Chapter 6: Cost

David sat across our dining room table from me our laptop open in front of him with bank statements spread out neatly either side. He was ashen faced and stony eyed painfully aware by now of my betrayal yet only just learning of the money Tahlia had taken from us. I’d never seen David cry before, maybe at a funeral once of an old Uncle of his, but all our parents are still alive so nothing had ever really moved him to actual tears. Not until the one true love of his life couldn’t control her desire to submit to a teenaged schoolgirl bully.

He was trying so hard to keep it all together as he looked up from the screen to me,

‘How could you do this to us Robin? Aren’t we soulmates? For life? Why couldn’t you just talk to me? We chat about everything. Or at least we did until now.’

David stopped to slowly inhale. His lip quivered, my actions had hurt him so deeply,

‘You know you’ve ruined our lives don’t you?’

I woke up with a start.

I probably would have sat up and taken a deep breath just to make sure I was awake and not still dreaming ... if I could. But I knew I wasn’t dreaming now. The pain in my shoulders and knees was becoming difficult to bare as I lay on the floor of my bedroom with my hands tied behind my back attached by an old stocking to my ankles also tied together. Shandi had insisted tying me in this hogtie as she called it. She went on to explain that I might be a puppy to Tahlia but to her I am a pig and should be trussed up like one.

David was soundly asleep on the couch. Well asleep might not be too accurate. Unconscious more like it. Up in my bed snoring loudly was Shandi and one of her stripper friends. Their lewd outfits strewn across the floor of my loungeroom confirmed that they were both stark naked in my bed. I couldn’t help but think one of the first things I’d do once they left was to change my sheets. I was naked too. Still not allowed the privilege of clothing as per Tahlia’s instruction before she left last night with my daughter and her gang in an Uber to god knows where paid for on my account.

Shandi and the stripper that had come home with her had helped David out of our car as they stumbled up our driveway together before dumping him on the couch. He was so drunk, half laughing, half sleeping as his head lolled loosely from side to side before the girls laid him down. Shandi was drunk too but she was still very aware of what she was doing as the girl who had obviously driven them home got a pill out of her bag and slipped it to David to ‘help him sleep’.

As for me, well I have to say I was relieved when I heard his car pull in.

I’d been laying on my bed worried sick about everything that was happening but still too cowardly to get dressed even though Tahlia, Denny and Flea had left with Carly over an hour ago. I edged while I lay there trying to convince myself to do as Mistress Denny says and to trust them. Trust these teenaged criminals that had infiltrated not only my life, which I had admittedly invited them in to, but also infiltrated the lives of my daughter and my husband as well as our bank accounts and statements. There was not a thing that Tahlia didn’t know about me.

But with that familiar sound of my husband’s car pulling into the driveway always came some relief. It was a signal that the man of my house was home safely, or home from work, or had simply just come home, that everything was okay and every single day I could barely wait to see him. That’s just the type of marriage and relationship we have. Before tonight his arrival also signalled something else which I had only just started to recognise since I submitted to Tahlia, when David was here things seemed more normal. Normal in the ways they used to be before I allowed my fantasies to seep into my reality.

Tonight I knew he was bringing home Shandi but when you’ve been married as long as we have I think you do come to lean on each other through times of crisis. I was hoping maybe we could have a quick cuddle as he come in the door before Shandi might even notice. Then when I first glimpsed him, that hope, as well as any feeling of relief, was shattered. He hadn’t come home safely, he had been drugged and assaulted, everything was not okay, and there wasn’t the usual sense of comfort and normality I had enjoyed whenever I saw him for decades now.

These woman (not girls) these woman had effectively disabled my husband to the point where he was wholly reliant on them even to stand upright. I watched them bring him inside from my hallway while trying to hide my nakedness from them all. That was before Shandi called me out to laud my husband’s uselessness all over me. They called me over to watch while they sullied his unconscious body with their dirty stripper moves. They never removed his clothing but they gyrated their crotch over both his lifeless cock and then his face teasing their victory over this humbled man. Tonight these girls were predators and they had brought home their prey to show off what they had done.

They were clearly mocking me, showing me what they had done to my protector. The man of my house. How they had turned him into a sex toy for their amusement. They made me turn on some music and watch while they danced together in my loungeroom, fondling one another, kissing and undressing like I was watching one of their shows at the club. The girl I didn’t know constantly with phone in hand found our liquor cabinet and had me pour them drinks. Then they switched on our television and used my credit card to buy some pay to view pornography while they cuddled on my couch slyly whispering to one another while my husband lay in a drug induced sleep beneath their sexy little asses.

At times they would grind their pussies on his torso, masturbate themselves using his clothing and the natural bumps and curves of his body while they watched lesbians on the screen. Eventually Shandi would say she needed to see something more edgy and had me get my laptop. In no time that was hooked up to my television and the next video started. I was barely surprised when my own naked body presented itself to them on the screen dragged out of the toilet by Flea before being beaten and exposed in that first professionally produced video Tahlia had made of me.

They watched Dani rape me as well. They’d pull David up by the hair trying to get him to watch too but whatever pill they had given him was working well. Watching that video brought the worse out in them. Shandi had me kneel and reminded me of all my secrets, the things she knew about, the things that would ruin my life if people at my work found out, the things about my infidelity that David was yet to discover and hopefully never would. The things that she knew would make me submissive to her. I knelt and listened as the other girl tied my hair into a ponytail. I obediently crawled into my bedroom while Shandi rode me like a horse using my ponytail as reigns.

I laid down on the floor and let them tie me up in exactly the way I am now. I opened my mouth obediently for Shandi to stuff a pair of Carly’s worn underwear inside then I listened to them have sex for the best part of an hour before they exhausted themselves and fell asleep. It must have been when I drifted off myself. But now I was awake again and alert. Alert enough to realise I may be able to trust Tahlia and Denny to lead me as their submissive, to allow them access to David and Carly, to enhance all our lives. But what I had overlooked was that I couldn’t trust Shandi. She had no reason to make me feel safe the way Tahlia did. She clearly had access to drugs and for all I knew was a hardened criminal inside my house. I didn’t sleep a wink for the rest of the evening.

Unfortunately I had a clear view of the digital clock in my bedroom from where I was tied and gagged. Who knew time could move so slowly? It was near enough to 3am when the girls fell asleep and just past eleven in the morning when the first of them stirred. Bright sunlight flooded our bedroom and for the past few hours I envied imagining what the people outside that window could be doing.

Those who were free, enjoying this beautiful sunny Sunday morning. The women and men at their favourite café enjoying their late breakfasts. The young couples out simply walking their dogs. The joggers and power walkers making full use of the beautiful gardens and pathways that graced the suburb where I lived. I made up my mind for what seemed like the hundredth time since I first submitted to Tahlia, no way was I going to be owned by anyone. My family was perfect in every way before all this. It was worth fighting for.

Shandi’s friend was first to rise, her only acknowledgment of me was a smirk as she looked down while stepping over my prone body. She padded out to my toilet totally naked (had she no pride?) and disappeared to check on David who was apparently still unconscious. As she climbed back into my bed she leaned over to Shandi and kissed her, she whispered loudly and deliberately enough for me to hear that she had given him another one and that he would sleep for a few more hours yet. In response Shandi lifted my sheets for the girl to crawl underneath and parted her legs.

‘There’s no better way to wake up piggy. You’ll be doing this for me soon enough.’

Her voice was clear and happy and full of desire and clearly directed at me.

‘In fact there is one thing better, that’s when the person between your legs giving you pleasure while they get nothing in return is only doing it because they’re being forced to do it. That’s what you will be doing for me.’

Though with my behaviour lately and the way Tahlia has me constantly on edge I didn’t think there would ever be a time when I would be unwilling to lick pussy. No matter who was forcing me. As long as there was a level of coercion where I was being threatened and the sane part of me thought I had no choice, then my submissive mind would take over and I would gladly submit between her legs.

Eventually Shandi did cum, I think she was louder and more animated than necessary given she had me as an audience, but she did cum. The girl was a sweaty mess as she crawled back out from beneath my covers before leaving the room and turning my shower on. Shandi swung her legs out of bed and sat on the edge looking down at me. I must have seemed really pathetic to her laying on my stomach tied up in my own house exactly as she had left me looking up at her desperately from the floor. I could only communicate with my eyes and hoped through this window that she may be able to see the distress and discomfort I was in.

To me she looked evil. It was in stark contrast to Tahlia. I had learned to read Tahlia’s eyes so well, they were true windows into her emotions. Even in times like now where I was tied up and helpless before her, Tahlia had this happy mischievous type look about her. But Shandi wasn’t like that at all, she had a victim helpless before her and all I could see in her eyes was a darkness.

You know what it was like?

It’s like she had been a victim herself in the past and she was going to make me suffer in the same way she had been forced to suffer. She wasn’t doing this out of enjoyment like Tahlia did, she wasn’t like a cat playing with its mouse, she is a psychopath with a victim, and it was a frightening thing to realise.

After a few moments with their phone in hand apparently filming me she took the few steps to where I lay and pulled my head back by the ponytail to look up at her while she took Carly’s underwear out of mouth. She unhooked the stocking which kept my feet attached to my wrists but left my hands tied behind my back and only loosened the ties around my ankles so that I could shuffle around. She then looped the stocking around my neck and used it as a leash to pull me off the floor and onto my own two feet.

With the gag gone it was my chance to seek some answers. Until last night the times I had spoken to Shandi everything seemed like it would be consensual, yet here we were David drugged on the couch while I was essentially being held hostage in my own bedroom.

‘Shandi, what’s happened, why are you doing this to us? Wasn’t I meant to be your cuckquean, isn’t that what Tay had arranged for us and why have you drugged David? This is actually an abduction in my own home, does Tahlia even know what you’ve done?’

‘It’s pretty simple Robin. Your noble old husband couldn’t or more accurately wouldn’t bring himself to cheat on you. You’ve spoken to him, I’ve spoken to him. But for some reason the ugly old fucker just couldn’t bring himself to have sex with anyone but his Wife. So we had a change of plans, I brought home one of my Girlfriends instead. As much as I like a dick inside me, no way could old Davo give me the orgasms Lisa did last night.’

I felt this odd mix of pride and shame as Shandi revealed David’s true loyalty towards me and our marriage. I was so very pleased, almost bursting out of my skin with pride that he would so brazenly reject these strippers to stay faithful to me. Yet it also made me sick to the stomach that I could ever cheat on him with an increasing number of schoolgirls. Dani had even penetrated me where only David had ever been before.

‘So, my little piggy, when your darling husband wakes up I have decided we are all going to have a little truth session. See if he is so willing to stay faithful to you once he knows you have been whoring yourself out to schoolgirls for this past month, huh?’

I didn’t stop myself to even think before I started begging the girl that had my hands and feet tied and a stocking loosely leashed around my neck,

‘Please Shandi, no. Please, no. I told you last night I would do anything you wanted to prove my loyalty to him. I will finish this thing with Tahlia, remember I said last night, please, if he has been this loyal to me, he will be so upset with what I’ve done. Please don’t break him, break me instead, I’m already broken Shandi, you’ve seen how low I’ll go, just let me stay loyal to him, from now on I promise I’ll be good.’

Shandi just laughed.

‘Sound fucking pathetic pig. You know the sick shit fucked up things I’d make you do just to keep your secrets from him? Ever danced at a club Robbie? You’d be dancing for me of course. All tips and earnings 100% mine. And Carly too, fuck her, she’d be a decent earner, she can dance for me as well. But it’s not just dancing. There’d be special favours for the clients of course. A bit of after hours type work once the club shuts, if you know what I mean?’

I nodded my head sadly, yes I knew what she meant, and it confirmed my initial fears, this girl is evil.

I should have been shitting my pants at the thought of it. But the truth is, while my adrenaline was pumping and heart racing, I had this overwhelming feeling that this could not be real and that everything would be okay.

I guess the first thing is I truly believed that David would forgive me. If I am upfront with him and honest and given what our marriage clearly means to him, then I think he would be willing to help me through this. Support me and help me stop putting myself in these situations. And he likes Denny, I’m not sure either of us are quite ready yet to admit that our daughter may be a lesbian, but if Denny loves her as much as she says and Carly is happy, then that’s all that really matters.

The other reason I wasn’t overly worried was I knew Tahlia could get me out of this. She controlled Shandi, she controls everyone and there’s no way she is going to let Shandi do these things. And failing any of that, there was always the police I could go to. Surely what she was doing was illegal. Well drugging my husband then holding us both hostage in our own home would be a good starting point for the case against her.

She pulled at my leash for me to follow her into the bathroom,

‘First you do what you have to do. Remember piggies don’t get to piss in the toilet, you can squat down in the tub and have it all splash back up your legs. Then when you’re done we’re going on a little tour of your house before David wakes up.’

Having been tied up so long and despite this ridiculous position I was in, with Shandi still holding my makeshift leash, I had no trouble releasing my urine into our bath. I was absolutely bursting and as much as I tried to avoid it, the hot piss did splash back up on the bottom of my legs. To be forced to pee like this, in front of her, was unavoidably humiliating and disgusting. It solidified my early thoughts that there was no way Shandi was going to get away with this.

The tour of our house was actually a robbery of sorts. Shandi took any little thing she could find of value and pocketed it. But with every little thing she took the more determined I became to stop her. My submission to Tahlia might have forced elements to it but what Shandi was doing was simply out right illegal. I didn’t know what Tahlia’s reaction would be, but I knew the law well enough to know once I filed a complaint not only with the police but also my insurers that these possessions would either be returned, repossessed or compensated.

What was harder though was the photos.

Precious memories taken out of their frames and carelessly tossed onto the kitchen floor. Wedding photos mostly, photos pertaining to birthdays with both Carly and David, anything that Shandi thought might wound our family most deeply, all tossed on the kitchen floor. I was made to kneel before them and watch as she ground her soles into them, walked all over them, danced erotically with her stripper friend.

‘Take a close look piggy. You know what we’re doing don’t you? All your most precious memories being destroyed by the soles of our feet. It’s like a metaphor for our future together, me and my friends grinding not only your memories into the dirt with our bare feet but also your future. This is what you can expect when you belong to me ... you will be beneath me always.’

Shandi tugged at my leash and pulled my face down toward the floor in among the photos she was destroying.

‘Here I want you to get a close look, kiss my toes, kiss them while I stomp all over your most precious moments and feel me grinding them away beneath my soles. You looked so happy on your wedding day, you want me to show you what I’m going to do to your marriage?’

I don’t think she expected an answer as she pushed the sole of her foot right onto David’s smiling face and scrunched her toes into the side of the photo creasing it and damaging it all at the same time. Maybe I was experiencing some shock, I should have cared more than what I did, but all I could think about was stopping her, making her pay for the damage she was causing. Funny though I never really ever considered calling the police, I was determined to stop her but my mind was set on Tahlia being my saviour.

My hands were still tied and I was helpless to stop Shandi’s partner come behind me and roughly grab a handful of hair forcing me to look up at Shandi as she squatted over my photos.

‘Any final words Robin, I’d love to hear you beg me to stop. That is one thing I have in common with Tay, nothing hotter than listening to someone beg you not to do something, it’s so satisfying.’

Shandi started rubbing her clitoris as she looked at me,

‘Ruining you, ruining your life, wrecking your marriage turns me on so fucking much piggy!’

She used her fingers to control the flow and gave me a full description of each photo as she peed on each one, telling me how my precious memories were no more precious than her golden wine as she called it. My heart sank as I watched her urine flow over Carly’s beautiful smiling face taken back on her sixteenth birthday, my favourite photo of David and I also desecrated as she peed, in fact she seemed to concentrate her hate more on my family than on me. Perhaps she thought it was the best way to destroy me?

Eventually I was untied and made to cook them breakfast (in the middle of the day by now) while they sat at my dining room table in only their skimpy gowns, my photos laying wet and ruined as I walked around them in the middle of the kitchen floor.

This was the opportunity I needed though. My hands now freed all I had to do was get to my phone and get anyone to come home, to see what she was doing. To ring Tahlia. To ring the police. I could hear David starting to stir from his drug induced slumber as I ran through the possibilities in my head.

The more I thought about my call for help the more I came to realise that Tahlia hated when I whinged to her about anything. There was only one person I could fully trust in Tahlia’s gang, though I was really only allowed to call her in what she considered an emergency. But I knew she would come to my aid and if I were to ring the police I knew that would involve me having to reveal way too many details. I needed to go to them in my own time, a time where I was happy to make a written report and to leave out anything that might discriminate myself.

So the first chance I got I rang Denny, at least I knew I could confide in her, she was even cheerful as she picked up her phone after only a couple of rings,

‘What’s up sis, you know how much Tay hates it when you call us?’

‘Yes I know Den but this is an emergency and I think you’re the only person that has enough influence over Tahlia to help me. Shandi has gone crazy, she has drugged David, more than once, he is unconscious on our couch, she has had me tied up all night and now she is ransacking and robbing my house and destroying my most precious family photos.’

My tone was hushed but urgent, hopefully Denny could sense my anxiety and the danger I felt that both David and I were in. Den paused for a moment before responding,

‘Fuck Robin, why are you calling me for? I love you to pieces sis but you shouldn’t be calling me about stuff like this. Now I don’t know what to tell you. Tahlia has everything under control, she has spoken to Shandi already several times today... ‘

I interrupted,

‘Denny, whatever Shandi is telling Tahlia are all lies. Tay wouldn’t let her do this to me would she, please come back here to help us, please??? She is going to ruin my marriage, proper blackmail, force me to strip, prostitution. For fuck’s sake Denny please help me, if you don’t get back here I will ring the police.’

The adrenalin that pumped through my body earlier had been replaced by a sense of desperation, I could feel myself raising my voice but then I realised Shandi might hear me on the phone and that would make things much worse ... Then my line went dead. Denny had hung up on me. I just wanted to scream, why were they abandoning me now, they said I had to trust them but when I needed them most, they abandoned me, I realised then I should have just rang the police and faced my own consequences. Ringing Denny was an easy way out. You get yourself into the kind of trouble I had with my family and there are no easy way outs.

Perhaps I wasn’t yet ready to confess everything?

And then within seconds my phone beeped with a text message:

Tahlia: If you call the police I WILL hand over your film contract to the producers. You’ll be liable bitch. Don’t be so fucking stupid. Everything is under control. FUCKING TRUST ME!!!! I WON’T TELL YOU AGAIN.

It was followed by an angry face emoji, well several actually. I had to put my phone away before Shandi could become suspicious of what I was doing. Totally helpless, my family, my life, unravelling at the pretty feet of this filthy stripper and a cruel schoolgirl bully. Every single sense I had wanted me to just melt down to my knees and cry and cry and cry until everything was better. But rarely did that ever make anything better, I steeled myself, I had to be responsible for my own actions, so I steeled myself and went back out to the kitchen where my tormentors were just finishing their breakfasts.

Shandi looked up at me as I came into the kitchen,

‘Where you been pig?’

My heart skipped as I had to think up a lie,

‘I was just checking on David, he is starting to stir, I’m worried sick about him, I think I should take him to the hospital.’

Lisa looked up at me and smirked,

‘Are you fucking kidding me lady? It’s just a date rape drug, he will have a bitch of a headache for the rest of the day but other than that you’re old man will be fine. I know what I’m doing with this shit, you think he is the first guy we’ve hustled? Admittedly we don’t usually bring the boys home, we just leave them at the club until the bouncers come once we’ve cleaned out their wallets, but dumb married fucks never want to lay charges otherwise their wives might find out where they’ve been. As I said this is a weird one though, not only do you know about him but you encourage him to cheat on you? I could barely believe it when Shan told me the plan.’

Shandi smiled as her friend stopped speaking,

‘Okay then, he is stirring so let’s go wake him up and spill some secrets. Come here Robin, come to Mummy, you know I’ll own you soon, every single aspect of your life, I won’t even let you take a piss without permission once I have you.’

I robotically walked over to my captor defeated, I could even feel the fight leaving my body as I knelt down before her and she loosely leashed the stocking back around my neck before tugging at it forcing me to crawl alongside her back into my loungeroom.

‘I’ve decided I am going to fuck him Robin. And you’re going to help me. You’re going to be the good little cuckquean Tahlia wants you to be, okay?’

I felt a lump in my throat, and my stomach tie in knots again, I really did not want this to happen.

‘I really like the idea of fucking a man in front of his wife. Especially since it seems that he is so dedicated to you and your marriage, which is totally the opposite of you pig, you just sat there while I pissed all over your precious memories didn’t you? And now you’re going to do the same while I fuck your husband. Just sit there and watch and think about all the times in the past month that you’ve cheated on him. Think about that as his pathetic cock slides into my pussy. If you’re a good wife and encourage him then I probably won’t have to tell him about all the times you’ve been with Denny. Or how Tahlia owns you. Or how you sexually assaulted a schoolgirl. Or about the money you’ve given away.’

Every accusation she made felt like a punch to the stomach. I guess that’s probably just what happens when you are confronted with the truth of the things you’ve done, the secrets you’ve made and kept.

I was made to kneel, still naked, but untied in front of my couch while Shandi gently slapped David’s face and pulled down the zip on his trousers. She leant down and whispered into his ear, it was inaudible to me, but then as she whispered to him she undid the button on his trousers and eased them off his hips leaving his limp penis naked and exposed to her whim. She kept whispering to him as she started to play with his cock, trying to work it to an erection and occasionally smirking down at me. Eventually her ministrations worked and David would not only start to grow an erection but he started mumbling back at her as well.

It was terrible watching this vixen seduce my husband this way, naked in our own house, though it was pretty clear he wasn’t fully conscious yet, certainly not in a position to give consent to Shandi continuing to molest him. I didn’t know how to react, there was a part of me that raged in fury not only at Shandi but also at myself for getting us in this position to begin with. But there was a shameful part of me also turned on at the power Shandi was exhibiting, not necessarily over David, but just over the fact that right at that moment she owned every single aspect of my existence.

The next twenty five minutes though would be the worst of my life.

Shandi beckoned me to come crawl to my husband. And I dutifully did, David give me that same look that he had given me in my dream last night, that withering look of disappointment, of grim reality, of hurt. I knew what I had to do, Shandi had just told me. I had to be a good wife, encourage him to fuck this slutty stripper, or else she would tell him all my secrets. So I did something that until this past month I had always promised myself I wouldn’t, I lied to him ... again.

‘David, honey, I know I’ve done this the wrong way. I understand we should have worked on this together instead of just letting you go to the strippers alone, but honey, please do this for me, I’ve been keeping secrets from you, not bad ones, just some sexy secrets, I’ve been reading stories on the internet about submitting to Women. Letting them seduce our husbands and fuck them. It doesn’t mean anything for us, just you get to experience another pussy, I badly want you to, and I want you to feel how much better than me she is. Look at her young sexy body, compare those tits to mine, and that arse, she’s so young and pretty, I can’t compete with her David. Give in to her for me baby... ‘

At that moment Shandi leant in to kiss him, she started whispering in his ear again all while masturbating his now hard cock with her hand. At the same time I felt Lisa grip my hair by the ponytail and pull me away from them, from my husband, just far enough away so I’d still be in the frame of the video she was making, yet unable to hear what Shandi was saying to David. At one point they both looked over at me and smirked. The look on David’s face had changed now from earlier, this was even more horrible, it wasn’t that he was disappointed in me like I had seen earlier, no, the look now was one of pity, I wondered what she could be telling him for David to look down upon me like that, I’d never seen that before from him.