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.  

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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.

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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.