn’t want to and her only chance as she saw it was to press as hard as she could. “He will go along now, just to avoid a discussion about him revealing the pictures…” Donna knew, and smiled as she thought of this as a bit of a revenge.



She spat on the vibrator, coated it with saliva and inserted it into her pussy until only the black base stuck out.



“Come here, Mr. Alldring,” Donna instructed. “Grab the base and start pumping it in and out.”



Donna grabbed Robert’s hand and forced it to hold the vibrator. She guided his pumping motionas she looked him dominatingly in the eye. “This is how I like it and I know you’ll like it too, Mr. Alldring.”



She kissed him, forcing her tongue deep inside his mouth, moaning and sucking on his tongue. Donna lifted her breasts to his mouth, her nipples stiff and in front of his eyes, and with a glance urged him to suck on them.



“Good, Mr. Alldring, very good. And I see your penis is approving too.” Donna cooed, watching Robert stiffen up nicely as he obediently licked at her nipples.



“Now, no more of your foolish complaints. Nobody will know anything about what we do in this room. You just use me any way that you like. Excite me with these sexy toys, and we’ll do just fine together.”



Robert didn’t answer but kept on pumping the vibrator into her. Donna’s forceful, manipulative actions had Robert fully cooperating, even if he didn’t really want to. Despite herself, Donna was proud of herself. True, being angry at Robert made it easier to be demanding but, Her stern instructions were followed by to the letter.



“Fuck me with that dildo, Mr. Alldring, fuck me faster, harder. Make me cum.” And with that she spread her bent legs to give her husband better access. It stretched her pussy painfully. She also leaned back and arching her trained body seductively, showing him all her goods as he was pumping the vibrator in and out of her.



“Get a bigger dildo and shove it in me!” she said. She wanted Robert to take something from the bag. That would make him fully responsible too, make him a true compliant. He couldn’t blame her anymore after doing that. It would pave the way for her quota.



Among all the things Ms. Brendan wanted her to do, the only thing that scared Donna was anal sex. "They want me to do that with him and I can. But I’ve never done it with Robert and he’s never wanted it. Now if I do it I’m pushing him. What if he notices that I’m taking it way too easy? Robert’s no fool. He’ll start to wonder what’s going on and I can’t have him starting to snoop around…”



But as he stuck a bigger dildo in her pussy, Donna took the risk and forced his hand to place the small vibrator at her ass hole. She did it with her eyes closed. She lifted her legs up into the air backwards, so her ass hole was accessible easily and pushed, her hand over his, to insert the dildo in her back passage gently.



Donna moaned in fake ecstasy and peeked out from under almost closed eyelids at his reaction. Robert was on his knees, doing his best to pump both rods into her holes. She had him eagerly participating!



“Amazing, the power of a slut!” Donna told herself, feeling immensely proud. The next hour was a complete power trip for Donna. She forced Robert to use more of the toys on her, even the painful nipple clamps, and the whip. Though with the last, she made sure that he stroked her gently, settling on a stroke that merely brushed against her. Her skin was too sensitive and she was afraid it would leave permanent marks.



And as she faked orgasm after orgasm, Donna found that she could get Robert to cum again and again, and he didn’t have to be pushed to film her anymore. He filmed her filled front and rear with dildos, took close ups of her breasts sporting shiny steel nipple clamps, holding the whip in her mouth, offering her ass to a paddle, letting his cum dribble over her lips and down her chin -- all sorts of obscene poses. Whatever reservations he might have once had, Robert was finally enjoying it, and used her as if she really was a prostitute.



It ended with them taking a well deserved shower together. They had stopped as they had heard people stumbling through the house, and kitchen wear clutter. From then on any moment the kids could storm into the room, as they usually did when at grandmother’s house, so it was best to stop.



“That was… well, … different,” Robert said, almost as if he were speaking to himself as he sat on the bed after the shower, putting on his socks.



“It’s not over yet,” Donna replied as she came out of the bathroom with a bright smile, wrapped in a tiny towel.



Robert looked at her and finally noticed it. “What’s that on your teeth?”



“Excuse me?” Donna answered, really not knowing what Robert was talking about.



“Something on your teeth glitters when you smile.” Robert stood up and before she could do anything had lifted her lip to see the diamond set in her tooth.



“You have inserted something like a diamond in a tooth?” Robert asked in disbelief.



“Oh, hon, think nothing of it…” Donna answered casually, still in whore-mode and thus not seeing it as such a big thing.



“Donna, this is serious. This isn’t just a whim type of thing. This is permanent and thought through, planned. You don’t just wake up one day and go to a dentist to ask him to stick a diamond on your teeth. What is wrong with you? Why do you do these things? It’s just like your piercing. You know I don’t like these things. And especially a flashy, tawdry sort of thing like a diamond on your tooth. Why didn’t you put a string of gold teeth while you were at it?”



Donna understood this was something that her current role could not handle. Her mind raced again, looking for a solution. Something that would give her back control.



"Best defense is an attack," Donna decided, and did just that.



“I like it, and I did it yesterday, when I had a doctor’s appointment,” Donna spat back. “It is permanent, much more than the piercing and still nobody notices. I mean, you have seen me for two days and you finally see it just now.”



“It’s whorish. We don’t do these things!” Robert replied, unconvinced.



“I like it. It’s beautiful, and lots of women nowadays do it.” Donna said firmly.



“I don’t believe that. I haven’t seen even one of my colleagues’ wives having done that. It just isn’t done. It’s just plain ugly. It ruins your smile, your looks!”



“Robert…,” Donna said calmly, “I like it, I did it, it’s done and if you love me, you’ll stop complaining. Just as with the piercing, you just accept it, and just as with the piercing you’ll like it eventually.”



“No! I don’t like the piercing one bit either. You’ve been doing these things ever since I’ve been gone. It’s as though you gone crazy or something. I don’t even know you anymore. Who are these ‘friends” that are telling you to do these things?”



“Robert, don’t lie to me. You lick and kiss my piercing every time we fuck. You play with it every time. Don’t deny that. And my friends don’t tell me what to do. I decided this for myself. I thought it would be nice. Different than the boring people you know.”



“Donna…!”



“Don’t ‘Donna’ me, Mr. Alldring. I’m fed up with that. We have fucked in all sorts of positions, doggy-style, from the side, me on top, if you didn’t notice. You used me in all sorts of ways and I let you. We enjoyed a whole new kind of lovemaking. With toys and role-playing and more.” Donna could feel the power surge coming back to her. She was on a roll and there was nothing Robert could say or do. “So don’t start this macho male thing with me. You don’t tell me what to do. I do as I please. I even have my own job now. You’re going all the time and I have to do everything on my own. I don’t want you to lecture me. I know for myself what I can and cannot do. This diamond stays, as does the piercing, and whatever else I decide to do to myself!”



They looked each other in the eye, both angry. After a short standoff, Robert stood up, clearly wanting to leave.



“No!” Donna said, as she grabbed him and turned him to face her once again. She let her towel purposely fall to the ground. “Don’t you run away from me, Mr. Alldring.”



Donna watched Robert’s eyes drop to her piercing and she pushed up her breasts to remind him what she had to offer.



“Don’t you leave me alone now.” Donna murmured in a much softer, gentle voice. “I knew you wouldn’t like it. I knew you would be angry.” She kissed him lovingly. “But I wanted it. Wanted it so badly…”



“But why?” he asked, softened by her gentleness. “Why Donna? You know it’s so slutty. It’s trailer trash.”



“Haven’t you noticed I matured sexually? Somehow you leaving me all alone has spurred my interest in sex. I think of it much more. And when you’re with me, I want to explore. Do kinky things.” Donna kissed him on his face, in his neck.



“I don’t know what has come over me. But the piercing, the diamond, it isn’t that bad. Just accept it, Robert, enjoy it. Know when you see it that I did it for you. To be sexual attractive for you, and you alone…”



"Boy, do I lie easily now," Donna thought, surprising herself.



Donna looked her husband deep into his eyes, to pull him over the line, make him accept what in his heart he shouldn’t.



"I don’t even want these things myself, hate them. That damn piercing gets stuck in my clothing; it hurts when it gets stuck on something. It’s just one more way Ms. Brendan tortures me. And Robert’s right, that bloody diamond is total trailer trash."



“Okay, dear … I don’t know why I put up with these things. I just love you too much.” Robert said.



Donna felt all the more guilty but she was happy that once again Robert had given in to her.



They kissed for a long time, and she pressed her naked body to his body. Donna was tempted to go for another fuck, but then her daughters barged in.



“Ooops, sorry!” the girls laughed as they scurried out of the room again, sneaking little peeks as they went.



“Just wanted to inform you guys breakfast is ready!” Trixy shouted from the hallway as the girls departed.



“We gotta go,” Robert said as he hugged Donna lovingly.Donna’s mind was spinning. She had needed more time. Robert had to go along with her new attire in public.



“Look…” She didn’t know what to say!



“I… I…I want you to support me…”



“Of course I will,” Robert answered gently.



“No… I… I’ll test you… No, I …” She didn’t know what to tell him or how. How could Donna get Robert to accept the clothes that they had left her to wear? It seemed just impossible.



“Look… get dressed and see me down stairs, ok?” Robert told her, kissed her and walked out of the room.



Donna picked up the towel and sat down on the bed. She felt as though the moment of truth had arrived. She had to go down stairs wearing something kinky. Something the family wouldn’t approve. Something Robert wouldn’t. He had forgiving her the flight, the way she had arrived coated in ugly latex, her public exposure dressed like a slut, the piercing and the diamond, the kinky sex but if she continued her dressing up like a whore, -- no, that he wouldn’t tolerate. But if she didn’t, Hell would await all of them...



A silence fell when Donna entered the kitchen. Most of the family members were there, old and young, and everyone gaped at the awkward person who strutted in.



Donna smiled uncertainly. She had expected a reaction but now she began to wonder if she could pull it off. As the seconds passed and nobody even so much as blinked, Donna grew more certain that this was going very badly. Looks of surprise changed to disgust as they saw what she was wearing. It was so different from their casual t-shirts, jeans, and sweaters. The clicking of her high heels echoed through the silent room as she walked up to the kitchen table. Under angry stares, Donna sat down next to Robert, gently pushing a young nephew to move over.



She looked at a beet-red Robert, not knowing quite what to say or how to act. The reaction of the family, even though she anticipated something bad, was much worse than she had imagined. Sitting there, it sunk in; Donna had not chance of pulling it off. Her plan had involved an open discussion about what a woman could wear, about her own freedom. She figured that in this family she was already seen as a modern women and had the freedom to try out her new attire off without a confrontation.



She figured in this family she was already seen as a modern women, and thus could do her new attire off as a 'try-out', a rebellion against women’s oppression. But her plan, the discussion that she wanted to have, needed some comment, someone to make a remark, before she could start. The deadly silence was fatal to her plan but there was nothing she could do. Donna didn’t dare to speak out first and as time dragged on, she felt too ashamed of herself to maintain the buoyant, rebellious mood that had carried her forward so far. And once out of it she knew she was lost.



Seconds of utter silence stretched into what seemed an endless vacuum. Even the children at the table who couldn’t comprehend what was going on were looking at her, knowing that she had done something bad.



“What has gotten in to you?” Robert hissed at her, Too embarrassed to even look at her. He nervously looked across the room at his mother, seeing she was about to explode.



The older woman was at first flabbergasted, and just stood at the sink in shock. But Donna saw her now slowly composing herself, and pure anger was taking over. Donna feared the upcoming outburst.



A quick glimpse at her daughters let her see how ashamed they were too. Donna knew she was on her own.



“Let’s go, let’s go for a ride…” she whispered back to Robert, eyes cast down. Anything to get out of this room before the storm broke.



“Excuse me?”



“Let’s go, let’s go for a ride!!” she pressed on. “Please!”



Donna had to get out of there as soon as possible. She couldn’t handle this. This was worse than she ever could have imagined. This silence… they all were insulted. They were all angry. She had to get out, fast, before all Hell broke loose.



Robert angrily threw his napkin on the table and excused himself as he got up. Donna mumbled something of an apology as she got up too. Still nobody said a word, all of them looking at Donna, dressed as if she had stepped straight out of a lewd porn movie.



“Quick!” Donna whispered to Robert as he gave her an utterly degrading look. She tugged at his sweater to get him to walk to the door faster. No time for discussions right now.



“Sorry…” Robert spat angrily at no one in particular and he took his wife by the arm roughly towards the hall, out of the room and away.



As they exited, an uncle arrived for breakfast who was as shocked as the rest. “What…?” he said surprised as he walked by into the kitchen. Turning to see if he wasn’t dreaming, holding the kitchen door open.



“Wait!” the angry voice of Robert’s mom rang through the opened door as Donna was quickly zipping up her short, too short leather jacket.



“Let’s go!” Donna urged, knowing Robert’s mother would be on them any moment. Donna was frantic to run away as fast as she could.



“How could you?” Robert asked her cuttingly as he quickly slipped a scarf about his neck and put on his long coat. He obviously wanted to move out fast too.



“What is this!?” Robert’s mother had entered the hall all too soon “What is going on under my roof!?”



“Sorry, Mom, I don’t know but I’ll talk it over with Donna.” Robert said. He obviously didn’t want a scene.



“Donna, what were you thinking, coming into the kitchen like this? There are children present. How dare you?” Robert’s mother berated Donna, ignoring her son completely.



Donna didn’t know what to say, and just stood silently, red-faced, staring down at her toes in shame.



“We have been good to you! We made you a part of our family. Yesterday, I put aside your rudeness in arriving so late. I made excuses for you going to bed so early and then the noise you made all night long. But this…this is a disgrace!”



Donna didn’t know what to say. She felt completely defenseless, and she had caused it all by herself. By her own actions.



“Last night we put up a good face and laughed at what everyone could hear, your slutty cries, the sounds that you made, saying Robert was making up for lost time. But I know my Robert. He would never do that on his own. He respects me! He respects women. I knew it was you! Now on top of that insult, you saunter in like the common whore you were last night. No shame! No shame at all!! Showing of those saggy bags as if those are something to be proud of! How dare you! You insult me on purpose! I don’t want you anymore in this house! You take your filth out of here, and don’t come back anymore. You are not welcome anymore!”



“Mom, please…” Robert tried to intervene, angry at Donna but trying to save the situation. “Let me handle this. I’ll fix it, make things up to you.”



“No!” His mother cut Robert off. “I thought this girl was decent! What sort of woman comes walking into a family kitchen filled with kids dressed like a whore?! You married a slut. A whore. And she did it on purpose! She wanted to insult me! Get out of my house! Get out!!!”



“Mom, that’s enough!” Robert said. He pulled the door open and pushed Donna out into the cold. Saving her from a more physical attack from his by now hysterical mother.



With just her small jacket on, Donna shivered as Robert continued to try to calm his mother down. She continued to call Donna a whore, a slut, and whatever else came to mind until Robert finally managed to shut the door. Donna had never seen her this angry. She probably had never been.



“In the car!” Robert commanded as he unlocking the doors with his remote.



Donna quickly walked up to the car in silence, and hopelessly lost. Ashamed of her own actions, knowing she screwed up big time and also thinking of how this would influence her task. Donna got in as Robert started the engine. As they pulled away, Donna looked back to see his family watching them go. At the still open front door, several still tried to calm his mother down.



“What the fuck were you thinking!!!” Robert exploded when they turned the first corner. “How could you walk into the kitchen dressed like that?! Haven’t you got any sense? Did you deliberately want a fight with my mother?”



Donna kept silent as Robert’s tirade went on. Soon she felt her tears well up and she started to cry out of pure misery. What she had feared had happened. Her good relationship with Robert’s mother had been shattered. With his whole family she had screwed it up in just a mere seconds. How stupid she was; Robert was rightfully angry at her.



It took more than an hour driving before Robert finally cooled down. By then, they had driven far away and he parked on a large empty parking lot. All the while he had shouted at her, telling her how stupid she was, that what she had done was evil, that she had insulted his family in the worst possible ways.



“Why, Donna? Why?” Robert slumped over the steering wheel, staring out at the grey winter scenery. “Why…?” He just couldn’t understand his new wife.



Donna just cried and crawled up to him. Robert embraced her and they sat like that for a long time. Donna crying, Robert talking to himself, trying to make some sense out of what had happened.



“I will quit my job, and come back…” he finally said.



“No…no, Robert, no…,” Donna whispered softly back.



“What then, Donna, what then? What can I do to stop this nonsense? What has gotten into you?”



Robert’s sadness pulled Donna out of her emotional break down. Listening to his sweet forgiving voice, sensing his love for her, allowed Donna the chance to consider her situation one more time. She thought about Vivian, and how easily, cruelly they disposed of her. They would not hesitate to do the same to her family; of that, she was sure. They couldn’t flee. There was no money, their credit cards were almost all maxed out. They would go after their families, or find them. Escape just wasn’t an option.



"I’ve been through a lot already. The only way to protect the people that I love is by doing what I’m told. I’ve got to be strong now. I knew it could end up like this but it isn’t the end of the world. Robert still loves me, and I still love him. Our children love us. And they all will keep on loving me, no matter how horribly I behave. So it’s best to bide my time. Until Ms. Brendan gets tired of me or I find a way to get out.Maybe I’ll find a way to get back at her. Find her weak spot. And if I go along, just like I did now, she might be less hard on me and she’ll become less demanding, maybe only once a week thing or so. I might negotiate something with her. When I’m old an ugly, she won’t want me. If I wait and go along for now, I’m protecting his family by distancing myself from them, and in the end, Robert will understand…”



Donna mustered up all her will power. “I don’t know, Robert. I just wanted to play and play. I loved it so much. You were so fantastic…”



Robert fell silent for a while at this. Donna anxiously waited for his response. She hoped he would fall for it.



“I… don’t know what to say…,” Robert muttered finally.“Don’t say anything. Drive to a motel…” Donna said.



She figured she needed a place to sleep anyway, as his mother’s house was out of the question now. His mother would not forgive her so easily as Robert – if she ever would. If she got a room in a motel she could think things through, and but in the mean time fuck him some more. Though the latter would be difficult; Robert wasn’t in the mood, and she knew he would get angry at her again if she made the slightest wrong move, gesture.



Robert was silent again for a while and then shifted the car into drive. He pulled slowly out of the parking lot and in silence they cruised the road for a motel. Donna lovingly caressed Robert as he drove. She made sure not to make it erotic, just a gentle and loving touch.



Robert parked in front of the reception of a small motel nearby.



“I don’t know,” he said, lost in himself as he looked at the drab motel in front of them. Donna wondered if Robert was aware of his surroundings at all.



“Just rent a room…,” Donna suggested and cuddled against Robert’s side. Her head submissively on his chest, facing down, playing the unprotected weak woman yielding to the big man. It was so manipulative; she hated herself for it but she needed time with Robert to patch things up.



Robert finally got out of the car and went in. Donna watched him speak with the receptionist as she sorted thing out. "Robert knows I’ll have to stay at a motel tonight. This one’s just as good as the next. But how will I maneuver Robert into staying away from his family, his daughters and with me? Should I let him pick them up and bring them here? No, that wouldn’t work, that would only make them team up against me..."



And Donna felt so much more at ease with just Robert there. "But he won’t spend New Years Eve without them. Maybe its best if I do without them, him …"



Robert walked up to the car. “I got us a room…” he said as he opened Donna’s door.



Donna stepped out into the cold and together they walked to the rented room. She knew they would look like a whore and her john. “And in a way, it is just that…” she figured.



Donna’s mixed emotions tore at her. She was angry at herself but at the same time couldn’t avoid a flood of self pity. She had been treated so badly lately. Nothing she did was good enough. On top of that, bad luck always seemed to pop up. On the other hand, she shamelessly had manipulated her husband into doing what she wanted, not what he thought was right. All the flirting lessons, the sex lessons – whatever natural skills that Donna had had before were enhanced now to a level she never knew she was capable of. How easy it had been to wrap Robert around her finger like any other man! “And in a way, it is just that…” she figured.



As she looked at Robert opening the door for her, she wondered how Robert failed to see right through her act. Are all men so easily fooled? Even the one that’s supposed to know you best? No woman would fall for her tricks. That was one of the worst things about her tormentors. They knew all the female tricks as they were females themselves. They do see through all her acts. It’s why they are so successful in tormenting her, in dominating her, she understood now.



"All the more reason to continue with what they want me to do," Donna conceded as she walked into the warm room. "Until I can see past them, I can’t fight them as an equal. I can’t see their weaknesses."



Thinking these insubordinate thoughts revived her spirits and made her a bit upbeat again. "I should not loose the will to fight them. Every time I’m down that is what brings me up again. And it is something I should do. I should never stop fighting them, even though I temporarily have to give in."



She looked around the room, seeing the two beds, the television, the small kitchen, the dingy walls. Robert turned up the heat and unbuttoned his coat. The cheap furniture, the ugly colors, it fitted her current situation. Just another punishment that she deserved.



“What do we do now?” he said as he sat down on one of the beds.



The bed banged against the wall as though it were about to collapse. Donna walked up to him, making sure he saw how hurt she still was. She kissed him long and passionately. When she let go, she stood upright in front of him. She had unzipped her jacket, so he got see her attire.



“I don’t know,” she said seductively.



Donna looked her husband in the eye and caressed his face, guiding his hand to her’s. They touched each other for a long time, looking in each other’s eyes until she bent forward and kissed him, gently pushed him back onto the bed.



They made out for a while, slowly at first. Donna let him build up his stamina, his lust for her. She knew that this time she had to let Robert control their love making. All she could do, had to do, was to follow his lead, let him believe that she liked everything he did.



“I love you, Robert,” Donna whispered and kissed his neck.



After a long time he finally was getting in to it. Donna made sure she pressed herself closely to him, that they kissed a lot, so he could only see her face. She tried her best to hold his gaze to keep him in his love mode. This time, he shouldn't fuck her; this time, it had to be real love making. The ultimate seduction. Maybe after that, Robert would be on her side again or at least not against her.



It was the first time of the weekend they were truly making love. No role playing, just passion. Donna felt so close to him and above all, she felt safe. Somehow, Robert would protect her against the evil that was overwhelming her. His love for her would pull them through.



And she noticed Robert’s mood had changing. He wasn’t complaining anymore; to the contrary; he was gently enjoying her body, as he lovingly slipped off her clothing. The trashy, filthy stockings, whorish pumps, the corset, it was just in the way now.



“You’re so beautiful” Robert said sincerely, looking at her as if seeing her in some new way. Donna wondered what he might be thinking. She repaid the compliment with another long kiss.



It was a beautiful love session. They slowly aroused each other, comfortable with each other’s body, how to touch and kiss, what pleased the other. When they were both undressed, he slowly, caringly entered into her vagina, waiting whenever she made the slightest noise of discomfort. She faked that part a bit, just to make sure make sure his caring nature was nurtured.



When his penis finally did enter her totally, they began to rock slowly in unison. Constantly they were kissing, embracing, caressing. Robert slowly rolled her over and they went into the missionary position – how they normally made love. No more Robert towering over her, eying her body like an animal. No more rough thrusting into her, no more playing the wanton slut. No, this time, Robert pressed against her as they kissed, only their hips moving. The gentle way of love making worked wonders to her own arousal, filling Donna with an energy that made her feel so good. She felt her vagina was wet and leaking but this time from pure arousal.



Robert was better too; after all his recent sex, Robert could hold on much longer than ever before. She felt so good just laying there, rocking her hips with his, feeling his penis inside her, having him kiss her, love her. Loving the old Donna.



And even when he finally came, he was gentle. He bucked just a little bit harder, after she just had reached her own peak. Donna felt his warm sperm inside her, felt it shoot out of his penis, deep into her womb. After that, they laid together for a long time, embracing one another, not saying a word. Donna knew she had the old Robert back again. She had pulled it off.



“You know Donna,” Robert finally said as he rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling “it’s weird how your behavior lately has been so out of place.”



Donna looked at him wondering if she should tell him everything. Now was the right moment, she knew. Now his love for her was at its peak.



“Especially since my career has had such a huge upturn. It’s like I can’t have both. When our lives were going along without much future, you behaved normally. It was my job that was frustrating. I couldn’t get my career going, not matter what I did. Now my career is booming -- and I really mean booming -- and you seem to be doing your best to ruin our personal life.”



Robert turned to his wife and caressed her cheek, and looked her in the eye. “I still love you very much and I do love the way you try to please me sexually. Even if it is much too much for me, too kinky.”



Donna started to say something, to explain everything to him but he gently silenced her a finger across her lips. She knew that she had to let him talk first.



“I mean, can you imagine, Ms. Brendan calls me almost daily with compliments. She’s showing real interest in my work. And I’m doing a terrific job for her! My colleagues envy me. Everyone says a big promotion is on the way. If this marketing project keeps going as perfectly as it has ‘til now, we’re rich for the rest of our lives! Can you imagine?”



Mentioning Ms. Brendan made Donna hesitate and think again about coming out. What was Ms. Brendan was up to? Donna knew Ms. Brendan didn’t call Robert just to talk about work but also as warning to her that she even controlled her husband, had him under her thumb too.



“And you’re being good friends with her, something Ms. Brendan mentions all the time, is certainly working out fine for me.”



Donna felt tears welling up in her eyes as she realized what really was going on.



“I don’t mind my colleagues thinking that she promotes me because of that. I can handle that and I see it as a lucky happenstance that I deserve after all the hardships. But I think she’s a bad influence on you. I know you go out with her and I know about her dark side. The word is that she’s a lesbian and they say she lives a pretty wild personal life…”



Robert rolled on his side and looked at her intently.



“She’s the one who told you to play this awful role, … this whore thing, for me, right? Ms. Brendan told me that she would convince you to be good to me because I did such a good job for her.”



Robert rolled back on his back. “You know, I don’t like it that you’re such good friends with her and her crew. But as it is we’ll just have to go along for now.”



Robert looked at her again. “I just want you to know that Ms. Brendan is incredibly powerful. I mean… she knows everyone, even every key person in the Asian market. She knows them all and my colleagues say that she knows everyone in America and Europe too. She has the power to make me and break me. If she wants to, she can destroy me, and I mean really ‘destroy.’ And she let’s me know it too. If I fail, if we fail, in any way to please her, she can and will ruin us. I’ve heard stories…”



He fell silent and Donna looked at her husband, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. She knew now Ms. Brendan had her husband under her control too. Robert was afraid of her too, be it for his job, his career, which meant everything for him.



“I don’t want to scare you off. Just stay friends with her and be careful. You’re the weak link.” Robert turned back to her as he said that.



“Don’t get me wrong,” he tried to assure her. “I don’t mean it as badly as it sounds and I’m at fault too. But it’s so strange that she likes you so much. It would ruin us if she gets mad at you and, because of you, at me.”



He fell back on his back, looking guilty.



“I’m no saint either,” he confessed quietly. “But you dressing up as you did, coming off the plane, coming down to breakfast the way you were, if she found out, she wouldn’t hesitate to take me off the project, and worse…”



Donna looked at her troubled husband. He genuinely feared Ms. Brendan. What stories had he heard? What fucked up things she does business wise? And she believed him based on her own experience that she would ruin him, them, in a blink.



“She hates sexual harassment. She’s fired men and women for inappropriate behavior on numerous occasions. Everybody knows. She keeps her private life private, you understand? When she told you to play this sex game of yours, she meant just for me, not the whole family. You took it too far.”



Now Donna felt truly lost. Ms. Brendan was even smarter than she feared. Ms. Brendan’s private life was some vast secret, save for a few vague rumors that circulated in public. At the same time Ms. Brendan was forcing Donna to behave publicly in ways that she herself could not, and worse she could and would punish Robert if Donna failed her in any way. Donna had to admit it was a perfect plan. If Donna did as was told, Ms. Brendan had even more power to ruin their lives. If she didn’t, she would hear about it through Robert and the vision of Vivian appeared in her mind, telling her to stand up to the bitch, only to be killed without hesitation.



Donna looked at Robert, frustrated. Her problems were only getting worse.



“Did she made any sexual advances to you?” Robert asked, not looking at her.Donna now rolled also on her back, and looked up at the ceiling.



“No…” she lied. “But she did tell me to pleasure you,… she’s… mmm … is more liberated.”



“She’s a strong personality,” Robert acknowledged. “She forces her will onto everybody as she did with you. I don’t want her as an enemy but you have to somehow let her know that you have different tastes. That I have different tastes. I can’t imagine that she would want you to walk about in public looking as you did.”



"If only you knew," Donna thought.



At that moment both their cell phones rang simultaneously. Donna’s had set the volume lower on hers but in the quietness of the room it was still too loud to her liking. But she had been too afraid to miss a call to risk putting it on silent mode.



Robert picked his phone up. “Shit! It’s Ms. Brendan, turn that stupid ring tone off!” Donna scrambled to find her phone and finally grabbed it from her purse.



“Hello?” they said simultaneously.



Of course she had Ninon on the line.



“How’s it going little slut?” Ninon asked teasingly.



Donna watched Robert turn away from her and speak with Ms. Brendan. She knew this was some sort of set up. How did they know that Robert and she were together? Could someone be spying on them even here?



“Okay, Ms. Bondain,” Donna answered as she looked out the window. The curtains were closed but she parted them about. Was someone watching them? How could they know? "I’m getting paranoid," Donna told herself.



“Are you still following the rules?” Ninon asked.



“I… well, I…”



“Figures.” Ninon said in a disapproving tone “You are very stubborn, Cutty. By now, you must know the consequences. What is it now?”



Donna looked at Robert, who glanced at her briefly and then went back to his call. "Ms Brendan is asking him the same thing..." she knew. Now she was in big trouble.



“It was just horrible, Ms. Bondain. His family, his mother … they totally went crazy when they saw me in the clothing you wanted me to wear. I just couldn’t…I mean, I really tried but... We even had to get out of the house. His mother...”



“Well, at least you tried,” Ninon interrupted. “And now? What are you planning now? You have so many things to do still. The good thing in all this is that is you have your customer all to yourself. No more pesky family to distract him. You can at least reach your quota.”



“Yes, Ms. Bondain, but…”



“No ‘buts’ anymore please, Cutty. Just get on with it. Be the sex addict that you’re paid to be. Ms. Brendan will be so angry if she doesn’t get her money’s worth. And I don’t need to remind you what that will mean for you…”



Donna looked miserably at Robert, who was in a deep conversation with Ms. Brendan. The set up was all too clear. Robert was now telling on her without knowing it, and Donna had been clearly told to revert to the whore they wanted her to be.



As she saw Robert’s body language it spoke clearly of his abject submission to his boss. Whatever Ms. Brendan was saying Robert wouldn't dream of standing up to her. He was too afraid of Ms. Brendan. Donna was on her own.



“Okay, Ms. Bondain,” Donna answered, all hope to be saved lost for now. “I will do as told.”



“Not as told, as paid for,” Ninon corrected.



“Okay, as paid for,” Donna parroted.



“Call you later, Happy New Years Eve,” Ninon said and hung up.



Donna had to wait a long time before Robert finished his phone call. From what she overheard it was mainly business, but every now and then she heard Robert remarking about Donna, specifically her behavior.



She looked at herself, naked, without the usual shoes, whorish attire. That was still laying beside the bed. Slowly, she fumbled her way back into her clothes while Robert was talking. It was what they wanted, wasn’t it. She was dressed up again when he hung up, and turned back to her.



“She wants me to go back to Asia as soon as possible so I’m taking the morning flight.” Robert ran his hands through his hair as if trying to wake from a bad dream. “That cuts my long weekend a few days short but Ms. Brendan insisted.”



Robert looked at her, saw how Donna was dressed again. “She asked me if I was happy with the way you were acting out for me, if you were acting out for me.”



Donna didn’t know what to say. She knew Robert felt Ms. Brendan’s words like a betrayal. Their most private moments were being discussed, guided even, by his boss, and all thanks to his weak wife. Donna felt like that too, especially now that she was dressed up in her slutty attire. It made the picture perfectly clear for Robert and he wouldn’t believe her if she told him that she had done everything all by herself.



“I have to leave. Mother will be so disappointed that I’m leaving so soon, not to mention what else has been going on.” Robert began to quickly get dressed. “I don’t think we have enough time to mend things with the family. I’ll go back to Mother’s and have Julie and Trixy bring your bag to you tomorrow morning. You can catch a taxi tomorrow to the airport and fly home on our own. No use in staying here any longer, I would say...” Robert had his hand on the doorknob.



There was another long, terrible silence. Donna was on the verge of breaking down as she heard that her husband was would abandon her. And he was right. Now he had to leave so soon there was no hope she could recon ciliate with his mother, his family. It was best to just go back as soon as possible. Worse, as she had not only lost the family, but she also would never reach her quota of fucks. And on top of that they knew she broke the rules this weekend. Her mind spinned as she thought what ms Brendan would do to her, what would be her punishment now?



Robert walked out of the door, and turned before closing it.



“Look Donna,” he said “Just delete all the pictures and film you made. Let’s start with that. And no more freakiness. I think that’s for the best. Just try to act normally from now on. We’ll work the rest of it out. Somehow we’ll work it out, okay?”



Donna nodded, at a loss for words, knowing that what Robert asked seemed simple to him but was impossible for her.



Robert closed the door and she watched him through the window walk to his car. He got in, started the engine and drove away. She felt incredibly lonely when she saw the car disappear from view. She turned and looked at the small depressing room that was her place for the night. It felt like a punishment for her stupidity. She deserved this.



Donna was still standing, looking out the window, when darkness fell. She didn’t even bother to turn on the lights. The hours past with her standing comatose. Her mind cycled time and again through a loop of images and feelings, reliving what had happened, asking herself again and again what she might have done differently. She knew that the pictures in the beginning were not the real reason why she was in so much difficulty now. She had went along out of curiosity, thinking she could stop at any moment. She hadn’t thought it through, hadn’t expect to be taken by someone as powerful and devious as ms Brendan.



She knew she couldn’t blame herself for that, yet she did. She shouldn’t have been so naïve. She blamed herself for letting herself be abused, she shamefully thought of the trip to the Caribbean, where she had been gang raped. She shouldn’t have accepted the alcoholic drinks that time. Every scene she went through, she knew she should have acted differently. How happy she was when she had been offered a new job, how foolish she was to accept it! Vivian was dead because she couldn’t take care of herself. She should have fought herself, not involve others. And her lack of fighting power was like a red line through all her actions after that, up to her latest blunder with Robert’s family.



It was this latest thought that brought Donna out of her fog. Donna had to fight. She just had to. And that would be her New Year’s resolution. Donna would mark her New Year by resisting Ms. Brendan. Not upfront, but Donna would start to resist as much as possible until she found a way to get herself and her family out of Ms. Brendan’s clutches. Her first act of defiance was already clear to her.



Donna picked up her phone and fumbled with it until she figured out how to delete the pictures. "Robert doesn’t want them. I don’t want them, so they’re going to disappear." With that, she pressed the delete option and wiped out all of the movies and pictures stored. "They’ll be angry but they won’t have any personal pictures of me, of us, having sex. I already have punishment waiting for me and I can always say it was by accident… I truly am not that good with these devices.”



Happy with this small step towards freedom, Donna waited for the New Year to come. She had a few coins and bought a soda from the vending machine in the hallway. The countdown was on TV. When the fireworks lightened up the screen, she cheered, gave herself a hug and sipped her soda, ready to face Ms. Brendan anew.

Chapter 39 - Her Friends Try To Correct Her




They had been waiting for her. Donna had barely arrived at her house after the long flight home when they showed up at her doorstep and forced themselves inside. Exhausted and frustrated, Donna had fight left and just let them in.


She knew what was coming and she wasn’t in the mood to face them. Not only was she still dressed in whorish outfit that she had worn on the plan but she just had collapsed on the couch with a drink trying to relax, transfixed by her situation. She had nearly dozed off into a much-welcomed sleep. Now she was wide-awake and trying to fend her friends off, no matter how well intentioned they were.


They pushed her back down on the couch, ready to tell Donna exactly what they thought of their old friend and her slutty new ways. Their faces radiated their determination and Donna knew that her friends had egged each other on as they drove over.


Donna sized up her friends facing her. This had to happen sooner or later, Donna knew that, but now was such a bad time. Her mind was just not ready for this. She was deadly tired and she had not begun to recover from her falling- out with Robert’s family. Donna hadn’t figured out yet what to do with her current situation, how to face Ms. Brendan. What to tell her friends was something Donna hadn’t had a chance to begin to think about.


No matter, her friends were forcing Donna to focus on them, obviously because of the rumors they had heard and the lack of news from Donna’s side.


“What is happening to you?” Tammy started. “Bridgette told us everything.”


“How can you do this with Vivian just dead? Have you no shame?” Samantha added, her disgusted at the way Donna was dressed all over her face.


“You should be ashamed. I can’t imagine Robert would approve of you dressed that way, being seen in public looking like that ... My God, traveling on an airplane with everyone staring at you like that,” Tammy smirked.


“Look…” Donna tiredly responded. “I…”


“I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes, ” Tammy said to the others as if Donna hadn’t said a thing. “You were right, Bridgette.”


Donna shot Bridgette an angry look, who, in turn, couldn’t look Donna in the eye, and instead just smiled nervously at Tammy. Donna understood that Bridgette had told the group everything, just as Donna had feared she might. Exactly why she had not chosen Bridgette in the first place!


“Don’t you dare give Bridgette a dirty look, Donna,” Dolores reprimanded. “You're the one who had better explain herself.”


“Well?” Tammy pushed too.


“Tell us!” Dolores shouted in Donna's face.


“I don’t want to!” Donna snapped back. “I have something going on in my life and I’m dealing with it. If Bridgette told you everything, I don’t have to explain myself! Ask her if you want to!”


Donna's frustration turned to anger, fueled by an exhaustion that made her sick to her stomach, as she hopelessly looked for what story to tell them. She couldn’t possibly tell them the truth. That much she understood. But what could she tell her friends that would convince them and persuade them to let her be? She wanted to deal with Ms. Brendan on her own for now, try to find a weak spot, and then call the cavalry. Hauling them into her miserable situation would just endanger everyone.


“You were the last to see Vivian alive, Dillon told us and yet the very next day you’re in this weird therapy as if nothing happened,” Tammy accused.


“I had to! Why do you think I met with Vivian? She was supposed to help me out. And then she died and I had to find someone else and I had to act quickly.” Donna defended. It was actually the truth. Her friends would never belief her, Donna could see that now.


“Couldn’t you at least have waited a decent bit of time before you decided to slut around – oh say, a few minutes?” Tammy sneered.


Her friends clearly had come to straighten Donna out but they couldn’t comprehend what their old friend had become. They were convinced that they had to rescue Donna from whatever mess she was in. Donna had to change their minds.


“Go ahead. Make fun of it! I have a very serious situation to deal with and I just pushed on. Don’t you see that I am as upset by Vivian’s death as any of you? The police were here questioning me. Dillon called me that night … I mean, have a heart!”


“That’s exactly what we want you to have,” Dolores said, much too sharply.


Donna gave her an angry look but couldn’t find the words to respond.


“We want you to quit this ridiculous therapy, Donna, and behave normally. You know, just act the way we know you. Simple as that. I, for one, don’t believe for a minute that you are doing this because of a mental illness.”


“Well, I do! Go and ask my therapist.”


Donna couldn’t think of any choice other than to go along with the lie that she was living. Anything else would just make the situation worse. If she invented a new story now, she might make mistakes. But if she embraced the lie that she had been living, at least her story would be consistent. But her friends weren’t so easily fooled. They had known her too long to just accept the “new” Donna. They were naturally taken aback by her appearance. Donna could see their eyes ogle her non-stop, disgusted by what they saw. What she had done, what they must think she was doing, what Bridgette had put in their minds, if it were possible, was even more disgusting to them. How could she admit openly her desire to fuck herself with a dildo -- as Bridgette had obviously told them -- and, worse, as Donna had just confirmed?


The increasingly heated discussion therefore didn’t go at all well. Tammy, Dolores and Samantha were the ring leaders, constantly digging, refusing to be put off, trying to find out the truth behind Donna’s actions, the reasons for her sudden change.


Donna was afraid she would make a slip of the tongue and endanger everyone. She hated having to defend a life she didn’t want at all. Instead, she mustered her spirits and stuck to her story. Leaving out the facts of her blackmail, Ms. Brendan’s domination, Ninon, and all of the rest, Donna told them how badly she craved sex, about urges that overwhelmed her and she couldn’t fight. How she had suppressed her sexual cravings for too long and now was undergoing therapy to heal herself. No matter how convincingly she told the cover story of the lie she was living, her friends just didn’t buy it. They didn’t want to believe these terrible things about Donna, things that were so foreign to their world.


“Look…,” Donna said at last with obvious tension. “I can’t seem to convince you all that I have this problem. You see me dressed like this and you know now that I go out in public dressed like this. You haven’t seen me in a while so you don’t know. You can’t call me anymore because I’m constantly out of the house and I have a new cell number. If all that I am telling you doesn’t convince you that I have problems, I don’t know what does. And frankly, I prefer to deal with them alone...for now.”


Donna was tired of their probing, their digging, and felt as thought she was about to explode.


“Do you sleep with other men?” Sandy asked, totally ignoring Donna’s pleas that they stop. She had been silent until then, save for more than one disapproving smirk at answer that Sandy had concluded were lies. It was obvious that Sandy had analyzed everything Donna had said and now was find her way to the truth. Sandy’s recent bad experience with her philandering husband had made her suspicious of any woman even so much as talking to her husband and Donna understood that Sandy was hinting that Donna had another man in her life.


“No,” Donna cautiously answered, remembering her adventure on the Caribbean and thinking about all the flirting that she had been doing lately.


“’No’ as in ‘No, not yet’?” Sandy pressed on.


“I don’t want to cheat on Robert,” Donna replied. “That’s why I seek help. Before it all goes to far.”


“Don’t you come near my husband.” Sandy blurted out.


Her remark was crass and hostile but understandable. Sandy was still embarrassed and frustrated that she was a victim of her husband’s mid-life crises. She was making sure that Donna would not visit more emotional pain on the betrayed housewife.


“I am not after anyone’s husband!” Donna screamed.


“Well, not yet anyway,” Tammy snorted.


“Do you meet other men?” Bridgette asked.


This placed Donna in a tough spot. Sooner or later, Bridgette was going to hear about Donna’s escapades, if she hadn’t already, during the therapy sessions. Clearly Bridgette had not told the others yet about this part of Donna’s new life, else they would have attacked her on front as well. Donna concluded that Bridgette didn’t know about that yet, which was fine for now.


“I … am approached by several … especially when I’m dressed like this…”


“Don’t you dare come near our husbands while you are acting like this, Donna,“ Sandy said vehemently. “Or any of our houses or…”


Well, that’s fine with me, Donna thought but wisely kept her mouth shut.


“Are you on drugs?” Tammy tried.


“No!” Donna cried out “Why is it so fucking difficult for you all to understand that I have a problem that is psychological? Something just got into my mind, and I can’t get it out. It is taking control of me and I’m fighting it as I can. I’m seeing a fucking psychiatrist and I even have Brigitte joining me in therapy sessions that are unbelievably humiliating. Bridgette can confirm all of this, and I can’t understand why she fucking told you my personal business to you!”


“We’re not buying it, Donna!” Dolores shouted back.


Donna was actually so happy with this statement. Her friends did know her! They refused to swallow the bullshit story that Donna was trying to sell them. At the same time, their loyalty was Donna’s biggest problem. She needed to convince her closest friends to bug off, at least for a while -- if only for their own safety.


“What do I have do to convince you?” Donna turned on her accusers, faking anger “Fuck myself with a dildo in front of you? I’m dressed like a slut while traveling out in public, and I visited my husband’s fucking parents like this. I am living the life of a slut, can’t you see?”


“This all also explains the behavior of your daughters.” Dolores coolly remarked.


“What about my daughters?” Donna asked, immediately at full attention.


“Well, Julie dresses a lot more daringly lately. And she mingles with the wrong kind.”


‘Wrong kind’ meant blacks to Dolores, Donna knew. Delores was so hypocritical that it was funny. After all, Delores was from Mexican descent but she was the biggest racist of them all. Donna sighed with relief; she didn’t mind if Julie mingled with the blacks at school. That wasn’t bad in her eyes at all. Not by a long shot.


“And her new friends are being watched by the police. I bet that they’re gang members or something. You didn’t notice anything strange in her behavior, did you? Have you seen her lately?” Dolores continued, not really trying to learn anything and just trying to hurt Donna’s feelings.


“And Trixy is really under the influence of that girl from that weird family… what’s their name,” Tammy asked, snapping her fingers when she couldn’t remember the family name.


“I know which family you mean. Yes, they are strange,” Dolores agreed.


Donna hadn’t noticed anything strange in her daughters last weekend, but then she really hadn’t much of them. Donna had been to busy. However, she knew her friends had to be exaggerating the facts, just to get to her.


They aren’t that convincing, Donna told herself, and decided to make that clear.


“My daughters are fine; I talked to them just yesterday remember? You, Dolores, you think every black boy is a gang member or worse. As a Latino isn’t that rather silly on your part, don’t you think, mixto? And a ‘strange’ family is a very vague statement. Does that mean they don’t want to mingle with you all?” Donna smirked at them.


“Suit yourself.” Dolores replied, obviously angry at the insult but restraining herself.


At that moment, Donna’s house phone rang and she used the call as an excuse to escape her friends and get away from the explosive atmosphere.


“Hello?” she asked as she looked at her friends who were impatiently waiting for her to return.


She walked away from them into the kitchen to avoid their prying eyes.


“Donna?” It was Robert.


“Are you in Asia already?” Donna asked pleasantly surprised.


“No, I’m at the airport.” He said with an angry tone. “Look, I asked you to delete those pictures, and here I am getting an automated message from you to look them up on a specific web-site. And you didn’t even put a password on it! The whole bloody world can see us fucking!”


To say that Donna was surprised by this was an understatement. I deleted the pictures for sure, she told herself, thought, as she ran into the room to find her phone, totally ignoring her friends. What evil trick has Ms. Brendan played on me this time?


She checked her phone as Robert continued to complain angrily, shouting at her to remove the pictures from the site at once. Donna wanted nothing more than to oblige to his request, but she hadn’t a clue how the pictures and movies got on that site. She didn’t even know what site he was talking about! She checked her phone and couldn’t find any pictures or movies; she was right, everything had been deleted.


Her mind raced through the possibilities. Someone could have stolen the pictures, and placed them on the Internet. No, Donna concluded. If that were the case, Robert wouldn’t be getting messages about it. The obvious explanation was Ms. Brendan, and Donna shook her head in despair. Somehow, Ms. Brendan had done this. They took the pictures from my cell somehow and loaded them on the Internet, and made sure that Robert found out.


That meant also that Donna had to go along with this new scheme and that they expected her to pretend that she had posted those pictures and movies on the Internet, and now had to convince Robert to accept it. She quickly forced herself to focus on this new assignment. Donna closed her eyes, breathed deeply and blocked out her friends looking at her wondering what was going on, and then blocked out Robert swearing in her ear.


“Robert…” She replied calmly “I know it is a bit odd, but I found the pictures and movies too… nice to delete.”


“What?” Robert said, angry but clearly shocked by her response.


“Yes, I understand your surprise but have you looked at them,” she continued. “It’s just ...”


“Donna, shut the fuck up!!” Robert shouted at her hysterically “You delete those fucking pictures right away, you understand? Right away!!!”


Robert hung up. Donna looked at the phone in her hand. Never ever had Robert shouted at her like this. He’s clearly beside himself and I can’t blame him. Those pictures have to be removed. What if someone else sees those filthy movies? But how do I do that? How did they get on the Internet in the first place?


“Hey, fuck slut, pick up the phone … Hey whore, pick up the phone, you’re pimp is calling… Come on filthy slut, get that leaky pussy moving and pick up…”


Her cell phone was ringing on the table behind her. If her friends had already been taken aback by her conversation with her screaming husband, her lewd ring tone disgusted them beyond words. They looked at her not believing what they had seen and heard, incredulous at how their friend truly had changed. As she frantically searched the table for the cell, Donna saw at a glance that the last five minutes had dome more to convince her friends than all her talk had done.


Oddly, Donna felt relieved about that but accidentally pushed her travel bag over. The contents scattered noisily over the carpet, right in front of her friends. Donna turned beat red and she ran back to the kitchen. This was too much to happen all at once. Though she had told them, she used dildos and the like, actually having such things all across the floor of house was not something she had wanted to do.


“Hello?” she said absentmindedly into the phone, as she overheard the reactions of her friends as they pawed through her collection of sex toys and clothing.


“Ms Brendan wants to see you at once, Cutty.” It was Ninon giving her instructions.


“I’m sorry, Mrs. Bondain. I will go to her as soon as possible but I have some friends in the house…”


“I know, I’m outside your place. I saw their cars. But when I say right now, I mean right now. You don’t want to keep Ms Brendan waiting, not in your situation. And don’t make me come in either. If they’re your friends, they won’t steal from you if you leave them alone in your house, will they?”


Donna peeked into the living room, seeing her friends searching through the contents of her bag, appalled by what they saw. She didn’t want to have to face them about that, and Ninon actually had given her a good opportunity to get out.


Donna quickly grabbed her short coat and handbag, and ran out of the house without her friends even noticing it. She ran to the car waiting for her and got in quickly.


“Good, that was fast,” Ninon approved.


“Thank you, Mrs. Bondain,” Donna replied as she settled herself and watched her house to see if her friends followed her. But they hadn’t noticed she was gone.


Ninon quickly drove off. She didn’t say a word and Donna had enough to think about so they drove silently for the half-hour to Ms. Brendan’s place. Obviously Ninon was angry with her. That would mean Ms Brendan was angry with her too. What else is new, Donna told herself and just settled herself, accepting her fate.


“Here you are, Cutty,” Ninon said as she stopped in front of Ms. Brendan mansion.


“Thank you, Mrs. Bondain” was all that Donna could say before Ninon drove off, leaving Donna alone in the middle of the street. Donna felt cold again and became aware of the fact that she wasn’t dressed appropriately and had to get inside as quickly as possible.

40

Ms Brendan’s Unusual Punishment





As she hurried to the door, it opened immediately. To Donna’s surprise it was Ms Brendan herself who let her in.




“Get in quickly before you catch a cold, Cutty.” Ms Brendan said, ushering her inside as a concerned mother.




“Thank you, Ms Brendan.” Donna replied as she quickly slipped inside.




After a few shivers she remembered the rules, hugged the older lady in front of her and kissed her. Ms Brendan replied with kisses of her own and hugged Donna warmly. Their kissing lasted for a long time and when they finally broke it off Donna felt warm again. In part due to Ms. Brendan's hugs and gentle stroking.




“I love you Ms Brendan.” She said as directed by the rules, but also with a touch of gratefulness for the gentle welcome.




“Undress…” ms Brendan simply instructed, as she smiled gently at the tired looking Donna “… You seemed to have had a rough time.”




“Yes, Ms Brendan…” Donna replied as she pulled of her clothing.




“I turned up the heat when I knew you were coming, to make it comfortable for you here.” Ms Brendan said as she waited for Donna to completely undress.




“Thank you, Ms Brendan.” Donna replied, wondering why Ms Brendan was so friendly to her.




When she was naked Ms Brendan took her clothing and tossed them into a basket in the hall. She opened the closet and gave her a new pair of shoes. This time high heeled sandals with long ties that wound up her calves. And while Donna was busy winding the straps neatly up her legs, Ms Brendan was searching for something in the closet.




“Stand still.” Ms Brendan instructed when Donna was finished with the shoes. “You now have enough experience with the leash. So from now on, when you are in my home you'll only walk about on a leash.” Ms Brendan said as she placed a small leather collar around Donna’s neck. “That way you can’t get lost.”




She attached a leash to the choker, and showed its label to Donna. It read ‘Cutty’.




“This is your collar and leash. It’s in this closet here, so whenever you enter, you put on your collar, if you’re not wearing one already, clip on this leash, and wait till someone guides you inside, ok?”




As Ms Brendan showed her the label Donna saw a glimps of the inside of the closet and saw several other leashes hanging, all with a name tag. There were more women undergoing the same treatment.




“Yes, Ms Brendan…” Donna replied. Right now she really didn’t care that much about another rule. She was worried about what was in store for her next. What punishment would she receive? This acting nice by Ms Brendan had a sinister gloom that worried her.




“Come…” Ms Brenda said gently as she gently tucked on the leash, pulling her head out of the closet. She guided Donna inside her house.




“You look really terrible.” Ms Brendan remarked as they walked into the living room “Had trouble sleeping?”




She gestured for Donna to sit on the warm couch, as she positioned herself next to her. Donna nestled herself in the warm pillows, facing Ms Brendan.




“Yes, Ms Brendan, I’ve had a tough time. I tried to follow the rules, but …” Donna started, eager to explain why she didn’t follow all the rules, her main concern.




“Shhh, I know, it is always tough in the beginning. I don’t need to know the details. But you did your best, right?” Ms Brendan interrupted her, putting two fingers on Donna’s lips before she could spill her heart.




“Yes, I did Ms Brendan…” Donna admitted. That was an understatement, she found she had outdone herself actually.




“Not many follow the rules as good as you in the beginning, Cutty. You can be proud of yourself.” Ms Brendan agreed, complimenting her.




“Thank you, Ms Brendan. I am…” Donna replied. She was extremely suspicious about what was going on. What trap was being spun? And ‘proud’ of what she had achieved… Well in a way she was, but she also knew it was not something to be proud of at all. What she had done was perverted, sick. Just recalling the look on Robert's mother's face was unbearable.




Ms Brendan laughed when she saw the confused and scary look on Donna’s face. “You are scared you are going to get punished somehow anyway, right?”




Donna blushed “Yes Ms Brendan, I am..”




The woman read her like an open book. It seemed like it was no use hiding her worries from her. Was she so shallow? Or was Ms Brendan just pure evil? Or was she just too tired, too confused to hide anything for her now?




“Well, you did break several rules, of which the deleting of the films and pictures was the biggest.” Ms Brendan said “But luckily you bought yourself a super deluxe model, with instant internet access. Apparently you authorized the provider to hook it up to your page on the web, so anything would be immediately wireless uploaded. Which has happened with all the video’s and pictures that you took.”




“That’s how they did it!” Donna understood. “The damn phone is more of a spy gadget than anything else. They have watched us fuck and suck simply from the internet!”




She understood now also how they knew when to call her. They simply observed her situation from a web page, and called at the most inconvenient moments. “I have to get rid of this phone, but I doubt if they’ll let me…”




“Robert is not happy at all, he wants me to remove the pictures…” Donna said, adding “Ms Brendan.” quickly afterwards. She hoped the now friendly Ms Brendan would help her out somehow.




“Yeah, but you refused bravely.” Ms Brendan replied, letting Donna know they also could listen in on her phone. It was nothing but a ultra modern wire tap!




“Ms Brendan, he tells me they are now public…” She tried again, hoping she wasn’t getting too liberal. But she had to have those pictures removed. If they really were free for all to see that could ruin there lives anyway, and she had not gone through all this just to become a public laughing stock anyway.




“We’ll get to that later." Ms Brendan explained, patting Donna on the knee. "It was a bit foolish to use an open web site for your private porn collection, I agree with Robert. But now I want you to know I am really proud of you. Proud of the way you work at your issues, proud how you stood up to your family, your friends, a true girlfriend of mine…”




And with that Ms Brendan had simply brushed away the web site subject.




“Today is the first day in the new year, and I want us to get of on a good start.” Ms Brendan continued “So I have arranged a day of relaxation for us both, where we can enjoy ourselves, and you can show me how much you’ve learned since the last time we spent a weekend together. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”




“Yes, Ms Brendan.” Donna replied, as she remembered the weekend Ms Brendan was referring to. It wasn’t something she thought fondly of. Innocent at the time, Donna had been manipulated into participating in multiple lesbian acts, then brutally raped by Ms. Brendan and her driver. It had been Donna’s first experience with a strap-on and right up her ass.




Ms Brendan’s left hand had started to caress her right breast, and fondled a little with her nipple, as she smiled at Donna. “We’re just gonna have fun, don’t you worry, Cutty.”




With that she bend slightly forward, and Donna replied to the gesture as she knew she had to. She bent forward until their lips met, and they kissed gently with just soft touches of their lips. After a while Ms Brendan’s tongue entered Donna’s mouth, signaling Donna to do the same. They started to kiss seriously. Their kisses took longer, and grew more intense as the time passed. In addition Ms Brendan fondled Donna’s right breast, her thighs, and pussy carelessly with her left hand. Her right wasn’t used, she just rested on it as if she wasn't involved in their sex play. Donna’s hand on the contrary had been gentle but determined whisked away by Ms Brendan’s left hand so she didn’t touch Ms Brendan’s body. Donna knew she simply had to let Ms Brendan explore her body, letting her touch her most private parts, as her hands were useless at her side. A strange show of Ms Brendan's power and dominance.




Donna was gently guided to kiss Ms Brendan on the cheek, nose, eyes, just like a true lover would do. Soft touches of Ms Brendan’s hand to her chin moved her around over Ms Brendan’s face, shifting her kisses to other places, until she understood how she had to act, kiss.




She had never really experienced something like this. She was now actually making out as Ms. Brendan was feeling her up all over. Worse, her act forced her to put her mind into the wicked game too. She had to think what moves, kisses Ms Brendan would want. In all her actions were a mixture of her training and Ms Brendan’s professional guidence.




And as Donna got more and more into her act this encouraged Ms Brendan to be even more bold with her hands. It was normal human interaction; one side tries something daring, and the other body signals it is ok, upon which the on side tries even more, searching for the limit. And Donna knew she could have no limit. So as Ms Brendan’s fingers slipped deeper into her most private parts, touched her face, made Donna lick them, all Donna could do was to make sure she kissed Ms Brendan perfectly and lovingly back.




In addition her unwanted physical actions were telling her body to get aroused, heated up. Her sexually-toned body couldn’t tell the difference between what was happening now versus her normal feelings of sexual arousal. They were too identical. She felt like she was betraying her own body by her actions, betraying who she really was!




What made it even worse was that she also felt oddly grateful. She was happy Ms Brendan showed finally some appreciation, some adoration for her now.


"It is my own mind betraying me," she told herself, but still the feeling was there. Maybe it was due to the way she was making out to Ms Brendan, like a true lover, or it was just the hand of Ms Brendan feeling up her nipple, rubbing her clit, stroking her inner thighs. Probably it was all of it together. But the result was obvious to her, she liked it, she felt emotionally involved.




This was just not like the simple fucks she had been taught to act through with Ninon. Not the emotionless pussy licking from the get go. No, Ms Brendan was currently really lovingly touching Donna’s body, feeling her up, caressing her breasts, nipples. And she did it with a mixture of kindness, devotion, and sexual lust. It felt so good. Much better than the sadistic rapes she had learned to endure.




Her emotional mind set made her feel more and more ashamed, frustrated, as it became stronger. She knew she should resist it, but also knew she should not. Maybe even could not. And as she didn’t, feeling her own body and mind enjoying and responding to it, was humiliating.




“You’re good…” Ms Brendan complimented her on her kissing after some time.




This made Donna put even more effort into her sensual kissing, she even started to whisper soft sweat things like “I love you, Ms Brendan”, "I'm yours Ms Brendan". She knew that was what Ms Brendan wanted to hear. She even spread her legs a bit more, inviting Ms Brendan’s hand to access her now leaking pussy once again.




Of the latter Donna wasn’t even surprised anymore. By now her pussy leaked, itched all the time, and reacted, or better, over reacted to any type of touch. It didn’t matter if it was a male or female or even a sex toy – any touch would do. She was appalled by it, but hoped it was just a normal human reaction, a way for the female body to survive abuse. But it also was just another sign of her own body betraying her now, showing the outside world a totally different picture than she wanted. Yet Donna knew her wet vagina would please Ms Brendan, and that she actually should be grateful her body reacted as it did. It meant less punishment in the end.




“Exquisite…” Ms Brendan noted, as her fingers slipped inside Donna’s wet vagina. She was totally ignoring Donna’s inner struggles, if she noticed them at all.




They looked each other in the eye, smiling gently at each other. When Donna wanted to kiss Ms Brendan again she was gently refused. Ms Brendan just looked at Donna, continued to smile at her, as she gently explored the offered vagina. She caressed the shaven outer lips, tugged a bit at the inner lips, rubbed and tickled Donna’s sensitive clit. Her fingers followed the scar she had carved there herself.




All Donna could do was to let Ms Brendan have her way, and smile as she did. No, she even lifted her body and moved her vagina forward, giving the fingers even better access. She felt strangely abused. It wasn’t anything painful, far from it; but perhaps it was something much worse. Ms Brendan was abusing her mind now. Was it true fear for worse that made her comply, or was she just taking the easy way out? Was she actually really enjoying this? The latter was constant on her mind, and she had to tell herself over and over again it was no use to fight Ms Brendan now, and that she was forced, even if her body and mind betrayed her by enjoying the touches. She reminded herself that if she did resist she just would make matters worse. But the ease with which she let her tormentor fondle her, the ease with which she smiled made her doubt herself.




On top of that was the open betrayal of her own body. Her skin tingled, especially by her breasts. Her nipples poked out screaming ‘touch me, rub me!’ and when Ms Brendan’s hand softly passed her lower belly she even shivererd involuntary like a silly young girl hot for her new lover! Her vagina responded like one of a common slut, its juices now flowing freely, and she automatically bucked gently with Ms Brendan’s rhythm. Slowly fucking her fingers as they invading her most private parts. There was no denying she was in heat. No denying she truly enjoyed the caresses.




Luckily Ms Brendan stopped before she had an unwanted orgasm. She held up her wet fingers for Donna to suck on, and like an eager puppy Donna bent forward to lick them clean, sucking up all her own juices. As she did she looked Ms Brendan straight in the eye with a big smile. It was these kind of actions that really showed Donna how well she had been trained, much to her own surprise. It was an automatism by now, wet fingers in front of her face just made her lick them. Fingers touching her nipples made her push her breast forward. Fingers going down to her vagina made her spread her legs and push her hips forward. And everything was done with an inviting smile. How she hated herself!




“Good, Cutty, very good…” Ms Brendan approved as she whipped her fingers dry on Donna’s cheek and breasts.




“This is so frustrating, so humiliating!” Donna kept thinking as she just let it all happen, no, even made sure it happened to Ms Brendan’s liking. “It is better than being whipped and then be forced to do it anyway…” She had to repeat over and over again. “Better than making it worse, better for the family…”




“Now let’s go to my next surprise…” Ms Brendan said as she got up, stopping Donna’s mantra abruptly.




Ms Brendan picked up the leash and Donna followed meekly as they went upstairs. She had never been there, and was actually curious how Ms Brendan slept. She was guided through a wide corridor into a large room.




“My bedroom…” Ms Brendan said as she threw her arms wide, showing the extend of her wealth.




It was indeed a site to see. It was huge. The room was colorful, not the modern atmosphere of down stairs, nor a BDSM-type dark coloring as Donna kind of had expected. No the suite was done in a nineteenth century revival, beautiful and stylish. There was a large canopy bed with thick side curtains neatly tied back. A chandelier hung from a large ceiling dial, finely detailed moldings throughout the room. Old fashion wooden panels adorned with decorative paintings, lent privacy for dressing. Large windows with curtains that matched the bed covers opened on a fabulous view, complimented by paintings on the wall, a very elaborate Persian carpet. Old wooden furniture carefully placed. The room was very warm and inviting, nothing like what Donna had imagined.




“Come…” Ms Brendan tugged at the leash and of they went to what Donna suspected was the bathroom.




And indeed it was. Again very spacious, the bathroom held a large shower, a huge mirror with a matched set of white sinks to one side, white closets, a large multi head shower, and a large jacuzzi. Carefully placed spot-lights. In style, it was completely different than the bedroom, the bath being totally modern and gleaming. But in its own way, just as beautiful as the adjoining bedroom.




It was the jacuzzi that caught Donna’s immediate attention. It had mirrors above on the sides, even on the roof. Clearly to give Ms Brendan a good view from all sides of who ever was in it. But what made her so eager for it was the warm steaming water in it. It looked very, very inviting.




“Oh, you are so transparent!“ Ms Brendan laughed, seeing the eager look in Donna’s eyes “Yes, I prepared the jacuzzi for us. I knew you would like it. Take off the shoes, put those plastic slippers on, and in we go…”




Ms Brendan waited patiently, holding the leash, as Donna untied the straps, and switched into the plastic pumps. She was then guided to the warm jacuzzi, and gratefully she stepped in the warm water. The bubbling water immediately started to message her sore legs. A wonderful feeling!




“Ok, just wait here, while I undress…” Ms Brendan said as she tied the leash high up, so Donna couldn’t sit down yet. Donna knew all this was done to show her she was completely controlled by Ms Brendan, but she didn’t mind. Her legs were warm, and soon her whole body would be, and the bubbling water would give her the message she was craving for.




Ms Brendan undressed herself and stepped also into the jacuzzi. She freed up the leash a bit so Donna could sit, and they both sat down opposite one another, smiling like good old girlfriends.




Donna let the warm water massage her whole weary body. This was heaven. She so deserved this. She spread out in the large jacuzzi, smiled and closed her eyes for a while to truly enjoy the moment. How different this was from yesterday, or from just a few hours ago! And the best of it all was that Ms Brendan let her be for the longest while. She just drifted a bit on the bubbles with her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the water, the gentle massage.




“And of course, some champagne…” Ms Brendan said with a small fanfare as her driver entered with a cart loaded with a bottle of champagne, and some delicious looking treats.




Donna was flabbergasted by this treatment. It really started to dawn on her that Ms Brendan actually did want to please her. She actually was satisfied with her behavior. It was strangely satisfying to Donna she had pulled it off. “I’ve made her happy, I did truly impress her…” And as those happy thoughts went through her mind immediately her shame followed. “How can I be happy about that? It’s shameful!”




“Here you are…” Ms Brendan handed her a glass of champagne together with a snack, and Donna was once again lost in her feelings of gratitude.




She sipped the champagne and now truely relaxed. She even whisked away all feelings of rebellion, humiliation. “Not now,” she told herself “Now I just enjoy and follow the flow. Later, later we’ll fight, now is not the time anyway…”




For the longest time they just sat in the jacuzzi not saying a word. Donna did made sure she smiled frequently at Ms Brendan to show her appreciation. But apart from that she let herself go and let the warm bubbling water pamper her. How truly wonderful!




“Thank you so much, Ms Brendan.” She finally said, as she opened her eyes, and felt thoroughly refreshed. She really meant it.




“No problem, Cutty. Sooner or later good things happen to those who deserve them.” Ms Brendan replied “And you really deserved this.”




“Thank you, thank so much you, Ms Brendan.” Donna replied and smiled thankfully.




As she did she wondered how best to show her appreciation. Should she kiss Ms Brendan? Or feel herself up, give her a show? Or start to make out, kiss and fondle her, start to lick her pussy? She gave Ms Brendan an uncertain look.




Ms Brendan smiled back at her “And this look shows even more how much you deserved it, Cutty. You really want to show your gratitude, right?”




“Yes, Ms Brendan, it is just I don’t know what you would like me to do right now…” Donna replied honestly. She wasn’t surprised anymore Ms Brendan knew so clearly what she thought, she just accepted it as a fact.




“That’s because you don’t know me that well yet, and because you still need more training.” Ms Brendan told her “But don’t worry about that. It is enjoyable to see a mother of forty insecure like a teenager. What would your family say if they saw you obedient like this, my little slut?”




Donna was hurt by the remark, and didn’t understand why Ms Brendan was so vicious as she was obviously trying so hard to please her. Even wanting to be the obedient slave for now!




“Come here…” Ms Brendan said as she pulled the leash.




Donna swirled over to her side until their faces were close to each other.




“Kiss me slut, kiss me like the whore you are. Fuck your family, I’m what you want, I am who you obey.” Ms Brendan said with venom, sporting an odd friendly smile.




The confused Donna looked her deep in the eye, but saw no pity. She had to follow the instructions. She knew Ms Brendan expected her to kiss her like a slut now, an eager whore.




And so she did. Aggressively she forced herself onto her torturer. Kissing her full on the mouth, slipping her tongue inside her, and holding Ms Brendan’s face with both her hands. She kissed away waiting for Ms Brendan's order to stop.




A sharp yank on the leash got Donna coughing as she was briskly pulled her away from Ms Brendan.




“That was good, my little slut. Let’s have some champagne now.” Ms Brendan said, as she grabbed the bottle and filled their glasses again.




Donna was still confused, but started to understand what was happening. Ms Brendan was testing her. Testing if she would keep up her act in all circumstances. “I will.” Donna thought “I will show her I can play her game. Even if she tries to humiliate, no, break me, get me to cry. No more, her insults will just be ignored for now. Later, later we’ll fight. Later I’ll cry…”




Ms Brendan handed her the glass with champagne and she accepted it with a fake generous smile. “Thank you, Ms Brendan”




“No thanks, slut.” Ms Brendan said, still continuing her cruel act.




“Tell me about how your daughters think of you after what you pulled yesterday.” Ms Brendan inquired.




“I Don’t know Ms Brendan…” Donna said honestly “I haven’t talked to them after that…”




It was immediately difficult for her to keep her mind set. She didn’t want to think of her daughters now, and she knew Ms Brendan knew that. That was why she brought them up, so she had to think of her precious daughters, as she was like a sex slave in a jacuzzi, getting ready to please her mistress once again.




“Not even new years wishes exchanged?” Ms Brendan asked on.




“No not even that, Ms Brendan…”




“They must think you’re a slut, an incompetent bitch, a shame for them. Given how you are giving into your sexual desires. How you are manipulated by your new friends…”




“Yes, I think they do…especially Julie…” Donna said truthfully, making herself even more vulnerable.




But lying, fighting Ms Brendan wasn’t an option. She was too much in control right now, and Donna was too weak. She just wanted her to be nice to her again. Ms Brendan was so easily getting to her! She wanted to burst into tears, but she fought hard to keep her mind set. She had to play along.




“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Ms Brendan reminded her.




“Sorry, Ms Brendan… Ms Brendan.”




She knew she was on the verge of breaking. Both from her thoughts of her daughters, what she had done, how they saw her, as well as from the fact she was being controlled so easily by Ms Brendan. She couldn’t even keep her act up for a few minutes, without Ms Brendan picking right through it. And with such ease.




“Cheers…” Ms Brendan said as she made herself comfortable for her next ‘attack’, she leaned backwards into the stream of bubbles messaging her back, while she loosened the leash a bit “..on a job well done…”




“Cheers, Ms Brendan…” Donna said as she also raised her glass. She prepared for what was coming, outwardly still smiling, be it had now a nervous streak.




“Show me your wet pussy, my little sluttish housewife…” Ms Brendan instructed, feigning friendliness again.




Donna smiled, raised herself out of the warm water, and spread her legs a little to give her instructor a good view of her shaved vagina.




“No, I want a better view, really spread your legs, show me how much you can stretch now.” Ms Brendan ordered, maintaining her fake friendly tone.




Donna played along and smiling went back to her place, for as far as the leash allowed her, and raised herself completely out of the water. She placed her legs on either side of the jacuzzi. With some effort, Donna maneuvered herself into a pose where her wet plastic pumps were firmly planted on the sides of the Jacuzzi, her thighs were spread as far as they could go.




“Impressive..” Ms Brendan said as she finished her drink, and crawled forward “Can you raise your upper body still?”




Donna emptied her champagne glass to free her hands to go into the new pose. She barely managed. She felt her leg muscles protest at the awkward spread and the weight they had to carry.




“Much better. Now let me look at this whorish cunt of yours…” “Much better. Now let me look at this whorish cunt of yours,” Ms Brendan announced as she moved in tighty to play with Donna’s freely accessible vagina.




“Look at this, wet like a common slut…” she said with mock surprise “If Robert only knew you love to offer this pussy like a cheap whore to friends and even strangers!”




Ms Brendan’s hands explored Donna’s outer lips, her inner lips, the clit hood, the clit itself, her strained thighs. She even tickled her on purpose to see her fight to keep her balance. And she played extra long with her scarf, as she looked Donna in the eye. As if to remind her what she had done to her.




It all took a long, long time from Donna’s point of view. Ms Brendan’s fingers explored her whole nether region. Donna even felt her fingers going up her ass, inciting her itch over there too. And even though her body was in pain as her legs started to cramp, she felt herself getting aroused again.




Donna didn’t dare say a word. She just knew somehow that she was not supposed to. But she moved her hips, rocking at first, them pumping them up and forward a bit as if she was desperate to be filled. Taking one hand from tub, she touched her left nipple and teased it like a true slut. She knew by now how to do that perfectly. Her expression was pure training, the face Ninon had trained her to put on her face, the face that she had seen on so many porn stars in countless porno films – a face of pure lust. Even her sighs – fake though they were – matched the look on her face. After all, she had learned how to sigh the same way. What was also being driven home to Donna too was that she was becoming increasingly more aroused minute by minute.




And Ms Brendan seemed to approve again. She intently watched Donna’s reactions, felt Donna’s leg muscles protest, felt her vagina leaking. Ms Brendan looked her frequently in the eye to see if she was on the verge of breaking, but Donna was determined to sit this through, no matter what.




“Rock my fingers, Cutty…” Ms Brendan finally set, as she held up her hand with three fingers upward, below her vagina. She wasn’t anymore referring to her as slut or whore, and Donna understood she had done a good job. Be it her work was not over jet.




Donna now had to squat deeply to let Ms Brendan’s fingers go inside her pussy, but she managed. Doing that was not the most difficult part. Instead, it was rocking on the fingers that were inside her that proved to be even more impossible. Her stretched legs couldn’t do it on her own, and she had to curl forward to lean on her hands so she could rock just her ass. And on top of that she had to watch out not to slip as she still wore those damn inconvenient high heeled plastic pumps.




Ms Brendan laughed at her as she just held up her hand, even moved it around a bit so Donna had to adjust her body to get her vagina to continue to pump the fingers. Luckily she finally grew bored with the game and pulled Donna down by her leash.




“This has made me hot. How good are you now at licking pussy?”




“I’m very good, Ms Brendan.” Donna replied, grateful that her gymnastic ordeal was over. “I’m really, really good.”


Even better, Donna could lower herself back into the hot bubbling water again. And pussy licking she indeed knew by now. She actually had been trained to please specifically Ms Brendan, so she felt confident she could impress her.




Now it was Ms Brendan’s turn to lift herself out of the water, though she didn’t spread widely. She just made herself comfortable with a towel and a new glass of champagne, and as she bit in a snack she gestured with a single nod of her head for Donna to start.




Ever smiling Donna glided forward to her tormentor, and laid her hands on Ms Brendan’s thigh. She observed the vagina in front of her. No piercing, like Ninon, and she had hair. True, a bit trimmed, but still a lot, compared to Ninon and Donna who were both bold down there. She understood this was just another sign of Ms Brendan’s dominance. While Ms Brendan still sported a rough bush of natural hair, even with grey hair in it, she had to keep hers bald. Even worse, licking a hairy pussy was actually disgusting, the loose hair coming onto her mouth. .




But she bent her head forward, and started to lick Ms Brendan’s lips. She nibbled as taught, licked as taught, sucked as taught. And as she observed Ms Brendan’s reactions she knew she was doing an excellent job, which made her kind of proud. “Just as I knew: I can make her come like no other if I just want to!”




“Cutty, you are good!” Ms Brendan agreed with her, heaving heavily “You have really learned well! I must …compliment you and your trainer …for doing an excellent job!”




Ms Brendan sight loudly as she smiled down at Donna, as one hand went through Donna’s hair. Ms Brendan was really enjoying herself tremendously, loving every moment of Donna’s efforts. “OH, OH, OH, you’re soo good!”




Soon Donna’s tongue was licking up Ms Brendan’s juices, and she felt proud, in control, as she played with the feelings of Ms Brendan with her licks, her sucks. It was extremely satisfying to see her cruel instructor really enjoying her. No, be even positively surprised by Donna’s actions. Donna knew that was good news for her, and placed even more effort in the suck session.




“You deserve a treat, Cutty,” Ms Brendan said as she bucked her hips to the rhythm of Donna’s tongue. She grabbed the bottle of champagne and flipped it over above her lower belly, causing champagne to run down past her belly button, through her pubic hair to mix with her own juices and on to Donna’s face. “Enjoy!” she said excited.




Donna felt the cold liquid on her face, on her tongue, and smiled gratefully up to Ms Brendan. The champagne taste was a welcome change, and she played along by lapping it all up, even sucking it out of the bush of Ms Brendan.




The suck session became more intense, more personal with this, as Donna really felt appreciated, and wanted to impress even more, seeing Ms Brendan in a state she had never seen her before. She knew that if she kept her this happy it would only mean positive things for her eventually. And apart from that this was so much better than being raped with dildo’s and whips. She even felt so confident that had Ms Brendan a whip she would not have used it on her, as she was just doing too good.




“I’m cumming!!!!!” Ms Brendan shouted completely in ecstasy, and bucked wildly, even when Donna drew back and observed what she had caused.




The older lady in front of her was really enjoying a heavy orgasm as she curled about with her eyes closed, and enjoyed some precious moments. Moments which, Donna proudly noted, she had caused. “She will appreciate me more now…” Donna told herself.




Ms Brendan eventually calmed down and opened her eyes, and looked at Donna with a smile.




“You are incredible!!” She acknowledged “It has been a long time since I had such an orgasm. What a way to start the new year!!”




She sank back down into the jakuzzy, “Let’s celebrate your come-uppance! What a revelation! Did you knew you could be such a good pussy licker, Cutty?”




She turned to the card and fetch another bottle of champagne from below, and handed another delicious looking snack to Donna. Donna eagerly grabbed it as she was hungry.




They both sat side by side looking out from the jakuzzy, grabbing snacks from time to time. Ms Brendan was constantly complimenting her, both on her sexual actions, as well as on the way she looked. How her body had improved, how beautiful she was. Donna felt good being adored like this. She knew she shouldn’t but she was proud. Proud of her body, of how she had worked hard to get it in this shape. Proud of her sexual actions, even though perverted. She found the lesbian actions not nearly as gross as the flirting, kissing she had to do with the strange men. And she really loved the compliments. It made her feel great.




Ms Brendan finally got up and took the leash again and guided Donna outside the tube.




“I have yet another surprise for you…” Ms Brendan said mysteriously as she gave her a towel.




Donna wanted to dry herself, but Ms Brendan corrected her. “No, Cutty, you dry me first, than you take care of yourself…”




And thus Donna found herself drying Ms Brendan. It was awkward, but she knew it was just the way things were. It was all part of being a ‘girlfriend’ of Ms Brendan. After she had dried Ms Brendan she was allowed to dry herself, and told to switch shoes again.




Donna found it also awkward she constantly had to change shoes, it was kind of useless. And very inconvenient, especially with these ‘Roman’ type shoes, as she had to place the ties correct. But she didn’t complain; that would be useless at least.




Ms Brendan took the leash and guided her back into the bedroom. In the room two massage tables were installed now, and two small Asian girls, women, dressed in just a robe, were waiting alongside them.




“Nothing like a good massage to de-stress…” Ms Brendan said as she tied the leash to one of the message tables, and gestured Donna to lay on it.




“Thank you Ms Brendan!!!” Donna said pleasantly surprised once again. She looked in awe at the table. Now she would even get a massage!




“Shoes off…” the Asian girl said, and Donna undid the straps once again. She shook her head a bit as she thought of the uselessness of putting them on in the first place, but she didn’t complain. She looked forward to the massage, and that made all ok.




As she lay down on the table, and her girl started to oil her, she went through her situation again. She actually had to admit she liked the current situation. If her life would be like this all the time she wouldn’t have no problem being Ms Brendan’s girlfriend. Champagne, jakuzy, massages, and the sex wasn’t that bad. It was kind of kinky, and kind of worth the luxury. She immediately felt ashamed as she thought this, but nevertheless it was the truth..




“If only this would happen just a few days a week. Then I could live my own family life during the rest of the days and I would have no problem with it.” She thought “This is kind of what I expected in the first place. A bit of kink, some unknown lesbian sex. Some widening of my sexual horizon… Should I propose this to Ms Brendan? If she really thinks I’m that good with licking her, she must see the advantages of having me do this out of my own free will? And for me it would give me back my family life…”




As she thought about this she noticed Ms Brendan was now also being massaged and was in her own world. Donna’s Asian girl also gently massaging her body, applying oil to her back. “Oh boy, this is good!!!” Donna thought and set her mind at ease and just focused on the free massage.




After the initial overall rubbing and oiling the Asian girl undid her own robe, and butt naked climbed on Donna’s back. Donna didn’t even notice it, until she felt the oiled up body of the girl touch her. She had heard about body messages like this, but never experienced one. It was awkward to feel the oiled skin of the girl touch her, rub her. And as the rubbing got more intense she could sense the body parts of the girl touching her. She felt the oiled legs running up and down her calves, could feel the belly of the girl being pushed over her ass, her lower back. She could feel her tits being pressed hard on her shoulders, over her neck. The experienced hands of the girl meanwhile were all over her, loosing up her tense muscles. It was good, but very erotic.




And as she more and more relaxed and moaned from pleasure, she heard Ms Brendan moan too. She looked at Ms Brendan and they exchanged a smile, after which Ms Brendan closed her eyes again to enjoy her own girl better. Donna closed her eyes too and was for a while beautifully lost in her own world also.




Suddenly she noticed something strange however. As the body of the girl pressed against hers she felt odd hard things rubbing over her too. Without looking she understood it were piercings. She felt the hard stubs when the girl rolled her breasts over her back, she felt the belly button piercing, but even more surprising, she felt a roll of rings rubbing her legs whenever the girl pushed her vagina on her legs, ass.




She was shocked, and wanted to look at the girls piercings, but she was for the moment forced head down. All she could do was feel the piercings roll over her body. And now she noticed it, she became more and more aware of all the piercings the girl had. They actually added to the pleasure of the message, as they rolled over her exhausted muscles. But the amount of piercings in the girls vagina made her curious. Donna felt like strings of rings, studs, rolled over her ass and legs whenever the girl spread her legs and pushed her vagina over Donna's body.




As the message continued and she relaxed completely, the girls hands became more adventurous, and started to maul her ass, and down between her legs. She felt the oil of the hands cover her extensively down there, and soon after that the Asian girl’s fingers rolled over her ass crack, her lips.




Donna knew she should complain. She would complain in her past life. But now she knew she shouldn’t, she had to let the girl take her liberties. She was actually surprised by her own lack of any inhibition about it. Even when the girl’s hand started to bluntly massaged her vagina lips, and her oiled fingers glided inside her wet vagina she not only let her, but Donna even let herself enjoyed it. She bucked her hips shamelessly whenever the girl entered her, and moaned openly.




The naked oiled Asian girl excited Donna enormously as she rubbed more oil on Donna’s back and concentrated on molding her nether regions. The girl placed herself a bit lower, so her vagina with all its piercings was rubbing her calfs now, and her breasts were on her ass, lower back. Her hands, her fingers were now shamelessly exploring both her holes. The oiled fingers with the long nails found their way deep into her, rubbing her, pumping her. Donna felt the soothing oil deep inside her, and felt herself naturally responding.




From the moans she heard beside her she understood Ms Brendan was receiving the same pleasurable treatment, and this made Donna feel more inclined to let herself go too. And so she pushed her ass up to let her girl access her holes more freely. She wasn’t so happy with the fingers up her ass, but the ones in her wet vagina, tugging her lips, made more than up for it. She loved the experienced fingers of the girl. They seemed to know exactly where to go, were to touch. And although the girl was rather roughly going at it, the oil, and probably also her training, made sure she didn’t feel the slightest of pain.




As Donna was lost in her own world the girl stopped suddenly and turned Donna expertly. It was time for her front side to receive the same treatment. Donna smilingly turned, and positioned herself on her back, still enjoying the erotic waves going through her body.




She opened her eyes when she felt the oiled Asian girl sit on her belly, or better, she felt the famous pussy rings being pressed onto her. What a surprise she got!




The girl was freakish. The piercings Donna had felt were rather thick ones. The girl had two sets through her nipples, two in her navel. And when Donna looked down at her own belly she saw a string of piercings in the girl’s pussy. The girl had whole strings of rings both in her outer as well as in her inner lips, with two or three through her clit hood, maybe even going straight through her clit!




On top of that the girl sported clearly fake bold boobs, which where like balls bouncing in front of her chest. To make the bizarre picture complete her body was full of the most obscene colorful tattoos. It was like someone randomly had added paintings of dicks, naked women, sexual poses on her body, together with Chinese figures, dragons, and scorpions.




Even her face wasn’t spared, as her lips had been obviously enlarged, her eyes were enlarged, and she had two piercings through her nose, one on the side, and one through the spectum. Her ears also had numerous small rings.




Donna shook her head in disbelief as she observed all that had been done to this girl. They had really outlived themselves on her. The tattoos, the piercings, and what was also striking was the stoical look of the girl. They had brief eye contact, but the girl really didn’t seem interested in her, apart from the massage she was giving. She was clearly living in her own different world.




The girl, completely covered in oil, continued to shamelessly frolicked with her hands all over Donna’s body. She made sure she paid a lot of attention to her breast, which soon shined from the oil and sported two erect nipples.




The girl at a certain moment even placed her ringed vagina on them, giving Donna a detailed view of piercings. Donna noticed they even tattooed her lips. She saw small black Chinese signs, as well as some overall red coloring. And the rings were brutally pierced through her lips, some even went through both the inner and outer lips. Her clit hood was a mess of big thick rings crossing one another. But Donna did find the feel of the oiled metal rings on her own breast and nipples highly erotic. Of course the molding of the woman’s hands on her legs, her thighs and her vagina helped too.




Donna did pity the girl. She couldn’t belief the girl would do this to herself. It was just obvious to Donna this was beyond anything a normal person would do. Even gothic girls had some style, some class. This was just obscene. The girl would never be able to walk in revealing clothing without showing those awful tattoos and piercings.




She looked aside at the girl busy with Ms Brendan and saw she was just as freakish. And she was satisfying Ms Brendan as well, masturbating her simultaneously as she massaged her. And Ms Brendan enjoyed it shamelessly too.




Donna closed her eyes as her girl continued to work on her, massaging her, playing with her. She was a true expert. And she did it without any emotions, without a smile or anything. Just doing her job. Even as she deliberately masturbated Donna her face showed no emotions, no anger, no lust, just an emotionless glare only Asians can have.




Donna therefore just enjoyed the massage, the sex, and left the girl in her own world. She just closed her eyes as the girl rubbed her oiled up body on her, rubbed her pussy piercings over her thighs, her nipple piercings over her nipples. She enjoyed the hands professionally masturbating her, going deep into her vagina, her ass. It wasn’t long before the first of many orgasms came over her. Donna moaned uninhibited as the waves of pleasure hit her.




The girl left her vagina alone for a while, and returned to her ‘normal’ massage, until Donna had sufficiently recuperated, at which moment the Asian girl started the whole process again. The next orgasm Donna enjoyed with her hands covering her face to shut out the big bad world. And the next the same. Soon she lost count of her orgasms, as the girl forced orgasm after orgasm onto her, giving her less and less time to recover. A tired but very satisfied Donna finally fell asleep on the table, as the Asian girl turned her back on her belly, and gave Donna a last orgasm, which she experienced in her sleep, smiling.








Hours later the Asian girl was leading her by her leash downstairs to the living room. Donna wore now a long black, see-through dress, fitting tightly around her body, letting her free breasts bounce gently under the fabric.




She wore long silver earrings, several black beaded necklaces of different lengths, swaying seductively over her swinging breast. Around her arms she was given several bracelets, jingling as her arms moved around her body. Her left ankle was also wearing bracelets, showing of her long legs.




Her hair was washed and colored with blond streaks this time, and her face heavily made up. Her eye browse had been touched up, shaved into a sharp thin line, and colored black. She had large fake eye lashes, black and dark lines were applied around the lashes. Several layers of dark bronze eye shadow made sure her eyes had the perfect slut look.




As for her face itself thick layers of pancake had been applied and her cheek bones had been accentuated sharply with dark rouge. Her lips had been colored a wet dark red, making them sharply stand out.




When she had looked at herself after following all the instructions from the Asian girl she saw the face of a wanton slut, a woman in heat. She knew she was being prepared as a gift for Ms Brendan. A late evening dish to devour.




She had not been surprised when the girl had instructed her to oil her body again after her shower and to apply some panstik to both her breasts as well as to her vagina. Her nipples were colored with the same lipstick as her lips, be it that she had to apply it not juts to the nipples, but to the areolas too. It made them stand out clearly, let alone that the brush had made her nipples harden too.




The most humiliating moment was when the Asian girl went between her legs, and carefully painted her inner lips of her vagina. To really have to allow some complete stranger to apply make up to your most private parts was degrading. Especially as the girl clearly didn’t care about Donna’s feelings. As the girl professionally worked on her lips she just directed Donna to spread her legs wide, even getting annoyed whenever Donna moved her legs due to the erotic touches of the brush. Donna had found herself heaving heavily, close to crying, from sheer humiliation as she had felt the brush scrape over her lips. She was so ashamed she was letting this girl do this to her.




The final touch of her outfit had been high classy shoes, going perfectly with the dress. When Donna was led in front of the large wall mirror in the bedroom Donna saw the new Donna looking back at her. She would have loved the way she looked, so beautiful, wasn’t it that the dress and shoes totally were in contrast with her face, body make up. And she saw immediately that the dress actually needed for her to wear a bra. Now her large sagging breasts were deforming the dress, spoiling the picture. The fabric had not enough strength to keep her breast in place. And now, as she was led downstairs to Ms Brendan, she noticed this even more as her breasts swung freely from side to side with every step. The beaded long necklaces swinging along just made it look even worse. It made Donna feel as if her whole upper torso swung from left to right, and back again.




From the stairs she already saw Ms Brendan sitting at the large table on the couch she had fingered Donna just this morning. She had looked over her shoulder and had given Donna a friendly smile, only to return to her telephone call, and ignoring her further as Donna was placed in front of her.




“Smile” was the only instruction the Asian girl gave her, and Donna obediently did.




Both she and the Asian girl waited patiently as Ms Brendan continued to talk about some business deal.




“You look fabulous!” Ms Brendan said to the smiling Donna as she closed her cell. “The massage and short nap have done wonders!”




“Thank you, Ms Brendan.” Donna said with a smile. She actually did feel good, much better than before at least.




“Spread your legs and raise you’re dress.” Ms Brendan instructed friendly.




Donna obliged and felt Ms Brendan’s hand explore her exposed painted vagina.




“Good, nicely made up.” Ms Brendan approved. “Now show me your breasts too.”




Donna pulled the top of the breast aside, letting her breast flop out. Again Ms Brendan’s hands explored the exposed private parts, rubbing up the already erect nipples a bit more.




“Okay, pose squatted on the table.” She told Donna, as she instructed the Asian girl with her hand to shift the table a bit more towards her.




Donna stepped upon the lower table, and bend through her knees, making sure she lifted her dress so Ms Brendan had a good view of her wet vagina. She smiled a bit shy, as she felt terribly exposed now. She was offering herself again to her tormentor with a smile on her face!




“Okay, let’s discuss the situation, before we have a nice late dinner.” Ms Brendan told Donna, as she laid back on the couch, enjoying the view the exposed housewife gave her. “You enjoyed yourself today, right?”




“Yes, Ms Brendan, very much so.” Donna replied honestly. Not only did she enjoy herself, but now also diner would be served! She hadn’t eaten anything decent for over two days now, apart form some quick bites. Would she really get a lavish diner?




“Okay, and you understand why I treated you like this?” Ms Brendan asked on.




“No, not exactly Ms Brendan.” Donna replied “I… I expected to be punished again.”




“Expected or wanted?” Ms Brendan noted “I mean, you deliberately disobeyed orders with respect to the pictures and you didn’t dress appropriate in the beginning of the weekend. That you did on purpose, knowing you would be punished for it. A bit masochistic don’t you think? But I still want to help you with your terrible sexual problems, and have some fun with you at the same time. You still want to be my girlfriend, right?”




“Yes, Ms Brendan.” Donna answered halfhearted.




“You like having lesbian sex?” Ms Brendan asked.




Donna hesitated a bit, thinking of the brutal SM she had experienced, as well as the lovely kissing and caressing “Yes… Ms Brendan.” She finally answered.




Ms Brendan smiled understanding her predicament. “You don’t like the punishment, the rough sex, right? Ah well, that’s understandable. It takes some time to enjoy pain, to admit you enjoy pain. But you eventually will, or at least endure it much easier. I’m not going to lie to you it won’t happen again, Some things are just too good to pass up.”




“But you would prefer lesbian sex above heterosexual acts?” Ms Brendan asked on.




Donna didn’t know what to say. The lesbian sex wasn’t bad, she actually liked it, at least much better than for instance the rapes she had endured on the island. But she thought of sex with Robert, and that was good too. At least the last time with him had been great. But sex with other men was not something that Donna wanted, ever.




“I see you wondering. Let me clarify this a bit. You are a whore, right?”




Donna nodded.




“And whores fuck for money. Now do you rather have sex with a strange man, or a strange woman?”




“A strange woman, Ms Brendan.” Donna answered.




“Thought so.” Ms Brendan said “And you are my girlfriend, right? You still want to be my hot little girlfriend, don’t you?”




“Yes, Ms Brendan… I love you.” Donna answered. She wanted to flatter Ms Brendan a bit, so added the ‘I love you’ on purpose.




Ms Brendan couldn’t hold back a laugh as she saw through Donna “That’s a good one, Cutty…”




“…So you are a whore, and you want to be my girlfriend.” She continued her logic “That’s what I expected. Now if you are my girlfriend, I don’t want you to have sex with all sorts of men. I find the thought of touching a pussy that has been contaminated with sperm disgusting, let alone the thought of those disgusting sweaty male bodies rubbing all over you. But you still want to be a whore, if not alone because you need to make some money, you need it to pay for all your debts, right?”




“Yes, Ms Brendan.” Donna could see where she was going.




“Therefore I propose you become a lesbian whore. Sell yourself to ladies only, not to men.”




She looked at Donna who started to think it over. Still, it did look more promising than being a whore, haunting bars and picking up all sorts of men. – and their diseases. The latter absolutely terrified Donna.




“It means for instance you’ll fuck the ladies you saw at the party Friday. They would love to have you in their beds, between their legs. And I can still keep you as a girlfriend, and even enjoy all the wonderful new things you’ll learn from them.”




Donna quickly concluded that this was indeed a better option than fucking all sorts of men. She thought about the men she had flirted with, that had felt her up. She too was disgusted by the thought of them ramming their ugly dicks into her vagina. Better yet, this was so much more the way she had thought her flirting with Ms Brendan would turn out. And though sex with the other cruel ladies wasn’t really something she looked forward too, she figured that by pleasing Ms Brendan as her girlfriend she would let her work more, and whore less. Than she would make enough money anyway.




“I… I think I would like that, Ms Brendan…” She answered carefully, still waiting for a catch.




“Think about it, Cutty… I mean refuse every dick…” Ms Brendan looked her in they eye “…Also the one attached to that husband of yours…”




Surprised Donna shifted uncomfortable on the table. She had not expected this. Not at all.




“I… I don’t know… I don’t understand… Ms Brendan…” she finally stammered. “I mean, he’s my husband, my family. I must have sex with him?”




Ms Brendan had to laugh again at her reply “You don’t ‘have to’ have sex with him, only if you want to. These are modern days. And if you ‘want’ to become a lesbian whore, you simply don’t ‘want’ to have sex with him anymore…”




“But… what if he performs well?” Donna tried. She couldn’t imagine Robert coming home, and she refusing him to have sex with her.




“Well, you’ll have to find other ways to satisfy him.” Ms Brendan said simply “That’s why I wanted you to understand the implications of what I’m offering. I want you to be my girlfriend, and whore yourself to other women. Preferably you’ll sell yourself to my friends so you can keep your act discrete. If not, you just become an ordinary slut, and fuck with every bloke that offers you a dime.”




“I can tell you there is much more money to be made as a lesbian whore. Especially if you let me choose your clients. Than you also have much less problems with diseases and that kind of stuff. Much less a need for a pimp to protect you.”




Donna was going through her options. She now understood the catch, but tried to imagine what the real consequences would be. How long would this last? How long would she not be able to make love to her husband? How long before he forces himself onto her? “No, he wouldn’t do that.” She knew “But it will for sure make all things much more complicated. We will have numerous fights about it if it lasts too long…”




“And I would love to have you as my girlfriend, Cutty.” Ms Brendan pressed on “II will treat you wonderfully. I’ll make you so pretty, especially for me.. I’ll shower you in jewelry, clothes, shoes, everything your heart will come to desire.”




Donna looked suspicious at Ms Brendan, though still keeping a smile on her face. It all sounded too good to be true, yet as she thought about it, she didn’t really have an option. “If I don’t agree, she’ll make things worse for me, she’ll give me to some cruel pimp, and turn me into a real hooker. If I agree, and if I do my utmost to please her, and her friends, life might mostly be as relaxing as today. I only need to make her and her friends happy at times by acting the lesbian slut. And at home I’ll only need to fight off Robert the few times he's home. And it is only temporal, until I find my way out…”




In the end just the thought of a big ugly pimp slapping her around whenever she didn’t bring in enough money was enough to convince her. That she didn’t want and, knowing Ms Brendan, that would happen faster than her escape.




“Okay, Ms Brendan, I’ll do it. I’ll be a lesbian hooker… I’ll be your devoted girlfriend.” Donna said. She deliberately added the latter, to get a reaction from Ms Brendan. Was she serious she would be her girlfriend and would she treat her nice from now on?




“Great, sweet Cutty!” Ms Brendan said very pleased. “I’m so glad you didn’t choose to become an ordinary hooker. I’m sure you won’t be sorry you decided to become a full fledged lesbian.”




Donna was happy Ms Brendan was happy, and didn’t mind when Ms Brendan kissed her full on the lips. No, she eagerly returned the kiss, and they bobbed their heads in unison as they kissed passionately. Donna wanted to show her she would do everything possible to please her at all times. And she placed as much emotion, devotion as she could muster into each kiss.




She knew she could do it. She knew she could act, live, the way Ms Brendan would want her girlfriends to live. Especially as the alternative was so gross. She knew things would be hard sometimes. And she new Ms Brendan would rule her life even more. She would do disgusting things as she had seen during the party, but she could do them. If it was just with women… It was just so much less appalling than the alternative.




“Now that is settled let’s discuss your next problem.” Ms Brendan said just as she stopped kissing Donna. She caressed the face of the wondering Donna and sat back again. “You have some pretty dirty pictures on the net…”

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