Dear readers,
I apologize that this chapter is a little shorter than the others. I have an idea of how this story will end now, but combining this chapter with the conclusion would have created an exceedingly long chapter.
You will have a hint as to how Danielle's saga will wrap up at the end of this chapter, but please send any requests or thoughts to me via the contact tab of my Literotica page, or by posting comments below. You may notice that this chapter incorporates a request that was left by a commenter on the previous chapter. I do like to oblige my readers!
Please enjoy.
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"What!?" Danielle yelled from her knees in front of Peter. "I'm not going out like this!"
This was crossing a line, she thought. Sure he had crossed many lines with her, but they had all been in a private home or apartment. Now he expected to parade her out on the streets with her tits covered in cum? She resolved to make a stand.
At the same time, Christy reappeared behind her and grabbed a fistful of hair. Pulling Danielle up into a sanding position, she offered a warning.
"Now slut, is that any way to talk to your master?" Christy grabbed the strap-on, still wedged in Danielle's sphincter, and pulled it out. Danielle went weak in the knees as it happened, and realized that she was not in the best position to negotiate. What had she become, fighting to maintain decency with a dildo up her butt?
Peter reapplied the collar to her neck and clicked the leash in place.
"Come now, pet. It's time to show the world who you truly are. You trust me, yes?"
"I trust you, Peter, but I don't think I am ready for this."
"Let's see how you feel after you get dressed," he suggested.
Christy had slipped her arms around Danielle's chest, holding the pink satin bra in front of her. Danielle slipped her arms through the loops and let Christy secure it in place.
"Now the dress," Peter ordered. "No panties."
Christy helped Danielle step into her dress and brought it up over her chest. After Danielle laid the shoulder straps in place, Christy led her to her full-length mirror. She was ashamed at what she saw.
She looked upon her reflection and only saw a cheap hooker. The tight dress she had picked out for Peter screamed 'whore,' her hair was plastered to her forehead, and she was glowing from her orgasm. He legs were slightly bowed from the ass fucking, and to make the image more literal, there was a Jackson Pollock of cum splattered all over her breasts, framed by the black of her dress. The collar and leash weren't helping.
Peter walked up behind her and gently grabbed her by the elbow, almost in a mentoring, supportive fashion.
"It's time, my pet. It is time to face the facts about who you have become. Trust me, you will feel liberated after exposing your inner self to others."
He grabbed her leash and started leading her towards the door. Danielle's mind was a tornado, unable to focus on anything lucidly. Was she really going allow Peter to do this to her? She did trust him, as he had certainly helped her find a part of herself she didn't even know she was looking for. But this was too much.
Peter unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped out into the hallway. But as Danielle approached the threshold, she heard footsteps coming down the hall outside her apartment. Both of her arms shot up to the doorframe, stopping Peter's momentum. The leash was held taught between his outstretched right hand and her neck, but Danielle was petrified, and refused to yield.
The volume of the footsteps increased until the two twenty-something males, seemingly fresh out of college, walked past her open doorway and took in the scene. Danielle's heart was beating faster than it ever had as the two men surveyed the situation. Her gaze darted back and forth between each of their eyes, but they were not looking into hers. Instead, they were looking at the leash, which they followed to her collar and down to her cum stained breasts.
They were too stunned to speak, and instead turned their stares to Peter, as if seeking permission to join in.
"Boys," Peter addressed them. "Do you know Danielle?"
"Nah," said one of them. "I mean, I've seen her around, but I didn't know her name."
"Did you know that she is addicted to cock?"
The boys gagged on their breath at the words.
"Peter, please," Danielle whispered, lowering her face towards the floor. Christy was snickering behind her, and refused to allow Danielle to hide her gaze. She grabbed her hair close to the scalp and pulled her head backwards until she was looking directly at the young men.
"It's true," Peter continued. "She is addicted to cock, and the only cure is cum. She takes it up the ass, and isn't afraid to fuck multiple dudes at once. You could probably come over here any night, and she would let you take turns boning her, so long as you promised to spank her ass while doing it. How does that sound?"
