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Chapter 16
Debra was in complete disbelief of her situation, as she felt her face being rubbed back and forth over the lightly toasted, and well buttered bread. Her body continued rocking back and forth on the food, covering the shiny cold metal table. Her flailing arms had knocked over a pitcher of maple syrup, and her stomach was now coated in the sticky goo.
"Oh yeah!!!! I've even got some jobs already lined up for your fine little ass." Mr. Bradley said, again dripping his saliva onto her back. "You know, I think you'll close some really fine deals between these legs of yours." he added hammering his prick into her sore and abused ass.
After several minutes of rapid pounding, he stopped, his cock buried in her ass to the hilt. Debra didn't move under him, expecting to feel the release of his sperm in her ass at any moment. He pulled his cock almost free of her sphincter, and then rammed it all of the way back in violently. He then again slowly withdrew his cock again, before repeating the process over and over, again and again. His pace continued to increase with each painful thrust. Her ass was unbearably sore already, and his painful thrusts felt like tearing daggers, slicing her tender ass hole apart.
The pain began causing tears to streak down her face, as she again dealt with yet another assault. As his pace continued to increase, he missed on one of his strokes, and stabbed his cock into the skin around her pulverized anal eye. She screamed in pain, as he tried to jam his prick back into her ass. As she screamed in pain, he took a hold of her tossing head, and pulling her by her hair, brought her head up to his own.
"Scream Deb! Scream for all that you're worth. There is plenty more where this came from slut!" he said, laughing in her ear. His hand now twisting her hair about painfully, as he violently forced his cock deep into her ass. "You're mine! Say it Debra, tell me that your mine. Tell me that you're my slut." he screamed, violently jerking her hair.
"I'm your slut! Oh god, I'm your slut! Ouch!!" she screamed back at him, in pain.
His seed erupted into her bowels, as he let out a howl of dominance over her. Before his ejaculation had ended, he had pulled his cock free of her ass, pulled her from the table, and forced her to her knee's, where he quickly thrust his still pulsing rod into her open mouth.
"Eat shit Deb. Your own shit that is." he said, coming down from his own climax. "Clean it off!" he screamed, when she made no movements on the cock in her mouth. "Fucking lick it clean slut!" he commanded, twisting her hair in his hand.
Debra had become all too familiar with the flavors of the juices that she now tasted in her mouth. Although still disgusted by the taste and the smell of it, it was more the conscious thoughts that caused her stomach to turn, than the actual physical act of sucking his shit covered cock clean. She ran her tongue around his prick, as she sucked the juices from it, making a loud, lewd slurping noise, as she worked on it voraciously. Mr. Bradley looked down at his new acquisition, and thought of how strange it was.
In fact, she was older, and not as attractive as the woman that he was now using in his business dealings. If it not for the fact that he always felt like she was the little fish that got away, he probably would have left her in the dungeon. He had dropped the hints, and had others like Linda give her the hints. But she had been oblivious to them.
Mr. Bradley was a man that got what he wanted, and he had wanted Debra. He was a little disappointed when she hadn't fallen all over him, but he hadn't pushed it, as he had bagged Linda instead. But once he had gotten his fill of her, he had instructed her to drop the hints to Debra. In fact, he had Linda and two other girls from the office tell Debra what she needed to do, to get ahead. But all Debra had done was to laugh them off. Then she met this Ray, and soon she was spending all of her spare time with him.
He had moved on to other women himself, but always kept the image of Debra as the one that got away. She had been one of the few women in his life that he had lusted after, that he had not fulfilled his fantasy with. He then heard that she was the dungeon, and was on his way there, when he heard of the troubles that Mr. Fass was having over her not really being there willingly.
He had wanted her for so long, that he feared that having only one shot with her wouldn't be enough, so he made a deal. He had bought her freedom, and paid well for it. The three slaves that he had traded for her, had been some of his finest, but as with all things, they where only possessions to be traded like any other commodity. While the business sense in his mind told him that he was making a bad trade, his other mind had plans of its own.
When he felt that she had done as he had asked, he finally pulled his spent cock from her mouth. He then pulled her to her feet, bacon dangling from one breast, and eggs stuck on the other. He pushed her back onto the table suddenly, feeling hungry.
Debra closed her eyes, feeling very sick, and close to vomiting. She now found herself lying on her back, on the remnants of the breakfast that she had been enjoying only minutes ago. Her back ached, as she lay on what she guess was a spoon and a plate in the small of her back. Mr. Bradley had begun to eat the food from her body, as she lay heaving underneath him.
His tongue lapping the food from her skin was strangely erotic to her, causing sparks to shoot through her skin. His tongue lapping at the syrup, small nibbles on her skin, as he bit the food off her. She began moaning from his touch.
He had dipped a sausage link into her cunt, before eating it in two large bites. He next licked the syrup from her belly, flicking everywhere at her skin, delicately touching her with his tongue's course texture. She lay whimpering on the cold table from her miserable position, and continuing agony.
After several more minutes he finished his meal, having dined off of her body. Without bothering to clean himself up, or even pull up his pants, he moved back over to his chair, as she slid off of the table.
"Take a seat slut." he demanded, in a cold uncaring voice.
Debra took her seat, pulling the cold metal chair back to the table, she had also noticed that the monitor across from her was still showing scenes of her infidelities. She took a seat, and lowered her gaze from the monitor, disgusted once again by her actions.
"I have told you already that I have gone to great trouble to free you from the dungeon, and the certain fate that you would have met there. You put the future of many people on the line, with your little escapade!" he told her, scolding her like a child.
She looked up at him ready to correct him, to tell him that she wasn't behind any of it. But the look that she saw in his eyes, told her that it would only get worse for her, if she did.
"Now I did this because I like you Debra." he said, a little more upbeat. "I also know that you're a hard worker, and will work hard to pay me back, right?" he asked her.
She stared at him, imagining what he meant, and all the implications of it.
"I'm right aren't I Deb?" he asked again, more annoyed now.
"Yes." she replied, as she again lowered her head, not wanting to look at him.
"You'll help me close some deals?" he asked, and paused, taking a deep breath "No matter what it takes, isn't that right Debra."
"Yes." she again replied.
"Good. Your only about six hours away from going home. You're willing to prove your commitments to me now, aren't you Debra?" he asked, again in a more sympathetic voice.
Debra nodded her head, not able to verbally acknowledge him.
"Look. I've gone to a lot of trouble, and expense, to make sure that I got back all of the pictures, videos, and computer disks, that they've taken of you. They show all of the shit that you've pulled behind your hubby's back this past couple of months. The men that 'worked' you over are gone. I have it on good authority that the dead will have to walk the earth, before they'll ever bother you again. I've done all that I can do to help you get back to your family, and try to live a normal life again. All that I'm asking of you, is a little reciprocation for my charity. However, if you don't wish to show me your gratitude for my efforts, then perhaps I'll just return you to the dungeon, and see what kind of a refund I can get for my investment. I'm sure that they can gather another crowd for your 'FINAL' show." Mr. Bradley explained.
"No! No please! I'll do what you want, okay?" she replied, looking up at him with pleading eyes, "I'll do anything, just let me go back to my family please?" she begged.
"I told you already, just do what you're told, and you're on your way home in six hours. Refuse and I send you back to the dungeon now. Who knows, maybe you can work out a deal there. I mean it's not like you would have a lot to lose at that point, you know.' he said, rubbing his thumbs together.
"No I... I'll do whatever you want. I really just want to go home." she pleaded with him. "I want to help you, I do, to, ah, show my thanks for you helping me out, right?" she replied, trying to sound enthusiastic about it.
"Really, well let's see if we understand one another Debra. As I told you before I've had trouble making you understand me in the past, so I want to make sure that we're on the same page." he said waving his arm in the air, "I send you home in a few hours you see the kids to sleep in your own bed, and enjoy your life, right?" he said, as she shook her head in agreement, as he spoke.
"Now old Ray works five plus days a week down at the paper, from what,8 to about 7? Well that's okay, because you're busy with the kids, right?" he asked, as she continued shaking her head, happy to hear about returning to the life she knew.
"That's what I thought. Of course, I understand the twins started pre-school at the church a few weeks ago. So you have about four, maybe five hours of free time, three days a week. Am I right Deb?" he asked her.
"Yeah, that's right." she replied more apprehensively now, knowing that he knew her schedule.
"Well you're gonna start going to the gym right after you drop the twins off. I already took the liberty of paying the next year's worth of day care, so that when they get out of pre-school, they'll go right across the hall to the day care, until you pick Alley up, and then them. Okay?" he asked, and paused.
"Okay." she answered, trying to smile.
"So you go to the gym down by the market, I have a membership card already for you. You go downstairs to the locker room, change into the clothes that I put in your locker, and then go into the office, right there in the locker room. It's a private gym, and no one you know goes there. I know the owner, and will make sure no one ever that you know will get a membership there. Anyway, you'll leave through the basement in the back, and pick up a different vehicle, that the owner will give you the keys to, and then do what you do best." he said with a smirk.
"You close the deals for me, and I let you lead a normal life the rest of the time." he said, opening his arms graciously, "I may of course need to make other arrangements with you for special clients, but I know we'll work something out." he continued, and then waited for her answer.
"Yeah, I can uh do that. I mean it would..." she paused, trying to find the words, "be what..." she took another long pause, "I mean it's the least that I can do."
"Yes, I believe that's so." Mr. Bradley said, warming to her acceptance. "So you understand what is expected of you, in order for you to close deals for me."
"Yeah. I understand." she replied passively.
"And you're okay with that, as a way of paying me back for saving your marriage, family and life?" he asked, hoping to have her sound more willing.
"Yes, I would, uh, like to show my, well my apperception for your help, of course." she replied, as yet another tear ran down her cheek, as she accepted her fate.
"Really? Do you want me to trust you, to believe you?" he asked, standing and gazing down at her. Her top now bunched up under her tits and her skirt still bunched up above her hips.
"Yes, you should believe me. I do want you to trust me. I just want to go home right now to my family, my life, as I haven't seen them in over a week. I'll do whatever I have to do, to get my life back, and save my marriage. Anything!" she replied desperately.
"Well then, you had best prove it now. I plan on you closing some deals for me and you're going to start doing that today. I have had something come up, and you're perfect for it. You prove to me today that you'll do as you're told, and you'll be home just after dinner. I'll then trust you to go to the gym on Wednesday, like I said. If you fail me today, I'll send you back to the dungeon tonight, and ask for a refund. Do we understand each other Debra?" he asked her, pulling his pants up, and then zipping them.
"Yes I'll prove it to you, I will." she replied, crying hopefully.
"Excellent I think you should know that in showing that you will do what you're told and with whom you're told one of the deals you'll close today will be with someone of your acquaintance. I'll see to it that you identity is protected and they'll never need to know its you does this pose any problems for you?" he asked her his hands now resting on her shoulders.
She hesitated as she quickly thought over her options or lack there of. "No. No problem as long as they won't recognize me." She said tearfully.
"Good. Leslie prepare her." he said, as he walked out of the room.
Debra was led out of the room by a tall blond wearing a leather corset. She was taken to the bathroom and cleaned up and bathed. She was clothed in a similar black corset, one that pushed her new, larger breasts up and out, putting them on display obscenely, and she blushed as she saw how obscene that they looked like this.
After heavily applying a thick coat of red lipstick Leslie had her open her mouth as she held up a bottle of what looked like breath freshener.
"This is a medical muscle relaxer that is used to keep the vocal chords from being damaged during surgery. I am going to spray some in the back of your throat it will keep you from talking, but should wear off in about three hours or so. I got to tell you it taste bad so are you ready?" she asked Debra.
Debra nodded her acceptance, and Leslie sprayed three squirts down her throat. The liquid was vile tasting, and caused her throat to tingle.
Mr. Bradley hand changed his clothes and entered his office. Sitting in the fine leather chair, Mr. Whalen was reading over the contract papers that he had been presented with earlier in the month.
"Thanks so much for coming Warren. I know it was short notice, plus it being a Sunday and all. Look, I've heard about your separation from Lois, and let me tell you how sorry I am to hear about it." Mr. Bradley began in his boardroom manner, confident and secure.
"Thank you. I was just on my way to Europe, so I thought it was best if we met before I left. I have looked over you offer, but we're just not looking to sell at this time." he said, tossing the papers onto the desk.
"Warren, look I know you think I'm trying to come in and wrestle control from you, while your going through some personal issues, but that's not really how it is. I made you a good offer, and with open ended options. I assure you that it will be to your benefit to sell now, before the divorce, and she gets half of everything. I have already been approached by her lawyers, and she wants to sell. I'm only offering you the deal now, to prevent it from getting ugly later." he explained.
"What? That bitch has already had her lawyers contact you! Why I should let her drown in that hot tub, that blood sucking witch!" he replied angrily.
"Yes, but I'm not the only one she's contacted. Her people have talked to all sorts of other interested parties. In the divorce, she'll get half, and that she'll sell anyway. Once she sells, you'll lose your 51 percent interest, and your shares won't be nearly as valuable to other buyers, as you'll lose control of the whole thing. Let me help you now, and avoid the quagmire later." he said, pleading his case.
"I can't believe that frigid bitch would do this. I just don't know. Let me think about it a little." he said, gritting his teeth in aggravation.
"Europe huh? What's on the other side of the pond?" Mr. Bradley asked.
"Women other than Lois. Maybe I'll find someone a little less, you know, than the misses was." Warren said, still fuming over his new found knowledge.
What part of Europe are you going to?" Mr. Bradley asked, trying to work in his plan.
"Amsterdam!" Warren replied, his voice playful with the answer.
"Oh Amsterdam! I love the city more specifically the clubs. I have memberships to several that I could arrange for you to get a guest pass to, if you'd like." Mr. Bradley offered, just as friendly as he could. Warren first shook his head, then, as though having a change of mind, began nodding his head in acceptance.
"You know that may be just what I need. It's been a long time since I... well it's been a long time anyway." he commented.
"Really! Well then, perhaps I could interest you in a sample of my gratitude. I have someone here this morning, and she's really wanting to prove to me that she can get the job done, so why don't you interview her for me, and let me know what you think." Mr. Bradley said, opening the office door.
"No, I really couldn't, it's not me, I mean, it's, uh, well I just can't." Mr. Whalen began to say.
"Please look at her before you make up your mind, okay?" Mr. Bradley begged, as he led him from the room.
Debra had been dressed as she had so many times in the dungeon. A corset, stockings, a garter, and heels. A collar had been placed around her neck, and then a leather hood was placed over her head. Her hair had been pulled through a hole in the back of the hood in a pony tail.
Leslie had then taken the rings from her fingers, and put elbow length gloves on her. The hood fit over her head and neck, there was a large hole over her mouth and nose, to allow her to breath and use her lips and tongue. It zipped up in the back to close it tightly over her face. Their were eye holes so that she could see everything that was about to happen to her.
Debra was then led to a room with a large round bed in the middle of two couches, on either side of the mattress. Debra was laid down on the bed, and Leslie instructed her to use her tongue. At first she wasn't sure what she meant, but then Leslie straddled Debra's head, her crotch above her mouth. Once Debra had began licking the other woman's crotch, she felt the blond begin licking hers. She was horrified by the description that Leslie gave her, describing her stiff lips and pulsing clit. The blonde told Debra how exited she must be, as she drove her tongue into the poor housewife twat.
The door to the room opened, and as it did, Leslie spun to Debra's face on her knees. She told her to just keep licking her out, and if she doesn't make her come soon, she'll be sent back to the dungeon. She then returned to sucking Debra's stiff clit.
"Here we are." Mr. Bradley said.
"Oh my!" Warren said, seeing the two women licking each others pussies. "I, uh, I don't think..." he began.
Debra's ears perked up. Of the voices she easily recognized Mr. Bradley's. The other voice she knew as well, but that couldn't be, she thought, wishing that Leslie wasn't sitting on her face, so that she could confirm her suspicions.
"Please just watch the show, think about my offer, and if you decide to join in, just go for it. Leslie there is just seeing if Debra's up for the job." he explained.
Leslie's legs closed over Debra's head, her thighs constricting over her skull muffling the sound's that Debra could hear.
"Oh master, I think she'll need a good fucking soon." Leslie said, pulling her mouth away from Debra's pussy momentarily. "Debbie's getting quite excited from all of this."
"I have a daughter named Debra." Warren said, enthralled by the show going on in front of his eyes.
"Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot about that. Well, you can call her anything you want. Enjoy the show, and I'll talk to you before you leave." Mr. Bradley said, walking out and closing the door behind him.
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