By the middle of Thursday afternoon Brianna’s bedroom stunk of sweat, shit, and a little vomit. Her bed was covered with towels. Brianna was sitting on her knees on top of the towel collection. Sweat dripped off her body. Occasional tears leaked from her eyes. Water bottles, now mostly empty, surrounded her. Her phone, where she’d researched endless amounts of hardcore porn and sex training videos, sat on the bed to the side. She knew she wouldn’t like the ads she’d be seeing from now on.

She had managed to tamp down most of her gag reflex in less than a day through hellish repetition. Her throat and jaw were sore from the effort. She again thrust a dildo deeply down her throat and back up again, subduing her nearly-gone gag reflex even further. A nearby plastic bowl containing vomit testified to previous failed attempts at deep-throating her dildos. She hadn’t had a strong gag reflex before, thankfully. This was still remarkable progress in less than a day.

In a different circumstance she might have taken pleasure in success from hard work, but not today. She still found blowjobs degrading for the one giving the blowjob. She was being forced to get better at sexual acts under the command of a man she hated and some rules forced on her through mind control. There was also the problem of the extraordinary pain coming from her ass. Her ass had been deeply bruised and red before this began. She was now struggling to get a heavily-lubed large dildo to go deeper and deeper into her anus, using her weight to press it into herself. It hadn’t penetrated her far. The pressure in her anus intensified the pain in her buttocks. Tears occasionally left her eyes.

A third dildo was sticking out of her penetrated cunt. She had been practicing, on and off, at using her muscles to tighten around and massage the dildo. She was overall in good shape, but she hadn’t exercised those muscles much, so she’d become sore quickly. She hadn’t made as much progress there either.

She again considered quitting. Tony had told her to do this. She could choose to disobey Tony. If she did, though, she’d be forced to choose between two maliciously-crafted rules. Tony could also do terrible things to her later if she displeased him. Tony might do some horrible things no matter what she did, but he could be vindictive if displeased. She didn’t want to make her situation worse through disobedience. She was sure to get at least one rule if she disobeyed. She still didn’t know if she’d get a new rule each day she disobeyed. Getting a new rule every day was something to be afraid of. She kept going.

She felt her phone vibrate. A message had come in. It was Larry:

« Can we talk tonight? I have some interesting info. How about I come over at 9pm? »

The message wasn’t a sexual proposition, so she could easily say no. There would be no new rules or any other consequences for saying no. Her body had been abused enough. She wanted a break. Larry was taking their relationship more seriously than she intended. As far as she knew, he still had a girlfriend. Those were all good reasons to say no. She knew she should say no. She should slow it down at least. Once he arrived, he would probably make a sexual proposition. It’d be dangerous for her to reject a proposition.

On the other hand, he said he had “interesting info.” She didn’t know what it was, but if he had learned some information that might help her, she wanted to hear it more than anything.

Oh well, she thought, she’d earlier given her body to Larry in exchange for trying to help her. She might as well continue whoring herself. She was gross all over from her brutal and shameful exercises. She replied with her knuckle:

« Y »

By 5pm she decided she could stop for the day. She was an emotional and physical wreck. Her bedroom looked and smelled repulsive. She removed the sheets and towels, opened windows, turned on a fan, and lit a platoon of candles. A shower cleaned off her body. The shower could not change how she felt inside. A week ago she had been proud, unafraid, and fiercely independent. She was now humiliated, afraid, and becoming submissive.

She laid out fresh sheets on the bed. Larry hadn’t made a sexual proposition in his message, but there was a good chance he’d make one after he arrived. If she disobeyed any of his sexual propositions, she’d have to edge nude. Even worse, she’d get a new rule. She knew those rules could be dangerous. In theory she had a choice. She knew what her choice would be: she would submit and obey whatever sexual proposition he made tonight.

At 9pm Larry knocked on her door. Brianna let him in. Brianna was wearing a pink dress, the most modest item of clothing she was allowed to wear. It completely covered her top with full sleeves and a skirt that went halfway down her thighs. He hadn’t propositioned her. He’d had her last night. Perhaps, she thought, she’d get a break. Her worn cunt and bruised ass hoped so.

Larry said, “Let’s sit down,” and indicated the kitchen table. Brianna sat down gingerly, unable to hide the impact of his discipline of her yesterday. Larry smirked and pulled out his phone.

“I asked a friend of mine to visit every address that you went to recently. He took clandestine videos and pictures. We weren’t sure what we were looking for. Most of the visits were like this,” and he showed her an ordinary picture of a hair salon she’d recently been to. “One was strange.” Larry showed her a picture of a business office, with nothing on the door or sides. “Your calendar said this was for a psych eval. He went to the suite, but it was an empty locked location. He asked the desk guard about it, but the guard said they’d only been there a few days. Would this have anything to do with your problems?”

Brianna was happy inside, but her rules made it clear she wasn’t to reveal anything. She replied, “I can’t tell you.” Larry gave her an exasperated look. Brianna added, “please continue and don’t stop.”

“Continue, instead of look somewhere else? I guess that’s the best I can get from your game of riddles.”

Brianna vigorously nodded in agreement, with a smile on her face.

Larry pointed at her phone. “Let’s check out your phone next. I looked up how to do some things. I want your phone to share information with me so I can look for more clues.”

Brianna unlocked her phone and handed it to Larry. She knew how to do some basic things, but she wasn’t into tech. With her looks, it was much easier to blink her eyelashes and ask men to do things for her. She’d learned to give coy hints that there might be more action for the men later. She never followed through, but the men kept helping her. It’d all been a convenient power-trip for her. She enjoyed dangling the carrot, getting things for free, and taking the carrot away. She figured it wasn’t her fault that some men took the bait. She still knew how to give hints. She realized if she now played her game of flirtation without benefits, her new rules would force her to follow through.

Larry looked up and said, “all right, I can now see your calendar remotely. Now I’ll set things so I can see where you are any time.”

“Sure.”

Larry spelunked around on her phone. He eventually looked up and said, “There’s something really weird here. I think someone else is currently tracking where you are.”

Brianna opened her eyes in surprise. After a moment she had a realization. “It’s probably Tony. Do you remember when he walked up to us at Chez Chic? I never told him where I was. He must have gotten my location from my phone. Bastard.”

“Do you want to report him?”

“No!” This felt like a kind of sexual harassment. She couldn’t report sexual harassment.

“Do you want me to report him?”

“No,” said Brianna. Larry could report him, but she knew Tony could easily retaliate.

“Well, do you want me to try to turn it off?”

She thought for a moment. “He would figure out it had been turned off, right? No, don’t do that.” She didn’t know what Tony would do if the tracking was turned off. Also, asking Larry to remove it from her phone might count as her resisting Tony. She could not resist a man.

“Well, you’re confusing me again. I think I could also track your phone, but I don’t know if adding tracking would reveal something to the other person. Maybe I should leave it alone for now.”

“Yes. I don’t like it, but knowing that it’s happening means I know more than before. Thank you so much. It helps knowing more than before. You make me happy.” She happily shifted her position as she felt a little hope. Her bruised bottom reminded her that she’d been recently disciplined. She visibly winced.

Larry smiled. He smirked. “I’m glad. So let’s talk about something else. I had a lot of fun last night, but it looks like you’re recovering. How about giving me a blowjob?”

Brianna still found blowjobs degrading, but this was a sexual proposition. She would not risk getting a rule to avoid giving Larry a blowjob. Besides, she’d spent most of the day in a hellish whore school. She’d managed to get her gag reflex more under control. She had also learned there was a lot to know about pleasing men while giving head. She may as well try to put her hard-earned knowledge to use. Part of her was curious how effective her new skills were.

“Yes, I will. I have hopes you’ll be amazed.”

“Amazed, huh? Sounds good. Have you ever practiced?”

Brianna didn’t want to admit it, but there was no good reason to lie. “Yes, I have.”

“I like the sound of that, too. How about you first give me a quick striptease, blow me, and I record the whole thing on my phone?”

Oh, great, Brianna thought. She didn’t want anyone to have pictures of her nude. She certainly didn’t want Larry to have any nude sexy videos of her. This was a sexual proposition, though. She knew what she’d better say.

“Yes.”

Larry pulled on his phone, pushed some buttons, and pointed it at her. The flash turned on to record a video. “I don’t want to get in trouble for this. So say your name and that it’s okay for me to record this. Some buddies of mine won’t believe we did this, so please say it’s okay for me to share it.”

Brianna gulped, but she knew better than to disobey a sexual proposition from Larry. She stared into the camera. Her acting training kicked in. “Hi, I’m Brianna Kishka. You have every right to record this. You can share it with anyone you want to.”

She stepped back, crossed her arms, grabbed the lower part of her dress, and slowly lifted it above her head. The hem went higher and higher until it exposed her bare newly-shaved cunt. She kept going. Soon she was in nothing but a bra. She reached back to unhook the clasp. She brought the bra straps forward and raised them to reveal her bare DD tits. She pulled the rest of the bra over her head and doffed it to the side. She dropped her arms to her sides so Larry and his camera could fully appreciate the view. So much for dressing modestly, she thought. Now she was giving a strip show for others to see.

“Turn around, slowly.”

Brianna nodded and did what she was told. She knew this would expose her bruised red bottom, but there was nothing she could do.

“What happened to your bottom?”

“You spanked me hard with a paddle.”

“Did you consent?”

“Yes.”

“Did you deserve it?”

She gulped, but she knew the answer he wanted. “Yes.”

“Come over here and kneel in front of me. I know you’ve practiced giving head. I want to experience the best blowjob you can do.”

Brianna walked over and knelt down in front of Larry. Kneeling in front of a man felt as degrading to her this time as any previous time, but she didn’t like the alternatives. She unzipped his pants and fished out his eager manhood.

It was showtime. She started by slowly licking his penis and gently massaging the area under his balls. She’d now seen many videos about different blowjob techniques. She applied what she’d learned today to give him the best experience she could. She licked his cock, his balls, and under his balls. She gently sucked his cock, using her tongue to give him interesting sensations while avoiding using her teeth. She pulled his cock deeply into her throat, using her newly-learned control over her gag reflex. She felt that she looked like a whore each time she did this. She guided his hands to cup her bare breasts, her nipples engorging from the sensation. She gasped from pleasure. Her nipples were normally sensitive anyway, but now his hands felt like sexual electricity. She occasionally looked up into his eyes. Some videos said men liked that and she also wanted to confirm that she was pleasing him. He certainly seemed pleased.

He kept moving the camera around. He recorded her head, mouth, wiggling tits, cunt, and ass while she blew him. Sometimes he focused on specific parts of her body, while at other times he recorded most of her body at once. His body eventually stiffened. He poured his cum into her mouth. She held it in her mouth for a moment. She looked again to his eyes to see what he wanted her to do with it. There was a lot of cum. It was hard for her to keep it in her mouth. He had closed his eyes for a moment so she had no clear guidance. He opened his eyes and looked down to see her cheeks and jaw struggle to hold his cum in place.

“Holding my cum in your mouth? That’s a neat trick. Hold it there a little longer.”

Brianna struggled to hold it in her mouth. His cum tasted intensely like salt and bleach. His cock was still in her mouth. She had her orders. She didn’t like to give blowjobs because she felt they were degrading. This felt even more degrading. The taste became more intense and nastier. Still she held it.

After several long moments Larry said, “swallow.” Brianna obediently swallowed every drop, grateful that he’d finally given her the order. Brianna opened her mouth wide to prove she’d obediently done what she’d been told. The camera continued to record every second. He pulled it back to show her nude and kneeling. Larry finally brought his phone up and stopped recording.

She expected she had to let Larry keep the video and share it with his buddies or she’d get a rule. She could probably appeal beyond that though, if she was careful. Brianna said, “I said you could share it with your buddies. Would you please not post it publicly? I’d be really embarrassed.”

“Sure. I’ve got to go home now,” said Larry, “but tomorrow night I’m free. How about I take you out tomorrow night to get dinner, and afterwards we’ll come back here to make love? I can pick you up at 5pm.”

Brianna didn’t like this idea at all. Tomorrow was Friday, so there’d be plenty of people out tomorrow night. If she left her apartment she’d risk getting sexual propositions from men, especially with more people out during the weekend. Each proposition she rejected would give her a new rule. Even worse, she’d had sex with both Larry and Tony, so having sex with either of them wouldn’t get rid of any rules. She’d have to have sex with yet another man to get rid of rules.

Larry’s entire question was a sexual proposition, though, so if she said no, she would be certain to get a rule right away.

“Okay,” she said. She couldn’t tell him not to do something sexual without getting a rule, but she thought she could suggest how he do it if she didn’t place any limits on the sex. “Could you please make our dinner discreet? I don’t want to interact with other people or hear what they have to say. You do all the talking with everyone else.” That might reduce her risks a little, anyway.

“Sure. It’s a date. I want to be discreet anyway. See you tomorrow.”

Larry kissed her and left. That’s right, Brianna realized, Larry still had a girlfriend. Brianna was merely his mistress. Of course he would want to be discreet. Brianna stayed nude on her knees on the floor. She slouched. She wondered who would see the video they’d made moments ago. Larry wasn’t normally vindictive. It would be amateur photography. Maybe it wouldn’t be widely shared. She was good-looking, though. She had no idea who he would share it with. It might leak out publicly. She knew she had no control.