“Oh hello Tom, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Jillian said with her nose turned up toward the bright mid-day sun.
“Well, you know, it is my families charity after all…” Tom replied and then walked off with a frown on his face.
She let out a little chuckle that she wasn’t sure if he heard, but it didn’t matter, she’d ruined that man in their divorce and smeared his name all over town with his dalliances. Sure his family was old money and had swept much of it under the rug, but those that mattered knew, and Tom would never recover.
For the next hour or so she mingled, dropping hints and innuendo’s to a few people that she knew would spread them far and wide, before making her exit. Her work was done for the day and she needed to hobnob with his family like she needed gonorrhea.
She arrived at the carpark and had the valet call her limo, a few moments later it arrived and she stepped into the back before the door closed and it pulled away. It was a few minutes later when she noticed they seemed to be heading the wrong direction.
“Excuse me Derrick, where are we… wait a minute, you’re not Derrick!” she said as she noticed the strange man driving just as he raised the glass privacy screen and a hissing noise filled the back of the limo.
Panicking, she pulled at the door handle, only to have nothing happen. She banged on the windows, forcefully, then less so, until she slumped onto the seat and conciousness faded from her.
Jillian’s pussy tingled as she heard the car pull up and she pushed herself up onto he knees and turned her head to look out the front window to see Tom step out of the car that was now in the driveway.
She’d been sitting by the front window for the last twenty minutes, ever since Tom had messaged her he was on his way. She’d changed quickly into the lingerie he liked, done a quick touchup on her makeup, and then eagerly awaited his arrival.
It of course was a completely different reaction to his arrival than when they had been married, and certainly after their divorce. Then again, so much was different from with her life now.
She could still remember waking up after the gassing in the limo, tied down to a gurney, but still confused and half out of it. They’d spent weeks pumping her full of drugs and bombarding her mind with audio and visual stimulation until she hardly knew who she was. They’d been only too eager to fill in the details for her.
Afterwards she’d made several video apologies, admitting her lies about Tom’s infidelity and her own projection of those faults onto him. Then there were the legal documents she signed, and the “goodbye” from social media messages, and finally her voicemails to her family admitting she was too ashamed to see any of them again and she was heading overseas to start a new life.
She didn’t of course, instead staying in the facility that had broken her and undergoing many surgeries that transformed her from a stuck up snob to a hot piece of ass.
She spent her days now maintaining that for the times that Tom came over to visit, like today.
The front door opened and Tom walked in, closed it behind him, and then walked over to her. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at him with hunger in her eyes and a desperately wet pussy.
He grabbed her tits and she moaned, he pushed his thumb between her lips and she sucked, he grabbed her hair and pulled her forward and she dropped to her knees on the floor, he fucked her face and she let him.
He didn’t use her pussy this time, just face fucked her until streams of cum ran down her throat and the last few onto her face, and then he left.
She basked in the feeling of his cum on her skin, wondering how long it would be before he returned again. Would he fuck her pussy next time? Or would he fuck her ass so she could orgasm with him?
She didn’t know, all she could do was wait for his next message and hope.
Jillian looked out over the city street and considered her predicament. It wasn’t a bad part of town by any means, though a little rustic, and it was close enough to most things that she was never wanting for anything.
Well, except Tom of course.
It had been two years since the last time she’d seen him. He’d arrived at the house he’d set her up in, fucked her ass until she came screaming, and then escorted out to a waiting car with cum still dribbling out of her ass.
She still dreamed of him coming into the condo, throwing her face down on the bed and fucking her like old times, but she doubted that would ever happen again.
Instead the car had taken her back to the facility that had broken her and proceeded to make more alterations, both to her mind and body, alterations that made her into the perfect whore.
She would mold her personality into whatever the client wanted; sweet and sugary, dirty and nasty, submissive and passive, dominant and aggressive, whatever they desired.
Her body had been molded into the embodiment of a living sex doll; huge tits, tiny waist, plump ass, and almost zero body fat.
She didn’t know where the clients came from, they came arrived in her inbox with dates and times and parameters for what she was to be. She didn’t even know how much they were paying or who they were paying it to!
A ping from her phone brought a sigh to her lips and she turned and walked over to check her messages. A client would be arriving in two hours, she was to play the aggressive bimbo, eager to suck and fuck whoever came into her place, in any way they wanted.
It would be a good distraction, even if not satisfying. Oh the client would leave believing full well that she’d had a half dozen orgasms at least, but in reality, there would be none for her.
Tom’s cock in her ass was the only way she’d been able to orgasm since the day she’d been delivered to him, and without any idea if he even knew where she was, she had no hope for her own pleasure to be satisfied.
