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From: "terri madison" <terri_madison@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Second Place   Chapter 9
Date: Mon,  4 Feb 2002 19:10:05 -0500
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Terri drove slowly, scanning the addresses on the houses she was
passing.  It was beginning to get dark, and time was precious.

Enough was enough, the blonde had decided today.  Danielle had
turned her into a call girl, made her get breast implants, forced
her into lesbianism, fucked her husband, stole and pawned her
wedding band, had her gang raped by all the men at the office,
and had overall completely humiliated Terri hundreds of times
over.

It needed to end now.  Terri knew she couldn't take much more of
Danielle's torment.  She also had no idea how to put an end to
the cycle of abuse.  Since her tormentor had carefully documented
all of Terri's illicit, immoral and illegal activities, the woman
found herself at a distinct disadvantage.  She would need help.

Help, she hoped, would come in the form of Nicole Myers, a woman
who had grown up with Terri.  Like both Terri and Danielle, she
had been extremely intelligent. And she was one of the few people
whom Terri had grown up with whom she hadn't alienated with her
stuck-up, nose-in-the-air attitude.  (Nicole had actually
graduated high school in three years, and so was gone by Terri's
senior year, when her head had inflated to roughly the size of a
watermelon.)  After that, Nicole had gone off to college.  To
study law, if Terri remembered correctly. And she hoped she did.

She had arrived.  Parking the car, Terri walked up to the door
and knocked.

Nicole was a small, rather mousy looking woman.  At 5'2, the
dishwater blonde was scarcely 100 pounds.  A rather beautiful
pair of hazel eyes, hidden behind her glasses, were the highlight
to an otherwise unimpressive body.  Nor had any men ever been
impressed--Nicole had never even been on a date, and lived alone.
She worked as a paralegal and was working toward her law degree,
a goal which should be attainable within the year.

Now, sitting in Nicole's living room, Terri felt very
conspicuous, her 36-triple D breasts nearly falling out of the
cocktail dress which Danielle had made her wear today.  Nicole
was only a 32-A and thus had no need for a bra.  (In her crueler
days, Terri would have probably teased Nicole about her "mosquito
bites".)

Nicole, carefully eyeing Terri's sleazy manner of dress, spoke
first.  "So, Terri, what brings you out this way?"

Terri nervously adjusted the hemline of her dress.  Then she
began.  "Nicole..... do you remember a girl who went to school
with us....named Danielle?"

And so Terri told her story.

------------------

Nicole was horrified.  Being forced to give oneself to be passed
around a group of men, like a party favor, for them to put their
things in any and every opening? Very bad, but not nearly as
unthinkable as being made to lick another woman DOWN
THERE.....the very thought made Nicole want to throw up.

But the analytical part of Nicole's mind kicked in.  Was it
possible that Terri wasn't telling the truth?  During high
school, Nicole had observed the buxom blonde doing some pretty
cruel things to a lot of people.  The young paralegal had to
admit to herself that the possibility existed.  Hell, working in
a law office, she heard people lie through their teeth every
single day.

So, when Terri finished, the first question Nicole asked was "Can
you prove your story?"  Having never had a real friend, people
skills were not Nicole's strong point.

Terri was outraged.  "What....do you think I'd make up something
like that??? Do you think I just dress like this for the hell of
it?  DO YOU WANT TO GET IN MY CAR, AND WE CAN DRIVE TO CARRIE'S
HOUSE, SO YOU CAN SEE MY HUSBAND'S CAR PARKED OUTSIDE IT????"

Undaunted, Nicole warned, "You can not sit in my house and scream
at me like this, or you will have to leave."

Lowering her voice, but just as angry, Terri continued. 
"Or....here.  You know I am blonde.  How do you explain this?" 
Lifting her dress, Terri showed the other woman her dyed
jet-black pubic hair.

Nicole looked away, embarrassed and disgusted.  "Terri, I am
going to have to ask you to excuse me.  I have some things to do
for tomorrow.  I will think about what you have said."

Terri lost it.  "You'll THINK ABOUT IT????  Great!!!!  While
you're 'THINKING ABOUT IT', I'll be out there getting my asshole
gang fucked, while some other woman is off screwing my husband!!!
 Thanks a LOT!!!!!  It's no WONDER no man will go near you, with
that attitude!!!!"  Terri immediately winced and wished she could
pull the words back.

Her hostess rose.  "Terri, I would like for you to leave.  I can
see you haven't changed a bit."  Nicole opened the front door for
her guest.  Just then, Terri's pager went off.  She froze.

"Nicole.....I'm sorry....I didn't mean....that remark was
uncalled for..... ...I'm sorry...."  Nicole was still holding the
door open.  "Please, Nicole, please help me.  I realize I could
have been a lot nicer when I used to know you, and I shouldn't
have yelled at you now.  For God's sake PLEASE.  That page I just
got?  It's from Danielle.  I have to call her back, so she can
tell me who to go fuck tonight" --Nicole looked embarrassed at
Terri's use of the word 'fuck'-- "and if I don't call back...." 
Terri trailed off.

Nicole paused.  "You have to call her back.....and she's going to
make you go and make love to someone....for money?"

Love had nothing to do with it....but Rome wasn't built in a day,
Terri thought with relief.  "Yes!" she said urgently.  "That's
what I've been trying to tell you!"

Nicole shut the door, and looked at Terri would growing
understanding.  And pity.

After calling Danielle and getting her instructions, Terri hung
up the phone. Nicole, listening in her den with her hand over the
mouthpiece of her phone, did likewise.  Then the two began to
formulate a plan.

Terri drove away from there feeling liberated, for the first time
in a long time. Nicole hadn't hugged her goodbye or tried to
comfort her or told her "everything is gonna be all right"--but
she had promised to discuss this with one of the attorneys she
worked for, first thing in the morning.  And Terri was not about
to fault the mousy young woman on her people skills.  After all,
homecoming queen Terri could have easily invited Nicole along on
a group outing, or arranged a date between Nicole and one of the
many young men she had rejected in high school on a daily basis.
But instead, she had only cared about Terri, Terri.....Terri.

What Nicole did tell Terri, was that what Danielle was doing was
blackmail, and was illegal.  The DA would likely recognize the
extenuating circumstances in the illegal acts Terri herself had
committed.  Terri WOULD have to answer to Steven, but she was
confident that she could eventually win his forgiveness, and win
him back.

Terri was so exhilirated that she zealously screwed the daylights
out of the three men who had paid Danielle for her services
tonight.  She scarcely winced as each one of them took turns in
her ass.  After they had finished and gotten dressed and ready to
leave the hotel room, the blonde stopped them, begging to be
allowed to suck their cocks once more.  She did so, and after
they left, she savored the aftertaste of their cum as if it were
champagne on New Years Eve.  All in all, she felt great not for
being a slut, but for doing something of her own accord.

------------------

The next morning, Terri nervously entered Danielle's office.  Her
soon to be ex-tormenter was already seated at her desk.

"Good morning Terri."

"Good morning, Danielle."  Danielle noted that her secretary
hadn't called her "ma'am", but kept quiet.

Settling into the chair across from Danielle, the blonde took a
breath, then began the speech she had rehearsed all night. 
"Danielle, I realize that you may have been very angry at me for
the things I did to you in the past.  But I don't think that
gives you the right to blackmail me."  Her boss' eyes immediately
grew alert at the mention of the word 'blackmail'.  Watch your
step, Terri chided herself. Then continued.

"I don't think it gives you the right to force me to have sex
with you.  I don't think it gives you the right to make me have
sex with other men for money." Danielle, surprisingly, seemed to
be listening intently.  And was she sweating and trembling a
little bit?  "Now, I am truly sorry for the way I treated you in
the past.  But I can't go on like this.  I want my life back. 
How about if we call it even?"  The hook.

Danielle now spoke.  "No.  You are my property, Terri.  If you
try to get away from me, or disobey me in any way" --the blonde
was inwardly patting herself on the back, Danielle was falling
for this trap so perfectly-- "all of the video tapes get sent to
your husband, and the confidential papers that you stole will go
to the police. Oh, and I'll have about ten keys of coke planted
in your car, then phone in an anonymous tip to the police."  She
stopped.  "Anything else you want me to say?"

"What do you mean?" Terri stopped, a little confused.

Danielle merely held out her hand in a "give it to me" gesture.

"What...."  Terri asked.

"The tape recorder, Terri."  Danielle said tiredly, as if she
were weary of these types of games.  "Open your purse and give it
to me."

Too late, Terri noticed the blue print dress lying rumpled on the
floor near the window, next to a pair of plain white cotton
panties.

Terri stared at the dress.  A rather plain dress.  One might even
say, a rather mousy dress.  The kind one would expect would be
worn by a rather plain, rather mousy 26 year old woman.

Then Danielle rolled her chair back, revealing a naked Nicole
kneeling in front of her, dutifully licking her in the same way
Terri licked her every morning. Terri saw that the other woman's
back and ass were covered with bruises and welts.  Dried deposits
of cum were also visible on her ass, thighs and her unshaven cunt
hair.

Danielle, her voice filled with triumph.  "Nicole, lover, say
hello to Terri."

Turning, the mousy young paralegal whispered
"H...h...hello.....Terri....."  She was still wearing her glasses
(but absolutely nothing else) and they were completely fogged up.
 It was still apparent that Nicole's eyes were red from a night
of crying.  Terri felt the anger welling up inside her.  Rising,
she took her purse, and the tape recorder concealed within.

Heading for the door, she hissed, "I'm going to the police, you
sick BITCH."   Then she turned for the door.....

....and walked right into Scott, accompanied by five of his
coworkers.  Scott's "team" which had gangbanged Terri at her
tit-warming party.

"What should we do with her?" Scott asked.

"Take her in the supply room and rape her."  Danielle responded
disinterestedly.

"Any chance we could get another crack at Miss Prep Queen there?"
Scott inquired hopefully, indicating Nicole.

"Maybe later.  She's being taught how to use her tongue at the
moment," Danielle explained.  Then, to Nicole, "I didn't tell you
to stop.  Keep eating me, you little bitch."

As Terri was led away, she begged.  For herself.....for Nicole.

Danielle wasn't listening at the moment.

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