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 prior express and written permission of the author.

Copyright 2008 by Bokkey.

Story by Bokkey

e-mail: bokkey2004@yahoo.com

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 prior express and written permission of the author.

Copyright 2008 by Bokkey.

Story by Bokkey

e-mail: bokkey2004@yahoo.com

Punishment to enjoy

The humiliating experience had hurt Donna deeper than she at first had thought. She was used to the humiliation by now, but this time it felt different. The first sign of its true impact came during her ride to work afterwards. She experienced several fits where she just started to cry uncontrollably. Tears just poured out of her eyes, she hyperventilated, and she was forced to stop the car to calm down. She couldn’t control these emotions, the physical reaction. She hadn’t had outburst like these since her teenage years and now they came to her if her mind only slightly wandered back to her whore session. And it was almost impossible not to think of that, worse so once she had noticed her own intense reactions.

It made her feel so much more weak and insecure. They had again cut straight through all her boundaries, deep into her soul. They again had made her do things she never wanted to do, never had imagined she would do. She knew they had made her cross a boundary that was just one too far. She felt her mind just couldn’t handle it, she was breaking down.

Finally at her job things didn’t fare any better; to the contrary, Donna had extreme difficulty concentrating on her work and her frequent cry sessions in the bathroom didn’t help either. On top of that her own body betrayed her too. It by now associated the bathroom with scratching her two itches which therefore flared up every time she went. She was thus forced to use a dildo and twist and turn her butt plug as she went through a cry session. This demeaning state in turn made her ramble even longer, hurting herself even deeper. 

Next the information from Carol proved to be more of a curse than a blessing. A too-enthusiastic Mrs. Cullington followed up on it and as a result gave Donna much more work than she could handle. Her boss mistakenly thought Donna would be happy if she was in the spotlight. Normally she would have been, but now however the praises sounded hollow; the job itself now reminded Donna too much of Ms Brendan, her torturer. It had been an escape before, but it had lost its glamour. Now it felt much more as just part of the trap she was in, part of the overwhelming force ruling her life, controlling her every step.

The most misplaced praise by her boss was when she promised she would arrange for Donna to meet Mrs. Carol more often, again to get Donna more into the spot light. That was the very last thing Donna wanted, being exposed to her first client on a regular basis. She could just hear the bitches laugh at her, laugh at her pitiful state. However, how could she refuse? Donna could do little more than mouth a "thank you" to Mrs. Cullington as tears sprung into her eyes, and she excused herself and went to the bathrooms again. A move her boss mistakenly thought was out of sheer joy.

A deeply depressed Donna finally left the office. In her hands a pile of papers still to process and she knew that it would be a very, very long night for her.

Her next appointment, the gym, was a continuation of her penance. Bill, Mr Jersey now, had a gruesome schedule ready for her, to get rid of the extra fat gathered during her ‘holidays’. Donna noticed a next change in her. This ‘punishment’, as unjust as it maybe was, became more a kind of relief. All she had to do was to force herself to reach the quotas set per machine. All she had to do was to physically exhaust her body, physically hurt herself. No more thinking of anything else.

Strangely enough to Donna she noticed she actually felt she did deserve this gruesome treatment. It felt as a just reward for her own actions, her own stupidity. She found herself working her own body to the limit, without mercy, and feeling good about it. She ended up hurting all over but feeling so good, so fulfilled. And Mr. Jersey’s compliments on a job well done felt like icing on the cake. It was so satisfying knowing she really had hurt herself to the max.

Donna‘s new awkward emotions got her wondering how much she was changing, body and soul. As she showered and got ready to go home she tried to analyze them, but noticed she felt much better if she was distracted by the pain of her muscles. She didn’t want to think about herself. She wanted to forget the emotional wreck she was right now. Dwelling in her pain was so much better.

Her last stop for the day was her own home, where Ninon would most likely be waiting for her. She had enough reasons to punish Donna. Donna had not followed her numerous rules to the letter on the previous days, how could she had done so today? And she didn’t feel she had done such a good job at Ms Brendan’s… Donna just knew Ninon would be merciless, she had been so the previous days. And… she really hoped Ninon would be.

More over, her own stupidity hit home once again just when she parked her car. Donna recalled suddenly she didn’t even know for how much she had sold herself! This truly amazed herself; she never had seen herself as a truly dumb cunt, but this… How could she have been so stupid? Going through all this humiliation, all the effort, all these emotions, and not even using the one single benefit it could have given her!

Donna wanted to kick herself, and she felt a wave of relief going through her as she walked up to the house and saw a stern Ninon awaiting her in the open door with a whip in hand. How she had to be hurt badly!

Donna wasn’t let down. A cold Ninon instructed her to come inside and undress immediately. She got a harsh sharp lash on her butt for not being fast enough, which made her yelp out loud. Donna had not expected to be hit already in the hallway; usually she was lashed only in the safe ‘guest’ room.

Donna undressed quickly, for fear the neighbors would hear her shrieks if she was hit more. Naked, except for her nylons and heels, she was then lead into the living room, not to the sound proof room.

“Bend over the table” Ninon ordered.

“But… the neighbors..?” Donna reasoned.

A harsh lash on her half exposed breast followed, which made Donna howl in pain.

“Bend over the table stupid cunt.” Ninon told her one more time.

Donna fearfully bent over and grasped the glass table firmly. She saw the angry red mark on her breast, and felt it go on to her side. She was never hit this hard -this cruelly- by Ninon.

“Please, please, Mrs Bondain, please don’t do it here…” Donna begged, “The curtains, the noise…”

“Shut up, Cutty.” Ninon just said, as the whip swiped through the air again, hitting her straight on her back. Another harsh shriek of Donna followed. “Just do as your told, make it easier for yourself.” Ninon explained as she walked up to Donna.

She grabbed her by her hair, lifted her head and they looked each other in the eye.

“How is my little whore doing. Did you enjoy selling yourself, cheap cunt?” Ninon venomously spoke “Don’t you feel stupid now. Really dumb, a low life slut?”

“And I was told you have been crying a lot on the job.” Ninon went on, as her whip caressed Donna’s back “It’s a little late for fake remorse isn’t it? You volunteered to sell yourself didn’t you. I mean, nobody was really putting a gun to your head or so. You even celebrated the achievement, didn’t you.”

Donna felt so ashamed as she shook her head in agreement, crying again.

“I did hear you have outdone yourself at the gym. Was it fun flaunting your sweaty body for Bill? Trying to get him to fuck you? You know you are a staunched lesbian now, aren’t you?”

Donna didn’t understand this, but just shook her head again.

“Then why flirt with men?!” Ninon exclaimed, and a wave of lashes came down on Donna, who cried out in pain.

“And why don’t you follow the rules? Why do you deliberately break them all the time?” Ninon asked, and another wave of lashes followed.

Donna fell down to the floor in pain, and cried loudly “Please Mrs Bondain, no more, please no more”

“Get up, and get ready for more punishment.” Ninon replied to her plea.

Donna knew better than to disobey and pulled herself together, all the time whimpering for mercy.

“Why do you deserve this punishment, Cutty?” Ninon asked Donna as the poor woman stood trembling in front of her, covered in red welts.

Donna wanted to say “I don’t know” but knew that would only anger her torturer, and so opted for listing up actions she had done which might conflict with her rules.

“I… I took too long under the shower, I didn’t make myself up correctly, I wasn’t pleasing Mrs Bondain immediately after she woke up…and… I didn’t ask for the payment…”

“That’s it, stupid cunt! A whore always asks for money first! You really embarrassed Ms Brendan by acting so inexperienced!!” and another wave of lashes came down on her.

Donna heard Ninon yell at her what a stupid bitch she had been but she couldn’t absorb it; the pain was too much. She felt herself fall, and soon everything was dark around her and she was gone.

When she came to, her body was aching and her back side, her ass, her legs were all covered in fierce red stripes. Donna noticed Ninon had whipped every sensitive part of her, her inner thighs, the side of her torso, and of course the regular places, her ass, her vagina, even her breast had been hit from behind.

Donna saw she had dropped her butt-plug and Ben Waa balls involuntarily. They lay scattered on the ground, on the carpet, covered in her excretions. “That’s gonna be difficult to clean” she thought as she tried to get up. “Where’s Ninon?” she wondered. She finally heard her talking outside and feared the worse. Had she invited more tormentors, had her neighbors heard her?

Donna limped painfully towards the door and indeed there were people there, but it was much worse than she had feared. It was the police. The same cops that had visited her before.

“And here she is.” Ninon said to the agents as Donna appeared in the doorway. “The owner of the house.”

“Next time do dress up Donna.” Ninon ridiculed Donna as she appeared naked in plain view. “These police agents might get the right idea.”

“I explained these men we were playing a sex game, where I had to whip you, and that we got a bit carried away.” Ninon went on “Do tell them your story, and promise them, like me, that we’ll keep it quiet from now on.”

Donna looked at the agents and wished the world would open up and swallow her. Their unbelieving staring eyes made her cover herself as good as she possibly could. She cursed herself for walking naked towards the door. Again a change; she was so used to walking naked, she hadn’t even thought of covering herself. And now the cold quickly got a hold of her too, making her painful nipples obscenely erect.

“Yes…” Donna stammered as she covered herself with her hands, terribly ashamed “Everything is alright officers, we just got carried away, and I screamed maybe a bit too loud…”

“A bit is an understatement ma’am. The neighbors heard you scream almost a block away.” One of the officers replied “And please, do cover up.”   

“The neighbors called there was a fight going on, and that you were in peril” The other officer add “We came as fast as we could.”

He pointed to the police car parked on her lawn, with bright lights flickering.

Donna went quickly inside to put on a coat. She felt another fit coming on, and had to breath deeply to keep calm. These cops would never take her seriously anymore. Neither would her neighbors. Things just kept on falling down around her the more she tried to hold on to them.

“We need to make a report, because of the numerous calls.” The police agents continued meanwhile with Ninon.

“We can understand that.” Ninon answered “Normally it would be something serious, but with Donna here you can be sure it is something completely different.”

“You can say that again.” The first officer replied, obviously recalling their first encounter with Donna.

Donna stumbled back to the door and noticed several neighbors watching from their doors and windows to see what was going on. Donna wondered if they had seen her too, when she had appeared naked in the doorway, clearly whipped all over.

“Of course they had.” She figured “That’ll be the talk of the town tomorrow, if not right now already.”

Ninon waved mockingly to the neighbors as she continued to explain what happened to the officers. Donna had to join in the conversation to explain the officers it had just been a sex game gone too far, which they finally believed.

As the police car drove off, Ninon turned and pushed Donna back inside. “Let’s continue upstairs.”

Donna felt relief going through her as she was pushed upstairs, to the sound proof room. At least now she could scream freely, without worrying someone could hear her.

The night continued with Donna tied up, gagged, and whipped ferociously by Ninon. In between she was forced to thank Ninon for the lessons, and made to promise she would improve herself, promise to follow the ridiculous rules to the letter. And of course she had to apologize endlessly for her failure to ask for her money, for embarrassing Ms Brendan by not being the perfect whore.

But Donna still loved the punishment. She relished the pain, wanted for Ninon to punish her more and more. She loved to apologize. She knew these feelings were odd, crazy, but she couldn’t help them. She figured this was how it felt to be ‘broken’ mentally. Anything Ninon did to her she was grateful for, she had no will to fight her. Every whip lash was right, was just. And the pain, it felt so deserved and it relaxed her troubled mind.

For what seemed like hours the session went on. She was painfully constrained in various positions and paddled and whipped until she fainted. The session just went on when she woke up again. Donna didn’t know her body could hurt that much and was surprised by her own stamina. And all the time she gratefully thanked her torturer in words, in action by licking her to several orgasms and in her mind, as she dwelled on her own stupidity.

“I think you’ve been punished enough, Cutty..” Ninon at last told an exhausted Donna “I think you took it very well and I am very pleased with you.”

Donna smiled meekly, as she lay bent over the bed, legs spread onto the floor. Her skin totally inflamed, her body covered in welts and her face a mess due to her tears and her drooling. “Thank you, Mrs. Bondain…” she barely managed to stammer.

“As a token of my appreciation I’ll give you something I know you will appreciate.” Ninon said as she walked to the side of the room, where something was covered under a blanket. She pushed the item towards the bed.

“I’ll introduce you to the new training tool you purchased.” Ninon said, and she pulled the blanket off, revealing some sort of mechanical device.

“It’s an electronic fucking machine” Ninon explained to the wondering Donna “See, the dildo’s go here, one for the pussy, one for the ass. This wonderful piece of art can even work them separately. With this remote you can adjust the separate speeds. You position yourself in front of it, and the machine will just fuck you into oblivion.”

“But what is really special” Ninon said with a proud smile “ are these devices.”

She held up a few rubber dildos.

“They are specially designed. They have a double layer with sensors so the machine can check if you are fucking back. If not the machine gives off an electric current which will hit you right in your cunt or ass, or both. The jolt even increases if there’s still no reaction. This way you’ll have to fuck yourself silly whenever you mount your holes on the machine. This is the most modern way of learning how to fuck, getting your body trained in endurance and to stretch your holes. All at the same time.”

“Remember you still have to fit ‘Lenny’. It will go so much faster with this tool.” Ninon reminded Donna “And last but not least, if you do your best you can cum endlessly. I mean you practically have to do nothing but wriggle a bit. No more tired arms, legs. You can focus solely on your own orgasms. If you read the reviews of this machine you’ll see everyone is enthusiastic about it.”

Donna watched the torture tool with some fear. She knew it would somehow mean long painful torture sessions for her.

“As you still have work to do I’ll place this tool at Julie’s desk.” Ninon went on “See, it is quite easy to roll around. You place it firmly on the ground by pulling up the wheels like this.” The machine halted as it pinned itself to the floor. “And here you adjust the angle of the machine. Like this..” and she positioned the machine's piston arm so the dildo stood almost straight up. “you can now use it as a chair, so you can work while being rammed.”

“Now go fetch your papers and I’ll strap you onto this machine and leave you to your work.”

Donna scrambled painfully to her feet, and went to fetch the papers. She felt like she was going crazy. She loved the way her body hurt all over, wanted to be hurt even more even though she knew she couldn’t stand any more. What was happening to her?

When she came back upstairs with the pile of papers she was guided into Julie’s room, where she was placed in front of the computer on Julie’s dresser. That way she would also see herself in the mirrors.

The machine was placed in front of the dresser also, in an angle that would force Donna to stand half bent. Donna knew that position would strain her legs all too soon but knew better than to complain. In fact she told herself she deserved this additional treatment anyway.

“We’ll start with these two for now.” Ninon said as she showed Donna a medium sized and a small dildo. She screwed them onto the machine. “See how simple this works?”

“Now come here.” Ninon told the watching Donna “Lay the papers on the dresser and put your arms up.”

Quickly a belt was strapped around her belly.

“Put yourself onto the machine, I coated the dildos with gel already.”

Donna carefully bent back onto the machine, guiding the two dildos into her holes. She indeed had to bend a bit, couldn’t really sit.

“Move a bit up and down.” Ninon instructed when the dildos were in.

Donna moved a bit up and down.

“They need to be adjusted a bit, right?” Ninon said as she saw Donna’s uncomfortable face.

Ninon adjusted the space between the dildos a bit, making it smaller. When at last it fit properly she fastened the belt with chains and a padlock to the machine.

“Move all the way up, try to take the dildos out.” Ninon ordered.

Donna tried, and the chains where adjusted until she couldn’t move off of the dildos.

“Now you can’t get off the machine, only ‘get off’” Ninon joked

“This position might get painful after a while” Ninon warned “But you need to get used to being fucked in difficult positions, so see it as a test of your endurance.”

“Ok, these are all your papers, you got your daughter’s computer… Anything else I can do for you Cutty?”

“No, Mrs Bondain.” Donna answered as she felt the pain of her awkward position already kick in “Thank you, Mrs Bondain, for helping me…”

“Don’t you worry, you filthy slut, we’ll see to all you needs. By the way, you’re free to come numerous times. After all this pain you really deserve some joy. So have fun, and don’t scream too loud, or you’ll probably end up in jail this time.”

And with that Ninon left Donna alone in her daughter’s room, strapped to the fucking machine underneath her. The machine moved in a slow pace, more teasing her than really fucking her. She moved up and down a bit to try out her own movability.

“I can handle this…” Donna thought as she rested on the dildos a bit, letting them wobble her up and down slowly. It felt funny, as the two dildos didn’t really have the same speed. It made her feel as if she was on a boat, rolling from wave to wave.

Donna now tried to focus on her work. She needed to finish a lot still, and would probably need an hour or two. To her surprise she noticed it was only 11:00 o’clock. She thought her ordeal had been much longer than the few hours it actually had been. She felt dead tired though, and wanted to get some much needed sleep.

It was soon thereafter she felt the first jolt of electricity. Not painful, just a small irritation. She had been so concentrated on her work she had almost forgotten about her predicament. The jolt reminded her she had to move herself and squeeze the dildo to avoid shocks. She bucked a bit back on the machine and pushed on the rubber dildos in her cunt and ass with her inner muscles. It worked, or at least there followed no additional electrical shock.

From there on it became an endurance test for Donna. She didn’t have to move, wriggle much, but the moment she forgot about it, if she lost herself in her work too long, the machine gave her another jolt. Sometimes in her ass, sometimes in her vagina. If she didn’t react the next jolt would be stronger, forcing her to react to avoid pain. Strapped to the device she had no other choice but to hump and squeeze the dildos on a regular basis.

Donna kind of understood the meaning of this ‘training’ as she worked on. It taught her to fuck automatically. It would become second nature for her to wriggle her bottom on dildos even as she was deeply concentrated in her work. After all she had gone through, she didn’t mind that. Actually, she even welcomed it, as it would mean she could do her work as she was training. It would help her get up to date with her work, and then Ms Brendan would maybe even give her the full time job back. It could be a way to escape the sexual path she was on.

But there was more to this exercise. Her itch played up of course, making her wriggle automatically, and making her vagina produce more and more juices. The slow pace of the machine was not enough to really scratch good, and so she humped back on the dildos whenever the itches became too much. It helped her avoiding shocks but it also aroused her. The slow constant pace of the machine, her itch, her own humping back, the noise of the dildos plunging in her vagina and ass -- it just got to her, even if she tried to concentrate solely on her work. At last it made her wriggle, hump faster as a well deserved orgasm built up. She rubbed her clit furiously, slumped over her papers and surrendered to her body’s fevered state.

Shamefully she finally pitched into an orgasm and it was a shattering one. Her body reacted as if it hadn’t orgasmed in ages. Donna felt a wave of relief go through her mind and body as her body spasmed wildly. She grabbed hold on the desk, rubbed her breast on the desk, and moaned loudly. She so deserved this good feeling! She so deserved it after all the punishment. She rocked back on the dildo’s trying to make the orgasm last longer.

As the orgasm finally, a warm tingling feeling seeped through her body. It was a gentle feeling caressing her battered body. Donna was happy, grateful, she had been allowed to enjoy this orgasm. Yes, it was humiliating to be in her own daughter’s room, slumped over her dresser. Yes it was shameful to be degraded by being bound to a fucking machine. Yes, she probably looked like a slut as she orgasmed. But she had endured punishment for her faults already. This was just something she allowed herself to enjoy. And she enjoyed it to the max!

She humped the machine gently, allowing her clit to rub the ribbed dildo. She moved her hips gently up and down. She felt as squirts of her juices shot out of her vagina as she sighed with her eyes closed, her mind temporary blank. The bliss of the orgasm had enwrapped her totally, and Donna hung over the desk, over her papers, gone…

It was soon thereafter she woke to another lesson. Electrical driven dildos don’t stop. Her highly sensitive vagina was penetrated in the same slow, relentless rhythm. She had no way to avoid it, strapped to the machine as she was. The best she could do was lift herself up, getting the dildo’s out of her as much as possible. She could then push her clit away from the pumping dildos. It was an uncomfortable position, but she just had to endure it until her sensitivity was gone.

The good feeling subsiding Donna tried to focus on her work once again to distract her mind. This was what Ninon had meant with endurance, Donna understood. The machine had no knowledge of her captor’s feelings, and would just pump on with its steady pace. She was glad the pace was so slow, that made it at least bearable.

When she finally could move back into a ‘normal’ position again and worked for a few minutes again, she noticed another challenge. The dildo in her ass was drying up. Her vagina wasn’t a problem, as it produced more than enough juices, but her ass of course didn’t. She was soon forced to coat the ass dildo with the juices from her vagina or her own spit. This was a tedious job which took some time plus her juices didn’t work as well as the gel, meaning she had to coat the ass dildo often. To produce more juices she rubbed her clit. She was now kind of grateful they had conditioned her vagina to produce so much juices.

An annoying result of the rubbing was of course she now only had one hand to really work with, which together with the distraction of the electric shocks, didn’t really help her speed up. And as time passed, the position she was in started to cramp her legs too. She had to lean on Julie’s desk to give her legs a rest ever so often, making her progress even slower. As the night continued her legs started to cramp more and more, and she hoped Ninon would release her before it would become unbearable.

But Donna did enjoy each orgasm that was forced upon her. After the first her shame had subsided, and she became eager to come. The slow rhythm of the machine was a blessing and she silently thanked Ninon for the pace. It worked her up slowly and when she was ready she just humped back as fast as she could, getting herself off. She enjoyed the climaxes so much. Each one just seemed to warm her body more. They caused her pain to subsided, gave her mind some much needed rest.

And she was so happy she could enjoy them so much, or better, was allowed to enjoy them. Nobody around to humiliate her, no cameras, no laughing faces, she was just with herself and her feelings. The more she got into it, the better she came. She hungered for each new orgasm more and more. She pushed her body up and down the machine without any reluctance, rubbing her clit feverishly with her hands or with the rubbed dildo. And the terrible itch she had in both her holes was now a blessing, as it made her wriggle about, scratching her inner holes and at the same time arousing her constantly! Getting her ready for the next orgasm so much faster, so much heavier. It was so wonderful!

Very late at night, a dead tired but satisfied Donna was finally finished with work and started to call for Ninon to release her. It was around three o’clock in the morning and she wanted to sleep desperately. She had orgasmed so many times now her juices started to dry up. In addition the cramp in her legs were unbearable now. She had to slump over the desk resting on her arms to give her legs their much needed rest.

Unfortunately Ninon didn’t answer her. Donna didn’t want to yell out loud, for fear her neighbors would call the cops on her again, and so, after numerous efforts, she figured Ninon had fallen asleep and wouldn’t wake up soon; She had to help herself.

She couldn’t detach herself from the machine, but with enormous flexibility she could bend over forward and turn the knob of the machine holding up the dildo’s so she could change their angle. She couldn’t manage to get the wheels unlocked, but with some force she could move the whole machine a bit.

Donna looked around and saw the jar with jell on the night stand next to Juliie’s bed. She decided to move the machine around to the bed to lay down, at which moment she also could pick up the jar with jell to coat the ever-pumping dildos. It took all her last strength to hop the machine around towards the bed, and with a last impossible move she adjusted the angle to horizontal. She could now rest her upper body on the bed, as the machine worked her holes. Her legs could now rest on the ground.

Donna coated the dildo’s with the jell and finally truly relaxed. She slumped over the bed and just let the machine work her vagina and ass. She humped every now and then to avoid the shocks. She still enjoyed the dildos scratching her itches, arousing her again. She let herself be worked up by the steady rhythm of the machine, until she just had to hump her hips faster and faster for another mind-shattering orgasm. This one was the absolute best as her mind was completely at ease, having finished all her assignments for the day.

The feeling was so good she forced another and another onto herself. She never had enjoyed such fulfillment. She just loved each orgasm. Each wave of pleasure alleviated her body and her mind, made her forget the whip marks, the strain in her muscles, her legs. And best of all the fact that she was told it was up to her if she wanted them. She was free to enjoy them as she wanted to. It was the main reason she knew she enjoyed them so much. She wanted it herself, and had no fear, shame, or whatever emotion to hold her back.

Finally tired after the many orgasms she fell into a slumbering sleep. The shocks woke her up regularly at which time she drowsily humped back on the rubber penises moaning a little out of sheer enjoyment. At times she had to coat the dildos again which she did robotically. Her dreams were filled with orgies of men fucking her, some resembling her husband, some just people she knew or had met recently. Even the Caribbean gang invaded her dreams. She orgasmed numerous times in her dreams, and in every position. Donna had reached a blissful state which she never wanted to leave…

“MOM!!!”

Donna woke up slowly, incoherent of her surroundings at first

“How could you!! This is disgusting!! In my room!!!”

Donna turned her head towards the rumbling noise and saw her eldest daughter in the door with her bags.

“Oh no, look at the mess she made!!!”

Donna saw Ninon and Trixy join Julie in the door way, each looking around in the room. Donna followed their gaze and saw what they saw.

The room was indeed a mess. It started at Julie’s desk where you could see the marks of the machine in the carpet. Worse, you could also clearly see the stains her gel and her excretions had made. The desk was a disaster of papers and visible stains. Next was a trail of holes in the carpet, together with the familiar stains all the way to the bed, where the mess was even worse. The jar with jell had fallen on the ground, messing up the night stand and the carpet underneath it, and underneath Donna was another large pool of jell combined with juices. It even had leaked down the still pumping machine. And on top of that was her own vision. A naked woman, covered in whip marks, strapped to a fucking machine, which still humped into her, still making the mechanical noise of the pumps working on her, still making the sopping noise of her holes.

How could she have forgotten that her daughters would return today? Did she know it?

“She really did make a mess of the room” Ninon agreed, acting as if she was completely innocent.

“I can’t deal with this, this is just too gross!!!” Julie screamed and threw her bags on the floor and ran off.

Donna was too tired to really react right now. She felt shame, she felt humiliation, but most of all she felt tired, broken.

“Let’s get her off the machine first.” Ninon said to Trixy, and they walked up to her, carefully avoiding the wet stains in the ruined carpet.

Donna lay still, still wriggling her bottom as she was used to all night, as she felt them unstrapping her.

“She is really out of it.” Trixy noted.

“Yes she is. After a night of such bliss.” Ninon explained.

Donna felt a mixture of relief and regret as the machine was rolled away from her. A disgusting double pop indicated the dildo’s exited her orifices. It followed by an even more disgusting flush of secretions leaving her holes, falling straight on the carpet.

In shame Donna pushed her head into the warm cover shade. When she lifted her head she saw the back of Trixy’s hand in front of her face. She understood the gesture and leaned forward and kissed it in gratitude.

“And what do you say than, Donna?” Ninon pushed Donna.

“Thank you, thank you Ms Trixy.” Donna said softly, but honestly.