Chapter 19

Debra was taken back to the room she had awoke in. She had spent four and a half hours servicing her father and then the other 6 men. She was grateful to be allowed to take a long hot shower spending 45 minutes cleaning herself before stepping out of the steamy stall. She wiped the steamed mirror down and gazed at her new body.

Her focus was of course drawn to her now greatly enhanced chest. She wondered just what size bra she would need, for her newly enhanced mammaries. At first she had convinced herself that she could just tell Ray that she had lost some weight, thus making her breasts look larger. But as she stared at her naked body, she didn't know how she could have ever thought that that would work.

Her tits had gone from her normal, natural 34-B's to at least 36-D's, and, even if Ray wasn't that observant, she knew that he would have to notice a difference that big. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. her breasts had not only been enlarged, but the swelling had made them perkier too, and the small sagging that she had seen in them before, was now gone, as they stood out firm and proud from her body.

She finally looked at the rest of her body in more detail. She had obliviously lost a considerable amount of weight in the week long ordeal. The constant sex plus the lack of rest, had caused her to drop at least 15 pounds, and her stomach had flattened out, looking more like she had in college. She noted her tanned skin hid whatever marks that she expected to find on her body, however, she noted that some minor bruising had occurred between her thighs, and that the lips of her cunt now splayed out from her pussy like puffy pedals of a large flower. Her wet slit was peeking out of the center of her thickened lips. She looked closer, happy to find no signs of the piercings that she had removed from her body earlier.

The hickies and swat marks where all but gone, blending in with her now darkly tanned skin. She was troubled by the absence of any tan lines, wondering just how Ray would react to seeing her the way that she looked now. She couldn't believe the major changes that she saw in her own body. In addition to her stomach, she felt that her legs looked trimmer and more fit, than when she left. At least she had told him that she was going of to a health spa for a week of rest and relaxation. After giving herself a thorough inspection, she had to admit that she did indeed look better than she had when she left.

She was amazed that after all that she had been through, that she looked so good. She had sort suspected that she look haggard, due to the lack of sleep, and would have had more tell-tale marks on her body, from her abuse. She inspected her ass, and other than feeling like her sphincter was still gaping open, like her cunt was, she couldn't find any real physical signs of her recent activities. She looked for her tattoo, but somehow it too wasn't visible. She knew for a fact that she had been tattooed, and wondered why anyone would bother to spend that long working on her ass, and not use any ink.

She noted that her hair looked redder than she had ever colored it herself, and to her surprise, the skin on her face and chest looked smoother and softer than she remembered it having been when she left. Maybe all the jokes about sperm being a good skin lotion had some truth to them, she thought. She took some time and combed her hair, using some of that time to think about what she had done, and accepted her fate.

She felt as clean and made-up as she could, before she left the implied safety of the bathroom, before going into the bedroom. She found all of her suitcases and clothes sitting on the bed. She was elated to see her own clothes, and felt some hope of finally returning home to some since of normalcy, to see her children and Ray. She looked through her bags, trying to see if anything was missing, but to her surprise, everything seemed to be in order. She pulled out some clothes to wear home, choosing some sweat pants, and a long sleeve sweat shirt. She dug out a bra, and was shocked to find that it fit her perfectly.

She took it off and looked at the tag, and it was a 34-B. She looked it over and was sure that it looked identical to the bra's that she had brought along with her, but it was definitely wasn't a 34B. She noted that the stitching was over the top, and realized that someone had removed the original tag, and stitched in a new one. Well, she thought that she could still try to convince Ray that it was all just his imagination, remembering that she had fought with him once when he had suggested that she get a breast augmentation surgery, and hopefully he would still be too scared to bring up the subject. She finished dressing, happy that she looked almost normal, her new larger breasts not obvious under the baggy clothes that she wore.

As she put the last of her clothes back into the suitcase, the door to the bedroom opened, and in walked Mr. Bradley. He sat on the bed, and looked her over.

"Well Deb you have lived up to your end of the deal, and have already closed a huge deal for me. I am allowing you to return home, as we agreed, but I must warn you not to forget your obligations to me. You must show up at the gym no later than twenty minutes after you have dropped the twins off at school. I know that you won't disappoint me, my pet, and I'm sure that I know that I don't have to tell you what your failure to do as you have promised would mean to you and your family." he said, as serious as a heart attack.

She looked at him, and saw the total lack of feeling in his eyes, as he gazed at her, like she was his newest possession. She took a moment to think of a response that would please him.

"Yea I know. I want to, uh, help you, uh, to repay you, for all of your help in, um, getting me out of trouble. I mean, I really owe you a lot, and will do whatever I can to repay you, for all of your help." she stammered, trying to think of things to please him. She stared into his eyes, hoping to see some sense of how he took her response. He stared back at her with a real poker face, not allowing any emotion to be seen.

"I have found out that Ray will be home when you get there, I guess your friends had promised him some sort of golf trip out of town, but have been permanently indisposed, and unable to finish the preparations for his trip. I don't know if you knew this or not, but they had planned to show Ray all of your greatest videos and photos, when he made it to Florida. I have of course made sure that Ray won't have to see your abhorrent sluttish behavior. But you'll have to deal with him this week I am afraid." he told her coldly.

Debra listened to this new information, shocked to hear of her former captors plans, and thankful that he had put a stop to them, but worried about having to explain things to Ray so soon. She looked down at the ground, as she began to contemplate all that he had just told her. She knew that he had done her a great favor, no matter what he required of her in return. She then thanked him for not letting Ray see those filthy videos and photos. With just a few more words, reminding her of what was he expected of her, he sent her home.

Debra drove up in front of her house, thankful to be home again, a place where she had many times during the past week thought that she would never see again. She sat there in the car, trying to calm herself down, before going in.

When she finally went in, it was as though she had never left. Marie was in the kitchen preparing dinner, Frank was in the living room with the kids, watching television, and Ray and Robert hadn't made it home from the ball game yet.