Reluctance

 

Something clammy was covering Dalton's face when he 
woke up, and the first thing he did was reach to 
remove it.

The second thing he did was try to say something when 
he found that he couldn't move his arms. Actually, he 
could move them, but not much. He felt them being held 
to his sides. He couldn't see them, but he could see 
his legs. When he saw his legs, he tried to yell.

He heard his yell, but barely, because it was muffled 
by the clammy thing on his face. Then he looked up and 
saw a mirror on the ceiling. That's when he really got 
frightened.

Reflected in the mirror was a body nearly covered in 
latex. It was on a bed, with cushions raising the 
upper part to a 45-degree angle. The arms were 
strapped to each side of the body, but the legs were 
in the air. They were held there by cables coming down 
from the ceiling that were attached to latex sheaths 
that encased each calf, and the calves were not only 
raised but also pulled back toward the upper body and 
spread wide apart, pulling the buttocks slightly off 
the bed and opening them wide enough to see the anus 
between the hairy cheeks.

Dalton knew even before he watched the body try to 
move its legs that it was his body, covered in latex, 
except naked from below his belly button to the top of 
his thighs. There were also a couple of openings where 
his nipples were. His head was in a latex hood, with 
openings only at the eyes and each nostril. For a 
while, he tested the restraints, but then he saw that 
it was useless, so he stopped moving and started 
thinking.

The last thing he remembered was sitting at the 
kitchen table with Polly and Terry. He didn't remember 
the conversation, but he didn't think it was an 
argument this time. For the past two years, he and 
Polly had been doing nothing but fighting.

It started when he lost his job. For a while, he 
looked for work, but one day after another 
unsuccessful interview, he went to a bar and drank 
himself to oblivion, missing two other appointments. 
After that, he didn't even try. At first, Polly was 
sympathetic, but as he began drinking all day while 
she was gone, she became impatient. She was supporting 
the two of them, and she told him that she didn't mind 
that, but he had to start going to Alcoholics 
Anonymous or some other support group to get help. He 
kept promising, but he never kept his promises.

She started threatening to throw him out again, but 
she never followed through. They settled into an 
unhappy pattern. She would threaten him and nag him to 
get him to do something about his alcoholism, and he 
would sit there steaming silently, hating her and 
hating himself. Then one day, he snapped and got up 
and yelled back at her and slapped her. She was so 
shocked that she didn't know what to do except run to 
the bathroom, where she locked herself in for an hour. 
He heard her crying while he was apologizing outside 
and begging her to forgive him.

A week later, he did it again, but this time, he 
punched her in the stomach and pulled her hair. It got 
worse from there. He would even pull and twist her 
breasts and drag her around by her hair. Eventually 
her body was covered with ugly bruises. When he was 
sober, he felt terrible and apologized to her and even 
cried when he saw what he had done. But eventually, he 
couldn't face what he was doing and stayed drunk most 
of the time. She screamed and yelled and tried to 
fight back when he attacked her, but for some reason, 
she didn't walk out on him. She started wearing 
clothes that covered her shame and putting on heavy 
makeup to hide her discolored face.

Her friends knew their relationship was stormy, but 
she never told them what was really going on. It 
wasn't until nine months after the abuse started that 
they found out what he had been doing. They confronted 
him, and he wept and apologized and said he would 
start going to AA and wouldn't hurt her again, but he 
lied about both things.

He remembered her friend Terry had come over, and it 
was a Saturday morning, and they were all drinking 
coffee, and he tried hard to remember the 
conversation, but he couldn't. He had no idea how he 
got into the bizarre latex outfit he was wearing or 
how he got from his kitchen table to being unable to 
move on the bed he was lying on.

He lay quietly for a while, and then he heard voices. 
He saw two young women walk into the room and come 
over and look at him. They were both beautiful 
blondes, and they were also dressed in latex. Their 
outfits were tight and looked like they were molded to 
their voluptuous bodies. They were cut low at the 
bodice, so their full breasts were almost falling out 
of them, and between their cheeks, there was just a 
narrow piece of latex, so their firm round buttocks 
were almost fully exposed. They were wearing latex 
boots with high spike heels. Despite his situation, he 
was aroused when he looked at the women.

They were talking English, but he had a hard time 
understanding them, and not just because his ears were 
covered with the latex hood. They both had thick 
European accents.

"Sorry I'm late, Alicia," said one. "One of the stupid 
zippers got stuck. These outfits take forever."

"No problem, Brianna," said the other one. "But we're 
on in 10 minutes. Let's go over the data sheets right 
away." They walked a few steps away from Dalton, so 
their voices were softer. He strained to hear them.

"He's a Russian," said Alicia, "and his name is Igor. 
Sure it is. Terry recruited him. That's funny. She's 
never brought in anyone before."

Terry, thought Dalton. So Terry has something to do 
with this. Polly was talking about Terry the other 
day. She was worried about her because of her new web 
design job. He tried to remember why Polly was upset. 
It wasn't a reputable company. That was it. It owned a 
bunch of porn sites.

"This is his first time live streaming, according to 
Terry," said Brianna, "but his girlfriend, Irina, is a 
domme, and he has been doing this stuff with her for 
fun. He's so excited about being on the Internet with 
us that he wrote out all sorts of suggestions. Here's 
the list of what he's willing to do. It covers 
everything we do, plus some really extreme stuff. I 
don't even know if Susie and Cindy do some of these 
things.

"He says here that he loves to pretend he's reluctant 
with his girlfriend, so she will force him to do the 
things he likes, so he's going to act like he's 
fighting us today. And he's even written a script.

"Well, it's more of an outline that we can improvise 
with, but it sounds like it will be fun for the 
audience. He's supposed to be an alcoholic and has 
been abusing his girlfriend, beating her up and so 
forth. She and some friends drugged him and brought 
him here to be taught a lesson. We're not supposed to 
take off his hood, so nobody will ever know it's him, 
except the girlfriend and her friends.

"I think we can do that, although the hood will have 
to come off when we're all done for the finale."

Dalton listened to this in a daze. Were they talking 
about him? What was going on?

The girls came over to him. "Welcome, Igor," said 
Alicia. "For a first timer, you seem to know a lot 
about what we do. We like your ideas, so once the 
cameras are on, we'll play it out the way you wrote 
it. You sound so enthusiastic that we doubt you'll be 
able to act reluctant for long. Remember, the key to 
making the audience think you're unwilling is to 
control your excitement. We know from experience it 
will be hard for you to act reluctant, but we'll try 
to help as much as we can. Our audience really gets 
turned on by imagining our guests are being forced.

"Terry probably told you that the show is streaming 
live and the audience submits suggestions online for 
what we should do to you. I'm sure their suggestions 
will be somewhere on the list you gave us, so there 
won't be any surprises. From start to finish, it's an 
hour. Brianna and I are usually exhausted after an 
hour, and I'm sure you will be too.

"OK, I see the cameras are all set up, and those hot 
lights have been turned on. Let's see what we can do 
to please the folks."

She turned away from him and walked a few steps away, 
where he couldn't see her. Then he heard some rock 
music briefly, and as it faded away, he heard Brianna 
speaking.

"Hi guys," she said, "welcome back. Yes, we love you, 
too. Thanks for the nice messages even before we 
start. Well, Alicia and I have another special guest 
to introduce this week. His name is Igor, and he's 
from Russia.

"Unlike most of our guests, Igor is not happy to see 
us. See, Igor is what we call reluctant. He doesn't 
want to be here. But he's been a bad boy. He wouldn't 
stop beating up his girlfriend, and so she and some of 
her friends put something in his coffee and brought 
him to our studios and got him all ready for the 
Brianna and Alicia Show.

"We know how much you like reluctant guests, so if you 
have any friends who you think would enjoy this, call 
or text them right now. It's going to be a special 
show. You guys know we love you guys and always do our 
best to make our shows special, but this should be 
really special.

"Wow! That was fast. It looks like we already have 
double the usual viewers, and we haven't started yet. 
Thanks for texting your friends. We promise not to 
disappoint anyone. And look at all the suggestions 
you've already sent us. You haven't even seen Igor. 
Let's go over and meet him now."

"Here he is," said Alicia. "As you can see, guys, he's 
not a pudgy little guy like some of our guests. He's 
big, and he's solid, and look down here. Let me pick 
it up. I think this is the longest, thickest one we've 
ever seen on our show. I wonder what it will look like 
when it's hard. Let me hold it here and give it a 
little slap to say hello. Look at it flop back and 
forth. I don't think Igor liked that from the way his 
body reacted.

"I wonder what he'll think of this. Get a camera in 
here where I'm grabbing the bottom of his thing. If I 
grab it here, I can twist it around like this. It's 
getting all twisted, Igor, like you are, because you 
hit your girlfriend. Now I'll let it go and watch it 
spin around while I slap it. It's stopped, but let me 
give it five hard slaps to send it flying again. Now 
how about five hard slaps on his balls?

"I can hear you, Igor. Your girlfriend made us promise 
to cover your head so nobody would find out who you 
are or your moans and screams would be a lot louder. 
But we can still hear you even through your hood, 
can't we, guys?

"My my. What's happening out there? I think you like 
it so far, because you must have been telling some 
more friends. We have more than a hundred of you 
watching already. I'm so excited to be sharing Igor 
with all our new friends, and our regular fans, too. 
Let's take a look at some of the suggestions coming 
in.

"I see several of you have the same idea. You want us 
to milk Igor with our special pump. It's a great idea. 
His penis and balls are so large, there's probably a 
lot of milk inside him. And who knows, he might get 
thirsty. Yes, I see that a lot of you made that 
suggestion, too, so we'll get to that later.

"OK, Brianna and I are going to be busy for a few 
minutes, but our assistants are going to move the 
lights in closer so the cameras can get good sharp 
closeups of what we're going to do next."

Dalton tried to escape Alicia's hands when she began 
playing with his penis, but he was helpless. And the 
pain was so bad when she began slapping it, he felt 
like he would faint. But that was nothing compared to 
the agony of her slapping his testicles. When she 
finished, he was gasping.

He listened to her and tried to understand what she 
was saying. He saw and felt some hot lights being 
moved near his crotch, but then he couldn't see what 
was going on because the girls were bending over him. 
He felt his balls and penis being moved around for a 
few minutes, and then the girls stood up.

"There we are," said Alica. "You're so big that you 
won't go all the way into the tube, Igor, but I don't 
think that will cause any problems. Can you see 
yourself inside the clear plastic? Let me clean the 
outside off a little so our friends watching won't 
have any trouble seeing. That's it. OK, we're ready. 
Turn on the juice, Brianna.

"Do you feel anything yet, Igor? Maybe not. Our 
milking machine is always set on low suction, so it 
doesn't finish too fast. But look, the suction is 
already pulling and stretching your penis, and you're 
all red inside there. Our fans love to watch as you 
get aroused and then agitated before your milk comes 
gushing out. And that's only the beginning of the fun. 
Because we're going to keep this going for almost the 
entire hour and see how many times we can make you 
come. After a while, you'll be sucked dry, but you'll 
come anyway. You can't help yourself with our little 
sucker. When there's nothing left to come out, it's 
going to really hurt. What is it Brianna?"

Brianna had just screamed loudly and then giggled. 
"Look at the numbers, Alicia," she yelled. "We're up 
to a thousand. I think Igor is going to set a new 
record for us. You guys, we love you. You're really 
getting into this. You women are really spreading the 
word. There are lots more of you than we've ever had. 
You don't like what Igor did to his girlfriend, and I 
don't blame you.

"Our gay friends are really getting aroused by Igor's 
twisting and turning. Well, everybody, keep those 
hands going between your legs, because you ain't seen 
nothing yet. Thank you so much for telling your 
friends. Where else are they going to get so much 
entertainment for so little money?"

"Look, Brianna," said Alicia. "I'm sorry to interrupt, 
but I see Igor's big thing vibrating a little inside 
that plastic tunnel, and his body's jumping like 
crazy. Get ready, everybody. I think Igor's about to 
come hard. Wheeee! There he goes. Look at that jism 
squirting out of him. Watch everybody, it's getting 
sucked up that tube and ending up here in our 
collection jar. We're not going to let any of it go to 
waste, nosiree."

"While our little sucker finishes collecting 
everything Igor can give up, we have some requests to 
pay attention to this little puckered rosebud right 
below his balls, Alicia," said Brianna. "Would you 
like to start, or shall I."

"Go right ahead," said Alicia.

"OK, we want to carefully explore the little treasure 
in the middle of Igor's hairy jungle," said Brianna. 
"If you're thinking about doing this at home, first of 
all, don't, because we're professionals, and it's much 
safer to watch us. But if you do anyway, watch what I 
do. See, I start slowly. Just one finger dipped into 
this thick white lube. If you are low on money, just 
buy some Crisco, like we did.

"Now, in it goes. Just a little finger, but Igor 
definitely responded. Most men like a finger or two in 
there when you're making love, but then again, a lot 
of them just get upset, and that's also fun, right 
Igor? Are you trying to say something through your 
hood? I wish we could take it off, but we promised 
your girlfriend.

"Now, see I'm taking my finger out and dipping two 
fingers in the lube, and then back they go. Let's move 
them in and out of Igor, slowly and gently. Alicia 
turned off the sucker, but why don't you turn it back 
on now, and let's see if my two fingers can help the 
sucker get Igor hard again. Look at that, he may be 
unhappy about my fingers, but nobody told his penis.

"Now, we'll see what happens when three fingers are 
coated with lube and slowly pushed into Igor. Wow! 
That was some reaction! And you know what's coming 
next? Did you hear that scream, guys? He's got a lot 
of energy. Look how he started moving his butt back 
and forth when I took my fingers out. It looks like he 
doesn't want them inside anymore.

"Let me get all four fingers coated, and then we'll 
play a game of dodgeball. OK, here I come, Igor. That 
was great. You felt my fingers touching your little 
rosebud, and you moved it fast. Isn't this fun? Here 
they come again, and there you go. Let's try again. 
You have good reactions. But we have lots of things to 
do, so I'm sorry, but this time, I'm going to have to 
follow your butt as it moves and slowly push and push 
and there, we've got four inside. Let's move them in 
and out. You aren't enjoying this, Igor, but I don't 
think your girlfriend enjoyed it when you were 
battering her. Since you punched her, I think I need 
to punch you, too. Wait, what is it, Alicia?"

"We just beat our record," said Alicia, "and the 
numbers are still going up. All you guys and gals out 
there, we love you to death, especially me, because my 
car's dying, but guess what? I'm putting a down 
payment on a new one tomorrow. Thank you so much. I 
would love to just thank you for the rest of the hour, 
but that's not why you're here, is it, folks?

"You know what, I'm so happy, I'm going to join 
Brianna, if she doesn't mind. I'd like to put some 
fingers into Igor, too. Is that what you'd like, 
folks? Well, that was a flood of messages with one 
word, so let's see what we can do. Here we are. First 
I want to give Brianna a big kiss for being the best 
co-host a girl could ever have.

"Now I want to give her a high five, like this, and 
now I want to give her a low five, but where is her 
other hand. Oh, there it is, inside Igor, or at least 
four fingers are. If I want to put my fingers against 
hers, I guess I've got to go into that hairy pit, too. 
Don't go crazy on me, Igor. I haven't even done 
anything, and you're throwing your body around like a 
flipping fish.

"I know you can take one little bitty finger next to 
Brianna's. See, that wasn't hard. Now, let's try for 
two. That's good, Brianna, move your fingers around 
like that to make room. Yay! Two are in. Now it's 
getting a little crowded in there. I hear you puffing 
up there, Igor. Just hold on, because I'm coming. And 
a little twist here, and we have three fingers plus 
four fingers.

"Now it's time to pray. I'm going to get my four 
fingers touching Brianna's four fingers like we're 
praying inside your anus. That's going to take a 
little work. Your head is knocking against the 
mattress, Igor. Good thing it's nice and soft. Just 
relax if you can. It will only take a second. Let me 
wiggle this and slide it over here, and there were 
are. We did it!

"Now turn and face the camera and smile, Brianna. Look 
at the messages pouring in. They love it. Are you 
smiling or frowning, Igor? Well, Brianna and I are 
going to continue our duet for the folks now, because 
we're going to keep our hands flat and tight on each 
other and start slowly moving out of you, like that. 
Not all the way, but just to the first knuckle, and 
now back in as far as we can go. Too bad we can't go 
further, but our thumbs are in the way.

"Can you hear Igor, folks? It doesn't sound like he's 
enjoying our low fives. OK, everybody out there, go 
one and two and one and two with us, and we're slowly 
going to pick up the speed like a choo-choo train. All 
of you, omigosh, more than 5,000 of you, are on this 
train. Wow, look at that! We're cruising down the 
track as smooth as you please. Thanks, Brianna. Get 
that lube ready, with your right hand and now push it 
between our hands and make a little space and shove it 
in. Did you see that folks. For a second there were 
two hands and another hand in between them? Ooops! 
What happened?

"What did you say? We're down? OK, Brianna, why don't 
you pull out first, and then I will. What happened?"

Dalton's head collapsed down onto the bed as the hands 
came out. He saw the girls get up and walk away. He 
felt like he had been split in two at his crotch, and 
the pain had taken over his whole body. His mind was 
barely working. All he knew was that these two hot 
girls were destroying him, and somehow Terry was 
involved. He tried to think of how he could escape, 
but he saw it was hopeless.

The girls came back and walked up to him. "I'm turning 
off the pump for now, Igor," said Alicia, "because 
we've been knocked out. Don't be upset. It's actually 
exciting. So many people joined our live stream that 
it overloaded our servers and we went down. They're 
working to patch almost every server on the site to 
our show now. Brianna and I are on commission, and 
we're making more money tonight than we've made for 
the entire last 2 1/2 years I've been working here. I 
think I might even make enough to pay off my college 
loan and look for a real job.

"And it's all thanks to you, Igor. Thank you so much. 
I know you're loving this, but you are a heck of an 
actor. All those people watching believe that story 
you made up and think you are reluctant. You are 
acting out their fantasies. Because of you, all three 
of us are going to get a big bonus today, on top of 
everything else.

"The techs think it will take about 10 minutes to get 
us live online again, and we're not going to count the 
down time, so the program will run a little longer. 
When we start again, we'll begin right where we left 
off, but your anus has contracted back to normal, so 
we are going to open it up now. That way it will be 
ready for action when we're live again.

"I'm sure you and Irina have done something similar to 
this. Brianna is sliding something called a bladder 
inside you now. It's basically just a balloon, but 
when it's inflated, it's in the shape of a blimp, and 
it's made of thick rubber, so it won't explode inside 
you. Now we're attaching a little hand pump to the 
nozzle, and we're inflating it very carefully. I see 
you're starting to feel it now.

"There. Can you feel how it's opened you really wide, 
even wider than our eight fingers? So we'll have no 
trouble getting both our hands up you when we're ready 
to start. As soon as we get the signal, we'll deflate 
it and pull it out and put our hands back in."

The blimp inside him hurt more than the fingers, 
because it went in much deeper, and when the cameraman 
gave the signal to get ready, he was happy when it was 
deflated and slowly pulled out. But then the two 
facing hands of Alicia and Brianna went back in, and 
it wasn't that much better after all.

"We're back live, people, and we're so sorry," said 
Brianna to the camera. "We've been waiting here for 
you, and we're glad to see you again. If you don't 
know, our servers went down because there were just 
too many of you. I think we made history tonight. But 
the techs promised me they ramped up the connection so 
it could take millions of you. If you want, you can 
tell more of your friends.

"You were probably frustrated by losing the 
connection, but don't worry. Because you stuck with 
us, we're going to go past an hour and give you 65 
full minutes with Igor. You ladies really despise him, 
don't you? Remember, he's not a mass murderer.

"So no matter how many of you ask, we're not going to 
snuff him, but we're going to go through as many of 
your suggestions as we can in the time we have left -- 
at least the legal ones.

"Oh, Igor is starting his special shake again, and we 
know what that means. Let's take a close-up of his 
huge red thing inside the sucker. Yes, it's vibrating, 
and there it goes. Not as much as the first time, but 
definitely more than most of you guys can produce. I 
see it really excited you to see him coming with eight 
fingers in his rear.

"But eight is not enough, guys and gals, so I'm going 
to tuck my thumb behind my fingers. Look how easy that 
was. I think I can keep going, going, all the way, and 
look at that. My whole hand went in. It's like Igor 
expanded his anus for me. Now it's Alicia's turn. 
Let's watch her slide the rest of her hand in. That 
was even faster than me.

"Look at Igor twisting and turning as we move our 
hands around inside him. Don't try this at home, kids. 
It hurts. Oh, look, we just broke our record of half 
an hour ago, and your friends are still joining up. 
Let's hope the servers can handle all of you for the 
rest of the show.

"Now, we're going to carefully pull our hands out and 
turn Igor over. He's trying to resist. See how he's 
trying to get away from us. You're funny, Igor. You 
can't escape your punishment. Alicia and Brianna are 
in control. Now that you're on your stomach, we're 
putting some pillows under your stomach to lift your 
rear up so that all our friends get a better view.

"Remember a while ago, when I talked about how you 
punched your girlfriend, Igor. It's time for payback. 
I've got your hairy ass in front of me, and I'm going 
to punch it right now. There, I punched you very 
slowly right in the middle of your cheeks, and look 
how they opened up to let my fist go into your anus, 
all the way to my wrist again. Now, I'll pull out 
slowly, and then here it comes, another punch in the 
anus with my other fist, a little faster this time. 
And now out it goes, a little faster. And back in 
comes the other fist a little faster.

"You're really reacting each time I punch you Igor. I 
know it hurts bad, but are you thinking of your 
girlfriend at all, or just the pain? Now I'm punching 
as hard and fast as I can, and I hear you screaming 
under that hood. You didn't think about how much 
punching can hurt when you punched her, did you?

"OK, I think that's enough of that. Oh, Alicia's 
pointing to the sucker again. What's happening, 
Alicia?"

"Well, even though he was crying, he was getting 
aroused by the sucker at the same time," said Alicia. 
"I think Igor is frustrated because he doesn't 
understand how he can come at the same time as he's 
hurting so bad. Let's pull his penis back between his 
legs while he stays in the doggie position -- like 
that. Watch now! There he goes again. Not as much 
semen going into the collector this time, but we have 
plenty already.

"Some of the fans who joined late don't know that once 
there isn't any more semen, the sucker will still make 
him come, but since his body has nothing to ejaculate, 
it causes a lot of pain. You'll soon see."

"Meanwhile, some of you have suggested some things for 
me to do with his testicles. First, I'm going to take 
those huge things in my hand and turn them this way, 
like I was twisting his penis earlier. Now watch as I 
keep turning and his sack gets wound up tighter and 
tighter. Do you see how he's twitching all over? Don't 
do this at home, because it's really excruciating and 
can be dangerous. One turn too many, and the ball sack 
can rip, and then the balls fall out, and then there's 
one less male in the population. But we're 
professionals, so we know when to stop, like now. Do 
you hear how he's screaming? Now watch closely as I 
release the balls and they spin like crazy. Whee!

"You crazy balls, how about a little slap. That got a 
little reaction. Let's try a harder slap and see if we 
can get a harder reaction. Now a bunch of hard slaps. 
Look how they're getting all red. Let's grab them 
again and this time pull them up this way.

"Look how far I can pull them from Igor's body. Watch 
me put my other hand behind his stretched out sack. 
The sack is so thin, you can see my hand right through 
it. Any more stretching and it might split, so I'll 
let it snap back now. Look at those balls shoot back 
down. Let's do that a few more times. Watch how Igor 
tries to move toward me when I begin pulling, and when 
he can't any more, he tries to hold his body up high 
to lessen the stretching.

"This time, I'm going to hold his balls still when 
they're stretched, and we'll watch him get tired and 
see what happens when his body drops down and causes 
the membrane to stretch even more. Do you think he can 
do that slowly, or will he drop fast and give himself 
a huge dose of pain? I hope the membrane doesn't 
split, don't you? You don't? You guys are such 
sillies. We don't want that, because that would be the 
end of the show.

"Look at that. I think it's paper thin now, but it's 
not splitting. Good job, Igor.

"Now a little treat for the foot fetishists. Let me 
take my boots off quickly. Now I'm ready. You regulars 
know I'm pretty good in karate and practice all the 
time. So watch closely because I'm going to do some 
spin jump moves really fast, and each time I'm going 
to kick a certain target so fast, you probably won't 
even see my foot connect. There's the first one. Now 
you know the target, because you saw them flying and 
you heard Igor. Get ready balls, because I'm going to 
spin and kick you from different angles and even from 
up in the air. Watch his balls, boys and girls. I'm 
pretty fast, but maybe you can see me connect. This 
part is being filmed in slo-mo so when you watch the 
video later, you'll see the connection more clearly.

"Thank you so much everyone for letting me know how 
much you liked that. Let's let him recover a little 
now. This is so much fun -- except for Igor, of 
course, but he doesn't deserve any fun for what he did 
to his girlfriend. I think his balls and my foot are 
good friends now. And it's Brianna's turn again."

"Hi, everybody," said Brianna. "We're getting low on 
time, but we're going to try to get some of the most 
popular requests in before the show is over. You 
spanking nuts have been panting ever since we turned 
him over. Yes, he's got nice round, muscular buttocks, 
but they're the wrong color. So Alicia and I are going 
to paint them red. She gets the right one, and I get 
the left one, and we're going to smack them as hard as 
we can until our hands and arms are aching, and then 
we'll use the other hand. Let's see how red we can 
paint them.

"Look how Igor's whole body is jumping as we spank 
him. We're really giving him a good bruising. He won't 
be able to sit down for a few weeks after this without 
hurting really bad. And he's totally bruised inside 
from all the fist punching, so every time he goes to 
the bathroom, he's going to be in horrible pain. I 
don't think he'll abuse his girlfriend again, do you?

"Stop, Alicia. Time to focus on the sucker again. He's 
starting to shake that special way, and I think he's 
about to come. Pull it out back under his red cheeks 
so we can see. Yes, there he goes, and I don't think I 
saw more than a couple of drops come out. That's why 
he twisted that weird way. It was more pain than 
pleasure this time. We're going to let the sucker do 
him one more time to show how really bad that can 
feel.

"Meanwhile, our fans are reminding us that he's 
probably ready for refreshment, but I see a problem. 
We need to confer."

The two girls got up and walked away. Dalton could 
hear them whispering, but he couldn't hear what they 
were saying. He was crying uncontrollably under his 
hood, and his mind was empty of everything except 
pain. They returned a minute later holding a long, 
thin cocktail glass.

"Look, everybody," said Alcia. "Brianna is such a 
smart girl. She thought of this. You know we like to 
give our guests a special refreshing creamy drink at 
the end of the show, but Igor's mouth is covered 
because he doesn't want anyone to find out who he is. 
So how is he going to enjoy his drink?

"Brianna figured it out. And that's why we have this 
glass and these two big boba straws. Wendy and Helen, 
our two beautiful Chinese makeup girls, love to suck 
on balls every day. No, guys, they won't come on the 
show. What they suck are those tapioca balls in their 
drinks. So Brianna's idea was to borrow their big, 
thick boba straws.

"Now watch us, because this one isn't dangerous, and 
you could try it at home. We've never done anything 
like it before, so we don't know exactly what will 
happen, and that's exciting. All of you are witnessing 
a world premiere. Just watch Brianna in the close-up, 
and I'll explain what she's doing.

"First, you see she disconnected the collection 
container from the sucker. Look at Igor's penis while 
she does it. It got all big and hard again. I think 
it's going to come in a minute or so, but everything 
is already sucked out of poor Igor, so we don't need 
the container anymore. Now Alicia is pouring some of 
the container into the tall glass. Oh goody! There's 
lots of yummy drink left in the container. I think we 
can do this right up to the end of the show if it's as 
exciting as I hope it will be.

"Now, she's taking her boba straw -- wait. I hear some 
horrible sounds coming from Igor's hood. Do you hear 
him? This is what it sounds like when you guys have a 
dry orgasm. Your body has nothing left to spurt, so it 
gets really sad and everything and causes a special 
kind of pain all over your crotch. Igor's not getting 
any bruises like when we kicked him in the balls, but 
this actually hurts more. Let's watch while he twists 
around.

"It looks like he's calming down now. You guys really 
got off on that, I see. OK, before the grand finale, 
Brianna and I need to know. Click on a number at the 
bottom of your screen in the pink come box and then 
click on the submit button. Be honest. Have you come 
once during the show? Or twice? Or more? Tell us how 
many times. Oh, the numbers are coming in, and they're 
incredible. No zeroes yet, and one of you -- I'm sure 
it's a certain girl in Muncee -- has already come 18 
times. Well, get ready for at least one more, guys and 
gals. Are your fingers and hands all set? Here we go!

"Watch Brianna dip her boba straw all the way to the 
bottom of the tall glass filled with Igor's special 
white Russian cocktail. Now see how she's put her 
pretty index finger over the end of the straw tightly. 
That keeps the come inside and the air out, so watch 
what happens as she lifts up the straw. See, there was 
a little drop on the end that fell back into the 
glass, but the rest of the come is trapped in the 
straw, and it won't come out.

"Now, she's taking the straw and coming over to Igor. 
There it is high above him. I think he's realizing 
what she's going to do, because he's shaking his head 
and twisting it around. He's trying to be a moving 
target. Sometimes anticipation hurts more than the 
real thing, Igor, but not in this case, I don't think. 
Wow! He's really going wild as he sees that straw come 
down. Let's let him avoid it for a while and watch 
what he does. He's like a human bobble head, isn't he?

"But he's starting to slow down. That took a lot of 
energy, Igor. Thank you for the show! Now just relax. 
I'm going to move over here by you and sit on this 
high stool. Now I'm going to gently move you this way 
until your nice latex head is resting in my lap. Now 
I'm going to move my thighs apart and let it drop a 
little, like that, and now I'm going to move my thighs 
together like this to cradle your head and hold it 
firm. You're still trying to move it, but now you 
can't. Now let me put a little dab of Crisco outside 
the right nostril. I'm looking into your eyes, and I 
see incredible fear, Igor. Can you folks at home see 
it, too?

"OK, Brianna, we're all ready for that straw full of 
Igor's cocktail. See how she's spinning it around a 
little in the Crisco so it goes into Igor's right 
nostril smoothly. There, she's got it far enough down 
so it's tight and won't come loose. Ready? OK, now 
she's taking her finger off the end, and the delicious 
drink is pouring into Igor.

"Oh my god, did you hear that? It's the sound of the 
nostril burning from the come pouring into it and the 
sound of him choking as the stuff goes into his mouth 
and the gulping as Igor tries to swallow it before it 
kills him. Don't worry folks, it's not going to kill 
him. If we wanted to do that, we would pour the 
cocktail into both nostrils and push the latex hood 
tight into his mouth so he couldn't breathe at all. 
Then he would drown in his own come. I just said that 
for you sadists out there, but as you can see, we're 
leaving one nostril open so he can breathe, and he'll 
be fine. But his head is one big ball of pain now, and 
it's going to get worse.

"Because now it's my turn. There's still a lot of come 
in Igor's right nostril, so I'm going to push the left 
one shut with my finger. Now he has to breathe through 
the right nostril and inhale all the rest of his come. 
Does it smell good, Igor?

"Now his right nostril seems to be clear. Here goes my 
straw into the glass and into the left nostril, and up 
goes my finger and down goes the come, and Igor's 
choking and swallowing again. I wish we could see his 
face. I'm sure his expression is beautiful. OK, your 
turn again Brianna. Let's see how much we can feed him 
before the show is over. We'll say goodbye now, boys 
and girls. We hope you enjoyed the Alicia and Brianna 
Show and you'll be back with us next week.

"I think Igor is going to be a good boy after this and 
treat his girlfriend with respect, but if he doesn't, 
maybe she'll bring him back for some more fun. I see 
everyone out there would love that, so you better 
shape up Igor, because next time Brianna and I won't 
be so easy on you. Ha ha ha. Goodbye everyone. You can 
watch us feeding Igor until the program ends.

"And don't forget, since all of you paid your 
membership for the month, you can watch our video with 
Igor as many times as you want for the next 30 days. 
We love you all.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Be sure to stay on for the Susie 
and Cindy show, you know, the wax girls. All of you, 
all over the world, can watch the first 10 minutes for 
free. You're going to love what they do to their 
gentleman guest with their hot waxes and the weights 
and clamps they attach in amazing places. They really 
know how to deliver pain. You'll want to join their 
show, too, so you can see the end, when they start 
shooting the electrical jolts to the clamps and inside 
their guest's anus. You won't believe it what it does. 
So stay tuned for Susie and Cindy.

"Bye now. We love you."

***

When the camera lights finally went off and Alicia and 
Brianna stopped pouring come down his nose, Dalton 
felt like a lump of jelly, no longer human. He was 
exhausted, and he wanted to pass out, but the nausea 
caused by the smell in his nose and the taste in his 
mouth was keeping him awake, and that kept him feeling 
the tremendous pain inside his anus and in his 
testicles and the buttocks that were raw and bruised. 
Even though no one was touching him anymore, he felt 
like needles were being pushed into his buttocks, and 
he couldn't keep from squirming and moaning.

He saw Alicia and Brianna looking at him. "The cameras 
are off, Igor," said Alicia. "You don't have to do 
that anymore if you don't want to. I'm sure you must 
be as exhausted and exhilarated as we are."

"It was a privilege working with you," said Brianna. 
"You are in a class by yourself. And if you ever want 
to come back and do any more things on your list, we'd 
love to work with you again. I know you're going to be 
getting a big bonus for today, and you've earned every 
cent. Thanks so much."

"Yes, thank you," said Alicia. "We're going to our 
dressing rooms to freshen up for a minute, but we'll 
be right back to film the closing bit for the video. 
And then I think, Brianna and I are going out to 
celebrate. We'd love it if you'd join us, but Terry 
says you want to remain anonymous. We'll be toasting 
you, that's for sure."

As the girls walked away, he saw two other women 
rushing up to him. When they bent over him, he saw it 
was Terry and Nora. Nora was another friend of 
Polly's. She was also hot, but nobody noticed that at 
first, because she was 6 feet 3 and had a lot of 
muscles. Nora lifted him up in her strong arms and 
carried his limp body over to a couch where she sat 
him up and sat down next to him with her arm around 
him to prop him up while Terry kneeled down in front 
of him, put her face close to his and began talking.

"Dalton, we'll explain everything in a little while, 
but now you have to concentrate. Nora is your 
girlfriend, and she'll sit next to you for the video 
and keep you propped up like you are. She'll do most 
of the talking, but you've got to say a few lines. 
I've got them written on a big card in case you 
forget, and I'll be standing by the cameraman, so keep 
your eyes on me. If you look at Alicia or Brianna or 
Nora, remember to always look back at me so you can 
read the card at the right time. Look, here is the 
card. If you can read it, nod.

"You need to respond, Dalton, because we don't have 
much time. If you don't respond, Nora is going to tell 
the crew here that you don't want to say anything yet, 
not until after you do the next show with Susie and 
Cindy, the wax girls. If you think you went through 
hell just now, you don't understand how much easier 
that is than having heavy weights pulling your balls 
to the floor and a dildo up your ass that is shooting 
electricity into your colon. Do you want that? I see 
you're shaking your head. Good. Now read your lines. 
Do you understand what you need to say?

"Good. OK. This is only going to take a few minutes. 
When people download the video from the site, it will 
have this scene with you and Nora and Alicia and 
Brianna showing that you are all friendly and that you 
really enjoyed being abused by the two beautiful 
dominatrixes. The authorities are always trying to 
shut down our site, so this is insurance for us.

"All you need to do is nod that you understand and 
agree with what Nora and the hosts are saying, and at 
the right part, you'll say these two sentences. Got 
it? Oh, and take these balloons in your hand. You'll 
present one to each of the girls when Nora tells you 
to. Here, I'll take the third one. Hold him still, 
Nora, while I peel back his hood over his mouth for a 
second.

"That's it, Dalton, breathe deeply. The hood has to go 
back over your mouth for now, but soon we'll take it 
off. OK, hold still. I've got this balloon untied, and 
I'm pinching the end tight. Now I'm going to stick the 
end in your mouth like this and let go. There, that 
was perfect. I think all the gas went in. No one will 
recognize your voice now. We're ready for the girls. 
I'll go and get them."

Dalton's brain was moving slowly. He tried to focus. 
All he knew was he had to do what Terry said, because 
he didn't want to meet Susie and Cindy. The thought 
that she was lying and bluffing never entered his 
crazed mind. He was so broken, he would have done 
anything she asked him to if it would prevent more 
pain. He focused on Terry and her big piece of 
cardboard with the words written on it. He had to say 
those words right or -- he didn't want to think of the 
alternative.

Alicia and Brianna squeezed onto the couch next to him 
and Nora. They looked at the camera, waiting for a 
signal. Brianna spoke first.

"This is really unusual to meet our guest's 
girlfriend, but welcome to the show, Irina."

"Thank you," said Nora in a deep voice.

"Tell us about you and Igor," said Alicia.

"Well, we love each other very much," said Nora. 
"We've been together for three years. I never knew 
anyone like Igor before, and when he wanted me to 
start doing things to him, at first I was disgusted. 
But then I realized that each man has different sex 
fantasies, and there was nothing wrong with Igor 
enjoying pain and humiliation, as long as it wasn't 
hurting anyone else. What he likes best is to make up 
stories, like he did for the show, and then act them 
out."

"So the two of you have been doing the things we did 
to Igor for quite a while?" said Brianna.

"Yes, all except the straws," said Nora. "That was a 
stroke of genius. Igor told me he wants to do that 
with me next time."

"Let's hear a little from Igor," said Alicia. "Igor, I 
know you're tired, and I can understand why you want 
to remain anonymous, because you are a corporate 
executive in Moscow. But tell us, did you really enjoy 
our session?"

Dalton was looking at Terry. She moved her head 
sideways and nodded hard up and down. Why was she 
doing that? Then he got it. He turned to Alicia and 
nodded.

"He doesn't know much English," said Nora, "but he 
understands you."

"Funny how you don't have much of an accent, Irina," 
said Brianna. "Can he say anything for us? He looked 
like he was in terrible pain when we were abusing him? 
We want to make sure he's all right and he was really 
just acting."

"Of course," said Irina, "but first he has a gift for 
you, isn't that right, Igor, honey."

Dalton was watching Terry again and saw her pantomime 
stretching her hand out. He turned to Alicia and 
Brianna and handed them each a brightly colored 
balloon.

"Why thank you, Igor," said Brianna. "That's so nice 
of you."

Todd turned back to Terry and saw her pointing to his 
script. He turned back to Brianna and Alicia and 
started reciting it.

"You're welcome," he said, and then he stopped. His 
voice was strange. It was high and squeaky and funny, 
like a duck in a cartoon. He hesitated. What did they 
do to him? Then he realized it was only the helium in 
the balloon, and Terry had disguised his voice for 
him. He looked at the script again and then at Brianna 
and Terry.

"This was an amazing experience," he said. "Thank you 
so much. I'm just so tired now that it's hard for me 
to talk."

He looked back at Terry, and she was nodding hard and 
giving him the thumbs up. There, he did it. That's all 
he had to do. He turned and looked at Alicia and 
Brianna again.

"That's really an unusual voice for a man as big as 
you, Igor," said Brianna.

"Yes," said Nora, "he's a little sensitive about it. 
But I can assure you, he's no wimp."

"Of course not," said Alicia. "Well, thank you very 
much Irina and, of course, Igor. Brianna and I just 
want to tell you again, Igor, how much we enjoyed 
working with you, and if you ever want to be our guest 
again, we'd love to have you."

"Thank you, ladies," said Nora. "Igor wanted to 
explore a bit of exhibitionism, but as you can see, 
he's also concerned about concealing his identity. So 
we'll talk it over, and if he's interested, we'll 
contact you."

"We'll be wishing hard," said Brianna. "Thanks again. 
Goodbye everyone."

***

After the cameras shut down, Brianna turned to Nora 
and said, "I meant what I said, Irina. I don't think 
you and Igor are from Russia, and I don't think that's 
Igor's voice, but we respect your privacy. Today was a 
tremendous payday for us, and I think you'll see that 
Igor's going to get a bonus, too. If he ever comes 
back on our show, we're going to promote it for weeks, 
and he's going to make a lot of money, probably more 
than double what he's getting today. So think about 
it, Irina. I'm sure you're a big influence on him, 
right?"

"Thanks," said Nora. "I'd like to get Igor to the 
dressing room now." She lifted him up and held him 
tightly as she began walking with him. A large man 
stepped forward and lifted Dalton up and almost 
carried his limp body off as Terry and Nora followed. 
The man brought Dalton to a small dressing room and 
deposited him in a chair and left. Dalton's head was 
hanging down and his eyes were closed.

"Hello, Dalton," someone whispered in his ear, and his 
head jerked up. It was Polly."

"No talking," said Terry. "Igor, try to stand up now. 
Someone is going to bring you something in a few 
moments, and then you are going to leave with your 
girlfriend, Irina, and her friend here."

She looked around and then whispered in his ear, "I'll 
see you later."

Dalton looked at her with frightened eyes, but she 
didn't say anything else. What was she going to do to 
him later? The pain enveloping him seemed to grow 
stronger.

"Here you are, Mr. Igor," said a cute girl in jeans 
who entered the room. She reached out her hand which 
was holding a thick wad of bills with some rubber 
bands around it. "You'll see it's $30,000, double what 
was in your agreement. The producers asked me to tell 
you that you are the best amateur they've ever filmed 
and that if you ever want to come back, they are 
prepared to pay you a lot more than that. Do you have 
some place to put this?"

"I'll put it in my purse for now," said Nora. "We need 
to get home right away so Igor can get some rest."

The girl left, and Nora and Polly got on either side 
of Dalton and almost dragged him to Polly's car, where 
he passed out. When they got to their apartment 
building parking lot, Polly put some smelling salts 
under his nose until he opened his eyes. "We need to 
get you to bed, Dalton," she said, "but you have to 
help us. We've taken off your hood, but we couldn't 
change your clothes, so you're still naked below the 
waist. It's the middle of the day, so no one's around, 
but Nora's checking to make sure. Then we're going to 
walk with her in front of you and me behind you as 
quickly as we can to the elevator and then to the 
apartment. Nora unlocked the door already."

No one saw the strange trio as they moved together 
through the building. When they got to the bedroom, 
Dalton fell into the bed and passed out. When he 
awoke, it was dark in the room, but he made out Polly 
sitting in a chair by the bed. He looked up at her for 
a moment, and he saw concern on her face. Then he 
couldn't hold his head up any longer and fell asleep 
again.

The second time he woke up, the sun was out, and Polly 
wasn't there. He heard voices in the other room. Every 
inch of his body, inside and out, was hurting, and it 
hurt more when he made a move, so he just lay there 
looking at the ceiling. He didn't know how much time 
passed before he saw Terry's face poking into the 
room. She walked over to him and yelled out, "He's 
awake. Bring a couple more chairs in here."

He lay there on his back looking up and not saying 
anything until they rolled him on his side. He 
screamed from the pain.

"I'm sorry," said Polly, "but Nora and Terry have to 
leave soon, and they insisted we do this now."

He was facing the three women in folding chairs next 
to the bed. He saw Nora reach into her purse.

"I want to show you that I'm giving this $30,000 to 
Polly," she said. "She promised us that you wouldn't 
get any of it because she knows what you'll spend it 
on."

"I'm quickly going to explain to you what happened, 
and then Polly insists on talking to you," said Terry. 
"It's pretty simple. We and her other friends got 
together and decided to intervene because of what you 
were doing to Polly. I work for that fetish website, 
and it was my plan. We drugged your coffee and dressed 
you in your submissive latex outfit, and then Nora and 
I managed to get your limp body over to the studios 
before anyone was there and put you into the 
restraints before the drug wore off. I forged a fake 
name onto the agreement and wrote your fictional 
script for Alicia and Brianna. They don't know it was 
100 per cent true. And I compiled the list of all the 
abuses you enjoyed. You know the rest."

There was silence. Dalton wasn't sure he could talk, 
and even if he could, he didn't know what to say. He 
shivered, and he felt Polly stroking his arm gently.

"Get away from him, Polly," said Nora. "You know what 
we agreed on. Sit down over there and tell him."

There was silence again. He looked at Polly, and she 
was crying.

"Come on, Polly," said Terry. "We're waiting."

"Dalton, I'm sorry, but this is the end," said Polly. 
"I'm moving out this afternoon. I'll leave the bed 
here and the little kitchen table and chair, even 
though they're mine, too. There's plenty of food in 
the fridge, and you're already looking a lot better, 
so I'm sure you'll be able to get out of bed and feed 
yourself, even if you are in a lot of pain.

"When my friends made me attend some Al-Anon meetings, 
I found out that I was not helping you. I was making 
it worse for you by enabling you. You will never beat 
alcoholism until you make your own decision, and no 
amount of nagging or threatening by me will change a 
thing. You have to get to the point where you realize 
that you're as low as you want to be before you can 
make the decision for yourself.

"That's why I went along with Terry's idea for the 
video. It hurt me to watch what was done to you. All 
my friends were watching it on the Internet and 
texting congratulations, but I just felt horrible as I 
watched. I only hope the pain and embarrassment gets 
you to that point where you can make your decision. 
Then it will all have been worth it.

"I learned at the meetings that I can't control 
anything you do. You may have to sink even lower 
before you make your decision. The rent on the 
apartment is paid through the end of the month, which 
is 10 days from now. You need to contact some social 
services and free legal clinics right away and tell 
them you have no money, because they have ways of 
slowing down your eviction for a few months. If you 
don't do that, you'll probably be on the street in 
less than a month.

"I'm scared for you out there, but I know there's a 
lot of help for the homeless when they want it. I've 
been checking, and I met some good people at agencies 
who will give you shelter and food and counseling, if 
you seek them out. They told me you need to be careful 
of others when you sleep, even at a mission, because 
some of the people in the other bunks will be 
psychopaths, perverts and sadists, and when they find 
out you're not like them, they could gang up on you. 
Sometimes they gang rape men, but the worst ones like 
to mutilate their victims, so a policeman I talked to 
said you need to buy some kind of plastic knife that 
the metal detectors at the institutions can't detect, 
because a lot of the others have them. My girlfriends 
reminded me you're bigger and healthier than most of 
them, and you know how to fight, but I'm still worried 
about what could happen to you.

"I hope you don't have to get that low. Even if you 
can get a job doing manual labor or fast food, you can 
stay away from that life and afford a room in a poor 
neighborhood. You make friends fast, so as soon as you 
make the decision, I know you'll get lots of help. And 
once you're on your feet, I know you'll make it all 
the way back, because when you're sober and set your 
mind to something, you can overcome anything. I know 
someday you can get a good job where people appreciate 
your talents and pay you a lot.

"Of course, my optimism is all based on you making a 
decision you've avoided for nearly two years. My 
friends aren't as sure as I am that you can beat your 
demons, and they are trying to prepare me for the 
worst, like hearing that you died in some alley 
wearing rags.

"I can't help you from now on, because I promised my 
friends I wouldn't be your enabler anymore. And please 
don't try to contact me. See these photos that Terry 
and Nora took of your naked body after they gave you 
an enema and before they dressed you in your latex 
outfit? There's also a video of you being dressed. 
Even though only a little area around your nipples and 
the area between your belly button and your thighs 
showed on the program, you have a lot of identifying 
marks.

"See, Terry circled two of them in red on these 
photos. When you're aroused, your penis has a pattern 
of veins that's unusual, and you could see it clearly 
through the transparent sucking machine. And there's 
an unusual combination of moles right below your right 
nipple.

"There are a lot more of them, and Terry says that if 
you try to contact me, they will put up an "Igor" 
Facebook page with the photos and reveal your real 
name and where you're living. People from all over the 
world are already interested in Igor, and Terry's boss 
thinks your video is going to go viral, so you'll have 
many more fans. Some of the stranger ones will come 
looking for you.

"They're like paparazzi. They'll stalk you and take 
your picture. If you grow a beard or change your 
hairstyle, they'll record it and send photos to all 
your other fans. You won't be able to escape them, no 
matter where you move.

"But the worst ones aren't the pests. Some of your 
fans -- especially certain women -- are going to want 
to do the things on the video to you -- and even 
sicker things. They will offer to pay you well, but if 
you don't agree, they will try to find ways to achieve 
their goal through other means. You saw how easy it 
was for us to make you helpless, so I think that even 
if you're careful, some of them could -- no, I don't 
want to even say it.

"So please, please don't try to find me. You know, I 
would never do anything to hurt you, but Nora, Terry, 
Judy and the others have the photos and videos, and 
they said to tell you, they won't think twice about 
putting you on Facebook if you don't leave me alone.

"I'm keeping the money you earned yesterday, but I'm 
not spending it. It's going into a fund to earn 
interest.

"I'm looking at you lying there in all your pain, and 
I think you've got to be tremendously humiliated, too. 
If you're not, then you're really not the Dalton I 
know anymore. So I'll be praying for our intervention 
to work, and I'm going to have faith that you will dig 
yourself out.

"My friends and the people at Al-Anon told me not to 
tell you this next part, because they said it wouldn't 
help you, but I have to. I know my friends will try to 
stop me any way they can, but you know me when I'm 
determined, Dalton, and I'm making you a promise right 
now. In two years, I'm going to find you, no matter 
how much my friends may try to prevent it.

"I hope you're sober and are holding some kind of job 
and leading a normal life. If you're doing that and 
you've got a good woman in your life, I'll have a nice 
cry and leave you alone after I deposit the money from 
the video shoot and all the interest in your bank 
account anonymously. If you still haven't made your 
decision, I'll stay away from you, but maybe I'll 
check in another two years.

"If you're alone and have been sober for more than a 
year and you're living right, no matter how poor you 
are or what kind of job you have or where you're 
living, I'm going to call you up and try to talk to 
you. You will probably hate me so much for what I did 
to you that you'll hang up on me. I'll see that you 
get your money anyway.

"But if you agree to see me, and -- no, I've already 
said too much. I see you want to talk, but don't say 
anything to me. I've promised not to listen to you, 
and it would just make it more painful for both of us. 
Goodbye, Dalton."

Dalton had raised his head, but she gently pushed it 
back down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and 
rushed from the room. Nora followed her. Terry came to 
the bed and leaned over him.

"That's the last you'll see of her, Dalton, no matter 
what she fantasizes," Terry said. "Don't even think of 
trying to contact her if you know what's good for you.

"After we persuaded her to take the money you made 
today, we realized that was a mistake. If you had the 
money now, you could begin drinking yourself to death 
right away, and that would be the best protection for 
Polly.

"But we came up with another idea, which we didn't 
tell her. See this? I'm leaving you my card in case 
you want to make a lot of money right away.

"My bosses at the website are dying for you to come 
back. I think you could get them to pay you way more 
than double for another session. The other things on 
the list I made for you are much more painful and 
disgusting than what you did yesterday, and I'd love 
to watch Alicia and Brianna do them to you next time.

"But my bosses were a little nervous about the 
conversation with you and Nora at the end. They knew 
that something was fishy, and I think they suspect 
your release forms are fake, too. If you want the 
money, you may have to agree to take off your hood 
next time, at least for a few seconds when you have 
the chat at the end, so you can smile and pretend to 
be a willing participant in what they did to you. Your 
session would get a huge advance promotion, and they 
think you might get the largest international audience 
ever.

"You'd still be Igor, but everyone on the world would 
see your face. It's almost certain that someone would 
recognize you, and then it could be the same as if we 
did the Facebook page. The word would travel fast, and 
soon you'd be getting a lot of unwelcome attention. I 
think the combination of those scary women coming 
after you and all the money you'd have should help you 
drink yourself to death pretty fast. So if that's what 
you want, call me and I'll fix it up for you.

"Judy should be over in a few minutes. She'll get 
things ready for the movers who will strip the 
apartment and take everything except what Polly is 
leaving for you. Judy is still very angry at you, so 
if I were you, I'd stay in bed and out of her way. 
Goodbye."

Dalton heard her words and felt as if something big 
and cold was falling on top of him. Through all his 
pain, he felt the coldness, like a blanket of fog, was 
smothering him to death. He was choking, and he 
couldn't breathe. He passed out.

The next thing he felt was a horrible new pain. As it 
woke him, he saw a hand flying at his right cheek and 
tried to put his hands up to stop it, but he was too 
slow, and it smacked him with tremendous force again.

"You bastard, Dalton," said Judy. "I saw what they did 
to you, but it wasn't enough. Your face was protected, 
so they couldn't hurt it like your ass. But I'll take 
care of that. I'm going to slap you so hard and so 
long that I'll rip both your cheeks to shreds, and 
then I'm going to work on your butt. I wanted to 
tattoo 'child molester' on them, so you'd never get 
near a woman again, but the others said that if Polly 
ever found out, that would send her back to you. And 
Terry said that would spoil her plan because her 
company wouldn't hire you with a tattoo like that.

"So I'll have to settle for second best. Your butt is 
already deeply bruised, but I've got a whip with a lot 
of strands, and it's going to cut so many stripes of 
blood into your ass that you'll look like you've been 
tattooed anyway.

"It's going to take months before the pain goes away, 
and each time you feel it on your face and your ass, I 
want you to think of me and my promise that I'm making 
you right now. If I hear you've tried to call Polly or 
emailed her or sent a message to her through someone 
else or tried to reach her in any way, I'm going to 
find you and do this all over, and then I'll do 
something even worse, maybe cut off your balls and 
feed them to my dog. Do you hear me, Dalton?"

He heard her and tried to put his hands in front of 
his face, but she laughed and easily pushed them 
aside. Then she began slapping again.

END