Donna's Transformation

DONNA'S TRANSFORMATION

CHAPTER 2 - [Week 1 - Thursday]

Donna looked at the piece of toilet paper in her hand. It was dry. Dry and white. She breathed a sigh of relief, crumpled it and threw it into the toilet. She pulled another eight squares off of the roll and folded them over twice, tucked the pad into the crotch of her dark blue panties. Just in case.

She stood up and pulled up her skirt, zipped it and turned around to flush the toilet. The small, white rectangle swum in the vortex and disappeared with the rest of the slightly-yellow water.

Donna opened the door of the stall and went to the sink to wash her hands. She looked at her watch. It was one in the afternoon already, three more hours and she'd turn herself over to Peter again. She steamed at the thought. Who was the motherfucker and how did he get into her life? She still had no clues how he'd got the photos, but the facts were there: he had them and he was willing to use them. For now, she had no choice but to go along with him.

She'd spent half an hour in the shower Tuesday morning when she got home, crept silently into bed beside Todd and slept till eleven the next morning. It was unusual for her to show up for work late but not unusual enough to arouse any suspicion. Todd had been a little more puzzled but she told him she was taking comp time for working late last night. Only technically was that a lie.

She'd slept with a wad of tissue in her panties that first night and cleaned up small trickles most of Wednesday afternoon and evening. The worst thing was the soreness, she could barely walk and it was impossible to sit down. All day long yesterday, she found herself stopping to pick something up or look at it whenever anyone approached. She couldn't bear the thought of them noticing how she was walking - a short-stepped, tentative step that would certainly raise some kind of suspicion. Hemorrhoids? Too much workout at the gym? Had Todd been too rough on you? She didn't need the questions - well intentioned or not.

What was there about anal sex that some women seemed to find arousing? she wondered. She was just sore and tired. Of course, they were probably fucking only one partner, not a steady stream of strangers. She thought about the faces of the men who came through the room last night, Peter's face as he led them to her. There was nothing arousing about it. Rape fantasy? Not in her lifetime. She wanted control of everything and she was used to her pussy being the key to that control. There was *so* much wrong with what happened two days ago.

And what would happen again tonight, she reminded herself, drying her hands and looking at herself in the mirror. There were still dark circles under her eyes but you could barely tell. she touched up her makeup and everything was back to normal.

When she got back to her desk, there was a message from Sally, She said she missed her at lunch. "Damn," Donna through. She'd made lunch plans with Sally three weeks ago and had completely blown her off. There it was on her desktop - "Sally - lunch - 12:30" but she'd been in the bathroom since just after noon, running the last few days over and over in her mind, looking for clues about this Peter. Nothing came and on top of that, she'd missed a lunch date.

Sally was one of the few people Donna confided in. Sally had been at AXR for years already when Donna hired in. She was an older woman, very grounded but with a flair for adventure. They'd spent a few weekends drinking and dancing, letting their hair down and talking about life as single, professional women. It was the closest Donna ever got to real intimacy with another person.

Donna phoned her immediately and apologized, made a date for next week, apologized again and hung up the phone. Peter had thrown her for a loop, that was certain. But, she'd recover. She just needed to find a way in.

By ten minutes after four, Donna was kneeling backwards on an armchair, head and shoulders draped over the back, ass high in the air and being fucked hard by a short, skinny black man. He was broad chested and had hugh biceps and thighs. When Donna saw him strip, she was sure he was a steroid boy with the tiny cock and balls that often came with the drug. But she was wrong. He was a product of protein drinks and hours in the gym, all muscle and hung with a ten inch long horse-cock. Peter had slathered on the lube and opened her with his fingers to help Curtis get started, but once he was in, Donna was on her own. She gasped and gulped for air, trying to keep her sphincter relaxed and match his rhythm, but his strokes were long and fast and it was impossible. After what felt like hours, he shot a gallon of hot cum deep inside her, then slowly pulled out, shuddering and whispering "oh mama, thank you, thank you, thank you..." Donna felt the cum running in a thick stream down the insides of her legs. She was afraid to look down, to see it pooling around her knees. Where did he get it all?

The men came in rapid succession, Peter had averaged her at twelve minutes per fuck on Tuesday and scheduled them in twenty minute blocks this time instead of half-hours. Peter moved her from the chair to the bed to the floor, dressed her in nighties, panties, t-shirts, full formal-wear, depending on what each of them wanted. She lost count and lost interest quickly and by the time he gave her a fifteen minute break at eight, she was exhausted and withdrawn.

"You want a drink?" Peter asked politely.

Donna lay on her side on the bed, staring at the wall.

"Just some ice water? You have to be thirsty."

She didn't move. She wanted the night to be over as soon as possible and talking with him wouldn't make that happen any faster.

"Donna? We are going to be spending a lot of time together from now on. I suggest you get comfortable being around me," Peter said. His voice annoyed her. He was completely nonchalant about this. He was blackmailing a high-placed executive, parading men through the hotel suite who had nothing in mind other than to fuck her in the ass, and he was talking about it as if they were watching a television show.

"Do you want to catch a shower? You must feel pretty..."

"Fuck you, you asshole!" she screamed. She jumped up from the bed and lunged toward him. He leaned back in his chair and laughed. "What? You going to attack me? You're going to kick my ass and get me the hell out of your life?"

She stopped halfway between them. She knew he was right. She had no idea what she would do next, what she had in mind. She'd just let her rage and frustration explode but she had no plan.

Peter leaned forward then, spoke calmly and directly to her. "Do not delude yourself. Life as you knew it is over. You are mine now. I don't even have to let you go home tonight. I don't have to let you go to work. I don't have to let you decide what to eat or drink, do you understand that?" She stood frozen in front of him, every muscle in her body clenched and trembling. She wanted to reach out, strangle him, gouge his eyes out, destroy him. Instead, she stayed in her place, boiling but obedient.

Peter calmly looked at his watch. "Go shower and get into the gymnast outfit. Your next 'boyfriend' will be here in seven minutes and I want you ready." He settled back into his chair. Donna turned to walk away. "Wait," he called. His hand went into the top drawer of the dresser. He pulled out the mostly-used tube of KY jelly. "Here. Make sure you're ready for him."

Dick wiped his the sweat off forehead with the back of his hand. He turned and smiled at Peter. "She's good. A little loose, but that's the trade off, isn't it?" He turned back and looked at Donna. He'd unsnapped the crotch of her leotard and unzipped the opening in her tights. The shiny blue material of the gymnast outfit covered everything else from the neck down, including her hands. He'd had it specially made years ago and never regretted it.

David fucked leisurely, taking his time, enjoying long, slow strokes deep inside her, the feel of her sphincter clenched around the head of his cock as it almost withdrew, the warm caress of her anal passage as he slipped in as far as he could..

"She's not a good body for this. Have you considered doing the body-builder thing with her? Build up those arms and legs?"

Peter laughed. "Like that freak show you had me do with Sara Jane?" He shook his head. "No, not this one, though it's tempting." He paused. "Though I have to admit, it brought in the customers."

"Yeah. Four months in the gym and she was one of those muscle freaks you see in the weightlifting magazines. Nothing womanish left to her." This obviously turned him on because he started fucking her faster. "Mmmm. The clean cuts of those thigh and calf muscles, the veins visible on the biceps...' he closed his eyes and fucked harder. Donna moaned, something about his voice was starting to turn her on, his tone was seductive and soft and it wrapped around her brain, massaging it with a warm glow. "And all that spandex. Sweaty and tanned all the time, her shaved head..."

Donna visualized the woman. She knew the type, she'd seen them in the magazine racks, saw one close up in the sauna. More man than woman, more freak than human. She tried to shake the image out of her head but something about it stuck. The raw power of a body like that, maybe. Power. It still turned her on. Any kind of power. "And when she did curls, her belly tightening, the biceps flexing, the...Aaaahhh!!! he grunted as he came deep inside Donna. She was shocked at her frustration when he pulled his cock out of her. Peter took notice of her reaction, jotted an entry in the notebook he kept in his pocket.

The next three hours were confusing for her. The men were silent and businesslike but her body was starting to respond. Something about Dick and the bodybuilder image had turned her on and now she wanted to cum. She ground her hips against the man, reached her hand between her legs and tried to masturbate but it didn't work. It still hurt. She was getting used to it, she knew how to relax her ass but her body was still conflicted and resisted her touch. She saw Peter smile now and then and tried to hide her arousal from him but it was impossible.

Just before midnight, one of the men stopped frozen at the door, staring at her. He said something quietly to Peter then looked back at her. She panicked. Did he recognize her? His face looked familiar but she couldn't focus her thoughts enough to place him. Not a coworker, she'd have recognized that. Someone from the coffee shop? A neighbor? Church?

The men talked for a few more minutes, then Peter nodded and went to the dresser. He found a long scarf and wrapped it around Donna's head several times, blindfolding her. The man led her to the bed and lay her on her back. She heard Peter remind him that he could only fuck her ass. She felt him climb between her legs, rubbing his cock up and down along her cunt lips. Her cunt responded immediately, swelling and wet, her hips rising to meet him. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and plunged his soaking wet cock deep into her ass. She groaned and let her legs slide off his shoulders, opening herself wide, whispering to him to split her open. She ground her crotch against his, pulling his cock deep into her ass, rubbing her clit hard against him. She came quickly, screaming and scratching his back. He pushed harder into her ass and shot his load deep inside her. She felt her entire body melt into the bed, her muscles completely relaxed, unable to move. He climbed off of her and wiped his cock on her belly.

Donna lay on the bed for only a few minutes before the next man came. He cheered Peter's decision to "blindfold the bitch" and rolled her over on the bed. He ran his cock between her ass cheeks, still talking to Peter about how much fun he was going to have with her. Peter told him he was happy he could oblige. The man grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head upward. He leaned and whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna fuck your pussy. I'm gonna make you cum so hard you won't remember your fucking name." He licked the side of her face and dropped her head back to the bed. Donna opened herself wider, raised her ass. Yes! Yes! A cunt fuck! She felt the head of his cock pushing against her vagina, she pushed back hard, taking him into her in one quick motion. He grunted and started pumping hard and fast. She noticed that both he and Peter had stopped talking but forgot about that quickly as the pleasure engulfed her. She came twice while he fucked her, her body shuddering, her cunt twitching and milking his cock. When he was finished, he climbed off of her and she slid her hand between her legs, bringing herself to orgasm again quickly.

Peter left her blindfolded the rest of the night. She didn't cum again but it didn't matter. She was exhausted and just wanted to go home to sleep.

At ten minutes before two, he closed the door behind her last cock then pulled the chair up to the edge of the bed.

"You let Scott fuck your pussy, didn't you?"

Donna froze, completely unaware how to respond. Peter stared at her, saw the blank look on her face.

"Go ahead," he said calmly. "Say it."

Donna just stared.

After another minute dragged by, Peter shook his head.

"Warn Todd that you are going to be pierced. Make up a story. Whatever story you like. Or don't. It really doesn't matter to me."

Donna shook, terrified at what he might mean. Through trembling lips, she whispered, "pierced?"

"Twice on each side," Peter said, holding up both of his hands, the index fingers an inch from each other. "Then, a small chain will..."

"What the fuck?" she growled at him. "Fuck you!"

Peter held his fingers in the air and looked at his feet. After a few seconds, he looked back at her and continued, "a small chain will be run through the four hoops," he pushed his fingers against each other, she looked at him, pictured her cunt lips chained shut. "Then, a small padlock will make sure you do not disobey a direct command again."

Donna shook her head, tears in her eyes, her lips quivering with anger. "I only did it once."

"Once is all it takes. Do NOT disobey a direct command again."

He got up and took her clothes out of the dresser drawer, dropped them on the bed beside her.

"Make sure you're well rested Tuesday morning. And don't eat or drink anything after ten Monday night."

Donna lay in bed completely stiff. Her life was going to be impossible from here forwards. How could she explain four gold rings in her pussy to her husband? And the chain that connected them?

And the fact that she did not have the key?

She felt tears welling in her eyes again, fought hard to keep them down. This wasn't her. She was in command, she was the powerful one. She called the shots. How could this have happened?

Donna heard Todd breathing quietly in the bed next to her. It was three-thirty and it was obvious that he was not asleep. She was afraid of what he was thinking. How could he not be suspicious? She came home at two-thirty and spent fifteen minutes in the shower, then climbed into bed wearing one of the pairs of cotton panties she only wore when she had her period.

She slid closer to him, letting her hand reach for his cock. He was already stiff. Was he masturbating? Had he been fantasizing about her? About what she might have been out doing?

Donna needed him to fuck her one last time, to feel his cock insider her cunt before her world collapsed. She kissed his chest, let her mouth slide down his body until his cock was in her mouth. She hadn't sucked a cock in weeks, hadn't realized it. The feeling was wonderful, she felt like a woman again. She licked the head, pushed it deep into the back of her throat, felt her nose against his balls. His hands slid across her thighs, moved toward her bottom. She froze in panic. Todd had always been generous with his tongue and he might want to lick her now. But she was afraid, scared something would drip out of her ass while he was down there. Her mind raced, She wanted to feel his mouth on her pussy, his tongue on her clit, but she couldn't take the chance. Nearly in tears from the thought of depriving herself this last chance to feel his mouth between her legs, she raised her head and said "I need your cock." She saw him smile. She moved around and slid out of the panties. She lowered herself toward his stiff cock. Without thinking, she moved herself and felt him plunge deep into her ass. It was a reflex now. Even more humiliating was that he didn't seem to notice. She'd fucked so many men now Todd couldn't tell he was in her ass not her pussy. She fucked him hard and wild, hot tears streaming down her face as she watched her last pussy fuck vanish before her eyes.

[Week 2 - Tuesday]

"You really don't want to do all four on the same day," the bald headed man said. Skull - his 'artist' name - was holding Donna's right pussy lip between his thumb and forefinger. He pointed at a spot about three inches from the top. "You'll need one here..." he pointed about an inch further down "...and one here." He let go of her and patted the lip gently. "But it's going to hurt like a bitch."

"It's just a piercing. You've done dozens for me."

"But not like this. You want them close enough together that you can lock her up, is that right?" Donna blushed deeper, Skull didn't notice. He'd been through worse.

"Yes, right," Peter answered.

"Well, if you only want two on each side, I have to do them kind of close and that means the second one..." he touched her again and she closed her eyes, "will go into an area that's very sore from the first piercing." He pressed his hand flat against her vulva, cupped her mons. "Nope, I suggest doing one on each side then coming back in a week or so for the other."

Peter shook his head. "Can't do. I'm on a schedule." He settled back and looked at Donna. She still had her eyes closed, laying completely still and helpless. He'd made the right call, she was perfect for this.

Skull spoke first. "Well...she does look sturdy." Donna opened her eyes and saw that he had a wide grin on his face. He was staring at her. "You liked hearing that, didn't you?" He pinched her cunt lip hard between his fingers, watched her face for a minute, then pinched harder. Donna didn't flinch.

"Peter. I wouldn't do this for anyone but you," Skull said. "Four hundred dollars."

Peter smiled and clapped his hand on Skull's shoulder. "My man." He turned to Donna. "Get your purse and pay the man." Donna stared and Peter bent over, picked up her purse and opened it. "Here," he said, handing Donna her wallet. Donna opened it and took out a credit card, stared it and changed her mind. "I'll pay cash."

Peter's eyebrows went up. "Do you have that kind of cash on you?"

"No. I have to find a cash machine."

Skull laughed. "You're in luck. There's one right next door."

Peter held out his hand. "Give me your card and your PIN. Skull can get started while I get the cash."

Donna felt herself sinking further down, handed over the card and slowly gave him her number. Peter nodded and got up.

Skull got up and walked to the sink. "Not a trimmer, eh?" he asked casually. Donna looked down between her legs at her hairy cunt. It hadn't occurred to her that he might shave her before doing the piercings.

"Can't you do this without shaving me?"

Skull felt the water with his hand, waiting for it to get hot.

"Could. Peter would prefer I didn't." He reached for a washcloth and held it under the water. "Peter wants to see you cleaned up a little."

Donna turned her head, pressed her cheek hard against the headrest, resisted crying. The bastard was fucking with her. She watched Skull as he wrung out the cloth. He pressed it between her legs, she felt the warmth spreading across her skin. Skull got back up and took a straight razor out of a cup and ran it up and down a strop until it glistened. "I'll try and leave you something down there."

He reached for a can of shaving cream and sat down on his stool. In ten minutes, he'd shaved her completely naked, her skin rosy and glistening. He looked at the stunned look on her face and smiled. "Ooops." He wiped her dry with a new clean towel and then used a blow dryer, opening her open, letting the stream of warm air dry her completely.

"You're lucky he doesn't want to tattoo you like he did the last one," Skull mused as he hung the dryer back in place.

Peter came through the door, a wad of bills in his hand. He counted them, setting them on the table beside Skull. "Four hundred. All set." He looked at Donna's crotch and chuckled. "You shaved it all off?" Skull nodded. "I told you you could just clean up what you needed." Skull chuckled. "Yep. You sure did." The both laughed.

Skull reached for the device that would punch the holes that would give Peter control of her cunt. She stared at it. It looked harmless in his hands, painless, unthreatening. She knew better.

"Peter, why don't you go through the drawer there and find the size rings you want. They're all stainless and surgical, so just pick if you like iron, silver, gold, any finish you like." Skull leaned his face closer to Donna's crotch. "It's a shame to close this thing up, Peter. She's one hot piece of snatch."

Peter opened and closed the lids of the boxes with the different sized rings. "You should try her ass, you'd swear off guys forever." Skull laughed. "I doubt it. You fucking hets think pussy is what it's all about. And that an ass is an ass. You are *so* fucking wrong." Skull took Donna's left lip and tugged it gently, holding it tight to numb it a bit. "There's nothing like guy ass. Nothing."

"Here. These," Peter said, handing Skull a box of gold finish rings. They were about three-quarters of an inch in diameter, big enough to do the job and small enough to be unobtrusive when he needed them to be.

Skull put the box on the stool next to him and flipped open the top. Donna stared wide-eyed as he held the ring up to her face and said, "last chance." Donna shook her head and closed her eyes. She felt his hand between her legs, the cool metal touching her body.

"Now, when I say, I want you to take a deep breath, fast, then blow it out hard. Understand?" Skull said. Donna nodded, eyes still closed tight. She felt his finger on her forehead. "Relax. Tensing will make it worse." She unclenched her eyes, tried to control her breathing.

"OK, now at the count of three, breath. One...two..." Pain exploded between her legs  as he pushed the metal through her tender flesh. She sucked and blew her breath over and over while he stroked her head. "Calm down, relax." When her breath slowed to normal, he said, "...three. There, see?"

Skull did the other three quickly, Donna felt nothing but numbing pain after the first. Nothing else mattered after that first one. She was muttering and rolling her head side to side, trying to distract herself from not only the pain but the realization of what Peter had done.

"Come on, she'll need a little time before she can go," Skull said, rinsing his hands in the sink. "Let's get some coffee or something."

Peter leaned over Donna, looked at the expert job Skull had done. There was no bleeding, just the inflammation around the openings. He nodded.

"Get up,"Peter said.

"Shit, man, give her a few minutes," Skull snapped.

"Stand up, Donna," Peter repeated. Donna tried to move her legs but couldn't. Peter turned to Skull. "Help her." Skull put his hands underneath Donna's ankles and lifted them off of the footrest. Gently, he swung them around, letting the swivel chair spin  with her. He lowered her feet to the floor one at a time, keeping her legs apart. He helped her to her feet and she stood up, holding the chair for support, knees trembling.

"Put the dress back on," Peter said. Donna looked at Skull. He shrugged and picked her clothes up from the counter. Peter stopped him and took the bra, panties and stockings, handed her the one-piece, loose print pullover. "Here."

Donna put her head through the neck-hole, moving slowly and carefully. Every movement sent a wave of pain through her crotch. She slid her arms through the big openings, let the dress slid down her body, covering her down to her knees.

"You can go barefoot. We're taking a taxi," Peter said as he walked toward the door that led to Skull's Ink and Metal. Donna took a tentative step forward. Her legs were jello, but Peter wasn't slowing down. She looked at Skull, eyes imploring him to do something. Skull shrugged again. "He's the boss," he said, then turned and walked into the bathroom.

Donna let go of the chair and stood still a moment, gathering her strength. The bastard wasn't going to get the best of her. She gritted her teeth and slowly walked toward the door. Peter was standing at the opposite end of the store, looking at a book with samples of Skull's work. Donna saw the two heavily inked women behind the glass counter staring at her. They looked at each other and smiled. The fatter of the two - a definite pot-and-kettle comparison - leaned across the glass top case.

"I hear ya got some metal, honey," she said between chewing her gum.

The other woman laughed and took a drag from her cigarette. "Yeah, lots of it."

"Can we see?" She walked around the end of the counter, waving the cigarette at Donna. "Come on, honey. Pull up the skirt so we can see Skull's latest masterpiece."

Donna held her composure, her jaw rigid, eyes locked to keep from tearing up from either the pain between her legs or the humiliation of the two women's words. She moved her feet like a robot, short, unsteady steps moving her inch by inch toward Peter.

"Hey! You hear me, bitch?" the woman barked at Donna.

Peter looked up from the binder. "Leave her alone. She's got cock coming at nine." Donna looked at the clock in panic. It was eight-ten, the procedure had taken two hours. How? she wondered.

The women backed off, talking to each other about the snobby blond bitch who Peter was taking down a notch.

Peter held the door open and Donna walked out onto the sidewalk. She froze when she saw the taxi waiting at the curb. How could she possibly sit down with the pain raging between her legs? She felt her knees bend, collapsed halfway to the pavement, felt Peter's hands underneath her arms.

"Oh, come on now, dear," he taunted her, walking her to the taxi. He opened the door but she braced herself against the door of the taxi. Peter looked around at the few people walking up and down the street in this run-down area of town. They'd certainly seen men force women into taxicabs before, but he didn't need the trouble. He walked away, leaving Donna standing in the open door of the taxi.

She was hamstrung. She couldn't get into the taxi but she couldn't just walk away either. There was no reasonable course, no obvious choice. Through tears and with a choking voice, she called, "Peter? Come back, Peter? Remember, we have to get there by nine."

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