The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 25) – Two Weeks

Chapter 25
TWO WEEKS

Over the next two weeks, Laura sunk further into her degradation.

*At the office*

Every morning that Laura worked at the office, she visited Alistair in the morning for her counselling, and showed him her tits and cunt, and either told him something slutty as he masturbated or licked at the photo of her twat.

On her first day back after the changes at her house, Alistair had a particular question for her.

“I received some interesting information last night,” he said. “Now, I want you to tell me, what slutty things have you done over the last few days. You’d better be honest, because if you lie, I’ll know, and I’ll share your whorish pictures around and have you fired.”

Laura paused. What information could he have received? The only conclusion she could come to was that her blackmailer had got in contact with Alistair to further her humiliation. And so, blushing, she confessed to her current state of affairs, her breasts and pussy on display and her fingers rubbing her twat as she talked.

“I’ve had the curtains taken out of my house,” she said – because of course, even if he’d heard from her blackmailer, she wasn’t allowed to suggest her degradations were anything but her own wishes. “Now everyone in the street can see my girlfriend and I. I’ve had dildos put on the seats in my house for me to sit on, and I don’t use the bathroom anymore – I shower and piss outside where everyone can see me. So does Erica. And I don’t wear clothes around the house anymore.”

She took a deep breath. “Also when I went underwear shopping the other day I wet myself and then fucked the salesgirl. And I work at a topless bar where I go by the name Kitten Tits.”

Alistair looked shocked, but delighted. Laura’s heart sank. He *hadn’t* known about the sluttier stuff… she had just confessed for nothing.

“Laura…” Alistair said appreciatively. “All I had heard about was your topless waitressing. A friend saw you there the other day, and told me. But the rest of this – you really are a lezbo whore, aren’t you? I had no idea you were so deliciously slutty at home.”

Laura blushed. She was still masturbating, and it was hard to think straight. Alistair was stroking his dick too.

“We’d better add this to your file, Laura,” Alistair said. “When we’re done here, go to your computer and type up a document describing this activity in as much detail as possible, and confess to it.”

Laura hated the idea. She couldn’t stand the idea of having the fact that she pissed in her backyard on her permanent file. That she displayed herself to neighbours, that she had wet herself in a lingerie shop, that she showed off her tits for money, written up and open for inspection. But she knew she was going to do it. She nodded sullenly, indicating her obedience, and a moment later Alistair ejaculated onto her face.

Afterwards, with the cum massaged into her face as best she could, Laura did what she was told. She hadn’t been allowed to orgasm during her session with Alistair, and she found writing about her degradation just made her wetter. She was in a haze of arousal by the time she returned the signed confession to Alistair.

“Good slut,” he said, as he took it from her and filed it. “Now, in view of your increased level of sluttiness, I’m going to need something more of you in order to protect your job. I want two pornographic photos of Erica each morning when you attend my office, and I want a video of you having sex with her at least once a week. Okay?”

Laura, horny and defeated, didn’t bother to argue. In fact, the though of fucking Erica on camera just made her wetter. It was only afterwards, when she had brought herself to a delicious climax in the toilets, that the guilt flooded in, and the horror of the exploitation she had agreed to hit her.

The photos of Erica weren’t hard – she just told Erica to pose, and slapped her if she disobeyed, and then photographed her with her phone. She mostly had Erica cupping her tits or spreading her legs, but she got a few photos of Erica crawling or pissing or impaled on the seat-dildos for good measure.

For the video, she got Michael involved. He wanted to visit once a week anyway. Laura simply asked him if he would like to film her fucking her girlfriend before he raped Erica himself. Michael agreed eagerly. As before, Laura tied Erica down so she couldn’t object, and then 69ed her while Michael filmed. Being naked in front of Michael was surprisingly easy now – she was used to being nude in front of men in Alistair’s office, at the titty bar, and at the clinic, and this was no different. But she took some aphrodisiac to help her, just in case, and soon she was thinking only with her cunt. Michael clearly enjoyed seeing her naked, and Laura noticed with some sadness and humiliation that from the first time she undresed in front of him onwards, he rarely looked at her face anymore, instead directing his attention and speech to her breasts and cunt.

Nevertheless, she revelled in the feeling of raping her girlfriend on film, and when she had made Erica lick her to orgasm she got out of the way and watched Michael stick his cock into Erica’s cunt and fuck her until he came inside her. Erica had been given no aphrodisiacs, and she cried, but neither Laura nor Michael cared. When Michael pulled out, Laura sucked his cock clean eagerly, and then licked the cum from her girlfriend’s snatch.

Michael didn’t show much surprise at Laura’s newly modified house. She had already made the transition in his mind from being a friend to being a sex object, and her altered living arrangements only confirmed that perspective. They didn’t make small talk while he was around – just engaged in sex. Afterwards Michael left money, his payment for getting to rape Erica.

The second week they did the exercise, Laura didn’t bother to tie Erica up. Erica still didn’t want to be raped, but by now she was getting used to having no control over her body, having been raped multiple times every day at work. She lay there obediently as Laura 69ed her on camera, and then parted her legs like a good slut to let Michael fuck her pussy.

At the end of that second session, Michael confessed that he wanted to piss in Erica’s mouth, and Laura told him that he could. Erica had been drinking piss every day at work for a fortnight, and one more drink meant little to her. She obediently took his cock in her mouth and let him use her as a toilet.

All through that second session, Michael had stared at Laura’s cunt every chance he had, and Laura knew deep down within her that eventually Michael wouldn’t be satisfied with Erica’s twat. Eventually he would rape Laura, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. The thought made her sick at first, but later she found herself unconsciously rubbing her pussy as she thought of it.

Alistair was eager to have the photos and videos. He watched the footage of Laura and Erica licking each other out while he masturbated onto her face. He could tell Erica was unwilling, that it was rape. He told Laura to think while she masturbated about how she had raped her girlfriend for the pleasure of a man she hated. Laura did, and was humiliated when it made her orgasm in front of Alistair.

Over those two weeks, Laura let Alistair cum on her face a couple of times, but far too often she had meetings or other engagements where she simply couldn’t risk having semen glistening on her face, no matter how well she massaged it in. And so she was forced to trade more things to Alistair for the right to suck his cock and swallow his sperm. She traded away her right to wear clothes of any sort in these counselling sessions, agreeing to get completely naked for their play. She agreed to document her sexual activities for him each day at her desk in exhaustively pornographic detail, to be placed on her file. And finally she agreed to take her lunches in his office as well, eating naked at his feet as he masturbated to another orgasm. At first he let her take these lunchtime ejaculations in her mouth, but he soon moved to the much more degrading path of cumming on her food, and then making her eat it. In principle, Laura knew a sandwich dripping with sperm should be disgusting, but in practice she liked the taste, and began to look forward to having Alistair flavour her lunchtime meal with his semen. She didn’t even care that he photographed her, kneeling nude on his office floor and enthusiastically swallowing a ham-and-cum sandwich, or made her confess in writing to doing it afterwards.

Laura was raped twice more by Candy during this period. Each time, Candy followed Laura into the toilets, then pushed into her toilet stall for a discrete, violent fuck. Candy was clearly deeply conflicted about wanting sex from a woman, and she took that conflict out on Laura. The first time, she caught Laura in mid-urination on the toilet. She used Laura’s hair to pull Laura to her feet, piss still dripping from Laura’s cunt, and began to viciously pinch Laura’s clitoris while slapping Laura hard across the face. Laura, confused and frightened, offered no resistance, merely beginning to cry. Once Laura was crying, Candy pushed her back to the toilet seat, and then raised her skirt and pushed her cunt into Laura’s face. Laura obediently began to lick, once again enjoying the sweet artificial flavours Candy had applied to her twat, and continued until Candy shuddered and moaned and orgasmed.

When Candy left, Laura took some comfort from the fact that today was a day she had Alistair’s cum on her face, and she briefly fantasised about Candy getting impregnated from rubbing her twat against Laura’s face.

Throughout that first time, Candy hadn’t spoken at all, but on the second occasion Candy was more vocal. She pushed Laura’s face straight against her cunt, and as Laura licked, Candy called her a lezbo slut and a whore and a slutty bitch. After Candy orgasmed, she continued to hold Laura’s face against her groin, and after a little while she began to piss. Laura, surprised, let the first spurt spill across her face and wet her shirt, but soon she had her mouth plastered firmly against Candy’s pisshole, and obediently drank Candy’s urine. It was disgusting, and she didn’t want to do it, but she feared that people would know what was happening if she made a noise, and feared that Candy would hurt her if she resisted, so she meekly swallowed the piss and tried to ignore its acrid taste.

*At the Mayim Clinic*

Laura’s training at the clinic continued, now assisted by her training collar and home TV.

The collar was proving particularly effective at reframing Laura’s thoughts. She found herself quite naturally saying “slut” or “bitch” instead of girl now, referring to herself as a “cuntlicker” instead of a lesbian, and describing her body parts as her “rapeballoons and sluthole” or “bitchmelons and cumcatcher”. The clinic gave her spoken-word assignments before each session, and additional ones as homework, that concentrated her mind on the relevant words. Mostly they would give Laura a topic and ask her to find her own words, but sometimes they would provide Laura an article and ask her to read it verbatim. Barely a week and a half into her collar training, Laura found herself crying when given an article about feminism, refusing to read it, refusing to look at it because of how much pain she knew she would receive. They made her read it anyway. Laura sobbed as she was forced to say “women’s rights” and “equality” and “feminism”.