The Second Degradation of Alice
Copyright© 2025 by tiffany58
Chapter 14: a new life awaits
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14: a new life awaits - A young woman is recovering from years of degradation at the hands of a group of mature men. But an invite to a school reunion triggers emotional flashbacks and leads her towards a second degrading life. How will she survive?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion Consensual BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Public Sex Teacher/Student Prostitution
Monday morning, I arrived promptly at Dylan’s office building and climbed up the several flights of stairs to his penthouse apartment. As soon as I knocked on the door, he opened it, wearing his hospital scrubs that he usually wore in his office two floors below, and ushered me inside. As I was now used to doing, I immediately stripped off the few clothes I was wearing, and reluctantly placed the flash drive in his hand.
Placing the flash drive in a dish just inside the door, he stepped outside and told me to follow him, closing the door as soon as I had joined him in the corridor. Pushing me down the corridor I protested that I was naked, but he just laughed and told me that was the way a slut really should be.
He led me down the two flights of stairs to the long corridor with offices on each side, his own office at the far end. He made me walk slowly along the corridor, my heart rushing as I heard noises from inside the neighbouring offices, expecting someone to walk out at any moment. I breathed a sigh of relief when we reached his office door, and gratefully stepped inside.
My relief was short lived! As Dylan followed me in and closed the door behind him, I turned slowly towards the comfortable sitting area, and let out a loud gasp of shock. “Ohhh my Goddddd – Uncle John!!!!”
Sitting there, calmly drinking a cup of coffee, and looking very spritely for his now 70 years of age, sat Uncle John, the man who had first abused me when I was fourteen and then trained me, shared me, and used me for his pleasure and that of his friends.
“Hallo my dear – what a delightful grown-up slut you have become. I knew I had picked a natural slutty whore the first time I fucked you.”
His words stung me and seemed so cruel. Spinning round to face Dylan, I screamed “What is this? Why is he here? I hate this man and everything he made me do!”
“Now, now, Alice, calm down and speak nicely to your uncle. In view of your expanding life as a slut and a whore, John has kindly agreed to become your permanent doctor, looking after your health and welfare, and of course that protects anybody else who uses you in future. After the taxing time your body has had this weekend, John is going to start his duties immediately. I will leave you with him to give you a complete check-up. Of course, you can pay his fees in the usual way. Come back upstairs to my apartment when he is done with you.”
John led me to Dylan’s consultant’s couch and for the next half an hour gave me a complete and very thorough, and at times unnecessarily vigorous, internal, and external, examination. He then drew several vials of blood for testing, before covering the cuts, scratches, and bruises all over my body, including my suffering breasts and nipples, with a healing balm. He then did the same to my swollen labia and clitoris, before turning me over and treating my anus to more soothing cream.
Much to my horror I found myself responding to his touches and remembering how in love with him my adolescent self had been. When, finally, he stood up straight, undid his trousers, dropped them and his boxers to the floor, revealing his still impressive erect cock to my gaze, the memory of how much I adored servicing that weapon, now waving in front of me, came flooding back.
“Time to pay my fee” he smirked, as I stared at his throbbing member and mentally became that fourteen-year-old girl facing it for the first time – like a robot that he had trained so well, I took him in hand and then lowered my mouth on to his solid rod and gave him what he wanted and, I realised, I needed too.
A little later, he led me into the corridor and shut the door to Dylan’s office, then walked me naked back to the stairs, our arms around each other’s waists. Not a thought for anyone seeing me even crossed my mind as I was so stunned by what had happened this morning, with all the memories that had been revived and the return of my emotional ties to this old man. At the stairs, we kissed fondly goodbye, his hands roaming over me again, but not this time in a medical way, before we parted to go our different directions, up and down the stairs.
Before Dylan sent me home that evening, having naturally had his way with my pussy, he gave me two presents – one was a button through thin cotton dress that had a deep V-neck and a hemline that sat at mid-thigh level; the other was a raincoat of similar proportions, again ending at mid-thigh level, also with an open V-neck at the top.
He now explained, or rather ordered me, in future, every time I came to his office or apartment, I must wear the dress if it is dry and the coat if wet but ... I can only have three buttons on both items. It was up to me to decide which buttons I would do up but I had to cut off the remaining buttons and send him a photo of the removed buttons. As a final indignity, every time I must walk to him in public, with the dress or coat with just the three buttons available to hide my naked flesh underneath.