Cutty

No character is or was ever real. No part of the story is a fantasy of the author. No part of this story may be used or posted on a site without expressed permission of the author.

 

Copyright 2007 by Bokkey.

 

Story by Bokkey

e-mail: bokkey2004@yahoo.com

 

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.