Women's Studies <i><b>Part 2: Chapter 2: Slutty Maggie</b> Copyright (c) 2018 by darwin1859@ymail.com. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License, see: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/ <b>Disclaimer:</b> This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in erotic scenes as 18+. This is Part 2 of a multi-part series (and was preceded by a parts 0 and 1); you should read the previous parts first. If you enjoyed this story (or didn't), I'd appreciate constructive feedback. I'm also looking for a good editor or two. If you like this material and want to help make it better, please contact me via email: darwin1859@ymail.com <b>Story-Codes:</b> mc nc M/f slow abuse humiliation revenge exhibition misogyny <b>Explanation of Story-Codes:</b> This chapter contains: nonconsensual mind control (mc); sex between a dominant man and a submissive or controlled woman (M/f); nonconsensual sex (i.e., rape); physical abuse; humiliation; revenge; exhibition, and misogyny. <b>This chapter is particularly brutal — more so than previous or future chapters.</b> This story is also slow (i.e., long segments of bad fiction writing get in the way of raw sex scenes). Also, for your enjoyment, I've inserted an few typos and grammatical error. <b>Series Synopsis:</b> Maggie falls under the control of her ex-husband, David, who humiliates her by manipulating her to transform from feminist activist to subservient, make-up-wearing sex worker. <b>Chapter Synopsis:</b> David in large part has his revenge as he coaxes her further into her transformation into a "stereotype gender role" woman. Maggie is humiliated in various ways David realizes that this "Maggie project" is affecting his marriage. <b>Special note: This chapter is especially brutal, even compared to previous or future chapters.</b></i> ***** <b>Chapter 2: Slutty Maggie</b> It was lunchtime when Maggie got back to the office. Marilyn Rollins flagged her down as she made her way to her office. "Jessie Reyes wants you to call her," she said. Looking closely at Maggie, Marilyn asked: "Are you OK? You look like... I don't know... like you've seen a ghost or something." She laughed nervously. "I'm feeling a little under the weather," Maggie lied and she had trouble looking Marilyn in the eye. The intense embarrassment still burned hotly inside her. "Could you see if Jessie has time on Monday?" Jessie was a work colleague. She was a visiting scholar on sabbatical from Western Utah University and really good person, a really strong woman, but she could be a little exhausting. She and Maggie were doing a study of female STEM students from underprivileged backgrounds. She'd also been bugging Maggie to have dinner. Maggie wasn't sure, but it felt like it was more than just wanting to make a professional connection. She didn't feel that she has the stamina for Jessie right now. She made it to the refuge of her office, closed the door, and sat down and tried to calm her mind. She had a 2:00 meeting with Larry Moreno to talk about a grant; she'd need to postpone so she could meet David at her house. She wondered if she should text David and cancel meeting him. But she had asked for his help and canceling felt like she was jerking him around. Besides, she was in no state to meet with Larry. She wanted to take some time and try to re-center. Also, she knew that she should record her thoughts and feelings about the episode now, while they were still fresh. She looked at the journal with disgust and turned instead to her laptop. She shot a quick email to Larry asking that their meeting be moved to Monday. She only had one class at 1PM. That done, she forced herself to open the journal and re-read her interview notes. The woman who had seen her naked in the bathroom at the coffee shop was crystal clear that Maggie was a trashy whore. The memory of the disdain in the woman's face was hard for Maggie to bear and she started to tear up. 'So, this is what it's like to be part of the world of sex workers?' Through her misty eyes, Maggie felt good about the project. She felt like if she helped one poor woman trapped in the sex trade, it would all be worth it. Maggie forced herself to introspect about her feelings and to record them. It had been humiliating to do a strip tease for David and then to sink to her knees and give him a blowjob — even worse that it was in a public bathroom and she still had the willies about what kind of filth or disease she might have touched with her bare feet or her knees. That blowjob wasn't anything like making love, it was like abuse, but Maggie reflected that this was the reality of sex for so many women. Maggie finished her notes and then she spend some time meditating, to try to make the bad feelings go away. * * * David Warner walked into his apartment and heard TNL (The Night Life) playing. That sucked, because it meant that Rachel (his new bride) was feeling down. David was genuinely concerned about Rachel, but the problem that loomed larger for him was that he had come home in the middle of the day to fuck his wife's brain's out. If she wasn't in the mood... David was more than usually hungry for sex because he'd deliberately avoided intercourse for the past week in anticipation of fucking his ex-wife. Twenty minutes ago, he had, indeed, had a glorious climax and pumped a huge load of salty semen down his ex-wife's abused and sore throat. Now, he felt invincible and was hungry to break his sexual fast with Rachel by ripping her clothes off and pounding her pussy. David was also curious what the fast would do for their sex life. He imagined that they'd have really good sex, since they hadn't done it in a while. He had hoped that she'd be eager as well because one week was an eternity in their sex life. Only at the very beginning of their relationship had they gone even a few days between sex. Even when they spent a week at her family's compound in Stonington, they'd fucked daily and sometimes more often. Not that he'd cut her off. David really liked oral sex and he'd gone down on her daily but he rebuffed her desire to ride his cock. This morning, she'd been particularly vocal and he hoped she was still in the mood. He found her in the kitchen, preparing dinner. "What are you doing home, Dave?" she asked. 'Dave!' he thought, 'that's not good...' "Is something wrong?" "No," she said with roughly the same tone you would use for saying "Thanks" to a cop that was handing you a ticket. She stood with her back to him. "You're— It's just that you listen to TNL when you're down, and—" "Nope. Nothing's wrong," she said, but she kept her back to him. 'Fuck!' he thought. "Listen," David said, moving his body in front of her. "Whatever's wrong, if it's something I did, then I'm really sorry. If it's your family or something like that, you know I'm always here to talk or listen." He caressed her face. He could see that her eyes were red and puffy. "But here's the thing, I kinda came home to rip your clothes off and fuck your brains out and I only have—" David was going to say that he only had about an hour, but he was interrupted when she threw her arms around him and kissed him. Then she grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. "Davey, get your dick out NOW!" she ordered. "Because you have no idea how much I've missed this cock..." and she started violently removing her clothes. David managed to get his pants unfastened and his zipper down when she'd shed the last bit of her clothes and she violently yanked his pants and underpants down and jumped on top of him and started rubbing her pussy against his semi-rigid cock. David had been seeing her naked body very regularly for a few months and it never got old. She was stunningly beautiful. Other beautiful women were green with envy when they met Rachel. A dry, academic part of David's mind wondered what, exactly, about her made her so goddamn attractive. But then his Id came along and said, "Bro, WHAT the FUCK!?! Look at that body man!" and the Id punched the dry, academic part of David's mind and he stopped having dry, academic thoughts for a long time. "Oh, Jesus! Davey, you have no idea how I've missed your cock," she moaned. His cock had gotten hard almost immediately and she impaled herself on it. "Oh, GOD! That's good!" she hissed through clenched teeth. She started grinding herself against him and snapping her hips back and forth, rubbing the tip of his cock against the back of her pussy, which drove them both nuts. Her pussy was hot and wet. If he hadn't splashed his seed down his ex-wife's throat 20 minutes ago, he might have come already because Rachel was going ape-shit on his hard cock. No cowboy ever rode a mechanical bull with more vigor and joy. Her breath was beginning to catch in her throat and she was beginning to scream dirty talk. "Oh FUCK YES! This is MY COCK and OH FUCK! Do it! ... Oh Jesus! Ohhh JESUS! OH! OH! OH JESUSSSSS DAVVVEYYY FUUUUUUUCK!" And with that, Rachel doubled her insane pace and David was seriously worried that she would break his dick off. But it only lasted a minute before she was screeching unintelligibly at the absolute top of her lungs. As she came, her pussy contracted hard around his cock. There was no way David could withstand that and with a loud groan he came too, fucking upward into Rachel. She collapsed on top of him, still grinding herself against him slow but steady. To David's surprise, she started crying. Tears were dripping onto his face. "I-I t-thought— I thought you didn't want— I mean, I guess because I'm pregnant— Why haven't we had sex in like a week!?" David kissed her. He felt guilty and he held her tightly to him while he flipped both of their bodies over, with his dick still in her. He pressed his weight down on her and kissed her. She moaned and wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him to her. "I'm sorry baby," he whispered while he started thrusting into her. "It's nothing like that. I didn't mean—" "Ssh!" she interrupted him. "Davey, just make love to me. That's what I need. Oh Jesus! Your cock feels good!" David's cock grew hard again. He started thrusting hard into her again. He lifted himself off her and pinned her arms above her head with one hand while he pinched her nipples with the other. "Oh GOD yes!" she hissed. "Pinch those nipples! Pinch both of them! Hold them together and pinch them! Oh God yes!" Rachel's breasts were a bit larger now that she was pregnant, and they were good-sized before that. But they weren't so big that the nipples could really touch together. But David somewhat cruelly pinched one with his hand and he sucked hard on the other. "Oh fuck! MMMMMMMMM that's good. Fuck me hard. Take me!" "Whose pussy is this?" David asked, releasing her nipple. "Oh, God, it's your pussy..." she moaned. "Who owns this pussy?" He was pounding her pussy now and panting a bit. "It's yours, Davey! It's your pussy! Pound that pussy baby! OH GOD!" David loved it when she talked dirty and he loved how her body shook when he pinched her nipples. In fact, everything about her turned him on: the color of her pale skin, the smell of her shampoo. The way she breathed heavily when she got close to climax. "Do NOT STOP!" Rachel bellowed. "FUCK that pussy! FUCK IT! FUCK ME! FUCK FUCK GOD FUCK OH JESUS FUCK! I'm coming! OH JESUS I'M COMING!" David was almost there himself and he kept pounding her while her body shook under his. He kept pounding her as her pussy convulsed around his cock. He had no choice at this point because he was so close, so close. He couldn't stop if he tried. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH YES!" David came. It was that much better for being the second. "Oh NO! OH NO NO NO!" with surprising strength, Rachel pushed them both over and she started riding his cock. "You FUCKING OWE ME— OH FUCK! OH GOD! YOU OWE ME SEVEN— OH FUCK! OH JESUS! I— I— AHHHHH!" Rachel's body went rigid and she quaked on top of him. Then she feverishly ground herself against him a few times, then shook again and made heavy breathing sounds. She repeated this a couple times and then went limp. "Roll over!" she whispered loudly. "On top of me. I want to feel you on top of me right now." David gripped her tight and rolled over again. "Oh god that's good!" Rachel sighed. "Lay on top of me and hold me." She started caressing his back. "I'm not too—" "Ssh! Let me feel you on top of me," she whispered quietly. "Let me just listen to your heart beating. It feels so good to be under you. I've missed this feeling of being pressed into the bed..." They lay like that for a while. As hungry as David had been, it was sweet bliss to be equally well spent now and to lay in her arms. He decided he'd lay there on top of her until she wanted to get up. He started kissing her neck. She made a noise like purring and turned to expose more of her neck to him. With one hand, she pulled his head against her. They lay like that for a long time. When David finally had to leave, he apologized that he needed to be out tonight. It was a research thing. He promised that they'd have more regular sex and that they'd spend lots of time together this weekend. Reluctantly, she let him go do what he needed to do but she made it clear that she wanted him home as soon as possible. He assured her that he would be home just as soon as he could be.. * * * Maggie had been partially successful in repairing her mood when the alarm on her phone went off. 'SHIT!' she thought. 'I need to get going or I'll be late!' She hated being late because it felt like that meant that you didn't care about the person (or people) that you were meeting — as if their time wasn't important. Maggie jumped up. She grabbed her purse and her journal. But as she was trying to run out the door, Larry Moreno, was suddenly in her way. "Hey, Maggie, I was looking for you—" "Larry! Hi!" Maggie made her friendly-but-dismissive smile. "I can't talk right now, I'm really late..." But Larry didn't show any signs of moving. "It's just that that grant report is due next week and we haven't discussed the division of labor—" "Larry, I can't—" she pushed past him, then turned. "Look, why don't you decide what parts you want to do and I'll do the rest, Ok?" She didn't wait for a reply but turned and walked quickly to the stairs. "I also had this—" Larry tried to catch her attention, but she was already walking down the hallway. "Ok Larry, send me an email" she called over her shoulder. Larry was left standing in the hallway looking bewildered. Maggie drove as fast as she could to her home, just a couples miles off campus. Unfortunately, David was there waiting, looking at his watch and scowling. "I'm sorr—" she began. "Listen!" David interrupted. "I have a new bride to go home to... Let's go... Open the door." Maggie fumbled with the key, finally letting them into "her house." It was "hers" in the sense that she'd retained ownership after the divorce. David had actually purchased the home before they were married. Maggie's lawyer was really good at her job.. It was more like a cottage, with a cozy entryway that led off into the house. There were stairs to the upstairs bedrooms and a little door that led down into the basement. Of course, there was also a double doorway that led to the living room, which was small (all the rooms were small) but had great character with exposed beams and wood paneling. The attached dining room wouldn't seat a large party, but it would hold six or seven good friends. There was a small galley kitchen, open on one end to the living room and on the other to the dining room. There was also a full bath and, in back of the home, the two "back bedrooms." The master bedroom and bath took up most of the second floor, with a small mother-in-law studio on the side. The basement was half finished with a large game room and some storage and mechanical stuff in back. Really, it was more room than Maggie needed all by herself, but like most homeowners, her needs had expanded to fill the space. She had converted one of the main floor bedrooms into a home office and the other into a meditation room. She stored some stuff in the extra upstairs room. Maggie was content in this cozy, rustic old house. The spare key was hanging from a hook next to the mirror in the entryway, just as David remembered it. He slipped it into his pocket while Maggie was distracted. "So, I was thinking..." David said. "You should get comfortable in your skin. And the way to do that would be to not wear clothes when you are home. You know, only wear clothes when you're going out to campus or something. Otherwise, you should be nude. It will be empowering. Take your clothes off." Maggie was annoyed to be told, again, to strip by her ex-husband. Who did he think he was!? But she pushed that down. David was just being helpful. She had asked for his help. And it might not be a bad suggestion. With a sigh, she started to undress. She got down to her underwear and David was just sitting there, eying her like a slab of meat. With a large sigh, she removed her bra and then she wiggled her panties down. "That's good," David said. He made a circle in the air with his finger. "Turn around slowly for me." Maggie was embarrassed, but he'd seen her body a short while earlier today. "It hasn't changed!" she said, trying for a jokey tone but coming across rather more sharply than she intended. She slowly shuffled in a circle. "No," David said thoughtfully. "It hasn't." He looked at her critically. Maggie was 29 and in fairly good shape. But the last few years of sitting at a desk had made her gain a few pounds. She could use some time at the gym. She was petite (only about 5' 4"), so her weight of 155 pounds made her seem a little overweight. She could probably drop 10 pounds and still be on the fleshy side of her ideal weight. Naked, she looked very ordinary — nothing at all like his Rachel. But she did have a fairly large ass, which David liked. He missed that ass. Her breasts were good-sized but they drooped a bit and she has large pale pink areolas and large pink nipples. David hadn't seen that many breasts in his life, but Maggie's had to be two of the palest. She should consider putting make-up on them. Nude, she didn't have any cleavage, but she did have a nice hour-glass figure with wide hips and a narrow waist. And a cute face. Not glamorous, but attractive in an elfin sort of way. She could use some make-up. Actually, she needed a make-over as her dirty blond hair looked like she hadn't styled it in years. It was too short and matronly for such a young woman. He'd make her grow it out. He'd look forward to it being long. He'd make her get on all fours and he'd pull on that hair like it was a horse's reins. "Hot Pink!" David exclaimed, snapping his fingers. "You would look great with hot pink hair." Maggie just stared at him. "Listen, you asked for my help. Make an appointment. Discuss shades of hot pink with the stylist. Let's see how it looks. You'll thank me, I'm sure." Maggie sighed. She couldn't imagine having hot pink hair, so that meant, of course, that she should probably do it. She mentally added that to her list of things to do. David then made her put her hands behind her neck. As he feared, her pits were hairy. Her legs were hairy. She had a full pubic bush that was growing a line of hair towards her belly button. Yeah, that all had to go. "Now, the first order of business is to take some nude photographs," David said briskly. "Your journal entries said that you plan on getting laser treatments so I think we should have some 'before' pictures," and David went on to explain his idea to do some photo shoots in the house and then "we'll see what happens." He'd brought over his good camera with his lenses so he could do telephoto shots, as well as close-ups. "Now, we'll want to get you a professional photographer at some point but I'll be the photographer today. You need to try to, well, 'perform' for me. If I say something like 'Smile sweetly' then you need to do your best to find a sweet smile for me. And you need to be open-minded. You should think about your body being my sculpture. But it's like you're sculpting it to my specifications, because you have to move your body and pose. So, I guess I'm saying: 'try to work with me.' That's important." The first thing David had Maggie do was to drink a large glass of water; he wouldn't say why but he made sure that she quickly drank every drop. Then he had her go get all the lamps in her house and set them up in a corner of the meditation room. She had to rummage around to find a power strip and extension cord to plug them all in, but when they were all lit, she was impressed how light the room was. Then David produced a model release contract and had her sign two copies. Even though David was impatient to begin, she was reading it and getting nervous and angry. "This says that you own these photos and can do whatever you want with them including showing them on the web and selling them!" she complained. "Yes, this is a standard model release. This is how it works. The photographer owns the photos," he said matter-of-factly. "Well, then don't you owe me payment for my modeling work?" she countered. "Good point," David pulled out his wallet and gave her a single dollar bill. "You should make sure you negotiate your fee upfront. Since I'm just doing this to help you out, I'm going to pay you a nominal amount of $1." She took the bill and stared at it. Even if it had been hundreds of dollars, she had trouble understanding the horror of accepting money for the embarrassment of someone else owning nude photos of yourself. But then she sighed; this was what hundreds of women did each week to make ends meet. "Also, I'll need you to initial here and here, indicating that you've received payment for your modeling." She initialed as indicated. He gave her a copy of the paperwork and put one copy in his bag. The two of them then cleared a corner of the meditation room so that he could photograph her against a blank background. David had her get her yoga mat and do various yoga poses nude. She did "mountain" standing straight with her hands at her side and David photographed her front, side, and back. He had to get her to suck in her gut for a lot of the shots. He shot her twice, once smiling and once neutral. He also did some close-ups of her pussy, chest, and face. He was reminded that she had very pretty eyes. That inspired him to plan on getting some point-of-view blowjob shots with her pretty blue eyes looking up at the camera. Then he had her do "chair" in which she thrust out her fat ass. He took a lot of different angles, even getting on the floor and shooting up at her broad ass. He enjoyed making her hold the painful half-crouched position. Then "downward facing dog" which had her bent at the waist with her feet and hands touching the floor. This was a good pose with her big ass sticking up and her tits hanging down and David took many shots. She really had to suck in her gut to get good pictures. Next was "warrior" which looked almost like a ballet pose with fairly widely stretched legs and her arms held out before and behind herself. He got some good close-ups of her torso. 'They'll be even better once she gets rid of that huge bush,' he thought to himself. They did "triangle" where her legs were wide she bent over to the side and touched one hand to the ground and held the other raised. She looked good in "tree" where she stood on one leg and folded up the other so that her heel was in her bush. Her hands were held up high. David took quite a few photos of this pose, which was a little hard for her to hold. In the end, she was shaking with fatigue and he kept taking pictures until she lost it. He got some nice pictures of her crumpled on the ground. She'd begun to sweat very slightly and this gave David a great idea. They finished with some variations of "plank" which looked like push-ups, "upwards facing dog" which was more seal-like with her legs straight back and toes pointed and her torso held erect with her arms holding her off the ground. In "half-moon" she spread her legs wide, bent to touch the ground with one arm, and then raised her leg. He had her hold it for a long time until she was crying with fatigue. Then "bow" and "camel" which both required her to hold her legs — lying on her stomach in "bow" and kneeling for "camel." Finally he had her do "crane," which required that she put her hands on the floor and then fold her legs up with her knees widely splayed and resting on her elbows. The position was extremely hard for Maggie to hold, stressing her arms, which were holding her entire weight, and holding her legs tightly folded. It also exposed her big ass nicely and he took several pictures. It was particularly hard for her to suck in her gut in this position, but he made her try. It took a lot of tries to get a realistic smile while in this position, but he got a lot of priceless pained expressions. After these poses, he sent her to the bathroom to get some baby oil and he photographed her coating herself in the oil. After she coated herself, David thought her bush looked better all slicked back, but the oil seemed to bring out the long, ugly hairs on her legs. Then he had her repeat the poses. Some of them were essentially impossible with the baby oil, but David was a trooper and kept her trying until she was exhausted. Then David had her do some more typical porn poses. He'd show her a picture and then have her do it, usually poorly, but David patiently instructed her how to do the pose and she got better as the session progressed. She did standing poses with arms on her hips, arms behind her head, covering herself, covering just her pussy, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, running her hands over her stomach, hips and pussy. Then they did some shots sticking out her hips to feature her curvy figure. He spent a lot of time shooting different facial expressions trying to get friendly and lustful. He had her do almost a dozen where she was biting her lip and a few where she had her fingers on her lips or in her mouth. Then he had her do a series of poses on her knees, back and stomach showing the camera her fat ass and furry pussy. He had her spread her legs and reach down and spread her pussy lips. He finished with some masturbation shots, making her masturbate for about ten minutes. When Maggie looked at the shots on the small digital screen, she had to admit that David had a knack for finding the right angles to display her body well. Also, he was very encouraging. She never quite enjoyed this objectification, but she started getting into it a bit and her smile was sometimes genuine. "Ok, new exercise. This is going to be a little strange but bear with me," he said. He took out a video camera. "Now, you lay with your head right here," and he indicated a place on the floor where there was a lot of light. He set up a tripod and attached the video camera. It was positioned so that the camera would cover her face without casting any shadows onto her. He took a few stills of her lying there. He was careful to keep the video camera out of some and include it in others. Then he had her spread her legs wide and took some more photos. Maggie wondered why he had the video camera trained on her face. 'Don't men want to see womens' vaginas?' she wondered. Then David put down the camera and lowered his face between her legs. "Oh, no!" she cried out. "Maggie! You're supposed to be working with me here!" David said sharply. "Now, just be opened minded. The camera is recording you. We'll edit this out, but look into the camera, show the camera what you are feeling, Ok?" "Um. Ok, I'll try," Maggie said reluctantly and David began licking her pussy and clit. She was already a bit aroused from having masturbated and David was very good at licking and sucking on her pussy. Soon she was moaning and cooing. David started thrusting two fingers into her pussy. She was really aroused and wet and David enjoyed the way her pussy tightly gripped his fingers. He tickled the part of her vagina that felt rough, like the roof of your mouth. Maggie moaned, but she was embarrassed that the camera was recording her and a little put off that she was enjoying David's attentions. "Oh Jesus Buddha Fuck!" she hissed. Her hips were bucking wildly. Just as she was about to cum, he turned his hand and rubbed his thumb against her tight asshole while he penetrated her pussy with all four fingers. This made her gasp. The camera caught her eyes widening, than closing in ecstasy. "Oh god! What are you—" Maggie had never had anyone touch her asshole ever. "What are you doing— OHHHHH! W-What— That's my ass!? Oh God! Oh god! Oh! God! UGGGGGhhhh!" As she climaxed, David gently but firmly penetrated her dry asshole with his thumb. Her ass was tight and very hot around his thumb. The tip went in fairly easily, but her ass was tight enough that the knuckle had trouble but he pushed it in as she gave a loud howl and came hard, bouncing up and down. David sucked slightly less on her clit but fingered her vigorously. When she'd finished her climax, he put the fingers that had been in her pussy in front of her face where the video camera could see it. "Where have these been?" he asked. "My pussy," she answered and then she moaned half in desire and half in dismay when he made her suck his fingers clean. He forced his fingers into her mouth as deep as he could. She wretched a couple times. Then he brought the thumb that had been up her ass to her face. "Oh, no!" she cried loudly. "It smells like shit!" "Where has this been?" he asked coyly for the video camera. "Up my ass! I'm not putting that in my— AGGGGH!" With his free hand, David had grabbed one of her nipples and pinched it mercilessly. When she screamed, he'd jammed his thumb into her mouth. It tasted funny and disgusting to her, but not nearly as disgusting as she'd expected. "Lick it clean!" he commanded but her face clearly showed her disgust and dismay. She didn't see that she had any choice. His shitty fucking thumb was in her goddamn mouth! Sooo gross, and it made her gag, but she licked it a little. 'Christ this is <i>disgusting!</i>' she thought to herself and she considered biting his finger. But this was the kind of indignity that women in porn suffered every day; they were strong, and Maggie knew she could be strong too. She licked it a little more and then, thankfully, David seemed satisfied. "Ok, I'm going to go wash my hands. I want you to gaze into the camera and count 1000 heartbeats. Then I want you to describe what you just felt. I'll be back by then." Maggie did as he said. When David got back, he stopped the video recorder and then they reviewed it together. Maggie had had her eyes closed a lot and David pointed out what he wanted and gave her direction. "See? There!? You looked away again. This is porn and it's hot when you look into the camera. I know it's just a camera to you, but when a guy is watching this later, he'll experience you gazing into his eyes. That's hot." Maggie felt crushed by this thought — some fat, old pervert with his shit-stained tidy-whites around his ankles watching her and imagining that she was gazing fondly into his bifocals. It made her skin crawl. But she pushed it down. 'Maggie, you can do this!' she told herself as loudly as possible to down out the strident voice screaming: 'Why in the FUCKING WORLD would you do this!? This is SO ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!!' She shuddered and pushed those thoughts aside. 'I'm helping other women!' she repeated to herself. David didn't notice Maggie's inner turmoil and continued: "And notice how hard it is to hear you? You were busy feeling things, but this is a performance. You need to be noisy and sexy." Maggie nodded in agreement; she got it completely. She tried to concentrate on the technical aspects of shooting porn. She had to admit, she hadn't considered how hard porn actors worked. "What would you suggest I say?" "Oh, you know, say how good it feels, describe the feelings, say you're aroused, say you're going to cum, use nasty words and swear, that sort of thing. It's hot when you address the camera (or me) as 'Daddy' or maybe 'Baby' or whatever... Some guys will like it if you're submissive, like calling me 'Sir' or 'Master'. You can propose outrageous sex acts like, 'Daddy, can I suck your cock after this?' or 'Sir, are you going to make me lick your asshole again?' or 'I really want to ride you for like an hour!' You should also make sure that your face shows your arousal. You should be 'pleading with your eyes' and licking your lips, opening your mouth, making sexy faces. You can also run your hands over your face or throat where the camera can see. Pull your own hair. Choke yourself." "Choking is hot!?" she frowned. "What's hot is when you do or say things that you would never do or say 'normally' and it shows that you've become so aroused that you are completely abandoning reason for sensuality. You are letting your libido or Id drive." Maggie nodded; that made sense. "Ok, look at the camera, be loud and dirty. Total abandon. Got it." Maggie nodded again. "Good, let's do this again," David said and set up the camera again. "Wait, I don't know—" Maggie objected. "Maggie," he interrupted. "This is porn, which is like making a movie. You usually need different shots. Normally, you'd also check your hair and make-up, but that will come later. Now get back in the same pose... That's right...." David activated the camera and said, "Action!" and bent his head down to her moist quim. But as soon as he started licking her she objected. "Cut! I have to go pee!" It had been a good hour since David made her chug the large glass of water. "Look into the camera and say that," David directed and he pressed her down with a hand on her chest and put a finger in her pussy. She lay back and looked into the camera. "I-I have to tinkle," she said. "Tinkle!? Jesus, say PEE! Try it again," he said. "We're definitely editing that shit out..." he said to himself. Maggie looked at the camera. "I have to pee. Oh Jesus! Stop, you're making it worse!" she cried as he started sucking on her clit again. "Are you looking into the camera?" he asked and then started sucking some more. His finger was rubbing the top of her pussy again and he inserted a second finger. "David! I'm serious! You're going to make me pee on your— Jesus! David! Stop! Please stop!" "I think you can hold it if you try," he said and continued. He kept his free hand on her chest, holding her down. At his current angle, he didn't have the strength to keep her down if she tried to get up, but just putting his hand on her kept her down. If she hadn't been so panicked about needing to pee, she might have marveled at how men could so easily control women and it might have sparked thoughts about the nature of consent in a patriarchal society. But her head was consumed by a paralyzing mixture of pain at her full bladder and alarm that she was about to pee all over the place. Maggie tried to ignore the pain of a full bladder and her fear that she was going to pee all over David's face. She tried to gaze into the camera. In that moment of necessity, Maggie re-invented a wheel women have been using for all history: she decided to fake an orgasm. "Oh, your tongue and your fingers fell so good. I'm going to pinch my nipples," she said, although she didn't. "Ohhh! Ohhhh God! That's good. Oh, Daddy! I'm going to cum again! I'm going to cum on your face! OHHHH! Fuck! UGGGGGGH! Daddy, I'm cumming!" David kept up his assault on her pussy. He wasn't fooled. 'What woman cums after like a minute!?' he thought. 'Only in pornos and bad erotic fiction!' And he kept up a robust tongue lashing of her clit. Maggie was trying to keep her eyes on the camera but she was getting aroused but simultaneously was in greater and greater discomfort for needing to pee. David alternated between tickling the top of her pussy, thrusting four fingers in and out of her pussy, and turning his hand over and rubbing his thumb over her asshole. Each time he did so, Maggie gave a little whimpering moan. Maggie was breathing hard now. She moaned and cried out in dismay at the same time when she felt his finger on her asshole. "Are you going to stick your thumb in my tight asshole?, Daddy?" If David could see her face, she looked genuinely concerned. "Are you going to wiggle the tip into my asshole to open it up? Are you going to—" She was getting aroused. David took his cue and inserted just the tip of his thumb in her asshole and sucked harder on her clit. "AGGGGGH! David, you have to stop! David! David I'm going to—" David jammed his thumb into her ass. "David! Stop! I-I'm going to— AGGGGGGG" Maggie came and when she did she squirted or peed. Neither of them was sure which. David kept sucking on her clit and ramming all four fingers in and out of her pussy. She bucked and shook, and he continued until she was done. Then he made her clean his fingers off again. She tried to get it over with so she could get up and pee. "Ok, time to go pee..." he said, turning off the video camera and picking up the still camera again. "At last!" "...in the backyard," David finished. "WHAT!?!?" Maggie looked horrified. "Like a dog!? No no! NO!" "Well, I'd say like a <i>bitch</i>, but, fair enough. Ok then, we're going to do a different little exercise." "Ok, but let me go p— "No, hold on," David interrupted. "You'll get to pee in a minute. What do 86% of women face sometime during their relationships?" "Are you talking about spousal abuse?" Maggie asked. "I think that's 86% of all people. Men can face abuse as well as women." Maggie lectured. "Right!" David said. "You are so on top of your game!" He smiled warmly. "But the vast majority of the victims of abuse are women, ri—" "David, I'm going to the bathroom. We can discuss statistics when—" *SMACK* David grabbed her by the arm hard, hurting her, and slapped her hard across the face with the other hand. "You stupid whore! You'll do what I say and you'll do it without any more backtalk," David predicted. "Or do I need to hit you again?" "Ow! David, you can't—" *SMACK* *SMACK* David slapped her again, hard; then backhanded her. "David! Please!?" Maggie reeled from the slaps, which rattled her head. Naturally, she started to cry and she tried to cover her face. David considered making her put her hands behind her back. 'Well, that will come. This is already pushing the envelope,' he thought and decided to simply hit her hands. He was confident that he could hit hard enough that it would hurt her hands and her face. "I agreed to help you. *SMACK* Do you want my help? *SMACK* More than three quarters of all women suffer abuse. *SMACK* So, for your project to be a success, *SMACK* it stands to reason that you need to suffer the same way!" *SMACK* "For being such a smart woman, you sure are a dumb fucking cunt!" *SMACK* "Ok! Ok! It hurts! Stop! Please stop!" Maggie said through tears. *SMACK* He hit her again because, truth be told, it felt really good to do it. It felt right. And it felt long overdue. Maggie was sobbing now, too choked up to do more than wail. "Look at me, you stupid cow!" David grabbed her face roughly and held it up. *SMACK* "I'll decide when I'm done," he growled. "Please! P-Please s-stop..." Maggie wailed and tried to turn her face. "Fucking Cunt! Don't you DARE look away from me!" *SMACK* David made her look at him. "Now, you're a strong woman and you can decide for yourself what to do." "Aggh! P-Pleas—" *SMACK* "But I'm going to keep hitting your ugly face until you get your dumb ass out in the yard. No one cares what your want and you're not going to win. The only thing your stubbornness will get you is hit more. You should stop being a stupid pussy and do what I say." "Aaaah! Pleeeeease! Arggh! Stoppppp! Hitting! Meeeeee!" Tears were streaming down Maggie's face. She couldn't believe David was striking her! And it hurt! It hurt her face and it hurt her heart. It was painful and scary to see and hear the contempt on his face and in his voice. She was sure it would tear her apart if he was still her husband. *SMACK* "But it doesn't matter," David continued. "You're going to do exactly what I want in the end. Because I'm a man and you're just a stupid three-hole slut." *SMACK* "Ok! Aggh! Ok! God! I-I'll do whatever you want. Please stop hitting me!" 'Eureka! I think she's getting it!' he joked to himself. Out loud he said: "That's better. Stupid fucking cunt..." He pulled out the camera and took some pictures of her face. She looked terrible. Tears and snot were all over her face, which was red and puffy. Her eyes were hollow sockets. To humiliate her, he made her "smile pretty" which she was completely unable to do until he threatened to give her "some more motivation" across her "whore face" and actually raised his hand. Then she broke down and really tried. She managed a credible smile in a couple shots, but mostly she looked like she was trying to smiling through the pain of being branded; the photos were priceless. Then David walked her to the bathroom to clean off her face. Despite dreading going outside, her bladder made her hurry and soon she was at the back door. David made her do several poses at the back door. He had her looking out. He made her look back at the camera and smile coyly which took quite a bit of patient direction by David while she fidgeted and fought the urge to pee on the floor where she stood. Then he told her to walk outside a few feet and come back. "I have to pee REALLY BAD!" she hissed. "Can't we just get this over with?" David stared at her coldly and with a sigh she did as he asked. David took a quick series of pictures of her opening the door and looking around, then furtively stepping outside, her eyes darting to the neighbors. Luckily for her, there were trees screening the houses behind her house and the backyard was not visible from the street, so she only had to worry about the neighbors on either side and they were probably still at work. At least that's what Maggie told herself. David took some pictures of her looking around hastily, red-faced and obviously extremely embarrassed. No rabbit was ever more vigilant for predators and she even had a bunny-like wariness to her movements. It was chilly out and David was glad for that reason that he was clothed. And glad that she wasn't. The temperature would just add to her miseries. Then David went into the back yard and shot a quick series of her coming out of the house. He made her do it twice more. "Like a rabbit leaving it's hole," he instructed her and she played her very real fears up even more for him. Finally, it was time for her relief. He had her walk into the back of the back yard, where she'd be most likely to be visible to a neighbor and squat down and pee in the grass by the trees. He made her get on her hands and knees and lift her leg and pee on the tree like a dog. He shot everything. "Do you really think people want pictures of me peeing in the backyard?" she asked hopefully, but she knew from her research that the answer was definitely "yes," there was pornography for everything. David told her to concentrate on posing. It didn't take long to pee, but he made her try on several facial expressions: worry, anger, fear, sadness, happiness — he made her gaze affectionately at the camera like it was a lover that she was peeing for. She thought that sounded crazy, but then she knew that a lot of porn was, indeed, crazy. Soon she was done and it was a huge relief. She'd kept a close watch on the neighbors and hadn't seen anything like movement in the windows, so she was optimistic that no one had observed her humiliating ordeal. She rose to run into the house. She was considering whether she could beat David back to the house and lock him out. "What are you doing!?" David demanded, cutting through her thoughts like a knife and she was suddenly red-faced. "I— I'm—- I-I w-was— you know, going inside," she was fearful of him and what he might make her do. "Get down," he said quietly and coldly. "Put your face in the grass. Your tits too. Stick your ass out." "David—" "Now! You stupid whore! Do you want me to hit you some more? Have you really forgotten already? You are so fucking stupid..." Maggie shuddered. She threw up a little in her mouth and she swallowed a couple times to try to calm herself. Then she lay the side of her face against the damp grass. She arched her back to stick her big ass out. David took some photos, walking back and forth to get different angles and distances. He wanted some shots from farther back that showed clearly that she was out in the back yard. It was torture for Maggie to hold such a degrading and vulnerable position and she was cold on the damp ground. She grit her teeth and reflected that 'it could be worse...' Of course, it then got worse. After a couple minutes of pictures of her just sitting in that obscene pose, displaying her naked ass and pussy to the world and pressing her face and tits against the cold damp ground, he made her reach between her legs and do a series of poses with her hands on her pussy: running her fingers through her furry muff, covering her labia, opening her labia, stretching them, a couple caressing her labia and thighs. Then he had her do some masturbation poses: playing with her labia, running her fingers up and down her pussy, rubbing her clit, pinching her clit, penetrating herself, and finally some where she was rubbing her clit with one hand and penetrating herself with the other hand. Maggie was mortified to realize that she was getting aroused by this. The fear of being noticed or watched filled her with humiliation, but that also magnified the sexual feelings she had. Her pussy was getting extremely wet. She fought against these most unwelcome feelings, but there was no fighting her wet pussy. And David was making it hard to avoid getting closer and closer to climax by making her rub her clit and finger fuck herself. Maggie didn't think it could possibly get worse, when he instructed her to bring one hand around to her big white ass. She pulled her chubby ass cheeks apart with one hand while she masturbated with the other hand. David took more photos, then he made her finger her asshole. Her rational mind was starting to get "stuck." Her thoughts raced along disgustingly dirty paths. What if one of her neighbors saw her and came out and she was lying her with her ass in the air? Would she let him fuck her? It made her stomach lurch but she knew that she would. Would she suck his cock? Like after it had been in her pussy? Maybe after he'd just cum in her pussy? With a mental wince, she knew that she would. She would suck her neighbor's cock, clean or dirty. The realization had a strange affect on her; her clit and her pussy lips grew hot and tender and her rubbing became more intense. She was sure that she was close to climaxing. What if both neighbors came out? She knew the answer: She'd fuck them both at the same time. She'd let one fuck her while she sucked the other guy off. In porn, that was called a "spit-roast" like she was a piece of meat, turning on the cocks of the two guys. And, of course, she was a piece of meat for them. Most porn actresses hated being spit roasted because the guys took away the girls' control. It wasn't like a blowjob, where the girl could control how she was taking the guy's cock, and it wasn't like vaginal or anal sex where she could talk to the guy. The woman was just a human fuck doll. According to many actresses, the only worse position was "air-tight" which was where three guys fucked her, one in each hole. Well, actually, double-anal (having two cocks in your asshole) might be tied for worst. With a shudder, she came and her whole body convulsed. She kept rubbing her clit and the orgasms just kept coming and coming. She was oblivious to David clicking off photos of her spectacle, not that you could readily tell from the stills that she was in the throes of repeated bliss, except for a few that showed her face — mouth open and her eyes rolled back — but David got a couple good shots of her squirting all over the grass. "Well done! Now just a few more. Use both hands to spread your ass cheeks." Maggie did as he demanded, her one hand slick with pussy juice and she had a hard time getting a grip. She managed to smear her juices all over one of her pale ass cheeks. David directed her though a few final shots. "Now sit up and look around. Good, act like you just found your neighbor watching you through binoculars. Good, now smile coyly. Nice, now wave... no, more girlie. Good, look over there and caress your breasts... pinch your nipples... Good girl!" David took several pictures from various angles and distances. He wanted to capture the imprints of the grass blades on her face and chest. He made her repeat the pictures looking into the camera. David stooped and grabbed a handful of grass and sprinkled it over her so she had grass in her hair. He then brushed one speck from her cheek where it was unsightly. "Perfect!" he said and he took some more photos. "Now lick the finger that was in your ass." Maggie's stomach churned and she hesitated but David just stared at her. "Your neighbors are going to get home... Or maybe they already are home and maybe one of them is putting on his shoes to come out and mow the lawn. But we're going to sit here until I get the shots I want." Maggie pushed her revulsion down and raised the finger to her lips. It stank like shit and she gagged in her mouth. Slowly, she opened her mouth and forced the shitty finger in. She sucked on it. It tasted funny and bad. "Ok, now all the way in and suck all that ass taste off." "David, they have no idea—" "Fucking bitch! Do you want me to hit you again?" David interrupted and got very close. "Arrrg. Fine!" Maggie put the finger in her mouth and sucked on it. David took his shots, then made her pretend to smell it (which was humiliating) and pose with an open mouth and then with her tongue out like she was waiting for a cumshot. "Alright, one last shot and I'm sorry this is going to hurt: Lay down in the grass again and put your hands behind your back.. that's right." David took her hands and bent them back and made her clasp them together like she was praying backwards. As David's hands touched her hands and grazed her back, he was surprised (a little) how cold her skin felt. She was really suffering for this shoot! 'Good!' he thought to himself but he also hurried. "Ok, brace yourself!" and *SMACK!!* he spanked her as hard as he could on her fat ass. The force of his blow caught her off-guard and pushed her face painfully into the grass. She squealed and rolled over but he forced her back into position and took pictures of the angry red hand print that rapidly formed. You could see each finger perfectly clearly. The skin was an angry red in the hand print but the palm and each finger had a pale center, like the blood had been squeezed out by the force of the blow. It looked extremely painful — which was perfect. He took several pictures from various angles and distances including one from all the way back at the back door where she was crouched, vulnerable in the back yard 30 feet away. You could just make out the tiny, angry red hand print on her generous white ass like some terrible brand. While he was there at the back door, he locked it. Then he went back to her. "Ok, let's go back in. We're going to do two takes. So right now, I want you to get up and I'll shoot you from this side. That's right. Come towards me. Good." David shot her getting up and looking around and walking quickly to the back door. She looked so genuinely frightened and embarrassed and he stopped her to get some good shots while she fumed. He stopped her before she got to the door and they went back into the yard and he had her repeat the scene with him trailing her. He got some great shots of her big ass as she hurried to the door. When she got to the door, he was careful to have a clear shot of her face and he caught the panic in her eyes as she tried the door and found that it was locked. "The front door's open," David said quietly. "I can't go to the front!" she snapped. He clicked away; the rage on her face was perfect. He made sure he got her tits in the frame. Her face, neck and chest were turning faintly purple. "Well, you can't sit here. You're freezing. And your neighbors will be home soon. Now's the time to make a break for it." "You're crazy!" Maggie hissed. "YOU go around and let me in." David got very close to her face. "I'm going to walk around to the front. If you come with me, this will be over really quickly. But if you don't, then I'm going to lock the front door and leave." And then he started backing away from her, towards the side of the house. "No no no no! David! Wait! No! I can't! David!" but he kept moving. He was shooting her distress and grinning at her predicament. She was kicking herself that she never hid a spare key back here, but she was a single woman living alone and she was afraid that a key could let an intruder into her house. Besides, who could have foreseen this possibility? 'GOD!!DAMN!!IT!!' she thought and hurried to follow him. He kept shooting as she came running towards him. He got some good shots of her looking furtively around the corner of the house and then hurrying to the front corner. She was trying to cover herself and position her body so that any neighbors wouldn't see her pussy and breasts but she really couldn't cover her big ass. She ran past David across the final stretch and up the two steps to the door. Which was locked. The panicked, terrified look on her face was priceless! "DAVID!" she hissed. "Here's the key, he said. He kept shooting her facial expression as rage, pain and confusion wrestled for control as she turned absolutely red. "You HAD THE FUCKING KEY THIS WHOLE TIME!?!?!?" she snarled she quickly unlocked the door and ran inside. "That was terrible," Maggie said accusingly. "Well, maybe the second take will feel more natural," David said, locking the front door and twisting the key out of Maggie grip (painfully, but she was distracted by his comment.) "WHAT!? NO! NO! FUCKING! WAY! You have got to be crazy!" "WHAT!? YES! YES! FUCKING! WAY!" David mocked her and grabbing one arm, he twisted it behind her back and grabbed her by the hair with the other hand and pushed her forcefully to the back door. She tried to stop him but he just twisted her arm painfully, causing her to cry out. She tried just flopping to the floor, but his grip on her arm and her hair was like a vice and she'd break her arm if she dropped to the ground. She screeched in rage and pain, but he kept shuffling her through the small house. At the back door he pinned her against the wall while he unlocked and opened the door. Then he thrust her outside again and locked the door behind him. Grabbing her by the arm, he forced her back to the back yard. She was crying now as he forced her back down onto the cold, moist grass. She literally could not believe that this was happening to her! "I hate you!" she hissed, but David just smiled sweetly. "Good! Use that!" he said encouragingly, then resumed his direction. "Ok, you get up, run to the back door, realize it's locked. I want you to really ham it up. Real panic on your face. Go!" and he shot her as she got up again and ran to the back door. Her fat ass still looked great jiggling around as she ran for it. She acted panicked well (actually, no acting was involved). Then he shot her running to the side of the house and peering around. But immediately she jumped back. "John's out there. Oh Jesus. Quick!" she took off running to the other side of the house so fast that David only got a few pictures as she ran around the other corner and then he heard a squeak of fright and dismay. Rounding the corner, he found that her neighbors on the other side, Dick and Edna, were right there. They'd been pulling weeds on the side of their house and now they were gaping at their naked neighbor. Maggie was covering herself with her hands. Her face was turning bright red. Hear heart was pounding so loud that she couldn't think. She was frozen. "Sweet Jesus!" Dick exclaimed. "Are you Ok?" Edna asked. Maggie was completely red. Her face was bright red and the blush also colored her neck and collar bone. She was trying to cover herself with her hands and she was stammering uncontrollably. "David Warner," David said, stepping forward and offering his hand to Dick (and being surprised by the old man's firm grip) and then to Edna. "Maggie is embarrassed that you caught us, as you can see. This is a project for her work. Dick, would you mind turning around?" Dick turned a quarter turn but he kept his eyes on Maggie. Edna rolled her eyes. "A project?" Edna sounded dubious. Dick was chuckling and ogling Maggie. "Yes, nude photography outside," David said, waving the camera about a bit. "The idea was to do something daring and avant garde. I hope we haven't disturbed you... but then, you'll be able to see this when the pictures come out on the Internet." "Oh!" Edna was scandalized. "On the, um, Internet, you say?" Dick inquired. "Do they have webchannels?" "Yes, websites," David was all smiles. He was sure this was killing Maggie. "Do you want me to email you the address when we have it?" "I, um, Edna, what's my email handle?" he asked, embarrassed. "I'm not getting involved in this, you old pervert," she replied sharply. "Ok," Dick had a thought. "What if you text me?" "Sure," David agreed pulling out his phone. He turned to hand it to Maggie. "You do this," he said to her. "I'll take some pictures. That WAS why we're out here after all, right?" "David, I-I c-can't—" but just at that moment, David gave the phone a toss towards her and she startled and reached for it. He started snapping pictures immediately. He got her catching the phone, glaring at him, looking down at her exposed privates, glaring at him again, resignedly edging closer to Dick, Dick eyeing her hungrily, Edna sneering at Maggie, Edna sneering at Dick, Dick patting Maggie on the ass, Maggie turning red and looking like she'd like to kill him, Edna looking like she'd like to help Maggie kill Dick. Then Dick had successfully sent a text to David's phone and Maggie was off for the front door. Her other neighbor, John, was mowing his front yard but he was facing away and didn't see Maggie as she sprinted to the front door. David got a few shots of her genuinely panicked look when she remembered that the door was locked. With fear in her eyes, she turned to David and frantically jammed her hand into his pocket and grabbed the key. She was shaking so much that he was afraid she'd break the key in the lock. He stopped shooting to move close, shielding her nakedness with his body, and he put his hand on hers to steady her hand. Then they were inside and Maggie collapsed on the ground and sobbed. 'Time to fuck with her,' David thought as he went upstairs and took the comforter off the master bed and draped it over Maggie. Then he went into the kitchen and made two cups of tea. She was still laying in a fetal position on the floor and crying when he brought the tea back to the living room. He placed the tea on the little table next to the couch and then with a grunt he picked Maggie up, wrapped the comforter around her, and carried her to the couch. He sat down with her curled up on his lap. He held her with one arm while he stroked her hair with the other. "I couldn't be more proud," he said quietly. "You were so strong, so courageous today. I am in awe. I'm sure I couldn't have taken half the abuse that you did. You were amazing. Here, I made you some tea. It will help you warm up," and he handed it to her. The hot tea did feel good in her cold hands and the aroma was as uplifting as always. David was slightly worried that she'd dump the hot tea in his lap. Maggie actually briefly considered throwing it in his face, but she reminded herself that she'd asked him to help her. Considering how acrimonious their divorce had been, he was being a good friend. In her fragile mood, it felt good to have him hold her and stroke her hair. And, of course, it helped a lot that he was stroking her pride with his words of praise. She had done some pretty daring things. Wasn't she stronger for having survived them? 'But, fucking Dick and Edna saw me absolutely naked!' she thought and sobbed louder, re-traumatized. 'The old fucking pervert patted my goddamn ass!' she raged in her own head and sobbed out loud as tears streamed down her face. David patiently held her for 30 minutes and through four bouts of crying. After each one, he repeated his admiration. Soon, she was succumbing to the DTB that he'd dropped in her tea and she slipped into the suggestive state. David suggested again that this project was a great idea, that she felt good about the project so far, that she appreciated his help, and that she didn't know how she would do it without him. He also suggested that the photo shoot and the slapping had been her idea to better understand the difficult circumstances that many women suffered daily and that he'd agreed reluctantly but had done his best to make the ruse real. David also "reminded" her that her libido had been excessively high of late and how she often tossed and turned at night burning with desire, which is why she'd been masturbating a lot lately. He "reminded" her that she'd frequently been distracted by both male and female colleagues and acquaintances and even in some cases, students. He told her how she'd lost her train of thought one day while lecturing because she was imagining having sex with one of her female students. "Which one was it?" David asked. "The pretty one in your Monday seminar. An attractive girl... I think you said she's of color?" "Janet Lopez?..." Maggie answered dreamily. "That's the one... Is she curvy or skinny?" "Pretty curvy..." "So, a round face, black hair? Large breasts? Wide hips? Brown eyes?" "Her face is more oval... She has lovely brown eyes... She has beautiful hair, it's long and black and glossy... I think she puts something in it to make it so glossy... Her breasts aren't small; she never wears anything tight, but I think sometimes she isn't wearing a bra and she could use one... Her hips are wide... Her ass is probably pretty big..." "That's right... Janet Lopez... In your Monday seminar..." David was trying to memorize those details. "You were saying that you were lecturing when you made eye contact and suddenly you were fantasizing about Janet Lopez undressing you. You were imagining how is would feel and taste and smell to have Janet's lips kissing your lips. You said that your pussy got super wet at the thought of Janet slowly kissing her way down your body from your lips to your neck to your nipples to your tummy to your hips to your thighs... And then lapping and kissing at your pussy lips and clit. You said that was one of the things that convinced you to remove your pubic hair. You said that you wouldn't want to have a bunch of yucky hair down there if... well, you know." "You kissed me down there today..." "I did and I like your pussy but lots of people — men and women — are turned off by unwanted hair. You said that your research finds that many women — I think you said almost 84% of young women remove most or all of their bikini hair and almost all pornstars. You said that removal of armpit hair was over 98%..." "Yes... That's true..." David also "reminded" her that she secretly craved to be humiliated and degraded and treated like trash; that she had gotten incredibly turned on by the humiliation of being forced to pee outside like a dog and having been seen by her loathsome neighbor. David suggested that she would become extremely aroused by future humiliation and degradation and that she would have the overwhelming urge to masturbate to the memories of being smacked around and of being forced to go outside naked and pee in the yard like a dog. He also "reminded" her that her romantic feelings for himself had never died and, in fact, had become much stronger of late, including intrusive sexual cravings for him. And, in a "twist the knife" moment, he "reminded" her that, while her self-confidence had never been high, she had been feeling especially foolish lately — that she was extremely grateful for his help because it was probably something that she wouldn't be able to do for herself. On her own, she'd probably fuck everything up, maybe get hurt or killed. She nodded dreamily. David knew this suggestion would find a ready home amongst her fears and worries. "What was it you were worried about before? ... You were telling me about some kind of deep worry you had..." "Well, I-I f-feel, um, you know— Well, like a failure!" she sobbed. "You know, sometimes I don't know why they hired me and I feel like I'm never going to make a name for myself and that I'm just a fraud..." she buried her head on his shoulder and cried. "Yes, that was it," David smiled with his face and his voice. "You increasingly feel like you are a failure and a fraud. You know that the rest of the university thinks your research is bullshit and even your colleagues are privately wondering how you got tenure. They're so judgmental and they say that you're not 'pulling your weight' and they shake their heads that you haven't written a book by now." Maggie wailed into his shoulder and hot tears gushed from her clenched lids and wet his shirt. It felt to her like she couldn't breathe; she felt like she would drown in panic and shame. "Look on the bright side," David chided gently. "You're absolutely the worst professor at GGSU and it's no wonder that they despise you, but it's not like you're the worst professor in the country! You probably not even in the bottom 10%!" David knew that Maggie was judgmental herself and thought that there was a small number of absolute idiots in Women's Studies. She referred to them privately (and guiltily, since it wasn't politically correct) as the "WS-tards" which she pronounced like "wishtards" when she'd had a glass too much wine, back when they were falling in love and sharing their souls. "You're probably a shade better than those "WS-tards", right?" David said with false hope in his voice. Maggie's wailing rose slightly and David smiled inwardly. "Now listen, don't you worry. I'm going to help you get through this. You had a great idea, and this is your chance to prove them wrong! Probably your last chance, but you have a chance! With my help, this is all going to turn out great. You're going to have the last laugh. You're going to be recognized as a genius. With my help, this is going to work out." "Y-Y-You r-really t-think— think so?" she gasped, barely in control of herself. "I know so," David replied in his most authoritative, reassuring voice — the one that had initially seduced her and then had made her angry. But now, awash in self-doubt, she clung to it (to him) like a life-preserver. "Maybe a book...?" she asked doubtfully. "Certainly a book," he answered heartily. "Probably an award-winner. You will be a star on campus. Take my word..." That made her cry again in her relief. David would save her, she thought and she held on to him fiercely as she tried hard to calm down. Finally, David brought out his last suggestion: she would become intensely thirsty whenever she heard the phrase 'dry dusty desert'. When she heard that phrase, 'dry dusty desert', she would immediately crave a drink like water or whatever was around and she would chug that drink down to the last drop. "Oh, by the way," David said. "Tomorrow, you'll be coming to dinner with my wife and I. Maybe 6:30? This is taking a lot of time and, you know — strictly to help out your project — I may have to fuck you. So, before this goes any further you're going to have to ask my wife's permission for my help. Don't worry, I think you'll find a way to convince her. So, go buy something nice to wear and get your hair and nails done. See what your stylist thinks of bright, hot pink hair. Tell her that you want people to notice you when you walk into a room; you want the men's attention and the women's envy — especially the male attention. Do everything you can think of to make yourself as stereotypically pretty as possible." Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper and showed it to her. "You typed and printed this earlier, but then you foolishly deleted it (for which you feel stupid), so don't lose this sheet." The sheet was a to-do list: <ul> <li> Find a good salon and make an appointment for a consultation for laser hair removal.</li> <li> Shave my armpits, legs and all the hair off my vagina and around my asshole.</li> <li> Join a gym and start a diet.</li> <li> Go to the mall and buy some high heels (as slutty as possible) and learn to walk and dance in them.</li> <li> Visit the make-up counter and buy a full range of make-up and perfume; see if they can provide make-up tutorials. Start wearing make-up daily.</li> <li> Call Sarah and make a date to go shopping. Buy new feminine clothes (some stylish, some trampy, some workout clothes, lingerie); also buy new shoes, jewelry, and a purse. [Her sister would be delighted. Sarah had always been extremely cisgendered and "girlie." And she was constantly trying to convert Maggie and saying unsupportive things like: "Stay sweet; men don't like uppity women." and "You can't be happy alone." and "Whatever his faults, David was kind; you made a big mistake!" Sarah was also prone to saying things like "I'll say a prayer over you."]</li> <li> Watch porn and masturbate; keep track of what gets me hot, and record hot dirty talk and other things that I can incorporate.</li> <li> Find clips of sexy dancing and practice.</li> <li> Make appt. with doctor to go on birth control. Ask about something semi-permanent, like a patch, implant, or IUD.</li> </ul> <b>END of Part 2</b>