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The Surrogate The feminine sultry voice on the other end of the phone was familiar but for the life of me I couldn't place it. It was quite obvious to other party that I was having difficulty and I could sense her enjoyment in the situation. The conversation, if that is what you would call it, had lasted a little more than 5 minutes when she finally ended my torment. "Since you obviously have no idea who this is and you're still too proud to ask, I'll go ahead and get right to the point. This is Jerri. Steve and I have returned to the area. He has invested in the family business and we've purchased a home out in the west suburbs. We actually made the move about 10 weeks ago but with all the headaches of moving and Steve having immersed himself completely in the new business, we really haven't had time to socialize. But Steve wanted me to call and invite you out for dinner this Friday, it's been ages since we've seen one another. Are you available?" I didn't have any plans but was hesitant to jump at the invitation, after all it had been at least 7 years since I had seen Steve. "So are you able to attend or will I need to plan this for another evening?" "Yes I can make it next Friday", I hesitantly responded. "Good, I'll send you directions. We will see you Friday at 8:00. Bye". As she hung up the phone I was at a complete loss. This was the most pleasant conversation that the two of us ever had. Why the change? As I made the hour and one-half commute out to the upper class section of the city my mind wandered. Steve and I met during our first week at college. He was residing two rooms down the hall in our freshman dorm. We instantly became close friends in spite of our different backgrounds. I was brought up in a small rural community by a lower middle working class family. My education was being financed by loans, family contributions and summer employment. Steve came from a wealthy family with strong political and business ties. He was raised in the city and had traveled extensively throughout both this country and Europe. I was about average, in just about everything. A good athlete but not exceptional. I was not blessed with exceptional speed, strength or skills. I competed well in high school but that is where it was going to end for me, and I knew this. Academically I was again blessed with that curse of being average. My grades through high school were above average but I knew this was the effect of being an athlete more than my prowess in the classroom. When I made the effort and applied myself I was capable of obtaining better than average grades. Steve, on the other hand was a gifted athlete. The so-called "natural", good at any sport he chose to partake. But basketball was his sport of choice. Standing 6'-6" and weighing 220 lbs, he was pure grace on the court. He could run and jump with anyone and had wonderful outside jump shot. He had been recruited by most of the top schools in the nation and offered scholarships for these skills but had turned them all down to attend this small Midwest school on an academic scholarship. This is where Steve really excelled. He was literally quite brilliant and knew his future would be in business not some sports venue. Still, he enjoyed the game and played ball while attending the university, but they did not offer scholarships. On top of all this he was also blessed with movie star looks, the type that women swoon over. I should have been insanely jealous of this man but for some unknown reason we immediately became close friends and remained so throughout our college careers. Jerri was absolutely gorgeous, blessed with a fabulous body and classic features. She stood 5'-7" and had the perfect figure, dark brown hair and sultry green eyes that could melt a man in seconds. A cheerleader, sorority girl and social climber of the highest order she immediately took to Steve and made no bones about her desires. Steve enjoyed this attention but was in no desire for a lasting relationship, being the envy of most of the entire female campus population. But Jerri persevered and by Steve's senior year they were engaged. Jerri did not care much for me, or most of Steve's friends, feeling we were beneath them both socially and financially. Although she had come from modest beginnings she was a social climber and saw an opportunity when it presented itself. On the other hand most of Steve's friends, myself included, despised Jerri. With graduation I accepted a job in the city and Steve went on to graduate school. He finished first in his class and married Jerri that summer. The wedding was a large formal affair and Jerri was at her finest. By now we were barely on speaking terms but being the best man I held my tongue putting forth my best behavior. Steve took a management job with a very prestigious firm. We remained close and talked frequently during the next few years. But with the differences in our lives and careers and the strain between Jerri and me, we slowly drifted apart. First we stopped socializing, then the phone calls came less frequently. When they moved across country with Steve's promotion we virtually lost touch with one another. Even the obligatory Christmas cards had subsided the last three years. So this call came as a complete shock. If the call had came from Steve I would have been surprised, but to have Jerri call completely out of the blue was almost troubling. Added to this her cordial nature, it just wasn't adding up. Yet here I was driving out to their new home eagerly anticipating a reunion with an old friend, but somehow troubled by the events that had led me to this point. I was met at the door by Jerri and she looked every bit as wonderful as I remembered. Time or the doctors had been very good to her. She handed me a drink, "margarita no salt if I remember". "Thanks," I said trying to be nice. Taking a sip, it tasted awful. Either she did not know how to make it correctly or one of the ingredients had spoiled. She obviously did not remember, but my sophomore year I had consumed way too much tequila at a frat party and was unable to drink the liquor until just recently. But with this newfound friendship I was not rocking the boat, I'll just have the drink and not say a thing. "Steve is running late getting out of the office but he should be here shortly" she stated closing the door behind me. We talked of old times as we toured the house, sticking to basics. As hard as she was trying to be nice, there was still a strained relationship beneath the surface and I couldn't understand her cordial nature. "Why don't you mix us a couple of drinks," she offered as we approached the basement bar. "Oh, Olga please come in, I'd like you to meet a dear friend of Steve's from college," she continued as she motioned her into the room. "Olga has became a integral part of our life as she does all sorts of things for me." Olga was a statuesque form, very tall and well built, she looked like a former eastern European athlete. Yet she had a feminine flair beneath the rough outer edges. She reminded me of someone who definitely would take charge of a situation and I laughed to myself as I thought of this woman taking orders from Jerri. As we entered the living room I felt light headed and slightly dizzy, the room started to spin as I took a seat in the large sofa. I awoke in a strange bed with a splitting headache. From the angle of the sun I could tell that it had to be late morning, I would guess somewhere around 10:00 AM. I never stayed in bed this late and was trying my damnedest to put the pieces together. My mind just would not or could not focus. "It's about time you woke up dear," a feminine voice announced, "the morning is half over and we have much to do." "I need an aspirin," I mumbled. "It will do absolutely no good, the effects will wear off in about 20 minutes, until then you will just have endure. Now get up and come down for breakfast, Olga will see to your needs." I now recognized the voice of Jerri, things were starting to return. But what was going on? Olga entered the room and pulled down the covers. As she helped me to my feet I notice a strange feeling about my body and realized that I was wearing a bra and panties. Beneath the bra I could feel breast forms filling the cups and I demanded to know what the hell was going on. Handing me a short lace cover up "shut up and follow me, you are in no position to bargain." Jerri was already eating at the breakfast table as we entered. "Don't you just look divine," she smirked with an evil grin. "What in the hell do you think you are doing?" I screamed. "The answers will all come in due time and when I am ready to tell you. If you do not obey my every command I will have Olga throw you out into the lawn and call the police. Before you start contemplating doing anything remotely stupid think about the situation. It will be your word against ours. A single male dressed in sexy lingerie standing in the lawn of a respected businessman. Our story will be that you arrived and threatened us. You be the judge." After eating a small breakfast I was led into the bathroom. There I was given a bubble bath and lotions were applied removing all hair from my body. During this time I discovered that my breasts had been secured to me through the use of medical adhesives. Next I was seated in a chair and given a manicure and pedicure, had long false fingernails applied and both finger and toenails were painted a bright red color. A long blonde wig was fitted over my short-cropped hair and teased into place. My eyebrows were plucked, lashes curled and full makeup applied. Afterwards it was removed and reapplied slowly going over each minute detail of the application process. Then I was forced to remove and apply fresh makeup until I got the hang of it. As we were finishing the final time Olga entered the room with numerous boxes. "Olga has been out shopping, let's see what wonderful surprises she has brought you," Jerri announces triumphantly. With that Olga started opening boxes of outfits, lingerie, shoes and various accessories. For the next hour I am in constant motion trying on one outfit after another, with Olga's assistance, until I have made my way through the entire wardrobe. Then Jerri picked out a favorite, a red form fitting dress cut just above the knees, it zips in the back and has a rear walking slit, red 5" stiletto heel sandals with ankle straps, sheer panty hose, matching red lace bra and panties and a body enhancing corset that is laced tightly from behind by Olga giving even my figure a feminine curve. "Wonderful," exclaimed Jerri, "I believe we are ready to start our lessons don't you think." As Olga completed her finishing touches zipping up the back of the dress she suddenly pulled both arms behind my back handcuffing my wrists together. Jerri approached with something in her hands, "open up sweetheart, fighting this will only make it worse." She inserted a large round ring into my mouth, strapping it behind my head effectively holding my mouth wide open. Olga from behind forced me to my knees as Jerri enters the room leading a medium sized man wearing a massive smile. Standing directly in front of me Jerri picked up my chin, "now Dyanne this is your first lesson and you need to pay close attention and be a good student. You have much to learn and very little time. If you fail your final test in this school you will not like the results of flunking. I hope I have made myself very clear on this matter. Do you understand?" I nodded the best that I could, but I had no idea what she meant. I only knew that I was not in a bargaining situation. She turned to the man standing beside her, "in addition to the $100.00 fee I am paying you I will add $10.00 per minute after you reach five minutes without cumming." Turning back to me, "you see Dear, the better you learn your lessons here the faster you get out of this situation. Let Dyanne start having her fun now." With that William, cock in hand, moved forward forcing his hardening penis into my virgin mouth. With the gag in place I was totally at his mercy. I tried my best to arouse him and end this nightmare. His hands clenched my head as he rammed his cock repeatedly into my mouth finally exploding deep into the back of my throat. Unable to swallow without closing my lips cum was spilling down my cheeks, Olga picked me to my feet. She walked me to the bathroom, cleaned my face and reapplied makeup. I was led to the recreation room and sat in front of the TV set. In the background I heard Jerri asking William to come back in an hour for lesson number two. Not again, I trembled. The TV jumped to life, it was a lesson on proper techniques for giving blowjobs. "You better pay close attention to this training film and learn as much as possible or your life will be pure hell," Olga whispered in my ear. An hour later and with a wealth of knowledge I never thought possible, I was led back into the living room where William anxiously awaited another treat. Jerri standing there happily announces, "this time we'll give Dyanne a chance to use some of her newfound knowledge, lets see how good of a student she really is. Olga removed the gag. William the same proposition as last time, $100.00 plus $10.00 per minute past the 5 minute mark." As he approached I was not forced onto my knees but gently let down by Olga. I don't know how long William lasted on our first encounter but I saw Jerri counting out more than $100.00. This time he erupted way before the five-minute mark bringing smiles from both Jerri and Olga. "You surprised me Dyanne, I didn't think you were that good of a student," Jerri chided. As William left the room I heard him exclaim, "anytime you have more weekend work Ms. Jerri just give me a call." "Thank you William, you have been extremely helpful." "Well Dyanne are you ready for you big test, lesson three?" I was being prepared for my next lesson or training session by viewing more films in the art of oral stimulation. After two long hours of viewing the same material in variety of situations my torture came to an end. Olga entered the room and ushered me into the bathroom to an awaiting bubble bath. After bathing my makeup was applied, nails touched up, my wig was set and I was paraded out for Jerri to personally select my outfit for the big evening out. She had everything laid out and ready. It started with matching white lace bra and panties, a white corset was then fitted and laced securely up the back, white nylon stockings with lace tops were pulled on and attached to garters extending from the corset, next came white 5" stiletto heeled sandals with open toes and ankle straps and finally a yellow form fitting dress. The entire outfit was much more conservative than what I had been expecting based upon the circumstances. The dress had a front button type closure with the last button located quite high exposing the tops of the stocking on my long legs as I walked and especially when seated. Sufficiently dressed Jerri decided that we should start my next step in the training process. My emotions were running the full gambit from outrage and anger to complete fear. But I had been kept so busy that I had been unable to plan for any type of escape from the ordeal facing me, not that there was any such escape. We arrived at a small nightclub I knew from news accounts to cater to alternative lifestyles. I could not believe that Jerri even in her most devious and wicked state would even drive through this section of the city let alone enter such an establishment. As Jerri and I waited outside Olga entered the building. Returning a few minutes later wearing a large smile she happily announced, "everything is set, they are ready anytime we want to start." I had been to afraid to ask what plans had been conceived for the night's entertainment but I now found myself begging not to be taken inside this establishment for fear of what may lay ahead. "Shut up," screamed Jerri. In all my years of knowing her I had never heard her raise her voice. She was never the vocal sort, rather she manipulated people much as she was now doing to me. This demand had brought my complaining to a sudden halt. "Your choice is quite simple, you can either follow through with our plans for the evening or I can put you out of the car right here and now. A quick call to the police that we are being propositioned by a drag queen should get you some attention. Are you coming in with us?" With that both Olga and Jerri exited the car for the front door of the club. Jerri turned holding the phone out for me to hear as a voice rang out "9th precinct". I slid out and scurried behind. We entered the bar and were immediately escorted to a table just in front of a small dance floor and right across from the bar. Music was blaring and it was extremely crowded but our entrance made quite an impression, it seemed like most of the eyes in the place were on me. Drinks were brought over and Jerri conversed privately with the attendant. "Why am I being stared at?" I questioned. "Because you are the most popular girl in the place, being the nights entertainment for the willing participants. After you have a few drinks to relax, you will take a seat in the barstool at the end of the bar. That will be the key for the festivities to begin. The bartender has been so kind to explain to everyone that this is your coming out party, kind of like a debutante ball. You are a very shy girl but want to become knowledgeable in the ways of the world, so you have volunteered to provide free blowjobs to everyone who wishes to partake. Those men wishing to participate will advance and ask you to dance. As they dance with you they will slip you a card with their name on it. After collecting these cards you will adjourn to a room provided in the back for your fun. So that you do not feel completely left out of these decisions you can arrange the order of the participants by numbering the cards and they will follow in that order. It is important that you remain disease free through your audition so it has been agreed that everyone will wear a condom and Olga will see to this. This is a training lesson, learn your lesson well and you will be rewarded, failure will be dealt with harshly. Each man will rate your performance from one to ten. If by chance you receive a ten the lesson will stop immediately, but if your average score drops below five I will send everyone back for seconds. I believe that you should take your seat now, it appears that everyone is getting restless." With that I stood and strolled to the open stool at the end of the bar, most eyes in the house were on me. As I walked towards the stool the music stopped drawing even more attention to me. Sliding up into a barstool was never so difficult. I found myself trying to act feminine as I slid into position focusing on keeping my legs closed and crossed so as not to expose myself. Seated high in a barstool I was presenting quite a sight when the music roared back to life with Rod Stewart's "Do You Think I'm Sexy". I was immediately besieged by three men and escorted by one onto the dance floor. He was interrupted by another as he handed me a card bearing his name. This pattern continued for what seemed like hours but in reality was probably 15 to 20 minutes. After the last dance I returned to my stool only to be swept away by Olga dragging me down a hall and into a small office. A pillow was already in place on the floor, awaiting my arrival. I was pushed down onto it. "Have you marked your cards?" What I thought, I hadn't had time to think. "Well you seemed to like them all so I guess it really doesn't matter." I looked up to see a hard cock sheathed in a condom being stuck into my mouth. During a little over the next three hours I sucked on twenty-three cocks. When Jerri finally put an end to it I felt like dying. Olga then led me to the bathroom to clean up and freshen my makeup. After cleansing she handcuffed me, placed the O-ring gag back into my mouth and added a collar and chain leash. Then I was led out into the bar where I was given a loud round of applause, again seated at the end stool and chained to the bar railing. Of course Jerri was there to provide me with my next fate. "Since the owner of this establishment was so nice to arrange for its use in tonight's activities we have agreed to allow him his way with you for the remainder of the evening. You need to look at this as another potential opportunity my dear. You see, he deals in the flesh trade and this will be somewhat of a potential job interview. If in spite of all the training we are providing, should you still fail our audition, we will have no future use for you. I will then dispose of you in this manner. My only desire will be for you to just disappear and possibly to recoup my meager investment. We will see you in the morning. Now have fun and remember to put your training to good use, your performance tonight may have a tremendous bearing on your future." With that they turned and walked towards the door. As it was closing time the bar was emptying out rapidly. Many of my dance partners commented positively on their way out with a number stuffing business cards in my purse. Suddenly the place was completely empty, the lights were turned off and it was ghostly quiet. The bartender left locking the door on his way out not saying a word. The solitude provided me the first opportunity to concentrate on the predicament that I found myself in and try to determine a course of action to stop this madness. With my mind racing for solutions and my heart jumping from fear I failed to hear the approaching stranger. "Good evening my dear." I jumped up in my stool. "Relax, I am not going to harm you, in fact I will try to make this fun and enjoyable for you. As payment for the use of my facilities tonight, Jerri has lent you out for my pleasure. In addition, if for whatever reason, you are not retained by her I have the first option for your purchase. Therefore I need to determine your worth, either for myself or as an investment. I'm sure you will be a good girl and we will have no need for these," as he removed the gag and cuffs. He reached across the bar to a switch and the jukebox came to life. The music was soft and slow as he led me out onto the dance floor. I felt extremely awkward as he pulled me close guiding my arms up and around his neck. Meanwhile his hands slid to my buttocks as he fondled me, pulling me tight. He was a large and muscular man, standing at least 8" taller than myself at what I guessed to be 6'-1" in these ridiculous heels. Stepping back he reached out and unbutton my dress leaving it fall to the floor. His massive hand engulfing mine, he directed it to his crotch. Sliding my hand against his groin I felt his manhood grow and I was pressed down onto my knees. Whether it was fear or acceptance I found myself stimulated to perform as I undressed him. His cock was huge, at least compared to myself and the others that had paraded before me. Suddenly after a few minutes and without warning he pulled to my feet. Without a word I was led to a door and down a flight of stairs to a basement. When he stopped I immediately fell to my knees continuing my performance. "You really like this don't you," he chided. Lifting me to my feet again he placed me face down in a medieval style stock, locking my head and hands. He walked behind me grabbing my hips with his hands he brought his cock up against my ass, "this area is off limits for this evenings entertainment but if you are a good little girl and come back to visit I will treat you to a good fucking." Returning to my front I was eager to get on with my performance before he had a change of heart. He sensed this fear and teased me with his cock, rubbing it in my face, sliding it into my mouth and then pulling away again. My mindset was to attack this with full gusto, bring him to satisfaction so as to end this. He was in no hurry and was trapping me into his game. He would slide his cock into my mouth, working in and out and I remained there helpless. As I felt him harden and sensed his enjoyment he would pull away, leaving me deflated. I knew that this was not accomplishing anything to bring about an end to this ordeal. I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye, turning my head the best that I could I saw a camera. "Yes Dy the whole evening has been filmed, and you are making a wonderful video." I hated to imagine who might see this film and if I would be recognizable. Then suddenly I realized how eager I had to look from this encounter. Not a forced act but a willing participant. This game of give and take away continued for sometime. Finally he stopped and opened the stocks allowing me to stand upright for the first time in probably over an hour. My back was killing me from this bent over position, intensified by the stiletto heels that I was unaccustomed to wearing. Next a leather headband was placed around my head and tightened in back where it had a D ring attached. I was led to a small padded bench about 12" wide and 48" long. There I was placed face down with my chin resting in a U shaped cutout. Three straps, one just above the knees, one in the small of my back and the last one over the back of my neck were tightened down holding me securely in place. My hands were then cuffed together and my feet bound with rope. The rope was led up to my hands pulling my legs up towards my hands. Then it continued up to the D ring on the headband, through it and back to the cuffed hands forcing my head back. I was hog-tied and completely immobile. The end of the bench where my legs rested, was raised and locked into a position about 30 degrees to horizontal. I recognized that I had been strapped to a modified exercise bench. The bench was a sliding platform controlled by handles attached to pulleys. The operator would sit on the moving platform and exercise by lifting his own body weight through these pulleys. He then opened my mouth and taking an aerosol can sprayed a foul tasting liquid into my mouth. "You will thank me later for this, it will numb the throat and relax your muscles." My captor then slid into position below me facing the opposite direction. The lock holding the bench in place was released and I slid headfirst towards his awaiting, hardening cock. The only thing controlling this decent was the tension applied through these pulleys. He adjusted his position to accommodate my downward slide easing me onto his erect shaft, then pulling me upward to a point where his cock barely remained in my mouth. He held me in this position as he placed a lock on the slide mechanism to prevent movement beyond this point. I was impaled upon his cock, unable to move and at his total mercy. Slowly to start, he worked the pulleys as I slid helplessly up and down upon his shaft. His pace quickened and his manhood swelled filling my mouth. Farther and farther he penetrated my throat. I found myself thankful for the spray as there was little feeling in my throat. But I could tell by the distance I was going down upon his shaft that he was penetrating deep into my throat. His pace steadily quickened. Faster and faster I was stroked up and down upon his cock. Finally I sensed a change, his pace slowed and I notice a softening of his penis. Then the taste of his cum overwhelmed me. I believe that the bulk it went directly into my stomach but the angle at which I was strapped caused some to drain into my nose and mouth. With his huge cock still thrust into my mouth I was unable to swallow. I fought for breath as he continued a slow steady cadence on the pulleys. Then he started to become erect again and his pace increased. This pattern continued late into the night. Finally he succumbed to exhaustion, I was not sure if it was caused by physically exerting himself on the pulleys, from his continuous ejaculation, or a combination of both. I was slowly lowered onto his now soft cock and he immediately fell off to sleep. Quickly I followed, sleeping deeply with his cock filling my mouth. I awoke to find myself still impaled upon his cock, hearing him stir I was certain that my ordeal would start anew. Rather, to my surprise, the bench was lifted and locked in its upright position and I was removed, led upstairs and given instructions to clean up in the bathroom and dress. Looking in my purse I noticed that Jerri had the forethought to include a tooth brush, toothpaste and hair removal cream for my beard. There was light filtering through the shades and I realized that it was morning. "Jerri has sent a driver to retrieve you, they are to arrive in 15 minutes, so you better hurry." As I was finishing my makeup a horn sounded, "here is your ride, you better not keep them waiting." Leading me to the door a smile crossed his face, "you have a real future with me if this thing with Jerri doesn't work out, I'll increase my offer to her. I hope to see you again." I rushed to the awaiting auto and climbed into the back seat. We left immediately without a word being spoken. I noticed the clock on the dash, it was 9:30 AM, Sunday morning. We pulled into a shopping mall stopping in front of the main entrance. This was very strange to me as the mall would not open for another 2 1/2 hours but afraid to question what was happening I sat there in silence. "That will be $15.00 for the ride." "What?" came my startled reply, "what am I suppose to do here, aren't you to take me to Steve and Jerri's home." "These were my instructions," he replied. Fumbling through my purse I could not find a dime. "I do not have any money," I pleaded. "Jerri warned me of that, but she also said that you would be more than happy to provide other means of payment and that you would know exactly what she meant. She also said that I was to inform you that if you did not like the terms that I was to put out of the car and call her immediately." With that he reached over and opened the passenger door. Getting the hint I climbed into the front seat. Starting my payment I recognized the driver as William from the day before. Fortunately the mall was not busy as I buried my head into his lap, parked in front of the main mall entrance in broad daylight. Finishing I was told to clean up my makeup and handed an envelope with further instructions. Dear Dyanne, You are a much better student than I ever remembered. Had you applied yourself so diligently to your college studies and business ventures you would not be in this situation. Possibly this subject matter at hand is more to your liking. William has been instructed to wait for you while you shop. Entering the mall you will find a dress shop immediately on your right. I have made arrangements with the proprietor, Charlene, to see to your shopping needs. Unfortunately they have no male clerks so you will have to go without your normal payment methods. Try not to keep William waiting." Entering the store Charlene came over immediately to greet me. "You must be Dyanne, I have been expecting you. Jerri tells me this is your big night and you want to pick out a special gown for the occasion. She has selected some that she finds suitable but wants to leave the final decision to you." Looking through the various evening gowns I was thankful the store was not open to the public. All the gowns were similar with only various minor differences and I quickly settled on a beaded red short sleeved gown with a slit down the front. Hoping to just pick out the dress and leave before the mall filled with patrons, I was ordered to try on the gown for a proper fitting. "Jerri has an account here and tell her we will deliver the gown this afternoon. Thank you so very much Dyanne and I hope to see you again," she chuckled. After being fitted for the dress I managed to hurry from the store as employees and customers started filling the mall. Hustling into the backseat of the car again I was handed another note. My Dear Dyanne, I do hope you are enjoying yourself. Tell William to drive you back to my house. Since he was so nice to wait for you I think he deserves a big tip. I think you know what I mean so go ahead and get up front and be sure to tell him to 'take the long route and drive extra slow'. Be convincing, you know I will here from him. Climbing into the front seat I did as instructed, so did William as the trip took forever. Finally arriving back at Jerri's I was met and hustled out of the car and into the house by Olga. There a scented bath awaited me and I was put into bed. It was unimaginable to believe that it had been less than 14 hours since we left for the club and less than 40 hours since my arrival here. All that I had been through I was both physically and emotionally drained and even though I was fearful of what plans Jerri had in store for me I fell immediately off to sleep. Waking to the sound of Jerri's voice brought me back to my dilemma, "its time to get up dear, you need to get dressed and ready for your big night." After the needed rest I was more aggressive and ready to defend myself again. "I don't know what you have planned now, but surely you do not think that you can get away with this," I demanded, "you can't kidnap me and force me into these sex acts. Wait until Steve gets here and puts an end to this bullshit." She looked disgustedly at me shaking her head. "Oh Dyanne I will get away with it, in fact I already have. I will explain later, right now you need to get bathed and dressed for this evening's entertainment. Olga will see to your needs." With that she turned and walked out of the room. Olga saw to my bath and make up. Then my new evening gown that I had shopped for earlier that morning was brought in. The alterations were complete and it fit like a glove, the slit in the right leg extending high up the thigh giving a sexy view up my leg. We then went into the breakfast area where I was fed for the first time since Saturday's breakfast. As I was completing my meal Jerri entered the room. "I told you that I would explain everything to you when the time is right and that time has arrived. The first part of my plan is already done and in place, there is no going back. You no longer exist. Last night while you were having fun interviewing for future job opportunities at the club, Olga and I were very busy. We drove your car to your apartment, entered carefully making certain not to be seen." Using your computer we e-mailed pre-written letters from discs we took with us. The first was a letter of resignation sent to your employer, an apology was included for not giving proper notice. A very vague reason was provided. Instructions were given to direct deposit your last check to your checking account and the account numbers were included. Next letters were sent to all the utilities and other creditors with instructions to disconnect services ASAP and send invoices to the bank for payment. A letter was sent to the bank authorizing them to make payments to these creditors and estimated amounts were established to lend credibility. The letter went on to say that instructions for distribution of the remaining balance would be sent at a later time. This would stop any suspicion." Finally a letter was printed out explaining your sudden disappearance to the property manager and gave permission to use your down payment and security deposit towards the breach of the lease contract. It stated that keys would be left on the counter and any remaining furniture and items could be disposed of as they saw fit. This was then inserted into an envelope and left in the drop box at the office on our way out of the complex." Most of your clothing, personal items, your computer and printer were loaded into your car and we left. The computer was purged of all records and it was left with your clothing at a goodwill drop box. All your personal items were tossed into a dumpster behind the meat packing plant and it was hauled off to the city dump at 4:00 AM, by now it is under tons of garbage. Finally we returned to the club dropping off your car to the bar tender who had made arrangements to have it stripped and the parts shipped out by noon today. I would guess that the parts are scattered about the country by now. Since they were getting the auto for free they were very cooperative in meeting our time schedule." While we were there we had to peek in to see how you were doing, and it was obvious that you were taking a real liking to large cocks. In fact the video portrays your lust even more so. Its perfect Dyanne, you have no close relatives and the few distant ones you have do not keep in touch with you. The few friends you have will never miss you, I doubt that anyone even checks on your whereabouts. You will just stop showing up at the various bars and the rumors will follow that you moved away suddenly for some unknown reason. Probably financial problems will be the best guess." Even your employer will not care. You are an aging middle manager with no potential for advancement, a salary too high for justification and marginal performance. Your age made it very difficult for them to terminate you so you were in reality a giant liability. Chances are good that your past employer was thrilled by the news and your replacement is already in place." See you were the perfect victim. As for my motives. In spite of my college reputation, I never really enjoyed sex. I used it as a means to an end. I was quite aware of the gossip and rumors surrounding my various relationships but in reality I had very few actual sexual encounters. My denials only intensified the rumors and stories making it appear that I was covering something up." Steve was very understanding and I was able to put forth a front during the early years of our marriage, especially with the amount of traveling he was doing. Over the years he has reduced the amount of travel and I have been less willing to perform, sexually straining our marriage to the point of breaking." We have discussed the possibility of a divorce. Neither one of us wants a divorce for individual selfish reasons. His family, as you know, is very old fashioned and would not accept or tolerate a divorce. This would create untold strain on the family business. Secondly Steve has plans for a political future, a divorce at this time would ruin any chance he would have. As for my own selfish views, I believe you know what they are. My entire life's pursuit has been to achieve the social and financial status that Steve has allowed me to attain. I have no desire to give this up without a fight." I decided what we needed was a sexual surrogate for myself. The ideal person would be someone that would be able to perform sexually for him as he required, without any strings attached. No commitments from him, no emotional attachment or risk. Another woman would have that risk, you on the other hand only provide a sexual stimulation without any emotional risk." From our wedding night he has begged for oral sex from me and I have always refused. I have never been able to bring myself to that disgusting act. It has been difficult enough to act interested while having simple intercourse, I don't know how any woman can enjoy having a man's penis thrust inside her mouth. You were carefully selected and trained for this purpose." That brings us up to the present. The decision will be completely up to your good old friend Steve. He is returning from a business trip and is due any minute. We will have dinner as usual and then I will tell him that I have a special surprise for him, one that he has waited for since our wedding night. Then teasingly I will blindfold him, cuff his hands behind his back and lead him into the room where you are waiting. He will be led before you where you will give a life saving type of performance, since that is exactly what it will be for you. Do not even think of screaming or yelling any type warning or plea. Before you finish the first grunt Olga will have you silenced and you will be sold off before the hour is up. With the blindfold on Steve will not even know what went on." After completing your award wining performance Steve's blindfold will be removed and he can be formally introduced to his new sex slave. Just to add some flavor to the evening your video from last night will be playing on the TV monitor, that should help show him how enjoyable you have found this lifestyle. It is then decision time, what do you think he will do? If he goes to the police it gets very ugly and scandalous, the tabloids, newspapers and television coverage would be quite juicy. You will have a hard time explaining the video as you do not look to be the innocent victim, but rather the willing respondent. I doubt if you could ever reassemble your life. Steve's business and political career would be ruined. My social status would be vastly compromised. Here all three of us lose." He could decide to sacrifice you, letting you be sold off to sexual slavery saying nothing of the incident to protect his career. We would continue on with our false marriage again protecting his career interests. Here you are the real loser. Or he can accept the situation and take advantage of it. He maintains and protects his future careers both in the business and political fronts while gaining regular sexual services of which he has never had. You are saved from being auctioned off to a brothel used up and probably contacting aids. And I am able to keep the lifestyle I have become so accustomed. It appears to be a win, win, win situation. What do you think? Steve being the smart business executive, what do think he will decide?" She laughed as she turned away. "Oh, I think we have the guest of honor returning." The TV set behind me came to life and I recognized the moaning sounds coming from the speakers. Olga led me to a pillow placed on the floor and I was placed in an all too familiar position as Jerri led Steve into the room. He stopped directly in front of me and Jerri teasingly and lustfully said, "I hope you really enjoy this". Bending over she whispers in my ear "he hasn't cum in over 6 weeks so be prepared for an early eruption but don't stop until you get him off at least twice more, I really want him to enjoy this." She was right as he came almost immediately. I worked hard, using my tongue and lips slowly I brought his cock back to life. It was obvious he was enjoying this immensely. As he climaxed for the third time Jerri leaned over the top of me giving him a big kiss. Suddenly recognizing that her lips were placed on his he realized that his cock was being service by another pair of lips and he squirmed to free himself. "What the hell," he started. Jerri interrupted before he could finish, "I told you that there was a big surprise for you. Let me introduce you to Dyanne," as she removed his blindfold. Steve collapsed into the sofa as Jerri explained the situation and circumstances. The look in Steve's eyes showed immediately what decision he was going to make, he really had no other choice. "Oh Steve," gushed Jerri, "we almost forgot. Since tomorrow is your birthday Dyanne wants to give you your birthday present early, don't you dear." Stunned I suddenly remembered it was Steve's birthday. "Yes of course," I stuttered. Turning I watched as Olga rolls out the exercise contraption I was strapped into the previous night. "Bring Steve over and lets show him how this thing works Dyanne." Steve was strapped into the receiving bench and locked in place. I was placed on the moving platform, tied in place and raised into position. Jerri then explained the operational aspects lowering me into position. As she continued her dialogue she inserted the stops and started my up and down odyssey upon his enlarging cock. Uniting his hands, "Steve you always exercise every night, what better way, you can kill two birds with one stone." I could feel the rhythm increase as she handed the controls over to him and his breathing intensified. Both of us locked in place it was obviously going to be another long night, one I think Steve was really going to savor. "Now you two have fun tonight," Jerri laughed as she left the room. "Olga and I are going out for awhile."