Vicki spent the night in Janette's arms. Eventually they moved to her sister's bed. Vicki knew Sarah wouldn't mind.
They arrived back at the house in time to get the briefing. They were all flying to a special VIP event. Be packed for forty eight hours. Be prepared for sex.
The specials loaded up in an SUV. McKayla and Liz drove them to a private airport. There was awkward silence during every moment of the drive.
The CEO, Margarette, met them on the tarmac, next to a waiting Cessna. It was only the second time Vicki had seen her.
The girls poured out of the SUV and collected their things.
"OK ladies," CEO Margarette said. "Listen to me very carefully."
The girls lined up. The morning was cold, but at least there was no wind.
"We are going to a resort. Everything you need will be provided. There are very important people at this event. You will not recognize any faces. You will not remember any names. You never met these people. Ten years from now, when you're successful and rich, you will not bump in to an executive and remind him of that one time ten years ago when he fucked your brains out. Do we understand?"
The girls nodded.
"OK then, take your clothes off and leave them in your bag," she said. "Once you're inside, we take off."
The girls stripped down. Getting naked had lost some of its novelty. They just went through the motions.
"Not you Vicki," Margarette said. "You stay here."
Janette gave her a look of concern. Vicki shrugged.
The other girls walked naked up the stairs into the plane. When they were out of earshot, Margarette started to speak.
"I've heard you've been very naughty," she said. "You are aware there is a tribunal waiting for you at the resort?"
"I am," Vicki said.
"And I am to understand you had unprotected sex multiple times?"
"Not by choice," Vicki said.
"Well that is a problem," Margarette said. "I can't let you bring clothes for... security reasons. I also can't have you naked due to this health concern."
Vicki understood. She had been living under the shadow that maybe those men had a disease. She was taking antibiotics and antivirals and had tested negative across the board. But no drug had one hundred percent efficacy, and no test was perfect.
"So we found a solution," Margarette said. "One you're not going to like, but one that amuses me."
Margarette reached into a duffle bag at her feat and found "the solution." It was a kind of black harness, with an obvious dildo / buttplug combination surrounded by black rubber looking material.
It didn't take much imagination for Vicki to understand the contraption's purpose. It was a harness designed to fill and cover her private areas.
Margarette put on surgical gloves and worked lube on and around both implements. Vicki watched, dread starting to build in her stomach. Could she get those objects inside of her? Yes, but did she want to?
When it was lubed up, Margarette passed it to Vicki.
"Good luck," she said.
Vicki took it without comment. It wasn't going to be easy. It was awkward and just a little stiff. If she focused on the buttplug in the back, the dildo in the front would flop to the wrong position.
She had to keep them both lined up, getting just the edge of the dildo in her pussy while pressing the other end against her asshole.
Vicki stood naked on the tarmac, taunted by the Autumn chill, trying to impale herself while a stranger watched and waited.
She knew that this weekend was a gamble, and her only currency was abuse. Vicki had accepted the cost but was sad that the misery started so quickly and that the other girls, especially Janette, would see her like this. It was so much easier when she suffered in private.
Vicki focused on the task at hand, pressure building against her ass until she gave way. She would never get used to that violation.
The tapered shape of the buttplug and the tightness of her ass propelled the whole assembly in to her. The dildo wasn't long, but it was unnecessary. Why didn't they just give her clothes?
"Splendid," Margarette said. "The board will love this."
The device did it's job. It covered her pussy and asshole and everything in between, but it also fit poorly. It was a little too big at the base, cutting in to her thighs and butt.
"And one more," Margarette said. She held up what looked like a ball gag, but the bit was oddly shaped, a little longer than other gags and not as wide.
"You really don't have to worry about me kissing anyone," Vicki said.
"That's not what this is about," Margarette said. "The other girls will be plenty busy while we are up there. We can't have them thinking you got off easy by breaking the rules."
So there it was. Vicki needed to be an example.
"I'll do the honors," Margarette said.
Vicki held her mouth open. Margarette slid it into her mouth. It wasn't so different than the buttplugs she had been forced to lubricate. It didn't pry her mouth open so much as tickle the back.
Vicki felt a wave of panic rise as Margarette buckled the harness in place. She wasn't gagging, but she also had no margin. If she moved too quickly or in the wrong way, she could trigger her gag reflex.
She straightened her posture and closed her eyes. Vicki concentrated on her breathing. She was OK.
Margarette completed the ensemble by handcuffing Vicki's wrists together. She used special cuffs that forced her wrists to cross over, which smashed her breasts together like a push up bra.
"Quite the striking image," Margarette said. "Say thank you."
Vicki mumbled a garbled "Thank you," just two moaned syllables.
Margarette lead her up the stairs. It wasn't agony so much as intense, demanding complete concentration to keep her balance and gag reflex in check, all the while distracted by the pistons shifting and moving inside of her.
Vicki only paused when she reached the doorway. She had some idea how she would look. Desecrated. A prisoner. Uncomfortable and distended. Weak.
She couldn't face her friends like. Couldn't face Janette. Her wonderful more-than-roommate needed to be spared this imagine.
"Keep going," Margarette said.
The worse part was their faces. Shock and outrage and concern. She wanted to tell them that it wasn't that bad, that she had experienced worse. But she couldn't talk. All she could do was concentrate on not gagging.
Vicki wilted under their pity, and hoped no one would notice her nipples and how hard they were.
Margarette sat her down in the chair across from her. All the seats had special covers, ready for nude bodies to sit on them and more. The extra weight from Vicki's body drove the implements deeper into her body. It wasn't torture, but it was uncomfortable.
"What the fuck is this?"
Vicki heard her sister's voice from behind. She dared not to turn and look.
Sarah was supposed to be here. Their plan depended on it. They needed her at the trial, and it only made sense for her sister to tag along.
Even so, Vicki burned with humiliation and shame. Sarah stepped around to face Margarette. Vicki felt her presence looming next to her, but she wouldn't look up. She wasn't willing to make eye contact.
Vicki didn't need to look at her sister's face to know it was her. Vicki was increasingly more and more familiar with her sister's wardrobe. At least Sarah was spared some dignity.
"Vicki has been a very naughty girl," Margarette said.
"Allegedly," Sarah said.
"I hear it runs in the family," Margarette said. "In any case, the girls are here for our entertainment. Vicki is... off limits for now, but it didn't seem right to leave her out of the fun."
Against her better judgment, Vicki looked up at her sister, looking for hope that she could bail her out just one more time.
Sarah's face was stoic, but Vicki saw something in her eyes, the smoldering rage, like the moment before she had launched her glass of bourbon across the kitchen.
And for a split second, Vicki wondered if she would do it again, if Sarah would end it all, maybe even their lives, by smashing a glass into Margarette's face.
"Well OK then!" Margarette said. "Sarah, feel free to enjoy the girls however you see fit--"
"Fuck you," Sarah said. The fire still smoldered. Vicki had no real understanding of the politics behind the House. For Sarah to be so direct meant something.
"Feel free to use the girls any way you see fit, except of course your sister," she said. Margarette leaned back and smiled.
Sarah looked down at Vicki. "You're going to be OK," she said.
Vicki could only nod. Tears welled up in her eyes, taunting her. With her hands bound, she couldn't wipe them away.
It was going to plan. She just had to endure.
"A little entertainment for the flight," Margarette said. "Kim, Haley. Make out until someone orgasms. Get as wild as you want, but no penetration."
The CEO hiked her skirt up and slid off her panties. She was older, maybe forty, but was clearly in dynamite shape. Only the crows feet around her eyes gave away her age.
"Janette, I would like to feel your tongue in me," she said.
Vicki wasn't so sure anymore that she had the capacity to love, but if those feelings still existed, then they existed for Janette.
The plane took off toward her uncertain future. Vicki watched her love bent down in front her, naked, cowered, forced to lick the pussy of a stranger. Vicki felt a deep and eternal shame that it turned her on so much.
--
The flight was hell, but it ended eventually. They landed somewhere sub-tropical. Maybe Florida, maybe Puerto Rico, she couldn't tell.
They unloaded the plane and piled in to more SUV's. Vicki had expected her clothes, or at a minimum to get out of the harness, but no such luck.
Bouncing along on imperfect roads, the dildo jostling and digging inside of her, Vicki wondered if this was her fate for the weekend. What if they never gave her a chance to talk? What if they kept her stuffed and gagged, watching mute while they decided her destiny?
Another wave of panic.
Vicki looked to Janette. Her sister had refused to take the other car, refused to be out of Vicki's sight.
"Oh-Kay," she mouthed. Vicki was going to be OK. Patience.
They eventually arrived at a sprawling hacienda. The grass was perfectly green and manicured. Low slung, off white walls surrounded the compound.
