Cost of a Dream

Note: I started this soon after I finished the first part, but got majorly side tracked. I figured it was best to just publish this now instead of wasting any more time mending the then and now into a more cohesive narrative. Hopefully, you still enjoy it.

----- A Terrible Dream -----

Alice wakes up in her own bed with a splitting headache. Confused, she tries to remember how she got home after last night. She can't. On her nightstand, she sees that someone has left her a glass of water and a bottle of Advil. Her? The boys? Conrad? Steve Malone? Alice shivers at the thought. No - it is obvious. Alice places 2 Advil into the palm of her hand. This was just a terrible dream. She has been under a lot of stress lately - the whole world has. She just had a terrible dream. Alice looks to the cheap clock radio that has served her well for the last 20 years - 11:10. Alice is shocked. She hasn't slept in that much in - well ever. She takes the Advil with a quick swig from the water glass.

Alice walks into her master bathroom. She takes a long look in the mirror. Her hair is a mess. She coughs into her hand - her breath is vile. She is a mess. Alice looks to the rays of sunlight breaking in through her blinds. God has given another beautiful day - best not to waste anymore of it. Alice begins to get undressed for a nice hot shower. Where are her underwear? Alice recoils as if a pickpocket had grabbed her wallet. Where are they? She pokes her head back into the bedroom as her heart begins to race. She stares in her naked form in the mirror. Her mind flashes back to the box from the gym - her body covered in those disgusting fluids. She thinks back to the men.

As if by reflex, Alice dives for the toilet just in time before vomiting - hard. Her guttural screams echo in the small bathroom. After what felt like an eternity, she falls to her ass on the tile floor - the cool tile radiating upwards through her body. A small tear falls down her cheek. Was it real? What happened last night? Alice's introspection is interrupted by the sound of her 2 sons arguing in the hallway about what to have for lunch. She ducks into the shower and turns on the water.

Alice emerges from her bedroom after a bit and heads for the kitchen looking for something to fill her now empty stomach. Her route takes her through the living room - currently occupied by her 2 sons.

"Mom, you look terrible." her youngest offers before looking to his brother.

Her oldest son scolds her, "Mom, are you ok? We have really been worried about you? Last night - Drinking? You have never done that."

Alice's eyes squint in confusion as she says, "I'm sorry. I... don't remember... I don't really remember last night." She casts her eyes to the floor and wraps her arms around herself.

"Yeah, we were starting to get worried about you - but then that new business partner of yours called. He said you were out celebrating together. I don't know where you met this guy Mom, but he doesn't sound like the kind of guy that would visit the store." her youngest quipped.

"Steve Malone" - her oldest filled in the blank, "I think his son Jake is on the school football team."

"That's it. He wanted to make sure that you remembered to check your email first thing in the morning. He even made me write it down." he passes a sticky note to his Mom.

Alice is suddenly not hungry anymore. She says, "Well, I guess I should check my email real quick." She retreats back to her bedroom.

----- Terms and Conditions -----

Once out of sight of her sons, Alice felt her shoulders start to shake. Her pace slowly quickened as she headed for her computer in her bedroom. The haze of the morning had finally lifted. Last night happened. It had all happened.

She picked the laptop up off her nightstand and opened it up. After taking a minute or two to boot, she was greeted by her browser home pages - including her email. She saw mostly advertisements and invitations to church seminars or retreats, but timestamped at 3:00AM was an email from Poker Champ - "Our Deal."

Alice,

I'm sure the night before might seem like a blur, but I want to assure that it did happen. All of it happened. Now before you start to get defiant, I want to explain some things to you. Attached to this email, you will find a few things:

* Multiple examples of you consenting to what happened - both text and video

* A copy of the video itself - for your viewing pleasure

* A copy of your latest statement showing your debt cleared - congrats

As you hopefully remember, you are the prize of the winner - me. Each of us run this a little differently. You should consider yourself lucky that Wes' hot streak ended. My arrangement is simple - you do as I say for 1 week. Follow the rules and everyone forgets what you did. Cross me - you will be the most watched porn video of 2021. I hope that is clear.

- Poker Champ

Alice scrolled through her inbox for any other email, but found none. She started to click through the attachments Steve had mentioned. Tears started to fill her eyes as she read the multiple instances where Conrad had given her an out - but she had asserted her desire to do take part. There was even a short video clip from the gym prior to her time in the box. They must have had cameras everywhere. It was for the store. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at her rent account statement with Conrad - 3 months of back rent and fees were paid in full. The store was safe. As she asked herself the cost, she saw the video file.

Alice double clicked on the video file - it was titled "Dream.mp4" Her laptop fan kicked on as it struggled to load the file. When the media player finally opened, the clip length was reported as 3 hours 48 minutes. Alice shook her head. It had felt like an eternity. It was only 4 hours? She clicked the play button. The screen came to life with her naked body. The metal dildo had just start pumping into her body. She watched as her body involuntarily bucked with it. Watching it happen made her body feel dirty all over again. She skipped ahead. Alice watched herself learning to deepthroat. Her body is dripping with fluids she doesn't want to identify. Through the speakers, she hears the wet sounds of the cock probing deep into her mouth and the satisfied grunts of its owner. She skips further ahead. Alice watches as she was ravished by the metal dildo. She stares into her own face - watching her pupils roll into the back of her head.

Alice's youngest son knocks at her bedroom door and pokes his head in - "Hi Mom!"

The intrusion sends Alice into a convulsions of confusion, shock, and embarrassment as she slams the lid of the laptop closed while also declaring that she was brushing her hair. "What is it, hun?" she finally asks.

"We are going to head out to meet some friends. Everything ok?", he asks.

Still flustered, she says, "Ok, that is fine. Be home before dark."

Alice waited a moment or two longer than was rationally necessary to confirm that her sons were not going to return home expectantly before lifting the lid of the laptop once more. Her inbox was empty. The email was gone. She didn't understand it - how? It was there - she was certain.

----- The New Business Model -----

As Alice finished her hastily cobbled together brunch, her phone chimed.

A text from Poker Champ, "Meet me at your store. Wear the outfit from your photo."

Blood rushed to her face. Alice felt breath quicken. No, this can't be happening. She smelled the musk and wood from the night before before she started to hyperventilate. The room began to spin as small tears began to collect in the corners of her eyes. She can't handle this.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry." - Alice responds after regaining some semblance of composure.

"I'll give you a couple minutes to reconsider." - He responded with a picture attachment loading soon after. The image showed Alice at her worst - naked with a mixture of cum and vomit dropping down her body.

Alice contained her gasp with a hand while her body quivered in fear. After a moment, she found herself defeated. She slogged her way over to her bedroom and peeled her clothes off once more. Her "outfit", if she could call it that, was barely that. As she pulled everything on, she was quickly aware of how exposed she was. Going outside like this, even leaving her bedroom, was scandalous. Her feet were rooted to the floor. She grabbed her bathrobe from the bathroom before heading to her car. She was both upset and surprised it was even there - they must have brought her home in it.

After a short drive with only a couple street folks giving her side eye for her bathrobe fashion, Alice arrived at her store. A small smile reached her lips when she saw that the eviction warning from Conrad was no longer on the door - perhaps God had muster up a wind to cheer her up. Once inside, she found a letter from her feudal lord, Conrad. It was her rental account statement - paid in full with zero balance. Alice cried. A noise deeper in the store brought her back to reality.

"Who is that? Who is there?", Alice squeaked.

"Remove the robe.", the darkness demanded.

As her shoulders slumped, the robe did most of the work. Alice let the robe fall to the floor.

"Nice shoes.", the darkness laughed before adding, "You will fix that before we next meet."

Alice looked to her dingy tennis shoes. She strangely felt shame. Why? She didn't want this. Before she could process the situation, she replied, "I'm sorry. I'll do better."

"Sir.", the darkness barked creating a small echo in the store.

"I'm sorry, sir.", she muttered.

Her skin began to tighten under coolness of the strong - the struggling HVAC long overdue for replacement. Her nipples became spikes on her sagging breasts pushed up by the cup-less bra. The g-string was snuggly splitting her in half along her ass and labia. The cold could not penetrate the warmth in her cheeks as her exposure hit home.

"Come to the back.", the voice beckoned.

Alice headed to the back of the store where she typically would keep her modest inventory. Post COVID, she had worked to move the bulk of it back home for her poor attempts of online sales. The room was empty save for the small bathroom. Steve Malone was waiting - The Poker Champ. He was dressed like a Tech CEO. The t-shirt advertising a band she had never heard of. His smile would have been charming under different circumstances, but she knew better.

"Drop to your knees. Spread them. Hands behind your head.", he spoke slowly while approaching her.

Alice posed as instructed. She felt like a piece of meat - a piece of merchandise. What was he going to do to her? What was he planning? She thought back to her time in the box. Could it be worse?

"I'm sure your mind is already panicking. Don't worry. I'm here to help you.", he gestures to the room, "COVID has not been kind to your business. I can help you with that. Conrad mentioned eBay. We can do better." Steve crouched in front of her before showing her his smart phone. "I would call this a prototype. I would welcome your feedback on the style. I tried my best. I entered what inventory I could find.", he stated while touring her through the site.

"It's beautiful, sir.", Alice cried. What game was this? If she wasn't practically naked in her storeroom, she would have seen this as a moment of God's grace. She felt her warm tears roll down her cheeks and land on her cold breasts. Her knees started to hurt as Steve showed her more of the site.

"I'm glad you like it. This teamed with a proper adverting strategy could definitely net you more than enough business. We make good partners, don't we?", he smiled before running a hand through Alice's hair.

"Yes, sir.", she whispered as fear began to dominate her mind.

"Show me how grateful you are.", he ordered as he stood and unzipped his fly.

Alice looked up in terror. Her mind frozen. This couldn't be happening. He fished his hard cock out of his jeans and leveled it with her mouth. Her eyes cycled from the precum collecting at its tip to his expectant gaze.

"Awh, Alice, have we forgotten our place? Good cop or bad cop? It is up to you.", he stated matter-of-factly.

Alice parted her lips as her body started to uncontrollably tremble. He entered her mouth while she held her pose. Her knees burned with pain. Steve placed a solitary hand on her head guiding her rhythm. He took her deeper. The room filled with echoes of her gags and disgusting slurps. Her face quickly became a mess of drool and tears as he purposely extended her humiliation.

Alice tried her best to clear her mind - not focus on the present. Steve, however, would constantly bring her back with conversation. He owned her. Alice realized it completely now. The box would be her life for the entirety of this week. Or so she thought, until Steve said, "Drop to all fours. Keep your legs spread." He pulled his cock dripping with her drool from her mouth.

Confused, Alice lowed her hands to the floor. Her shoulders and knees were enjoying the change of weight distribution. She tried to clear her mouth as best she could as she felt something adjusting her gstring. Alice froze.

"What are you doing?", she squeaked.

"Nothing to worry about. Just do as you are told.", Steve replied while probing Alice's anus with his finger. "Just as I thought - very tight. Let's work on that.", Steve quipped before pushing his fingers into her ass. At first just one, but after a few minutes he switched to two.

To Alice, it felt like she was being sodomized by a baseball bat. She squirmed as best she could, but was fearful of what would happen if she broke her instructed pose. At one moment, Steve landed a hard slap on her bare ass before telling her to stay still. Alice mustered what strength she could before she felt the inevitable sensation - Steve's cock entering her ass. He let out a deep moan as he slowly slid his full length inside her. Alice felt every millimeter. She held her position like a statue. Hoping he would be finished quickly.

Alice recalled talking about sodomy in church groups and at bible readings. It was dirty. It was a sin. It was a practice of homosexuals and degenerates. She gritted her teeth - not just because of the pain - but for her sin. She could never have those conversations again. She was unclean. Each pounding pushed her breathe out like a bellows. Alice quietly started sobbing as Steve continued to violate her.

When it seemed like this would go on forever, Steve finally unmounted her. He commanded her back onto her knees. Alice's body refused to move. She shook, but couldn't muster the strength. Steve grabbed her by the hair and turned her head to face him.

"I said 'On you knees', my little slut.", he barked.

Her lower half ached, but she managed to lift herself back into position. Steve again levelled his cock with her mouth. Alice recalled the stench of one of customers from the box. It almost made her retch. She looked hard into his face - the most defiance she could muster.

"Forget your church friends. What will your sons think? They are at that age, you know. Watching porn. I'm sure they would quickly find your video when I post it. Do you want to find out?", he scoffed.

Alice parted her lips and went deep on his cock once more. Her gag reflex hit with a vengeance, but Steve took no notice. He forced Alice to keep his desired pace. At times, she gagged. At others, she vomited. The fluids spilled from her lips and dripped down her body mixing with her tears and her sweat. She wished herself home. Why was this happening? Hadn't she been a good girl?

"That is a good girl. Behave yourself and this will all work out.", he grunted before flooding her mouth with cum. Alice gagged before coughing up cum onto her breasts. Steve laughed at her. "The site goes live tonight. I want you to send me an itemized list of your remaining inventory, so that I can get it entered into the new system. In addition, I have a small todo list for you.", he motioned to a sheet of paper taped to a shelving unit. "Tomorrow, you start your new role as the store's Entertainment Liaison."

Steve pulled his cock back into his pants before zipping up. Alice was still processing everything that had been said and done. Her knees had become rooted to the floor. She listened to his footsteps as he moved behind her towards the store proper.

"You may get up after you hear me leave the store.", he stated.

After a moment, she realized he was waiting on her response - "Yes, sir."

The seconds dragged on. Her shoulders burned. She felt a steady stream of something dripping down her chin and off her breasts onto the concrete floor. Her anus throbbed dull waves of pain as it fought to regain its previous shape. Finally, she heard the bell of the front door. She collapsed - landing in her own disgusting drippings. What had just happened? What will happen? Heavy sobs shook her body as she rolled into a ball on the floor.

A draft made her todo list flap against the shelving unit. Alice crawled towards it. She didn't expect something so formal, but it was typed and detailed.

I expect the totality of this list to be completed by noon tomorrow. Failure will mean punishment. Let's start things off on the proper foot.

1. Go to the lingerie shop on 23rd Street. Ask for Vincent. Tell him you are looking to start an OnlyFans and that I sent you. I want you to pick 3 new sets of lingerie.

2. You will be clean shaven at all times. To be crystal clear, that means legs, arm pits, and pussy. If you need help with the latter, talk to Crystal at the nail salon. Same deal as Vincent - she will take care of you.

3. There is a package waiting for you at the Courier stop on Main and 7th. Give them your name and the password is "Deepthroat." The contents of that package should be with you at all times.

Scrawled in pen at the end of item #1 was "2 sets of 'fuck me' heels." Alice frowned at the sudden vulgarity, but saw it as a last minute addition after her footwear mistake. Alice climbed to her feet reading over the list for the 3rd and 4th time. Each item seemed almost impossible for her. Getting the lingerie for her husband had been a personal struggle of its own. She looked down at her bush covering her genitals. She had never even considered shaving there nor know where to start. The last item was the most concerning. Alice's mind flooded with images of Pandora's box. What terrible things could be in there?

As her breathing and pulse finally steadied, Alice realized that she had better head home for her last task - her inventory. This had to all be worth it. The store will survive - no matter what. She turned to the door and noticed that her robe was no longer on the floor. Steve took it? Alice took inventory of her body. She was a mess - but she was also practically nude. How would she drive the 15 minutes home naked? She began to panic once again. Could she risk it? The sun was coming down - it would be dark.

After taking a quick look through her inventory, she found a couple old "My Birth Control is Jesus" t-shirts from a church fundraiser a couple years ago. She used one to clean up and the largest one she could find as a nightgown. After taking a moment to survey the parking lot from her storefront, Alice moved quickly to her car. Her mobility impacted by the pain she still felt from her ass. She saw and heard no one. She was going to make it. Where are her keys?

Alice collapsed on the steering wheel. She didn't have her keys. They were in the pocket of the robe. She couldn't walk. She ran her hands through the cup-holders and dashboard collecting spare change. She had just enough for a late night bus ride. Alice looked over at the near by bus stop as tears began to well in the corners of her eyes.