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, 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.