***Dear Reader, wow was the previous chapter enjoyable to write. Took me a bit longer to get chapter 5 out than I wanted, my apologies. I'll try to get more consistent updates published. I hope you're enjoying the characters, and feel free to leave feedback etc. This chapter is has some recap and more setup in it, though it will contain it's fun for sure ;) ***
Tabitha pulled into the driveway of her apartment, she was shocked it was almost midnight. She was riding an adrenaline and dopamine high beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her mind was racing. Absolutely nothing made sense anymore. Having gone through what she just did, most people would be completely traumatized, or headed to a police station. But not her. She wanted to go back right now. She wouldn't even recognize herself if she could see herself a week ago. Butterflies dashed about in her body, she was elated.
Looking at the clock, she realized she was on the morning shift at the coffee chop, Crazy Mocha. It was a smallish franchise coffee shop, super cool atmosphere, pretty laid back generally, but she would have to be there by 6am, and a feeling a dread crept over her. She loved her job, and her co-workers, but it didn't seem worth it at all, not with her new job.
Her new job...
She reached over and picked up the folder of papers that Cynthia had given her on the way out. It was a job offer (and accompanying contract) to be a full time sex slave of the S&M Research Group. Ava would be her manager, for lack of a better term, and she would set her schedule and lay out her "job duties." Her main job duty, of course, would be pleasing Ava.
She was expected to be there often, but Ava would work around her schedule with school etc. They would pay her $1000 per week. She could consider the studio a second home. On top of that, she would be able to fulfill special requests from clients which generally paid about $2,000. Not to mention 4 weeks paid vacation and full medical.
Cynthia had also given her a list of special requests before she left adding, "Tabitha, you're wildly popular with the clientele, if you feel like just doing special requests, the pay is great and looks like there might be no end to it. Take a look through these when you get home."
The top page was a list of the requests: Brutal pussy whipping - $3,000, Gangbang with creampies, all holes - $2,000, Intense fisting and deep probing - $2,000, Urethral & Medical Play - $2,500, Speculum play with hot wax filled holes - $1,500. All of them sounded amazing and moistened her pussy. (*Let me know in the comments if any of these sounds fun*)
As a slave, her duties could be pretty mundane, from vacuuming, to general clean up around the building, to paperwork, and everything in between, though she would be naked, videoed and likely tortured in some way while doing it. It would also include helping on set, being a part of other people's scenes, and helping the other researchers. Even doing her homework could be sexualized. Above all, she would be expected to be completely obedient to Ava too while there, but could still use safe words.
"This is a huge commitment Kitten, I know," Ava had said to Tabitha before they parted ways, "I'm not allowed to see you outside of here, and I want you to be mine. Take how ever long you need to decide." Ava had kissed her so passionately. Tabitha touched her lips and could still feel the kiss.
Tabitha wondered if Ava's contract really precluded her from seeing Tabitha outside, or if Ava just made it up. Either way, it didn't really matter. The idea of being able to replicate this past night almost every day of the week made Tabitha's heart flutter and her pussy wetter. She wasn't sure if she was just a full on pain slut, nymphomaniac or just loved bringing home a purse full of money. She guessed that didn't matter either, or it was simply all three. Regardless, they set up an appointment for her to get tested, to make sure she was clean, and get an IUD inserted Saturday afternoon, after her shift at the coffee shop. It was probably a good thing to do anyways.
The contract had so much to it, she would need to read it completely. It forbid her from having any sex outside of S&M Research, it specified Oral Sex, Anal Sex and Intercourse, but still required weekly testing. She was also required to be on birth control, and they wanted it to be an IUD since it was immediate. That was something Tabitha knew she needed no matter what, and one way or another she intended to have a lot more cum enter her body.
Tabitha had a lot to consider. She grabbed her phone which she had left in the car all the whole time she was helping with Ava's research. There were some texts from friends, the usual, "party is here, I met a boy" stuff. Sam had even sent her several messages sounding concerned. There were also a couple texts from her casual hook up, Jeff. Last time they had sex was over 2 weeks ago, and not surprisingly he sounded horny, "Hey Tab, what ya up to tonight?" at 7:02, then "Tab, babe, miss you, hit me up." at 8:31. "Where are you Tab? U ok?" at 9:58.
He was a good looking tall guy, though her heart felt elsewhere now. She remembered him opening up to her one night in bed after he had cum that he was really hoping she would do some kinky things with him. He mentioned a few kinks that should couldn't remember now, but she did remember him asking if she thought it would be fun to be dominant over him, but at the time she just giggled and played it off. Now she understood, "What if I told you that we could no longer have sex, but maybe I'd like dominate you?" she sent.
She grabbed her things and headed into the apartment. Her body really was sore, almost top to bottom. Her legs were still aching from the bondage. Her tits were throbbing and her nipples still felt like they were still being gnawed on. Oddly her pussy felt the best of all her sensitive areas, and it was tender from abuse this week. The most strange was she could also feel her insides, she felt like she was constipated, or really needed to go, but definitely didn't, everything felt moved around.
Opening the door to the apartment, she wasn't surprised to see Sam sitting on the couch, again watching some TV and sipping a drink, maybe it was a tea since she didn't smell chocolate.
Sam looked over with a smile, starting in her normally delighted voice, "Hey Ta..." then her voice changed as she noted Tab's roughed up appearance, "oh Tab, you okay? Looks like you had a rough night?"
"Yeah, I uhh," Tabitha sort of trailed off. She wasn't wearing her shoes and her long white socks were not pulled up at all. Her dress was matted and wrinkled. The button up shirt she had was mostly all unbuttoned. And probably what Sam really had seen was Tab's makeup all smeared, as her eyes had been watering a bit, crying and makeup never mixed. Tabitha imagined her hair looked wild and disheveled too.
"Yeah, uhh," Tabitha had not thought about this moment at all, "Jeff and I were together is all."
Sam sat up a bit, obviously startled, "Jeff stopped by like two hours ago looking for you."
"Oh..." was all Tabitha could manage. She felt ashamed and froze like a deer in headlights.
Sam's face seemed to wash over with sympathy, "Tab, babe, it's obvious something is up." Sam shifted a bit, and put her tea down on the table, "I talked to my dad and told him you were struggling a bit. He gave me some extra money. I got our rent hun, and he seemed really concerned, said he'd help more if needed."
Given Tabitha's new hyper sexualized view of the world now, she realized Sam's dad just thought she was hot. She quickly remembered his lingering looks and quick offer of help while they were all moving in. Tabitha couldn't help but grin, "Oh my god, that is so so nice of you Sam!"
Tabitha ran over to the couch and gave Sam a hug. Sam returned it.
"But are you really okay Tab? Tell me what's going on," Sam asked her. This was really the most concerned Sam had ever looked or acted. Normally she was pretty chill and unobservant.
Tabitha sat down on the other couch and put the rather bundle of papers that was her sex slave contract down next to her, "I uhhh." Tabitha had a hard time starting. She really wanted to tell Samantha. She wanted to tell someone. Hell, maybe she'd go talk with Tom since he already knew. Actually, with him just filling her with cum, she felt compelled to ask him questions. But she wanted to talk to a friend.
"I did end up finding a job, Sam..." Tabitha felt so nervous. Sam and her weren't particularly close. They had found each other on a college site specifically for finding roommates, but Sam and her got along really well so far. Maybe they were friends? If Tabitha told Sam what was going on, she was dreading be ostracized though, or Sam moving out, or any number of things.
"Are you... stripping?" Sam asked quietly. Tabitha felt like Sam looked genuinely concerned or interested.
"Ummm, not exactly. I uhhh, I'm participating in a research study," Tabitha felt relieved to even get that far.
"Research, what kind of research?" Sam said as she grabbed her tea again and shuffled her body a bit towards Tabitha, practically leaning in.
Tabitha couldn't help but blush thinking about the past two visits to the "research" group, "It's uh..." she wondered if she should lie, say they were having her look at ink blobs and telling them what she thought they were, she then thought maybe she could tell Sam it was the kind of research where they shock you for getting wrong answers. The idea of them shocking her suddenly turned her on, she imagined them connecting electrodes to her distended nipples, so hot.
"Sam, do you promise not to freak out?" Tabitha asked hesitantly.
"You can tell me babe, I promise," Sam said reassuringly.
"Okay, it's, umm, sexual research," there, Tabitha had said it. She felt relieved.
"Sexual? Like what? Babe, you have to tell me more," Sam still looked highly concerned, but also very inquisitive. But then she turned more soft, "I mean, if you want to. I don't mean to pry if it's something you don't want to talk about."
"I really do want to tell you, you've been so awesome these months, it's been such a wild week Sam. Look Sam," Tabitha grabbed her small purse, opening it, she pulled out a stack of hundreds. Sam's eyes got a little big seeing all the money, "the pay is unbelievable, and I'm really enjoying it. Its some crazy stuff though, and I'm worried about just freaking you out."
Sam sat back a bit, astonished, "So it's not just like basic sex stuff huh?" Sam took a quick sip of her tea as Tabitha shook her head, "Okay, I'm ready, I promise not to freak out, tell me it all."
"So okay, please stop me if I get too detail, it started Wednesday. Remember when I sat in the car all weird when you picked me up?" Sam nodded, "well that was my first experience. It was crazy Sam. They start by having you pick a "researcher,"" Tabitha brought her fingers up to emphasize the air quotes, "I picked a woman named Ava, she's so amazing."
Tabitha stopped for a moment, then looked down, then around the room real quick, then back at Sam, she realized she was about to tell Sam that she was a lesbian, or at least bisexual, she wasn't sure how it all worked, "Um yeah, well they let you pick what research you want to do, what body part they would focus on, or what kink you would allow them to explore, and it's all really hardcore stuff. Sam, I've barely had sex prior to this."
