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Reluctance



   By Ed Rider



   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 on a
bed, with cushions raising the upper body 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
the body 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, 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.  

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