Donna's Transformation

DONNA'S TRANSFORMATION

CHAPTER 1 - [The weekend before and the First Tuesday]

Peter finished writing his notes and put his pen down. He'd turn in his report tomorrow, but they'd already agreed that Peter would call the shots so there was no point not explaining things to Donna right away. He turned around in his chair and watched them. Donna was on her back, legs wrapped around Tom's back, eyes rolled back in her head, cumming again.  Her beautiful blond mane was splayed on the pillow, Peter could see her expertly manicured fingernails running up and down Tom's sides. Her body was sweat soaked and glistening. Tom was the third man she'd fucked this afternoon and she got hotter with each one. He arched his back and groaned loudly as he cam inside her, pumping hard and fast now, buried to the hilt. Donna moaned as she came one last time.

"Get dressed and get out," Peter told Tom. Tom looked at him and laughed. "You're the boss, boss."

He climbed off of the bed and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. Donna lay panting on the bed, legs spread wide, cum oozing from between her cunt lips. Peter looked at her again. Yes, this was going to be perfect.

Her body was slim, boyish with 36C breasts. Her face had that androgynous look that fashion magazines loved so much in the 1970's. With her makeup on, she was exquisitely feminine but without it, she was ambiguous. Peter smiled. That was perfect.

"Just lay there," he told her. He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand along the inside of her right thigh, from just above the knee until he touched her cunt. She squirmed slowly, breathing heavily again, immediately ready for another round.

"You're quite a woman, aren't you?" he said.

"I love to fuck if that's what you mean," she retorted. Peter stroked her skin gently, let his fingers run through her pussy hair. It was trimmed to a straight line across the top and along the line of the top of her thigh, but she wasn't bald or landing stripped like so many of the other women. That made sense, though. In her mid 40's, she was of the wrong generation for that look.

"But you know that, don't you? You know I'm a married woman and I'm fucking Rod and that's why I'm here," she snapped at him.

Peter remained calm, ran his hand over her belly, then across her right breast. The nipple was still hard from earlier. Her tugged it gently and she ground her bottom into the bed. "I also have pictures of you and your boss, don't forget that." He stood up and stared down at her. "And you're right, that's exactly why we're here. I have plans for you."

"I fucked two of your friends yesterday and three today. What other plans could you have?" She sat up, started to move her right leg to the edge of the bed.

"Don't move until I tell you to move," he said in an even voice. Donna felt it shoot though her. There was something about his voice that commanded obedience. Even if he didn't have the pictures he'd showed her, she would have found it hard not to follow his instructions. "Lay back down and open your legs. Wide." She did as she was told. "Wider. Until your calves hang off the edges of the bed." Donna opened herself as wide as she could, felt her ankles and part of her legs slide downward. She felt the jism dripping down between her ass cheeks and closed her eyes, enjoying the rush.

Peter heard Tom come out of the bathroom. "Peter, that was amazing. Thanks. First class pussy, first class all the way." He opened the door to the hotel room and let himself out.

"You are a very sensuous woman, aren't you?" Peter asked. "You love dressing in those expensive outfits you wear to the office. You enjoy using your body to get what you want. I know you've only been at AXR for two and a half years and have already been promoted twice. Powers likes his pussy, doesn't he?"

Donna squirmed. How did he know so much about her and Roger? He was right, she'd come on board at the financial firm in the summer of 2005 and immediately spotted Roger Powers as the star to hitch her wagon to. They'd fucked only a dozen or so times but it had been enough. He was taking good care of her career.

"And this stud? Rod? What a stupid name by the way. Blond hair, blue eyed. I presume he surfs, hm? Well, he would if we were anywhere near water." Peter drilled each word into her head, he was laying his cards on the table - he seemed to know everything about her. "And poor Todd. You've been married just over eight years now, right? Let's see...if you started fucking Powers two years ago, that means you didn't even wait for the seven year itch." Peter slid forward onto the bed and leaned close to Donna's face. "You are a real whore, aren't you?" He leaned closer. "No doubt it was a smart career move, but you loved it didn't you?" He bent closer still. "Powers' cock inside you. All that money and power under the spell of Donna and her golden snatch. A real whore." He stood up and stood with his arms crossed, watching her. Donna didn't move, just stared back at him, her breath measured and slow.

Finally, he spoke. "Donna. You are all woman. The perfect woman, actually. Lithe body, pleasant sized breasts, long blonde hair, manicure, pedicure, intelligent, and sexy. Very sexy in fact. I've loved watching you cum. You wear expensive clothes, the best perfume, tasteful jewelry. The complete package. And best of all, an incredible fuck. You are an amazing fuck. I've brought in five of my best bulls and you've impressed them all. Velvet snatch. Soft lips. An enthusiastic fuck but not aggressive. Frankly, you're one of the most amazing pieces of pussy I've seen in a long time." He smiled as he watched her. She was actually responding to his description of her body, her lips slightly parted, her nipples there was no point waiting to announce the news to Donna.  just a bit, but enough for him to notice.

"All of that's going to change. I'm going to see you next week on Tuesday and Thursday. Every week from now on actually. You will be here on Tuesday at six in the morning, you will be sent home at two a.m. Wednesday. On Thursday, be here at four in the afternoon, you can go home at two."

Donna laughed. "You're crazy. I have a job. You know that - you know everything *else* about me!"

"Not my problem. I'm booked on the weekends and on Wednesday. And Monday's just too early in the week."

She shook her head. "No, you don't understand. I'm married. I have a home. I have a job. I can't just..."

"Donna, you are going to be an ass slut from now on. We'll get you started on Tuesday and continue on Thursday. You'll get used to it quickly, I expect," he lied. "I really find it quite disgusting how you've used your body in such a whorish way and we are going to change all of that. As of today, you are not to have vaginal intercourse again." She stared at him, her mouth open. "Ever." She blinked in disbelief. "Not even with your husband. And never, never with anyone I send to you. The same with Powers."

"You don't understand! I can't just..."

"I think we're done here," he interrupted her. He walked to the door then stopped and looked at his watch. "Your last one for the day will be here in about ten minutes. You can fuck him however you like. Maybe a nice last hurrah for your cunt. It's your call. Be out of here by seven." He opened the door and walked out.

Donna sat on the bed staring at the back of the door. What the fuck was he talking about? It was one thing to blackmail her to fuck some friends - in fact part of her found it a turn on - but what kind of stupid statement was 'no vaginal sex ever'? She shook her head and lay back. Her hand slid between her legs and she stroke her kitty gently. It was soaking wet and she masturbated, cumming quickly.

She heard a card slide into the door and the mechanism clicked. The man who came in was attractive and well dressed, she opened her legs and let him fuck her face to face.

"You look like you could use some attention," Todd said to her. He was right, she looked exhausted. She was exhausted. She'd been fucking strangers all day in Peter's hotel room, she wondered if Todd could guess from the way she looked. Or the way she smelled.

He took her hand and walked her into the bedroom. "Come on, get on the bed and I'll get the oils."

"No, Todd, really, it's OK," she protested. She was sore and swollen and worried he would notice.

Todd chuckled. "Don't fight it. Just take your clothes off and get over there." He pulled the sheets down on the bed then went into the bathroom to find the spiced oils they both liked. Todd had been a New Ager since long before they met and was always finding new ways to pamper her.

Donna took off her clothes and quickly lay face down on the bed. At least he wouldn't see how swollen and red she was. Not right away anyway. And maybe she could pretend to fall asleep before he rolled her over.

Todd knelt on the bed beside her and poured some of the oil into his hand, rubbing them together to warm it. "So, rough day at work?" He pressed his hands down into her shoulders, rubbing hard. She moaned, she loved the way it felt. He'd taken certificates in three different types of massage and she loved them all. He ran his hands down her back, massaging the long muscles along the spine.

"Rough day. Yes. And..." she paused, trying to sound casual "...it sounds like it's going to get worse for a while. I may have to work late a couple of nights a week."

Todd shifted his weight and ran his hands over her bottom. She moaned, she couldn't help herself. Donna had always been very sensual, always came easily. Todd knew it and was careful to keep his hands from getting too close to the spots he knew turned her on. She was already sensitized from the earlier fucking and it was impossible for her to stop herself. She felt her pussy twitching and rolled over, pulled Todd on top of her and into her, fucking hard and fast, the soreness of his cock in her already well-fucked pussy turning her on even more. She came screaming twice before he finished.

[The First Tuesday]

Donna pressed the button for the elevator, her stomach tight and queasy. She'd woke at five, put on a typical work outfit - an expensive cream colored skirt, burgundy blouse, necklace and jewelry - had a glass of orange juice and toast for breakfast, then driven to the hotel. The small Illinois town they lived in had only two hotels that rated 5 stars and Peter had taken a large corner suite in one of them. She had the entry card in her purse, the room number etched in her mind from last Friday.

She thought back to last week. It was Wednesday when Peter had introduced himself to her. A courier had delivered a manila envelope to her at ten in the morning. It had no return address, only her name written across the front in black marker. She'd opened it and found pictures of herself with Roger, of her with Steve Fordson, and of herself with Rod. She recognized the Rod picture immediately - it was one he'd talked her into taking with his phone weeks ago. She'd resisted but he pushed and she gave in.

She didn't know where the pictures of her and Roger came from. He'd always been intensely secretive about their relationship - he had to be, he was her boss. The photos were recent, she recognized them from just a week ago. Likewise the photos of Steve. Steve Fordson was another piece on her chess board. He'd come to AXR three years before her and had also attached himself to Roger. When she learned that, she'd enticed *him* a few times as well. Best to stay connected to all of the men who might be helpful to her career, that was her policy.

She shook her head, the timing was horrible. Roger had announced there was a position opening up and she and Steve were the front runners. She'd made sure to connect with both of them to see if she could learn anything else. Somehow or other, someone got photos of both of those encounters. And now they were in an envelope in her hand. Along with a note that read "Coffee shop. Ten minutes."

Donna had folded the envelope and stuffed it into her purse, went downstairs and looked around. Peter waved her over and told her to sit down. He'd explained it very concisely - he would distribute the photos to her boss, coworkers, friends and family if she didn't show up Thursday afternoon. He wrote down the name and room number of the hotel.

Donna, of course, showed up. She had no choice. Peter was there with two other men, both of whom took her into the bedroom one at a time. None of them said much, Peter only told her to come back the next day - Friday - at the same time. Now, here she was again. Donna wondered if Peter would even remember his "anal only" comment from last week. Maybe he was just kinky and got off on saying that kind of thing.

She opened the door and walked into the suite. Peter was standing inside, arms behind his back. He looked at his watch and nodded. "Two minutes before six. Very punctual." She closed the door behind her and followed him into the big second room. She looked around. He'd pushed all of the furniture against the walls except for a leather Ottoman.

"Go ahead and remove your clothing. This will be your home for the day," he said, as nonchalant as if he were talking about the weather. Donna took off her shoes and jewelry, put them on the dresser. Peter opened a drawer and put them inside. "Best to keep the illusion," he said. She wondered what he meant.

While she unzipped her skirt, Peter opened the other drawer and flipped open the top of a box. She slid the skirt around her ankles and stepped out of it, folded it and put it in the drawer. She took off her stocking, garter belt, and panties, laying them in the drawer on top of the skirt.

"Here, this will help," Peter said, offering her a small, crystal object. It looked like a plum on a flat stand. A butt plug of some kind?

He watched her amused as she turned it over in her hand. "Put it in your vagina. So nobody accidentally fucks you there." He walked out of the room and back into the foyer.

Donna stood for a long time staring at it. He was serious, he'd been serious last week.

There was a knock at the door. Peter looked at her and snapped, "get on the Ottoman. On your knees." She turned her head, caught a view of herself in the mirror. She was still wearing her bra and the blouse. And holding the crystal plug. She turned back to look at Peter but his back was to her, he was opening the door. Donna dropped the thing into the drawer and climbed on the Ottoman.

"So, this is the ass freak?" she heard a voice say.

"Not yet, but we're working on it," Peter answered. "In fact, *you* my friend are going to be the first one. You are the initiatory sodomite."

"Are you serious? She's not one of your regulars?"

Donna felt a hand on her bottom and froze. Peter spit and she felt it land in the crack of her ass. His finger smeared the warm liquid up and down then he spit again. "Nope, she isn't." He slid the tip of his finger slowly into her anus. "But she is going to be." He spit again and pushed slowly until it was buried deep inside her. Then, he twisted it slowly in a circle. "She is going to be one of my best." She winced as he slid it in and out of her bottom, pushing deep, pulling it nearly all the way out. She felt him stop.

"Where's the plug?" he asked. Donna stammered that she'd put it in the drawer.

Peter spit again and slid a second finger in beside the first. "Oh, I see. So, you are so anxious for this, you don't think you'll need the help." She cringed, that wasn't what it meant at all. She'd never done it that way before and still didn't believe he was going to go through with it. Or hadn't believed it. Now, she did. "You are so anxious to become an ass slut you refused my offer." He slid a third finger into her and she let out a moan. "Please, it hurts, please, stop for a minute." She heard Peter spit again, felt a bit of relief as the slickness went into her.

"Are you sure she's ready for this?" Peter's associate asked.

"You know how this works," Peter said. The other man didn't respond. Donna saw his legs as he walked around in front of her. He unzipped his pants and pushed his semi-stiff cock into her mouth.

"Get me nice and wet. Trust me, you'll appreciate it." Donna slurped madly at his cock, spitting and soaking it as much as she could. "Peter, maybe you should lube her?" She felt Peter's fingers slide out of her. He gave her a slap on the bottom and said, "you're right." She heard him walking toward the bathroom. "Let's go easy on her this time." When he returned, she felt a drizzle of something chilly running between her ass cheeks, then his fingers pushing into her again. This time, they slid in easily, two, then three, then the tip of his thumb. She licked and slurped at the cock in her mouth, hoping wildly she could suck him off and avoid all of this.

The man chuckled and pulled her hair, took himself out of her mouth. "I think she's ready. She seems eager to something, getting a little wild here." He walked around behind her and she felt the head of his cock at the little puckered hole. He held her hips firmly and pushed slowly into her. She adjusted her ass, moved it up and down, tried to relax but couldn't. The pain shot through her like a knife and she cried out loud for him to stop. He withdrew slowly then pushed back in again. Donna's hair was flailing and tears were running down her face. "Stop, stop, just give me a minute, stop..." she muttered but he continued. He was gentle and slow but relentless. After a long time, she felt something like relief and tried to ride along with him. It hurt but it wasn't the shooting pain from five minutes ago.

"Nice break-in, Billy," Peter said. "That's why I always let you have the new ones first." Donna sobbed. This was their idea of gentle? Billy pushed deep into her, held himself still, swelled his cockhead. She groaned and squeezed her eyes tight.

"It's nearly six-thirty, Andy's on his way. Why don't you finish up?" Peter said.

Donna moaned as Billy picked up the pace, plunging into her deep and fast, ignoring her squirming and fighting. She felt the hot liquid shoot up into her bowels when he came and felt sick. She'd never felt anything like that before. It was disgusting and nasty. She felt bile in the back of her throat, swallowed hard. Billy slid his cock out of her and she felt the goo drizzle down her left leg.

"Yeah, she's gonna be good at this. Just break her in right, OK?" Billy said to Peter. Peter didn't answer. He leaned down and whispered in Donna's ear, "lose the blouse."

The two men walked to the door while Donna remained shivering on the Ottoman. She'd never felt so used. This must be what it meant when women talked about being violated. She'd always been in control before, her pussy always the center of attention. Now, everything had changed.

She tried to move, to raise herself up so she could undo her blouse, but she couldn't. Her body was paralyzed, frozen in place like a statue, like...she pictured it...like a blow up doll. Fucked and left on the floor for next time. Her arms trembled, she felt the tears dripping off the end of her nose and onto the floor.

Peter closed the door and walked back to her. "Get used to it. This is your life now." He helped her up and unbuttoned the blouse, pulled it off her and threw it on the floor. "You'll get used to it, really." He unsnapped her bra and slid it over her shoulders. He wiped her face with the inside of he left cup. He put his hand underneath her chin and raised her face. Her eyes met his. "Well, maybe not." He dropped the bra on the floor. There was a knock at the door. "Get back into position," he said, then walked to the door.

Donna ass-fucked the next two men on the Ottoman but couldn't stop shaking by the time the fourth man approached her. Peter helped him get her face-down on the bed, a pile of pillows raising her ass high in the air. And endless stream of men fucked her that way, she lost count at twelve and that was before Peter let her take a break for lunch. She couldn't eat, just sat rocking on the bed, her bottom sliding in the pool of cum that was spreading around her. Peter made her drink a glass of water and use the toilet. A stream of brownish goo spurted out of her ass when she peed. She lowered her head in her hands and cried.

It was two in the afternoon when the next man showed up. Peter had Donna stand this time, bracing herself against the wall with her hands, her legs spread wide while the man pounded into her ass. She fucked the next dozen men this way, her knees weak but determined not to collapse. She wouldn't give Peter the satisfaction. Peter knew it too. He would enjoy breaking her slowly.

The man who came at eight o'clock was the one who pushed her over the edge. His cock was thin but long and she moaned, fell forward against the wall. Peter and Colin - the thin cocked man - helped her to her knees before he pushed back into her again. He came quickly, which disappointed Peter. The man apologized and proceeded to fuck Donna's ass with his fingers for another fifteen minutes. When he was finished, he wiped the goo all over her back and hips, then went into the bathroom to clean up.

The eight-thirty man was disappointed.

"What the fuck is this?" he complained. Peter knew what he meant but wanted Donna to hear it.

"What's wrong, Alex?"

"You know damn well what's wrong. Watch," he said, pushing his cock easily into Donna's ass. He pulled it out with a slurping sound, goo dripping from the head.

"You always bring me in so damned late in the game. Look how fuckin' loose she is!" He stuck his cock in her again, pulled it out, heard the same sound. "Bitch's been at it all day, hasn't she?" he growled.

Donna trembled, her face red, tears in her eyes. They'd ruined her ass, she'd gone from an ass virgin to an ass too loose to fuck in one day. Her life was over. She collapsed on the floor, pulled her knees up in her arms.

"Oh, no. No, you don't," Peter said. He and Alex pulled her up, stood her face-first against the wall. Peter pushed his fingers into her bottom. "Clench!" he yelled. Donna tried but it was so sore, so sore. He leaned closer, growled in her ear. "Clench your ass, you whore, or the pictures hit the internet." Donna focused and clenched her ass, feeling his fingers now, huge and stiff inside her. He pulled them out.

"Alex, get in there," Peter barked. Alex slid his cock easily into Donna's ass, stood still, buried deep. "OK. Milk me," he said. Donna clenched down and he moaned. She relaxed her muscles, then repeated it.

Peter leaned his face against the wall, right in front of her. "A new talent for you to learn. You're going to milk the next three with your hot little ass." Donna nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Y...y...yes...I'm...going to..." Alex moaned and went stiff, unloading deep inside her. Donna groaned and relaxed her muscles, holding the wall for support. "Pee...Peter...I...I can't do this..." she muttered. Peter smiled at her. "You know your choices." She lowered her head and he stepped back.

"Nice work, Alex. Nice work. Go wash up."

"Donna?" Peter asked with a sneer. "Feeling like enough of an ass slut yet?" She shook her head. "Bottom of the barrel?" She kept shaking. "Low as you can go?"

She muttered "yes, yes."

"Wrong," he said. She heard him walk across the room then back. She felt something chilly against the insides of both thighs. "You're never going to find the bottom. There is no bottom. I can always take you down deeper." He pressed the metallic thing against her harder. "Let's clean you out a little bit. Squirt what's inside of you into the bucket."

Donna felt her stomach drop. "No! Never!" she cried, shaking her hand, pounding her fists against the wall.

"Photos. Videotapes. Your husband. Your family." He stopped talking when he heard the gush of cum Donna was forcing out of her bottom splash into the bucket. He stroked her hair and kissed her head. "Good girl."

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