Revenge

Terri woke, blinking at the ceiling, her body chilled before realizing she was laying naked on a bed, no sheet covering her, an IV in her arm. She looked around to see a room like a doctor's office. She sighed, wondering what was going on.

The door opened, a freckled faced woman about five feet tall in a lab coat entering to walk to Terri. She had out two fingers.

"How many fingers am I holding out?"

"In human form, two. If you were in your usual alien form, about a hundred."

The woman smiled.

"Nice to see you back, Terri. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Clearly? I was on a jog when a dart hit me and now I'm awake here. Everything else is a dream."

"Tell me about the dream."

She helped Terri to a sitting position, holding her as a wave of dizziness passed. Terri told her about waking in a metal box, in a metal room, with a large screen always on and facing her, the soft voice always talking, and the figures in cloaks who put in appearances.

Terri looked at her bruised and skinned knees and sighed.

"It wasn't a dream, was it, Debbie?"

Debbie took vital signs from her as she related seeing the kidnapping occur in the park, going to the Gregors to have them trace the van. Once it was shown Terri was led out of the van and taken indoors, they did a deep dive on the operation there, Debbie getting eight cameras and going into Terri's house to install them.

They couldn't do much in the two and a half weeks Terri lived behind the walls, but they could arrange a visit when the cameras gave proof of what Angie was up to.

"Angie?"

"Redhead with a snake tattoo on her left hand. Has a lot of job changes in her history until she started working for Dan and then got into an affair with him. You do remember thinking your fiancé was doing the wrong tango?"

"I remember. Is that why I was taken to my own house in my own car?"

"Yep, Angie is a bitch, but why pay rent if the man you're with is willing to let you have it all for no rent? Dan's always been a bit of a push over."

"Something I liked as he wouldn't argue with my decisions."

Debbie removed the IV, picked up a backpack and set it on the bed. Terri opened it to see her clothes inside, getting off the bed to get dressed. She wasn't embarrassed to be naked in front of Debbie or getting dressed. They had been best friends for years, developing busts together and learning about blood cycles every month. They were past embarrassment while still in middle school when taking showers after gym class. The only difference was Debbie going lesbian early, while Terri stayed straight. Batting for the other team didn't affect the friendship.

"Of course, now that I'm back, he might find he won't like my decisions. I might even sell his crap and offer him money to get lost."

Debbie laughed as she watched Terri slip a tee shirt over her head.

"You might want to change your mind on that. I'm not telling you the rest so you can make your own judgement."

Debbie filled her in on more as they went to Terri's house, Terri aware she had been brain manipulated when kept captive. She looked at Debbie as they stood in the front room, the wine glass still on the coaster.

"Why manipulate my brain? She already had my fiancé, why do this to me?"

"From what the cameras showed, she thought Dan was the primary breadwinner. She quickly found out he's lousy with money, you controlled it all to get his credit score up and left no passwords so she could steal what she wanted. She just needed to break you so you'd give her the money so she could pay some dark web people to assist."

An Uber pulled up outside, a woman getting out, removing a carryon just as the car started driving away. The woman didn't look up as she rolled the carryon up the driveway and into the garage. The women moved from the front room to the kitchen, Debbie all smiles, Terri confused.

The woman entered the kitchen, jerking to a halt as she saw them.

Debbie grinned, said 'watch this' softly before looking at the figure before them. Terri realized it was her fiancé, all dressed up, including a wig.

"Is this the position for an inferior to use when around Superiors?"

Dan quickly went to his knees, the carryon rocking slightly before remaining upright. The eyes were lowered, the makeup not hiding the shock on the face.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Debbie demanded.

"Superior, its name is Danni, and it is a maid for the Superior of the house."

"No, it is simply a maid, not worthy of a name. So far, neither of us see any reason to keep it around. It's attitude sucks."

Terri stared at Debbie, the normally easygoing person now demanding in tones Terri never heard her use before. Not even in their rare arguments as teens.

Before it could apologize, Debbie slapped it.

"The Superior here has left in disgrace, disgrace that it was to learn to be a competent inferior maid and failed in all respects. Thus, it was sent back. I am Mistress Debbie, this is Superior Mistress. I might be lenient as maid is showing to be too stupid for simple things, but Superior Mistress will be most painful in her reactions."

Terri leaned against the counter, feet apart, arms crossed, as she looked at her former fiancé shudder at the words. This might be interesting.

"Get your trash out of here and serve us."

Maid quickly thanked them both, still blabbering eagerness to serve as it rolled the carryon to another room.

"Where is maid's room?"

"Guest bedroom, spare closet." Debbie grinned at her, "Angie was a bitch, but she knew how to make him feel like he wanted to be obedient. All the outfits are in the closet, he sleeps in the closet, and knows a reward is to be allowed the use the rest of the bedroom. I doubt he realized Angie was never going to allow that."

They went to the front room, settling on the couch. Debbie smiled.

"You're welcome to move closer, I like kissing, not biting."

"You're a lesbian and I'm straight. Not sure either will happen."

"Never say never, Terri."

Maid came back out, dressed in a maid cap pinned to the wig on its head, a sheer black nightie barely covering to its ass, a small white apron tied around the waist. Garter belts held up the black stockings, its feet covered with pink wedges with two-inch soles. Maid curtseyed to them, awaiting a command.

"Maid is pathetic. Is that the best show of respect it can do? Superior Mistress will have its ass seeking out a tree if it doesn't improve."

Maid dipped lower, Terri sure her former fiancé would fall over. It didn't as Debbie kicked the maid in the shoulder.

"Stand up, useless, and show us its jewelry."

Maid quickly stood up, legs apart, as it raised the hem and apron up to the waistline. It showed the dick and balls were caged in metal. Terri also noticed the groin and legs were hairless. She glanced at Debbie who smiled at her.

"Angie seduced Dan, Dan went all submissive for her, and she wanted more. Once she had you darted, she discovered he wasn't in control of the money. So, she had Dan hauled off for its own training. Maid is the result even if it needs better training. I'm thinking bondage and cattle prods to get its attention."

Maid paled at the words, Terri remembering her own jolts as the figures tried breaking her. Tried? Terri had to admit they broke her, Terri crawling into the car to allow Angie to show ownership of Terri.

"Where is Angie?"

"Maid, go water the garden."

"Yes, Mistress, right away, Mistress."

Maid walked off, going outside before Debbie spoke. Angie was with the Gregors, a brother and sister who were friends with Debbie and Terri from high school. Terri got them out of a legal issue once, the siblings all over how to return the favor. Angie was being put through her own paces, willing to be a slave, would be eager to be a slave within a week. Terri wasn't interested enough to ask how or what would happen to the manipulative bitch.

Debbie picked up her phone, had Terri download an app to her own phone. Terri quickly discovered maid's cage had GPS as well as options to use. She hit a button, watching maid do a little dance before Terri slid the button up, the dance making maid do jerky moves as it tried to water the garden.

"Oh, this is fun." Terri smiled for the first time, "The little bitch will be sorry it cheated on me."

"Um, Terri? Remember how your experience seemed like a dream? Same as with maid. The group did you in one room, him in another, but the methods were the same from what the Gregors discovered. Danni the maid won't remember much about your engagement let alone your dating time."

"How is he going to go to work?"

"Angie was going to release him, Dan would go to work, return here to be Danni. Now that maid answers to us, anything can change."

Terri kept playing with the buttons, maid doing different moves depending on whether she hit a shock button or a massage button. Debbie started laughing as Terri pushed buttons, changing intensity, maid doing weird dance moves as it tried to continue to obey even if the hose jerked on the yard as well as the garden.

Having maid come inside, maid went into a deep curtsey, Terri walking behind him, reaching down to smack its ass several times, maid grunting a bit, but holding the curtsey.

"Maid likes the attention, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Superior Mistress."

"Maid would prefer to be in bondage, wouldn't it? Bet maid would love to do its chores while in bondage."

"Yes, Superior Mistress."

"Raise the hem." Debbie ordered, maid immediately raising the short see through going to its waist. Terri giggled at the sight of the caged dick dripping with excitement even though she had just spanked and humiliated her ex-fiancé.

Debbie rummaged in a drawer, coming over to put a binder clip on the end of the dick showing past the cage. Maid did an audible intake of breath.

"Keep it there."

"Yes, Mistress." The submissive tone was a bit pained with the clip in place.

"Show us what it has here for us to use on it."

Maid rose, walking quickly to its room, the women standing outside the closet to see three suits on one side of the bar, two other maid outfits and two dresses on the other side of the bar. A blanket was on the floor, a stocking filled with used women underwear being used as a pillow. The shelf of the closet held men's dress shoes, sneakers, and ladies' shoes, all thick soled wedges.

Maid opened a dresser drawer, showing various items on top of a layer of bedsheet. Maid was sent to stand in the corner, legs spread an arm's length away from the wall, leaning over to hold a pair of panties to the wall with its nose. Debbie and Terri explored the dresser and all its drawers, Angie amassing a good collection from their limited experience. Terri picked up a crop, going over to tell maid to thank her as she hit its ass, a yelp and thank you following. Four more times and Terri put it away.

Debbie picked up the nipple clamps, playing with the wheels to tighten or loosen them. Maid was told to put the panty away and heel, maid bringing up the rear as the two women arrived back at the front room. Debbie twisted its nipples a few times, tightening the clamps on each one. Then maid was told to clean the mess as the women went outside to talk.

By the time dinner was to be served, maid learned its standards were lower than expected and was learning to improve. A bungee cord was looped around its neck, the ends attached to the nipple clamp chain, forcing the clamps to pull the sore nipples upward. Its ass was red from the spankings, its arms tired as it had to hold full glasses of water with arms held out from the shoulder height.

Maid sucked on baby bottles of tap water, until its bladder was full, then had to beg to be allowed to piss. It was allowed to piss on the garage floor, stop mid-flow, both watching and joking as maid had to lick up its mess. Then it was all repeated.

The day was torture for maid, who was sent out after nightfall for a better class of shoe to wear, the pink wedges a disgrace to wear while serving Superiors. Once the GPS showed maid almost at Walmart, Debbie smiled at Terri.

"I don't bite if you want to cuddle."

"We've covered this. Not sure I want to have that kind of romantic relationship, Debbie. I just haven't had that great a month so far."

"I am dating dry and looking for some cuddles and an orgasm. You were just in training to serve a woman. Seems like a waste to not use that training."

Terri narrowed her eyes at her best friend.

"What, in all the years we've been best friends, do you think I want to ruin it by being your straight girlfriend?"

"I'm offering you comfort and assurances I don't cheat."

"Not convinced."

Debbie laughed.

"This might help you decide."

Terri blinked as she looked up at Debbie and her very satisfied look. A towel below her was wet. Looking down, Terri saw she was naked, a towel below her all wet. Her body was aroused, seeking some release.

"What?"

"You know me, always looking for the back doors. I simply gave you the words, you went into lesbian slave mode, and yes, I enjoyed both orgasms even if you need more work, but then you are straight."

"I hate you."

"I hate you more."

Debbie lazily stood, tossing the towel to the floor by Terri's knees. Debbie's dress fell into place as she stood over the naked kneeling woman.

"My towel is wet from your licking and my orgasms. Your towel is wet from sheer arousal of being a lesbian sex slave. You're still aroused even now that you are back with a thinking mind."

Debbie took a more dominate pose as Terri continued to stare at her.

"I see two choices. One, you are my romantic, loving girlfriend and willing to be so in public as well as private. Or the one you just experienced, my lesbian sex slave, eager to obey no matter what. One way means we hold hands, kiss, and show the world we're happy. Another way means you going to an adult store, happily buying a specific chastity belt and bondage bra. Both will vibrate, and you will have whoever is in the store assist you in getting them on. With both going full blast, making it obvious in your short skirt and small crop top, you will come to work to return my phone which I left in your car. Everyone at work will know how you dress and what you enjoy while on your day off."

Terri looked at her in astonishment. Debbie patted her on the head.

"One way means we spend the night cuddling in bed, being the best friends we've always been. Another way means someone making the internet by wearing the same short skirt and crop top but with an eighteen-inch vibrating dildo with eight inches inside your pussy, ten inches outside while longer than the skirt so anyone at the mall will see what is going on."

Debbie moved passed her, Terri turning on her knees to watch, her face still showing her shock at what Debbie was suggesting.

"I'm going to my car to get a suitcase, so I have a change of clothing. When I come back in, I expect to be either greeted by a woman who wants to show me how loving we can be or, if you prefer, greeted by a woman who desires to be a personal lesbian sex slave who loves to be humiliated in public. Your choice, Terri, so make sure you want this."

Debbie walked to the kitchen to go outside to her car.

Terri felt her heart beating quickly. Her mind kept racing between the two options, aware Debbie wouldn't allow any third option. She'd simply pick an option, mainly the sex slave one simply because Terri didn't select the girlfriend option. The slave option allowed Debbie to do cuddles as well as humiliate the slave. Terri shuddered.

The more Terri thought back and forth, the more her pussy spasmed with pleasure at the ideas in her head. Terri heard the car door slam shut as Debbie retrieved the suitcase. Terri still had the pussy taste in her mouth, still had an aroused pussy between her legs, still knelt on the towel.

She needed to make up her mind, which would be easier if her body wasn't getting so aroused at both suggestions. The door opened and closed, Debbie in the mudroom just outside the kitchen.

Terri stood up, her legs feeling week, her body flushed with need, her lips needing constant wetting. She faced the kitchen where she heard footsteps, knowing Debbie would be in sight in mere seconds.

It would really help if her pussy stopped twitching in pleasure at both ideas.