Jennifer Becomes a Whore - Epilogue

Just a short wrap-up of Jennifer's (and Jenny's) story, as requested.

Where we left off at the end of Jennifer Becomes a Whore -- Day 2:

Even with the solution tattooing to break down the ephemeral ink faster, it still took several months for the Marlon's Bitch tramp stamp to totally disappear. The cat's paw tattoo on her breast never faded.

Phil questioned why the larger tattoo had disappeared, but the small tattoo on her breast still looked fresh. His wife smiled at her husband. "Oh, Jenny asked them to make it over with permanent ink. She didn't want it removed."

"Jenny wanted? What are you talking about. Why did you have them make it permanent?" Phil was confused.

"Well, Jenny thought she might need it." Jennifer turned to go back to the kitchen. As she turned, she reminded her husband that tomorrow was Girl's Night, so she'd be out late.

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Jennifer and Phil had worked over the past months to get their marriage back on an even keel. It had taken over two months for Jennifer's vagina and especially her anus to return to a pain-free normal. Jennifer had been hoarse for nearly a week, after two days of almost constant deep throating. Then there was the ever-present reminder of the fading "Marlon's Bitch" tattoo and the bright, newly re-tattooed cat's paw on her left breast and the new "Phil's Stake" marking her mons.

Jennifer blamed Phil for her two nights of prostitution, although she had to admit that she herself had signaled him to go ahead with the bet that delivered her to her pimp. Still, it was the $10,000 that Phil already owed Marlon that they were trying to recoup. Hence the resentment she felt for Phil.

Phil loved his wife, despite the images he would carry forever of her belittling her first challenger in the "Size Queen Competition", as Marlon (and the subsequent video) had advertised it. She had called her challenger's dick puny, and it was at least 3 inches longer than Phil's own in length, and in girth? Maybe double. If she now thought that was "puny", how could he ever satisfy her. Ashamed and disheartened, Phil only held his wife and caressed her gently for the first months after Marlon had pimped her out.

But the fourth month she was home, Phil and Jennifer had finally resumed their sexual activities, although it was nowhere near the vanilla sex they'd had before his wife's "adventure." It was initiated by Jennifer, in whose ear Jenny had been begging for some kind of sexual activity. Dildos and masturbation weren't getting it done, so Phil would have to provide some relief.

Jennifer was much more aggressive and demanding, and Phil enjoyed his wife's new abilities at deep-throating and anal sex. He wasn't as receptive when he thought Jennifer was hinting that they should bring in extra partners. She never came right out and suggested it; it was the continuing suggestions at how much Phil would enjoy expanding their experiences, and how hot Julie was. Since he thought they were doing just about everything that two could do, there seemed to be nothing else left but a desire for a more open relationship. Phil didn't want that. He still had nightmares about watching his wife take on those final challenges her last night as a prostitute.

Then Phil found out there was more a couple could do. One night, his wife ordered him up on his hands and knees on the bed. He was surprised. Jennifer had been more aggressive and had now often directed him during their sexual activities, but this wasn't the same. This was barked, like an order on the parade grounds. To hurry him along, a hard smack was delivered to his butt cheek.

When he tried to look behind him to see what was happening, another smack was delivered, harder, with the order to "Look ahead! Don't you dare look at me." A shiver ran through him, although his erect penis dipped and bounced beneath him. This didn't sound like his wife.

And it wasn't. Phil had never met Jenny before, who Jennifer had kept suppressed since returning to the marital bed, although aspects of her personality now leaked into Jennifer's persona. But now, impatient with the bland vanilla diet (which to Phil had seemed kinky), Jenny had pushed forward and taken control of their body. She had plans.

Phil jumped as a greasy finger massaged his anus. He jumped off the bed, shouting, "No way!"

Jenny sat back on her heels and challenged Jennifer's husband, "So you can sell this body and are okay with cocks stretching every orifice, fucking them raw, and letting it be paraded around in front of a bunch of perverts, but a finger up yours is a hard NO?" Jenny shouted that "NO" with her eyes flashing in anger. "If you ever want to touch this body again, get you wimpy ass up on that bed."

Phil's jaw dropped open. He'd thought that they were getting back to normal, getting over that horrible bet, but now his wife was threatening him again. He couldn't lose her. "But" he argued, "But I'm not gay!"

Jenny smiled an evil smile; one Phil had never even imagined his wife was capable of. "Do I look like a guy to you?", she asked, thrusting her pelvis towards him, her labia on display. "Don't make me tell you again."

As Phil reluctantly returned to the bed, he didn't see Jenny picking up the strap-on. "If you don't want me to finger you, that's fine. I won't." Then she laughed a laugh that sent another chill up Phil's spine. A moment later he was pleading hopelessly with his wife and screaming, as she planted the greased dildo up into Phil in one thrust. Jennifer, watching from behind Jenny's dominance, winced in guilt at her husband's shrieks. She knew just what it felt like but was powerless to stop Jenny.

Despite this new activity, which thankfully Jennifer rarely indulged in, and strangely apologized for after each occurrence, Phil felt that they had weathered the storm, and he vowed to do whatever Jennifer needed him to do to get back to normal. He might walk tenderly some days at work, but it was worth it to have Jennifer back.

He also promised never again to gamble. He'd stopped going to his poker night, stop seeing those "friends". Those bastards didn't hesitate to take advantage of his wife when Marlon offered her pussy to them. And Bill! That lecher had brought his pimp to the games, hoping for a chance at Jennifer. Phil thought they could all go to hell.

When Jenny later returned to poker night, Jennifer wanted to tell Phil about the latest news about Bill; she thought it would make him feel better. But she couldn't, not without exposing Jenny and her recent activities, so Phil was kept in the dark, out of touch with his old friends.

Jennifer was content with her marriage. Sex with Phil had always been okay, but honestly? Rather bland. She hadn't really known that until Marlon had started selling her, but she knew it now, so she had introduced some kink to their couplings, although nowhere near the kink the resurgent Jenny demanded of her husband. Phil still had a long way to go before he would regularly satisfy either Jennifer or Jenny, but she was confident that she'd get him there. She was hoping to get him to open up to some extra company in bed. She thought that he'd enjoy Julie, and agreed with Jenny that the dream was to see Margo pegging her husband. Just a dream of a little revenge, a pegging gangbang maybe -- she'd had her asshole stretched, why shouldn't he? She laughed at the thought. It would be fun. Jenny shouldn't be having all the fun. Still, she felt remorse whenever Jenny abused her husband, and found herself apologizing whenever she regained control. Still, as Jenny kept whispering to her, the bastard deserved to suffer a little.

And surely, he'd enjoy playing with Julia, Towanda, and Margo. Plus, once he was having fun with her sister-whores, she might be able to indulge some of the dreams she had about Horsedick and his ilk. It wasn't just Julie who dreamed of being filled.

Despite the resentment she felt for having to bail out her husband with her body, she still loved Phil, and wanted him to father her children. They were planning to go off the pill and begin their family soon.

The fly in the ointment was Jenny, who figuratively was sitting on Jennifer's shoulder critiquing the sex whenever she was with Phil. To start with, Jenny really was a size queen, and Phil's 5 inches ("SIX!", Jennifer insisted), didn't do it for Jenny. Plus, Phil had one speed, a pitiably slow, churn that had Jenny screaming in Jennifer's ear, "FOR GOD SAKES! Make him MOVE! HARDER! HARDER!"

Then Jenny was always whispering how Phil's performance might be okay if she had a big cock up her ass while he was slowing stroking his penis in her cunt. She had Jennifer laugh out loud one night when she angerly moaned, "He's churning fucking butter in your cunt, Jennifer! You should go out and fuck 10 guys, then you'd be able to have him make you some cum-butter!"

There was no doubt that Jenny was restless. She wanted some big dick, and soon. To make it worse, she kept repeating Marlon's phone number in Jennifer's ear, and not just during sex with Phil. All day, sometimes.

Marlon had shown up a few days after Jennifer had returned home. He had a check for her, for $2000. He said it would have been more if she had been working for him freely, and not paying a betting debt. "Hell, I don't even have to give you this, but damn, girl, you are one impressive whore!"

"No, I'm not," Jennifer protested.

"Girl, I've seen you work. You are something else." Marlon insisted.

"No," Jennifer repeated. "I'm not. Jenny is."

Julie had told Marlon about Jenny. He hadn't really believed it, thinking it was just Jennifer's way of protecting her ego from the degradation he had submitted her to. But now, it sounded like Jennifer thought she was a real, separate person.

"Well, give Jenny my card," he said, offering his calling card to the young wife. "I'm getting a lot of requests for a session with the girl from the videos. Jenny would be a very popular whore."

Eventually, Jennifer had given in to Jenny and had let her telephone, Marlon. Happy to have access to Jenny, Marlon quickly agreed to the conditions that Jennifer had negotiated with Jenny:

1. Jenny wouldn't work in Marlon's whorehouse.

2. No more markings or piercings.

3. No regular assignments. Jennifer was willing to let Jenny work the special requests that the videos generated or various special events, like bachelor parties.

4. Jenny needed her size queen fetish serviced.

Within three months of the initial call to Marlon, Jenny had over $30,000 in the bank account she had opened with Marlon's $2000. The account was in Jennifer's name -- the bank would only open the account in the name on her driver's license.

Jennifer didn't want to be a whore, no way, no how. Jenny, though, wanted cock, a bit of strange, maybe a little pussy. So, they came up with their compromise.

The requests Marlon was getting from the video sales would be handled as a live sex show. Rather than just gangbangs or BDSM events, which might leave marks that Jennifer couldn't explain to Phil, she wanted to put on live sex shows for them. Jenny wanted to have Horsedick from her second night at his house, together with another well-endowed friend, to join her. They'd take her anyway they liked, or anyway the perverts paying to watch suggested, and those video perverts could pay through the nose for the privilege. That ensured Jenny of her size queen fix and would allow Marlon to collect from the in-person audience, and to stream it on a pay channel as well. Additionally, he and Jenny could charge extra for any sex acts that the johns wanted to have performed on stage by the "actors", or later with Jenny, personally, afterwards. Jenny reserved the right to refuse any act or john she wanted to. Jenny would be in control, always. Sometimes Creepy Carl could come, and Julie was always up for a little girl-on-girl action with Jenny. The johns could experience the action from the videos live.

It worked well. Jennifer rationed sex with Phil, so she could easily put him off if Jenny stretched their shared vagina too much. Or she would service him orally or anally. And Phil accepted the odd girls' night out, since there was no set pattern or regularity to them. What suspicions he did have were easily cowed with a good attack: "You sell me to a pimp and then you don't trust me? Maybe I should just go..." Jennifer never got to finish the threat. Phil was always cowed by the thought of losing her.

In the beginning, everything went according to plan with Jenny's activities, except for two exceptions. Marlon allowed one in-person watcher to fist Jenny, after she had been stretched out by Horsedick and company. This was not a rare request -- guys seemed fascinated that they could sink their whole fist inside her.

Jenny actually thought that was funny and kind of thrilling, until this asshole decided to see how hard, fast and far he could shove his arm up inside her. He brutally pounded her insides three times before her screams alerted Horsedick and Marlon to pull him off (and out) of her. She had trouble walking the next few days, and Jennifer was still feeling aches over a week later. Marlon had taken her to a doctor who assured her that she was bruised but not broken.

The asshole couldn't say the same. Horsedick had broken his leg, pushing his knee outward until it had snapped. His friends had taken him to the hospital, aware that if he filed charges with the police, they would all be outed to their families and employers. Marlon was confident that everything would be kept quiet.

The other exception was Bill and his poker buddies. When Bill had found from Julie that Jenny was back in business, he approached Marlon about having her at his poker game, which had continued even after Phil had dropped out. The guys were all willing to contribute to Jenny's fee, even to an increased fee, to have another go at Jennifer.

When Marlon approached Jenny about the idea, Jennifer pushed to the fore and vehemently opposed the idea. "Not that bastard, Bill. He's the one who made me a whore!"

Marlon saw what was happening, and grabbing Jennifer by the shoulders, shook her, demanding, "JENNY! JENNY!" until the girl came to the fore, smiled and said, "Yes, Daddy?" Marlon then sternly told her that she was his whore, and she would fuck whomever he directed her to. Jenny meekly said, "Yes, Daddy" again, and Jennifer, while crying, "What about the compromise?", wasn't allowed any more say in the matter. Jenny had taken control and liked to be submissive to her pimp.

That first poker night, no card was dealt, although 'poker' was the theme of the night. It was Jenny who put the 'her' in 'poker'.

That night, it was a gangbang, a rushed one Jenny found very unsatisfying. The boys were impatient to have at her, and so rushed without finesse or real sensuality. They were like little boys who hurriedly gobbled down a treat, afraid someone was going to take their cookie away from them. And not one of the poker players was above average in length or girth, and the sex was of the "slam, bam, and thank you, ma'am" variety. Although Jenny reveled in being a whore over Jennifer's futile objections, she didn't relish being treated like a cheap one or being left unsatisfied. As she used a towel to wipe the drippings from her crotch, she addressed the group:

"Listen, boys, if you ever want to do this again, things are going to change. I'm going to be telling you what to do, and when to do it." She sneered at them. "No more of this jumping on and humping. Let's get a little adventurous with double penetrations," she scanned the group with her eyebrows raised, "maybe some triple penetrations?" The guys started elbowing each other and nodding their heads enthusiastically. "Maybe even a little girl on girl action, if you'll pay for my friend, Julie?" Now the boys were salivating. "Maybe then we'll even get a little kinky. What do you say?"

She brought Julie with her the next time, and they put on a show, then easily handled the 5 players, first Julie in a DP and Jenny in a TP. After a rest period and a beer, they rotated their groupings.

Jenny didn't go to every poker night, rotating with Julie and Tuwanda, an amazon hooker who pounced on Bill and rode him like a bronc rider. Later, Margo joined the mix. When Jenny did go, she wore her dominatrix outfit and directed the boys, putting them through their paces with a little cat-o-nine-tails whip and a firm voice. The Tuwanda introduced the boys to ecstasy, and Jenny used it to prod them into some boy-on-boy action. She took special pleasure in asking Bill how he liked it up the ass.

Turns out, he didn't mind at all. Bill was surprised to learn that he enjoyed sex of all kinds, and that he even had an unsuspected submissive streak. Jenny felt that Jennifer had gotten some revenge on her Judas friend. Especially when Margo came with her strap-on, or the one poker game when Jenny brought Horsedick along. (How Jennifer longed to show Phil pictures of that night!).

Jenny's activities had no regularity to them, no set schedule, except Thursday afternoons she belonged to Marlon. That too was part of the agreement. She'd come to the house and service him and later his friends, in any fashion they desired. Her services to Marlon were free, his due as her pimp. Whether or not he collected from his friends, Jenny never knew. Sometimes, her monthly check would include something more than she expected, sometimes not. If they were tips from grateful customers or payment for Thursday services, Jenny never knew. Since Jennifer wanted no part of whoring and Jenny wasn't in it for the money, the checks didn't matter. And as the Thursday sessions went a long way to satisfying her size- and sex-hunger, Jenny never questioned payment.

Then there were the new movies. Jenny would receive word from Marlon to go to a film studio, and there she'd act out a script where she was humiliated and used by the largest pricks she had ever seen. Pricks in more ways than one. All these "actors" were in Horsedick's range, but without his personality. Their job in the videos appeared to be finding out just how much Jenny could handle, in size and humiliation. Her videos topped the charts.

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Bill was kneeling with his hands cuffed behind his back, bending over a bench with his ass in the air. He was dressed in a mesh body suit which hid nothing and allowed complete access, while his mouth was forced open by a black leather spider gag. His cock cage was clearly visible in the mesh suit. He winced as the dominatrix flicked the whip at his raise buttock, to bring his attention to the cock approaching his face.

Bill was in his fourth month of submission to his mistress, Tuwanda. She'd come to the poker games to fill in for Margo and had recognized a need in Bill that even Bill hadn't suspected. He never thought of himself as anything but straight, but watching Jennifer being forced to perform by Marlon, and being helplessly taken by man after man, had caused his penis to painfully inflate. He began picturing himself in Jennifer's place when he masturbated and even when he was balls deep in Jenny on poker night.

When buzzed on ecstasy on game night, Jenny had mounted him with a strap-on, and then encouraged the other high-flying poker players to apply the real article to him. He ejaculated three times before they were all done. He'd been embarrassed at the memory the next day, but when Margo filled in for Jenny the next game night, he almost salivated at the sight of her strap-on. No drugs required.

When Jenny showed up with Horsedick, Bill's fantasies about being in Jennifer's place were fulfilled. They didn't tie him down, but he pretended he was, at least to himself and he could almost feel Jennifer's tits swinging from his chest as Horsedick battered his bottom. He even fluffed the others who were waiting their turn at Jenny that night. It was to become a regular thing.