0 comments/ 22548 views/ 2 favorites Phone Sex Operator's Mistake Ch. 01 By: Auryman "Donna Spencer?" She looked at the intercom and shook her head. Another interruption! Wiping her hands on the kitchen towel, she scanned her memory to see if she recognized the voice. It sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn't place it. She pressed the TALK button. "Who is it please?" "I have a FedEx delivery that you need to sign for," the voice answered in a bored tone. She looked at the clock. It was ten-thirty, about the right time. He might be legit. "Can't you just leave it for me? I'm a bit busy today and can't come down." "No, ma'am. It has to be signed for. It's certified." She shook her head. She wasn't expecting anything. "Who's it from?" She froze when she heard the name of the business her phone sex provider used as their front. What would they be sending her certified? Her payments and bookkeeping were all handled electronically. There'd never been any reason to transact business with them face-to-face after the initial signup and setup. "All right, but can you bring it up? I'm very busy," she asked. It was a mistake. ----- Donna felt something sticky in her hand. She opened her eyes but couldn't see anything. The room was black. Completely black. Not even the hint of the outline of a door or a window one typically saw in darkened rooms. She dropped whatever it was and raised her hands to her face. She wasn't blindfolded. The room was actually that dark. She was naked. That was obvious as soon as she moved her legs beneath herself to try and stand up. The floor was slightly cool, nothing like a concrete dungeon or the rough indoor-outdoor scrape of cheap hotel carpet. Where was she? She crawled on all fours until she found a wall, used her hands to steady herself as she stood up. She felt woozy, she was sure she'd been drugged, had that heavy hungover feeling that only came with barbiturates of some sort. Everything was sore. She took a head-to-toe inventory but it seemed nothing had escaped. Whatever had happened to her, nothing had been spared. Muscles sore, skin burning here and cool there. She expected her nipples, her cunt and ass to be sore ("surely whatever had happened to me was sexual") but even her toes, the knuckles of both hands, the roots of her hair ("my earlobs for goodness sake!") told tales of heavy use. "Hello?!" she yelled into the darkness. Immediately, a dozen huge 50-inch television screens sprung to life. Donna spun around and around as the images flooded her. They were videos of her! Her with men. In ones, twos and eights, standing, kneeling, laying, taking one, two, three at a time. Her with women, passionate and slow, rough and wild. Her bound in ropes and bound in chains, being spanked with open hand, caned, cropped, single-tailed, iced and wax-dripped. And on four different screens, different recordings of her naked on her own sofa, wearing her familiar phone-sex headset, fingering herself and glancing bored at the timer beside her. The single sound track was one of those calls. Donna recognized it instantly. One of her nastiest callers. She'd never liked him, his fantasies of robot girls and assembly of parts different each time alternately bored and disgusted her. Women as a collection of parts being assembled and reassembled for his pleasure. She felt woozy again, her legs couldn't support her weight and she slid to the floor. She looked from screen to screen. When had these been made? Hell, when had these HAPPENED? She didn't recognize any of the men and she'd never filmed herself doing phone work. Her mind couldn't focus long enough to think about it though and her eyelids weighed too much for her to do more than stare through ever-narrowing slits. One by one, the screens shut down until finally, there was only the single screen that went with the sound track. She watched herself roll her eyes as "George" continued jerking himself off while she attempted to play the good robot slut. When his weak "Ah, I'm cumming..." spilled out of the speakers, she heard herself say the required "shall I shut myself down now, George?" He answered "yes", she hung up and shook her head. "I guess it takes all kinds." The screen and sound stopped and the room went black again. Donna wasn't sure how much later it was, but she heard sounds coming from the wall across from her. The hum of some machinery then the turning of some bolts. A door slid quietly into a slot in the wall and she covered her eyes to shield them from the bright light in the hallway. There was a figure outlined in the door. As her eyes adjusted, she could make out that he was somewhere in his middle thirties, balding with a scraggly beard, and weighed nearly 300 pounds. He wore a well-tailored dark navy business suit and expensive leather shoes. His tie screamed "money" and she saw an assortment of gold rings and bracelets. "D-2100?" he asked into the darkness. Donna shook her head, raised her hands to cover her face and whispered, "what?" "D-2100. I have need of you." He stepped into the room and started unbuttoning his jacket. Donna started to stand up but there was a sound in the hallway. Three men rushed into the room. Two of them grabbed the fat man and escorted him back into the hallway while the third one blocked the door to keep Donna from trying to run out. When the fat man was gone, he bent over and picked up the expensive navy jacket from the floor, then stepped back and pressed a button on the outside wall. The door slid quickly back into place and the room went black again. Phone Sex Operator's Mistake Ch. 02 Donna lifted her head from her chest. She felt a bit woozy, shook her head to try and clear it. A glob of saliva ran down her chin, dropped onto her left breast. She was in a sitting position, felt the seat and back of a chair firm against her body, ropes securing her ankles, knees, wrists and shoulders. There was a ring gag in her mouth. She was not blindfolded. She moved again and the monitor screen in front of her sprung to life. It showed her and the fat man. Her torso and arms were wrapped in some kind of aluminum-colored gauze. Her head was enclosed in a skin-tight, metallic silver robot mask that left only her eyes exposed. Both legs were completely wrapped with the same silver-painted gauze. On the videotape, she was walking in small circles, responding to the fat man's voice commands. "Right, left, stop, go." Her gait was stiff, she couldn't bend her knees. "Stop. Lean over. Unzip my pants. Pull them off." On the screen, she obeyed. "Find my cock. Tug it with your hand. Make it stiff." Donna watched herself go through the motions as directed. This was the man who'd been in her room earlier...how long ago? Earlier today? Yesterday? What had happened? She watched as he continued his instructions. She stroked him gently, pinched his balls, massaged his thighs, ran her fingernails over his huge belly. "Turn around. Walk to the wall. Spread your legs. Wider." The fat man spit on his cock and approached her. When he pushed into her, she yelped but it was muffled by the mask. He pumped away, humped her for nearly fifteen minutes before finally making the sounds she recognized from his phone calls. He pulled himself out of her and the screen went dark. Donna searched inside her head for memories of the event. When had it happened? And more importantly, how could she forget? This was madness - she was certain she'd never been in a room alone with the man, but then he had been there earlier so she might be wrong. It was all too confusing - thinking was too difficult. She couldn't focus. When she tried to track down a thought, it always led to yet more visions from the video screens. She couldn't get those sexual images out of her mind. That was her but she hadn't done any of it. Or had she? She much have. Her body felt the exhaustion. Just as her eyes were adjusting to the blackness, the room exploded with bright white light. She squeezed her eyes tight but it made little difference. The light penetrated, jabbing at her brain like needles. "By now, you are probably starting to form ideas about where you are and what has happened to you, yes?" the voice was loud but not as invasive as the light. "Don't bother. Anything you guess will be wrong." Donna opened her eyes slightly, let them adjust to the room. The lights dimmed slightly and one of the screens lit up. She saw a face there, a face she didn't recognize. Who was this person? "There are so many ways to begin this conversation. We've tried them all over the years and in the long run none of it really matters. We owe you no real explanation. But it seems to make things easier. May I please just give you the short version and save us both some time?" Donna nodded. The lights went out again. The door slid open and two women came into the room. They untied her, removed the gag, and helped her stand up. The led her through the door and down the hallway. ---- Donna felt horribly naked. The room they'd led her into was a conference room, paneled in rich, dark wood with floor-to-ceiling windows along the outside wall. Through the windows she could see bushes and trees, but beyond that the street and the park across the way were clearly visible. Anyone walking along the sidewalk could turn and casually glance into the room. Instinctively, she tried to turn away from the window, but she was held firm. She counted fourteen people in the room, nine men and five women. They were dressed in formal business clothes and sitting in high-backed leather chairs, some sipping coffee, some tapping pencils. The women were all older women with their hair pulled back tightly from their faces. Two of them stared at their hands on the table in front of them, the other three stared at her with obvious disgust and disapproval. She looked down at her body and immediately knew why. Not only was she barefoot and naked in front of them, but she saw dried, crusty patches of something on both of her thighs, spread across her belly, and matted in her unshaved cunt hair. She was also brutally aware of the stripes across the fronts of her thighs, her belly, and the tops of both of her breasts. Marks from floggers, crops, and whatever else they'd used on her recently. She felt an extra stomach-wrenching flush as she identified a subtle, a very, very slight smell wafting up from the unwashed area between her legs. The humiliation was devastating. She cupped her hands in front of her sex and kept her eyes lowered to the floor. In front of each of the individuals at the table was a black leather folio with gold embossed printing near the bottom. She recognized the name of the phone-sex company she'd been working for, the words "Investment Proposal", and her screen name. She felt dizzy but took a breath and steadied herself. There was a motion and she noticed a man standing at the front of the room. He looked familiar and she placed him quickly. The man who'd done the initial phone sex interviews and helped her set up her anonymous bank accounts. He was raising a remote control device and pressing buttons with his thumb. The blinds slid closed and the lights in the room dimmed. A projector dropped from the ceiling and came to life slowly, the rectangle of light appearing on the screen in front of the room like the reverse end of a movie fade out. The opening slide hit her hard. It was the home page from her website. The one on which she advertised all of her promised delights: "no taboos", "years of real-world experience", "all the things you don't dare ask your wife - OR your mistress". Descriptions of the various pleasures she offered, the things she would do that the other girls on the site would not. Her satisfaction guaranteed or double your money back program. "Gentleman and ladies, I'll keep it short. We've done business before and I don't believe I need to convince you of the sincerity of my offer, or of the thoroughness of my erasure of Ms. Spencer from her own life." Donna looked at him, looked at the slide. "We have taken care of all of the prerequisites," he said, fingering the remote control. The next slide splashed on the screen. Her website faded to the background and he read through the bulleted list of items that overlaid it. "All of her bank accounts have been closed, a terribly unprofessional letter of resignation has been sent to her part-time employer, and DVDs of her recent sexual escapades have been delivered to all of her closest friends and relatives." There was a satisfied murmur from a few of the heads in the room. He clicked the button again and went to a full screen shot of her face, lips closing around the head of a thick, pale and purple-veined cock. "As usual, we have an excellent product to offer. No husband or children, no terribly close friends, no strong connections to any professional or social organizations. And, in the other column, a mind so suggestible that there has been nothing we could find during her apprenticeship that prompted any significant resistance." The room was quiet as he flashed through a set of photos of her performing a series of vile sexual acts. Two of the women and one of the men turned their heads to look her up and down, then returned their attention to the screen. One of the women scribbled a note on a piece of paper. Donna shook her head, trying to clear out the fuzz and comprehend what he was saying. Her entire life had been destroyed? He didn't think that someone would call the police? Or at least file a Missing Persons report? "The goodbye notes have been crafted over the last three decades and have a 100% effectivity rate. Especially in cases of social isolation such as Donna's." One of the men who had been sitting quietly near the back of the room stood up and tapped his glasses against the table. "Mr. M. Tell us about the legal trouble." M shuffled a bit, pressed his hands together, then met the man's stare directly. "We are facing a possible legal action with which we cannot afford to be entangled." "Yes, go on." "She accepted calls from a...from an unnamed Middle Eastern country. One of her clients was on a business trip and convinced her to violate our very, very clear rules about that kind of thing. The calls were recorded and traced and we are in negotiations at this time to avoid a costly legal action." Donna shifted her weight and tried to look at the man in the suit, but was afraid to turn her head. "And why is this such a major problem for you?" M pressed his hands to his lips and exhaled hard. "The legal costs of fighting this could be enormous." The man was silent for a full minute. "That can't be all. You could have asked us for money." M hesitated. "Plus...they want us to hand her over for punishment under their law." Donna trembled. It was just a telephone call. How could it have led to something this insane? "And the man who made the call?" "Already dead," M answered quietly. Donna felt like she'd been punched. Larry hadn't called her since their encounter, but she hadn't given it a second thought. He was a sporadic caller, she wouldn't hear from him for months, then he'd call five times in a week, two hours at a crack. A rare but expensive treat. She hadn't expected to hear from him for months. "We've reviewed your terms for her, they are attractive. She seems able to provide a steady income stream for us in a variety of ways, especially in our marginal clients. And she does come with her own customer base as well, always an attractive selling point." "What the hell are you talking about?" Donna yelled. Her head had cleared enough for her to understand something of what was going on. "Are you seriously talking about selling me?! Are you insane??!" She started to leap toward the man in the suit but the two women who had brought her into the room grabbed her by the arms and held her steady. The man nodded and they walked her back down the hall to her cell. Phone Sex Operator's Mistake Ch. 03 Donna picked the magazine up off the floor and thumbed through it without looking. It crackled as she turned the first few curled and frayed pages. Something sticky dried there? Or just waterlogged? It was more than two years old, the movie star couple on the cover had long since divorced and moved on to new relationships, the starlet who'd lost 30 pounds on a miracle diet had regained her weight, and the actor who'd resurrected his career had already vanished into obscurity again. None of it mattered. She dropped it to the floor and chuckled. They'd slid it under the door a few minutes ago. Was it supposed to be a present? Was it supposed to provide distraction? Entertainment? Take her mind off of her situation? Maybe it was just someone's bad joke. She thought back to the meeting earlier today. Everything was so formal and cold, so business-like. If they were serious, they had to be insane. You couldn't buy and sell human beings. It just wasn't done. But she recognized her words as bravado - nothing more. She read enough to know that slavery was still practiced in many parts of the world. Both legally and illegally. And the people at that meeting could have come from anywhere. Anywhere on the planet. And they could take her anywhere. Was what they were saying actually possible? Could they really have made her vanish so completely? The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. Yes, it was possible, completely possible. She'd done everything she could to hide her phone sex work from her friends, most of whom she'd kept at arm's length anyway. Even if they noticed her missing, it would probably never occur to them that anything terrible had happened. Most of them were Internet friends who would think she just got bored. The only other possible hope she could imagine was the bank. If someone at the bank noticed that the regular deposits had stopped, maybe they would become suspicious. Maybe they would wonder what had happened. Maybe they would try to contact her. Or her employer. No. Not her employer. She shivered as she realized that the only person they could contact to ask about her was the same man who was offering her for sale. She was completely alone. She hung her head and closed her eyes. The fact struck her hard. Would this turn out to be the price she paid for her cherished privacy? She tried thinking of some other possible escape, something in the meeting yesterday, something in M that she could appeal to, but everything dead-ended with the simple fact that she was in this alone. Donna laid down on the bed and tried to stop her racing mind. Her thoughts drifted to her last phone call with Larry. His last call ever. Her insides churned. She thought about how intensely they'd played, thought about the authorities listening in on the call. Had they listened? Or was it enough that he'd called? Had she caused his death? Was there a tape of their conversation somewhere? Was it circulating on the Internet? Among the people at that meeting? Everything swirled but she finally fell asleep. ----- There was a loud, grinding sound as the heavy metal door began to slide open. She lifted her head, rose slowly to her feet. The brights lights were on again and she smelled something sweet in the air. Refreshing the room for the next encounter? Three women came into the room. She thought she recognized one of the faces from the board room but couldn't be sure. They took positions, one to each side and one directly behind her. The room lights dimmed. Then, a panel in the wall in front of her slid open and a screen lit up. The screen showed the room, the three women, and Donna standing in the middle. They were dressed in the same light grey business suits Donna had seen in the board room earlier. She stood out in stark contrast, wearing a deep burgundy colored leotard that covered her neck to toe, the arms ending just above her wrists. In the movie, one of the women bent down and picked up the magazine. She rolled it up, tapped it lightly under Donna's chin and smiled. "Didn't like it?" Donna looked down at the floor. The magazine was gone. She heard a voice and looked back at the screen. The image had changed. She recognized the man whose face had been there earlier. "I said earlier that I'd explain some of this to you, do you remember?" Donna nodded. "That's good. Sometimes lately, you've found that you're getting confused and forgetting things, isn't that true?" He paused a few beats. "Like some of the movies you've been watching? When they were taken? Where? With whom?" Donna started as she felt a pair of lips kiss her lightly at the base of her neck. At the same instant, the women at her sides each raised an arm and held her gently, elbows at her side. "That must confuse you," the man said. The mouth moved from her neck down along her spine. She felt a warm hand touch inside of her right leg, just above the knee. "Yes," she whispered, then cleared her throat and repeated it. "Yes." The face on the monitor smiled. "A little distracting, isn't it?" A short laugh. "It's very difficult to get one's bearings when so much is going on. Sensory overload. And it's even worse when so much of it is a mystery. A lot of things are confusing you right now, aren't they?" The mouth had worked its way to the base of her spine. It was open now, a warm tongue making small, hot circles. The hand was moving upward slowly. Donna closed her eyes and focused on the feelings. Something seemed to be connecting them. A heat traveling from the hand to the tongue and back, warming the entire area in between. "Do you wonder why you are so much more easily aroused now? And why you do not remember the encounters we have been showing you on these monitors?" She opened her eyes. The monitor changed to another movie. This time, she was with the same three women, in the same room she was in now. The same room and the same clothing. But it was different, it wasn't in real time. Yes, the same two women were holding her, but the third was on her knees, the back of her head visible, face buried between Donna's thighs. She felt slightly dizzy again, her eyes focused tightly on her face in the video. She saw herself lost in ecstasy, they must have been at it a long time already. She was completely naked - covered with a shiny layer of sweat and grinding her body against the woman's face. "Look familiar?" the voice taunted. A loud moan escaped her lips and her knees went weak when she felt the tongue between her legs. She looked down and saw the woman kneeling there. Just as she was in the video. On her knees, working diligently. But how? And why was there no leotard on the Donna in the monitor? "And are you wondering why you do not remember things that have clearly been happening? Like the movie you're watching now? And why it's so difficult to focus?..." Donna tried to listen to the voice. It was about to answer her questions but she didn't really care. She felt her own hands drifting slowly toward the sides of the woman's head. The two women at her sides released their grip on her arms. "We use a very old, old herb. Have you heard of lactuca virosa or lactuca serriola? It not only has an aphrodisiac effect, but it also causes complete memory loss for short periods of time." The science lesson was completely lost on Donna who was now pressing the woman's head harder against her. She felt the lips and tongue pressing on her sex through the leotard. "You no doubt do not recall what happened after the delivery man entered your apartment..." It was coming through, but Donna's attention was completely focused on the woman's mouth. She felt the woman's hand slowly unzipping the crotch of the leotard. "...how he let you take the next several phone calls that day while he listened? You objected but he refused to leave, telling you that everything was all right and to go about your business..." She heard less and less of what he was saying. She opened her legs wider and felt the single finger the woman was now pushing gently into her. "You left voluntarily with him and we began the process of slowly shutting down your life..." Donna's knees trembled and she tried shutting him out of her head. She wanted to feel, not think. A second, then a third finger was inside her. The tongue was masterful, her entire body was on fire. "You have been here for six months." A long pause. The tongue and fingers continued to work on her body. Then: "Nobody is coming." Donna heard it somewhere deep in the back of her mind but didn't care. Not right now. She was close but the voice was distracting her. "You probably wonder where the videos come from, don't you? Watch," the voice said. Through the fog in her head, she saw the screen in front of her change. There was Donna with a strange man, gambling on the Rivera. Playing bass guitar onstage in a rock and roll band. Sinking a hoop shot from mid court. Then, her sitting in her cell earlier today, looking at the magazine. Her at home, taking phone sex calls. She was dizzy, none of it made sense. "We can do anything with these computers. We only needed a few photos of your face. Which we took from your website." Dimly, she realized that she'd been watching computer-generated footage. The screen flashed to a view of her and the three women, realtime, from a camera she could see in the corner of the room. "Some of the movies are real. Some are generated." There was a quick thrust of fingers inside her; she groaned. "And from now on, you will never know which is which." The tongue focused tighter on her bud. "You reality is totally in our control." The tongue was driving her crazy, the voice merely an annoyance now. "We will control everything you perceive and how you perceive it." She felt two mouths nibbling on her nipples through the leotard. "There is only a single reality you will be able to be certain of." She felt her nipples stiffen as the mouths sucked on them. "One single reality." She felt her nipples grow and stretch as the mouths bit and tugged them - one inch, two inches, five, ten. "The moment of orgasm." Donna jerked and rocked as the mouth took her over the edge into that single new reality. She collapsed to the floor, pulling the woman's head down with her. She tried to grind the mouth hard against her, but something felt wrong. She closed her fingers and panicked - her hands were empty. She opened her eyes and looked, she was alone in the room. Was she going mad? Were they driving her insane? Phone Sex Operator's Mistake Ch. 04 The soft sound of a light-jazz saxophone solo teased Donna awake. She rolled over and pressed the snooze button on the alarm clock, then curled back up and pulled the covers tight under her chin. The alarm clock was set ten minutes early, that meant two extra five-minute snoozes. They felt wonderful. At six o'clock, she pushed back the sheets and swung her legs slowly over the edge of the bed. The smell of coffee and a fresh omelet drifted through the room. She turned off the alarm clock, stood up and pulled on her slippers. The clock said it was the 12th. That meant she'd been in her new rooms nine days now. It seemed like less. As she walked from the bedroom to the dining room, she looked up and saw herself in the monitor. There were four monitors in every room, full color 40 inch monitors, each reflecting the view from one of the four corner cameras. Everywhere she looked, she was confronted with herself - wearing the silly, see-through baby-doll lingerie she always found laid out on the bed at the end of the previous day. She headed into the bathroom to relieve herself, brush her teeth, and splash some water on her face, keeping her head down to avoid seeing herself performing her morning ritual. The only place she'd found so far that didn't have a monitor was the back wall, the one inside the shower. But the bathroom itself had a total of six cameras. Compensation? she wondered. There was a newspaper on the table next to her breakfast but it was in Chinese (yesterday's had been Spanish) and two years old. She sat down and took a sip of the coffee. She opened the newspaper and looked at the pictures. A minor distraction at least. Everything was so artificially normal, so perfectly warped. She tried to remain calm, treat it like a normal day. She'd tried that every day. It never worked. After a few forkfuls of the omelet, she pushed it aside and picked up the coffee mug. "Welcome to Texas" it said. She smiled, she knew she was in San Francisco. Or maybe not. What could she be sure of? She walked back into the bathroom, sat the mug on the cabinet and stripped for a long, hot shower. The water felt incredible, the mirrors and monitors in the room were steamed white by the time she finished. As she soaped and shampooed her hair, the phrase ran through her mind: your one reality. Feeling the hot water running over her shoulders, down her back, along her legs, she smiled. I beg to differ. This reality is undeniably delicious. Donna dropped the towels to the floor - she had been told not to take them from the room - picked up her coffee, and returned to the bedroom. The clock said it was eight o'clock, nearly time for her first visitors. What would it be today? Would they let her remember it? Or would she come back to consciousness tonight, asleep in bed, wondering what they had been doing to her all day. She slid open the closet door and selected one of her uniforms. She'd learned the first day that the dresser drawers were all empty and that the outfits on each hanger were identical. Except for the color: black, white, red, or the same burgundy as the leotard they still sometimes had her wear. The uniform was simple: a pair of white, high-waisted cotton underpants, a bra and elastic-top stockings the same color as the uniform, and a knee-length, cotton pullover dress. On the dresser was a tray that held a half-dozen narrow gold bracelets for each wrist, a gold chain necklace, and a variety of earrings. Another tiny bit of freedom she was allowed - like setting the alarm clock a little early. The shoes were always black high-heels. Donna dressed, sprayed herself with the sweet smelling cologne they provided, then took up her standard position, standing just inside the front door with her back to it. --- "You know, I never much cared for Celia's new hair, I just didn't want to let her down. She was so excited about it." The bleached-blond woman blew and popped a huge pink bubble. "I know, I had to do the same thing when she had her lips done. It made her look like a fish, but I...oh, do pay a little more attention to her nipples, dear...I didn't have the heart to tell her." Donna heard the two women's voices from a distance but growing closer. She turned her head slightly to look at them but immediately felt a sharp pull at her hair. A third woman's voice commanded "now, you know better than that, don't you? Focus!" The mouth that had been lightly kissing her left breast now focused directly on her nipple. There was a small click and the vibrator between her legs hummed at a higher pitch. "Look, Even if there IS another shipment of parts from Fremont, it will never get here in time," she heard a man's voice say from a different part of the room. She looked up and saw that there were several small groups of people all around her, all nonchalantly going about their business. She was naked on her back on a cushion of some kind but nobody seemed to notice. Or they didn't think it was unusual. It was a surreal scene, even the walls and furnishings of different parts of the room looked different. She leaned forward and the mouths drew away from her body, the vibrator fell to the floor. The women who had been holding them were no longer there. She leaned over the edge of the cushion and saw one of them, squatting on the floor out of sight. The woman raised her finger to her lips and whispered "shhh...", then closed her eyes and froze in place. The rest of the room dropped into silence at the same time. Donna looked around and saw that nobody was moving. Some were in mid-stride, others standing with coffee cups at their mouths or cell phones raised to their ears. She climbed off the cushion and approached one of the men standing with a pencil in his mouth and a pad of paper in his left hand. She slowly raised her hand, inching it toward his face. As she got closer, she thought she heard something behind her and turned around. Nothing. Her finger shook slightly as it reached forward and finally touched his cheek. Soft music flooded the room. It was a waltz, all strings and poetry. The man dropped the paper and pad and took her into his arms, dancing her gently and romantically around the room. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, then came back a second time and kissed her lips. He pulled back and swayed with her for several more minutes, expertly walking her through a standard waltz, though he would occasionally speed up into a Viennese. She relaxed into his arms, feeling the strong hand on her waist, admiring the firm body that was holding her close. The music faded and he brought his right arm in, took her arms behind her back, then leaned in for a kiss. She opened her mouth and felt a hand between her legs. A gentle brush against the inside of her left thigh. Two other hands were holding her wrists then and her partner's hands returned to her waist. He slid them around front and cupped her breasts while they continued kissing. The hand between her legs became an open mouth and the tongue started driving her mad again. The voices around the room started talking again, but the conversations were new, the voices different. Frightened, Donna kept her eyes closed. Everything had changed again and for no apparent reason. She continued kissing him but focused on the rising heat between her legs. The voice had been right all those days ago - there was only one reality she could unwaveringly count on. That single moment when it all coalesced into the release. Dimly, she realized something that had bothered her on and off during the last several weeks. Or days? Or months? If they were using the drug to increase her desire and at the same time to wipe out her memory, why these moments of lucidity? Why was she aware right now of what she was doing, when so many other times, there was no memory of it at all? It must mean something, but she had no idea what. The background noise grew louder and louder, the words and movements less distinct until it was a single blur of noise in her head. At the same time, the sensations in her body focused more and more tightly - her tongue, her nipples, her clit. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to it, abandoning herself again for the minutes or hours or days it took her to finally cum. --- Donna was naked when she returned to her room, looking forward to a hot shower, a warm bed, and a good night's sleep. When she turned the door handle, she noticed that it opened outward, not inward. Odd. She'd remembered it opening into the room. No matter. She pulled the door open and stepped through, backing into the room and pulling the door closed behind her. When she turned around, she froze. Everything was different. There was no sofa or end table, no plush carpet, no doorways into the kitchen and hallway. It was a run-down studio apartment with a fold-out cot and broken down, third hand furniture. Donna rubbed her eyes hard, dropped to her knees and shook her head. Nothing was reliable, everything had shifted again. She looked at the wall, there was a clock that read 7:30. A small stack of hot-cakes was on the table near the closed, curtained window, and a cup of hot coffee. "No, no, no..." she mumbled. When they'd finished with her last night, some of them had turned on the television and were watching the Late Show. She wasn't interested and one of the women walked her down the hall to her room. It couldn't have taken more than two or three minutes. Had she passed out? Fallen asleep in the hall? Was it the herb again? That caused time loss, right? But then, why did she remember the rest of the night so vividly? A hard knock at the door startled her and she turned around. The door had swung open into the room and two very tall women stepped inside. The women were dressed head to toe in black latex, only their eyeballs and lips were visible. They closed the door behind them. "It's time," one of them said. She turned her head and saw that the clock read 8:00. "That's wrong, that can't be. I just got back..." she protested to the women at the door. They remained motionless, standing at attention, arms at their sides, feet together. Donna approached them, touched the closest one on the shoulder. "Can't you tell me what is going on here?" The woman stood, still as a statue, Donna couldn't even tell if she was breathing. "Listen, I don't mean the whole thing, just tell me the truth...what time is it? How long was I asleep out there in the hall?" Silence. "Just that little bit, that's all I need right now..." She was scraping her hands down the woman's arm now. "What do you want? Please, please, just tell me what time it is, really?" She dropped to her knees, pushed her face into the woman's belly and wrapped her arms around her back. "What if I do this for you? Then will you tell me?" She nuzzled hard between the woman's legs, pushing her nose against the spot the woman's clit should be. The latex-clad guardian made no response at all. Donna heard a humming noise behind her and turned her head. There was a large wand style electric vibrator on the floor, just a few feet from where she was kneeling. "Your single reality," a voice taunted. Or was the voice in her head? She snatched it quickly from the floor and pushed it between her legs, flipping the switch to turn the power to high. She came in seconds, then turned the motor to a lower setting and lay flat on her back. Moaning softly, she worked the machine up and down along the insides of her thighs, teasing herself, building herself up slowly again. One of the women stepped closer and straddled Donna's head and shoulders. The other gently dropped to her knees between Donna's feet. Donna trembled as she felt the cool latex hands caress the insides of her shins, teasing every inch of flesh from ankle to knee. Her knees dropped open slowly until they nearly touched the floor. Donna reached up and wrapped her hand around the woman's leg, pulling her into a squatting position inches above her face. She found the zippered crotch of the latex suit and tugged at it. When it was completely open, Donna pulled the woman close and began kissing the tops of her thighs. The woman's latex-clad hands lightly brushed Donna's belly, then moved toward her breasts. When Donna felt the cool rubber closing down on her nipples, she exploded again, clutching the vibrator with both hands and pounding her hips up and down against the floor. --- The latex women lay Donna down on the floor and she heard the door slide open again. Through hazy eyes, Donna saw a man enter the room holding a large-headed electric vibrator. My only reality, she thought. The man was walking toward her, holding the vibrator above his head. He was wearing a pale pink dress with...he was wearing a pale, pink dress...she squeezed her eyes shut. Why would a man be wearing a pink dress? She opened her eyes again and one of the latex women was standing behind her, one foot beside each of her shoulders, dangling the vibrator between her legs like a mushroom-headed mechanical penis. The man was gone. Donna stared at the vibrator. My only reality. She felt something between her legs, raised her head to look, saw the other latex lady was kneeling in front of her, wearing a thick-based strap on dildo, pushing the head against her cunt. When she leaned her head back, she saw that the first woman was now kneeling, the vibrator gone, and felt the large rubber dildo she was wearing touch the tip of her nose. "Take Lynn's cock in your mouth," said a man's voice. She shifted her eyes and saw the man in the blue dress sitting in an armchair, smoking a cigar that was giving off the a sweet smelling smoke. Donna recognized it as the same smell she'd grown used to from the cologne spritzer she used every morning. Was that the drug? The thought was chased out of her head by the pressure of Lynn's cock at her lips. Where did the vibrator go? "Ayya, lubricate her please," the man ordered. The woman between her legs produced a plastic bottle and shot a stream of chilly liquid on Donna's belly. She jerked. The woman smeared the lubricant down her belly and between her cunt lips, slathering it liberally top to bottom. "Now, the fish." Donna's head swum. What was he talking about? "The fish," the man repeated. "Come on, Donna," whispered Ayya. Donna felt Ayya's fingers on her thigh, raised her hips off the floor and offered herself to the woman's huge black rubber cock. Lynn's cock was already in her mouth, sliding slowly toward the back of her throat. When both of them were planted deep inside her, she slid her hands between her legs and began rubbing herself. The latex women began sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm, which she met with her lips and chin. "Undeniable, isn't it?" asked the man from somewhere across the room. Her focus was on her fingers, everything else was background. Waves of pleasant sensation bathing her brain, flooding her system. "Remember who and what you are." She turned her eyes toward the voice. It had changed. So had the speaker. It was now a man dressed in leather chaps and a white t-shirt. His cock hung between his legs, his head was shaved bald. The man in the pink dress was gone...no, the man in the BLUE dress...no, the man with...Donna's hands were pulled away and she felt a tongue between her legs. She looked down and saw Ayya's shiny black head bobbing up and down. Did he say something about a fish? What was that? Lynn continued fucking her face. Her gagging sounds and the spit dripping down the sides of her face and into her hair pushed her brain into that depraved area that turned her on so much. She felt the orgasm rising, the familiar feeling in her belly, the tingling in her toes, the trembling jaw. Her one reality. Donna reached down and held the sides of Ayya's head, her eyes locked on the insides of Lynn's thighs, the shiny black latex slick with saliva. Ayya's mouth was still the center of her universe. She felt the flood of her own juices mixing with Ayya's, running down the inside of her thighs, over her cheeks and pooling underneath her in a sticky, slick pool. Donna trembled as she felt Ayya's fingers push up into her body. Two fingers? Three? Her whole hand? Donna had no idea, the orgasm was closer now, the cock in her mouth moving faster and faster. She felt the warm balls slapping against her forehead, knew that was impossible, knew that it was just a woman with a strap-on, but then she felt the warm liquid gushing into her mouth and swallowed, swallowed, while her lower body trembled as she pushed harder against Ayya's face and hand. "Dinner is late," said the man's voice. Insane, pointless, useless words. Donna tried weakly to drag her focus away from her cunt so she could try and figure out what he was talking about but she failed. She didn't care, couldn't care right now. Lynn pulled the cock out of Donna's mouth and inched backward. Donna looked up and saw that the strap-on was gone and the figure in black latex was a man, cock hanging limp with a big bead of semen swelling at the tip. He shook his cock lightly with his hand and she felt a splash on her forehead. Then, he leaned forward and ran his hands across her face, scraping the cum from her cheeks and sucking it off his gloved fingers. He bent closer and pressed his thumb against her chin, opening her mouth. He opened his lips slightly and she saw the cum pooled in his mouth. She knew what was coming and a thrill of humiliation shot through her body. He leaned forward and drizzled the cum from his mouth into hers. She abandoned herself to a series of long and violent orgasms. --- Donna woke in her own apartment. She looked around and recognized the furniture, the cheap art hanging on the wall, the television on the end table. Something was wrong. What? The window. She stood up and walked across the room. The carpet was the same, it felt cheap and worn under her bare feet. She approached the window slowly. It was on the wrong side of the room. That was it. That was what was different. But it was more than that. There couldn't be a window. She wasn't in her apartment. They'd kidnapped her, taken her to...where? It was months ago. Maybe a year by now. Wasn't it? She looked out the window. It was dark but the streetlights were in the right place, the building across the street looked right. Even the cars parked in the street seemed right. Donna shook her head hard from side to side, pulling at her hair. This was insane. She dropped to the couch, heard the quiet humming noise from underneath the throw pillow. She slid her hand underneath and found the vibrator. Her vibrator. The light pink one she'd bought while on vacation in...where was it? She didn't remember. She pressed it against her cheek. The feeling was familiar and comfortable. Her world, reduced to a single point of contact - plastic against skin. She opened her mouth and tentatively pushed her tongue out, licked her slim, buzzing friend. It was all so comforting. She was home. She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips lightly around it, taking just the tip into her mouth and feeling the flesh of her nose, cheeks and chin hum along with the tiny motor. She slid her skirt up, pushed her left hand - her favorite hand - underneath her panties and began pressing lightly against her clit. It felt so large and swollen. And intensely sensitive. She pushed the vibrator against her tongue, then slowly, slowly back and forth, in and out of her mouth. In just seconds, she came, lost in the sensation of something familiar - something she could count on. Phone Sex Operator's Mistake Ch. 05 Slowly, Donna opened her eyes into the smallest, tiniest slits she could manage. She was never sure what she would find and the tension grew worse every day. Some mornings, it was a dingy and cold concrete cell; others, it was a splendid penthouse suite with satin sheets and a warm breakfast on a tray beside the bed. Some mornings, her eyes were crusted over and would not open at all. Still other times, she woke blindfolded and it didn't matter if they were open or not. This time, she saw the back of someone's head peeking out from underneath clean white sheets. The head was shaved completely bald, the neck tattooed with some Chinese characters she was sure she'd seen before but couldn't recall where or when. The figure was breathing steadily, obviously still asleep. Donna opened her eyes a bit wider, took in as much detail as she could. The room was familiar, she'd been here before. It was one of the three she often found herself in during her stay of...how many months? She smiled, weakly. She had no idea what day it was. Between the time she lost on the drugs they'd given her and the way they'd been manipulating the clocks, the television programming, even the light outside the "windows", she'd long since given up trying to even guess whether it was day or night. The figure stirred, stretched its legs, then settled back down to sleep. Donna searched her memory for some clue - was this a man or a woman? How long had they been together? What had they done? Nothing was available to her. They'd obviously infused her with the lactuca again. Why? Why this time and not the last two? And why not this morning? The thoughts faded as she realized how much even the small motion the figure had made aroused her. She wasn't certain what the two of them had done last night, but they'd woke up together naked this morning and that was enough. She wanted to cum and there was a warm, naked body next to her. She considered sliding her hand across the space between them, touching the figure's back, tracing her finger lightly from the base of its neck to its bottom, teasing arousal from whoever it was. But she also knew that the monitors were on. Once she moved, they would know she was awake. They might take her partner away. Donna lay still, wrestling with her emotions. She became aware of the pressure inside her, she had to pee. But that would also signal them and they would start her day according to THEIR program. It was inevitable, she knew that she had to get out of bed eventually, wondered why she wrestled with herself anymore. But she did. She lay there another ten minutes before finally pushing back the covers and making her way to the toilet. When she finished, she came back into the room and stared at the empty bed. She shook her head. Had she dreamed it? Or had the person got up and silently left while she was occupied? She sat on the bed, pulled the covers down, felt the sheets. They were cool, as though nobody had been there beside her. She dropped her face down into her palms, fingertips pressing hard against her temples. Was she going crazy? Had nobody been there earlier? Had she imagined it? Or had they left and somehow flattened and cooled the sheets? Maybe she'd been in the bathroom for hours, the drug doing its business of stealing time and memory from her again? Another hole in her life she was never going to fill. "Ah, you're awake," came the familiar voice from the monitor. She nodded weakly. "A bit puzzled?" She turned her head as she heard the door slide open. Two tall and familiar female figures entered the room. As usual, they were covered head to toe in black latex - their eyes and mouths visible through round holes and their fingers free from the second knuckle to the nails. "Lynn and Ayya, no doubt?" she asked, half chuckling. "Where's your cock, Lynn?" The women stood motionless just inside the door. Donna was dizzy, the weeks and months of constant conditioning had done their job well. The lust she'd felt earlier toward the naked body in her bed now channeled itself to the two Amazons she'd tangled with so many times before. She found herself standing up and walking across the room to them. She pressed herself against the cool latex, rubbing her knee up and down along the outside of Ayya's thigh. "Hmmm? don't you want me?" She opened her mouth, licked up and down Ayya's neck, chin, her bottom lip, the latex turning shiny everywhere the moisture touched it. Donna pushed her hand between Ayya's legs, pressing hard into her crotch, feeling for the point where the hard little clitoris hid underneath the protective rubber. She rose on her toes and pushed her tongue between Ayya's lips, pushed her chest against the black latex. Ayya didn't respond and Donna intensified her efforts. Within minutes, she lost control completely and slid her body down, down, wrapping her arms around Ayya's waist, rubbing herself against Ayya's hip, then her thigh, finally humping herself hard against the latex-clad knee, the only hard thing she could find. Her mouth was open and her tongue slathered the woman's back, side and belly until they were soaking, Donna pressing the side of her face and her hair into the wet patches, drenching herself in her own drool. Within minutes, she was screaming an orgasm, biting into Ayya's hip, tasting the rubber, shaking her head side to side like she was trying to rip a patch away. There was a loud roar of approval and applause behind her and Donna let go of Ayya, stood up and looked at the monitors. They were black but the sound continued to spill from the speakers. "Bring her to the bidding room. She's ready." ---- "Let's have Ayya do her first." "No, let's have her do Lynn first." "I think someone needs to use the handheld so we can get a better inspection. I still have questions about your techniques." Donna watched lazily as more television screens lit up. There were more than two dozen, all on the single large wall in front of her. Each of them was lit up with a large and different face. She recognized some of them from the conference room earlier (how long ago?), but most of them were strangers. Some of the men were attractive, she thought. Some of the women, too. She was standing on a small, circular platform only a few inches high. There was an iron collar around her neck, her wrists and ankles were manacled and all were connected to each other with heavy chain. Aside from the metal, she was completely naked. She didn't recall being prepared, they must have drugged her again, she thought. It was all so inconsistent. Some things they wanted her to remember, some they didn't. It was kind of funny. Anyway, it didn't matter any more. She turned her head and saw Ayya and Lynn, still dressed in latex. Parts of Ayya's outfit were still shiny where Donna had licked it. She wanted to get off of the platform and lick more parts of the outfit, touch her, let Ayya touch her back. She looked at the knee of the outfit, saw the shiny, wet patch there. Her eyes met Ayya's and she smiled. Ayya remained motionless. "Today is the day we have been preparing you for," the familiar voice announced. Donna turned back to look at the screens. "As you must have guessed, M was successful in convincing us to pick up your contract." Donna dimly remembered something about it. She looked at one of the women, who ran her tongue over her lips. Donna blushed and shifted her eyes. "The screens are numbered, we use no names here. Some of these people are here bidding on their own, some represent others. They come from around the world. And they are all interested in you." She felt a mild tug at her wrist and turned her head. Ayya was inches from her, mouth open and head tilted slightly back. Donna clamped her lips tightly against Ayya's, her tongue seeking its mate. A pair of hands running along her back and bottom. She was aroused immediately, not knowing whether it was Ayya or Lynn made it even more intense. "Enough! Inspect her!" yelled a gruff male voice with an Asian accent. "All in good time," the MC responded. "First, the ground rules. Are we all agreed that her identity has been completely eliminated? All records, all associations, all indications? She comes to the bidding totally untraceable?" There was a flurry of clicking noises as a computer somewhere tallied up a unanimous decision. "Good, and everyone agrees to the terms, cash on delivery, escrow for no more than two weeks after the commodity is delivered?" Again, clicking. Donna felt a small annoyance somewhere inside her mind but the hands on her body and the tongue in her mouth obscured it. "You may inspect and use the product during the trial period, though any permanent markings you make or damage you do will render it non-returnable. If there are any defects with the merchandise, they must be reported immediately." There was a short pause. The word 'defect' raced around inside Donna's head but her attention was focused on her arms. Her hands were straining to reach down between her legs, but the chains were arranged to make that impossible. She pulled her mouth away from Ayya's slightly and whispered, "touch me, touch me down there..." Then, she attacked Ayya's mouth in a frenzy of hunger. The room was silent as the bidders watched Donna desperately stretch to reach herself. "Lynn, you may go ahead," the MC announced. Donna felt a hand reach around from behind and rest on her belly. The touch was light, the fingernail scraped slowly from her belly to her closed labia. Donna could tell from the way it felt that she'd been shaved again. She trembled with the realization that this was another piece of memory gone. But her focus on the tongue in her mouth pushed that realization away and she pressed herself against Ayya. She tried to part her legs but felt the chains stop her. She squatted as well as she could to open herself up. She felt Lynn's hand slide down the inside of her left leg and nearly screamed. She started humping wildly but it was against nothing. Tears welled in her eyes and she again pulled back to beg Ayya to touch her. "Bring in the camera," the MC ordered. Donna heard someone stepping closer but her focus was still on the hand moving slowly up and down the insides of her thighs. She felt other hands touch her. Her hips were raised slightly and her legs opened wider. Lynn's hand went between her legs and fingers opened her gently. "As you can see, the clitoris is significantly swollen. And she has not had the lactuca administered for several days. This change is now permanent." As he finished, Lynn removed her hand and Donna was lowered to her standing position. She shook her head. He said they hadn't given her the drug in days. Was she losing time on her own now? Had the drug done some permanent damage to her mind? Lynn's fingers entered her fast and hard and the questions vanished completely. She nearly came just from the initial push. The monitors now exploded into a cacophony of voices. "Suck her tongue." "Push, deeper, go ahead." "Use your fingernail inside her." "Bite her tongue." "Her nipples, pinch her nipples." Lynn had stood up and was kissing Donna now, fingers working inside her while Ayya removed the manacles and collar. Donna heard the metal clatter to the floor and a flood of excitement swept her away. Her body was free. Ayya grabbed her and she spun around, grabbed her head, opened her mouth wide as though she was trying to completely swallow Ayya's head. She felt something enter her from behind and laughed insanely out loud. "Lynn! Yes! Fuck me with your hard cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She pulled Lynn to the floor and pulled her legs up with her hands, opening herself as wide as she could. "Deep! Deeper! Oh fuck yes!" The MC's voice crashed across the speakers. "You see her now, she has crossed every boundary we might imagine. She is Pure Lust. Everything comes down to the orgasm for her. Watch." Donna wanted to rebel, to be embarrassed or humiliated, but couldn't. She knew she was lost, he was completely right. Her body was responding in ways she'd only dreamed of in the past. All of her deepest fantasies would come true now, the uses she'd see herself put to in the videos were her destiny. She came again and again as she thought about it, about the years of unbridled pleasure as a sex slave that she was about to enter into. She wrapped her legs tighter around Lynn, pulling her deep, pounding her own insides with this latex-doll's artificial cock. Her cunt spasmed wildly with orgasm after orgasm. After an eternity, she relaxed a bit and let the women climb off of her. She licked the rubber cock clean without any prompting from Lynn. Several of the faces on the monitors laughed and commented on her absolute depravity. Donna smiled. Fuck them! "Now, the bidding will begin. As I've mentioned, we have assembled thirty bidders. They represent thirty of the world's most notorious tantalists." Donna turned her head slightly, saw Ayya kneeling on the floor near her. She motioned for her to come closer but Ayya remained fixed to the floor. Donna looked at Lynn but she wasn't moving either. She slid her hand between her legs and opened herself up, sliding the thick rubber cock up into herself while the MC and the bidders watched. "Along with your sale comes a complete video library detailing every aspect of your arousal and performance over the last eight months." Donna heard the number but was more interested in the dildoe inside her. Her eyes grew wider as both Lynn and Ayya began crawling across the floor toward her. Ayya's mouth lowered on her right breast and her lips and tongue expertly aroused the tender flesh. Donna moaned and stroked Ayya's head with her right hand. She felt Lynn take the dildoe from her left hand and snap it back into place in its harness. Then, she knelt between Donna's legs and gently pushed it back up into her. Lynn pumped at her savagely while Ayya continued to provide gentle and tender attention to her nipple. Donna came almost immediately. The two women rose again. "They will continue to derive income from your telephone work and probably from pimping you out, but you will entertain their own desires as well." Donna pushed herself up on her elbows. She couldn't close her legs but that was fine. Certainly, they'd be back again soon to shove a cock, finger or fist inside her. "And those desires?" she asked in the most submissive tone she could muster. "You heard what I said, didn't you? About the bidders?" the man asked. "Yes, that they are bidding on me to pimp me out and have me do phone sex." "And to entertain them at the same time." "Yes, yes. Please, get on with it," Donna said, her cunt already becoming aroused as she looked at the lascivious faces of the men and women on the screens. "Tantalists." She nodded. Silence. They were expecting her to say something. "From the word tantalism." Donna sat up, her face closer to his monitor. They were still silent. They were trying to tell her something but she didn't know what. "Tantalism? Like Tantrism?" The room erupted into laughter. It took several minutes for them to all quiet back down. "No, dear. From Tantalus. In Greek mythology, look it up someday." Donna shook her head. What kind of game were they playing? "In modern use, tantalizing. Teasing. The men and women who are bidding on you are tantalists - the orgasm denial crowd. Dear, you have just experienced what was very likely your last orgasm. Ever. And we've enjoyed recording it. Your exploits are already somewhat famous on the Internet, we expect it will drive your price up quite a bit. And we have a complete set of recordings for you as well to watch in the future. In fact, we'll be playing them in your room twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week from now on. While your new owner will most likely prevent you from ever cumming again, you'll be able to watch yourself cum. Over and over and over..." -------------- This is intended to be the final chapter of this series. Let me know if you'd like to read more. Donna was eventually released and returned to phone sex work. Contact me if you would like her information.