$15,000 per month… That was the cost of the medicine. After nearly dying to cancer the latest gene therapy saved my life. One month I was on death’s door, the next I was perfectly healthy, as long as I kept taking the medicine. The doctor gave me two months to live tops if I stopped.
The first thing to be sold was the car, a used audi was worth a month of life. Then came most of the furnature, that was another month. The housing market was down, so after the mortgage and fees, selling the house only gave me 3 months. I had nothing left to give, no job, no house, no money, a gofundme page sitting at $15, I begged the doctor and managed to get one additional treatment but was told that they could not afford to give it to me for free. I thought I was dead, then I got a call from missy. Missy was my ex-boyfriends fiance. Actually, she was my ex-fiance’s fiance. Daren and I had been together several years ago. He was wonderful in so many ways, he even understood that I wanted to save myself until marriage. We loved each other deeply and when I started walking down the isle I really meant to marry him, loose our virginity together and have a life together, I really did. But then I got the worse case of cold feet, and I ran. Ran from the wedding, ran from him, ran from our relationship. Since then I have only ever talked to him twice on the phone.
I had heard he was engaged, she was an executive in what could be called the ‘adult entertainment’ industry. Something to do with internet porn. She wanted to talk so I met her for lunch, her treat she said. What could she want to talk about I thought. I could never have imagined the truth.
I got to the restaurant (it was far nicer then anything I could ever afford) and was sent to a private dining area that she had reserved and waited… and waited listening to the various voices in the restaurant. It was almost time for my next treatment, a treatment that I knew there was no way I could ever afford. This may well be the last couple of months on this earth.
Suddenly the hubbub of the restaurant changed, something had changed, I could feel it. I heard the clicking of heels on the floor and then the door opened. Missy had arrived. Despite wearing stiletto boots and a tight leather dress, she somehow made it all look all tasteful. She carried an air of authority about her that is for sure. I hated to think it but Daren had certainly traded up. We ordered food, I had meant to order something I could maybe afford (I still had that gofundme money lol) but one look at the menu and I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Missy insisted anyways that I order whatever I want, she was a part investor in the restaurant so don’t worry about the cost. Then I asked her how Daren was and so on.
I guess being an executive she was great at disarming potential clients or reluctant models. Or maybe it was the champagne. Soon we were talking about my treatment and she suddenly whipped out a checkbook and wrote me a check for the $15k on the spot. For her the money was about as significant as ordering a cup of coffee, but for me this represented a whole month of life. Yeah, you could say she disarmed me at that point.
Then she outlined a proposition for me. She wanted to give me as a wedding present to Daren. She wanted to give me to Daren as a slave, to be used by Daren (and possibly her) sexually for anything he wishes, as well as to be a maid-servant in the house, and in return she would pay for my treatments.
I probably should have run, but two things. First, as I said I was rather disarmed at that point with alcohol and the happiness of the check in my hand. The second was that I was desperate. I really had no choice. Yes, the terms were shocking, but so was dying a horrible painful death of cancer.
She gave me a month to decide. She handed me a list of websites (most of which she ran) to visit and some descriptions of some hedonistic things that I would have to endure.
I won’t lie, I was no longer a virgin, and had some interesting sexual experiences since leaving Daren at the alter. I had read and watched the 50 shades series so had a tiny taste of this lifestyle. And there was a part of me that always regretted leaving Daren and wanted him. I guess he wanted me too.
After a month I agreed. She was so excited. I had two months to prepare before the wedding, get my affairs in order, plus she paid for near daily trips to the spa to ‘get my body in A+ shape’. And of course my monthly treatments. I literally had no belongings left in the world at that point so getting my affairs in order was pretty easy.
On the day they were to return from their honeymoon I slipped into their house as arranged. I threw my last ‘mine’ clothing into the garbage and went to the bedroom to prepare myself as the gift. In the room as a large box covered in wrapping paper. It did have numerous breathing holes so I would be okay in it for an extended time. But inside the box was something special. A K9 rack complete sat in the bottom. After closing the box with me inside I proceeded to lock my naked body into the contraption. The hydro colon therapy I had that morning meant that my ass was still tender, as I slipped in an anal hook attached to the top bar of the rack. I could just fit it in while arching my back to get my neck into the neck collar. Inserting the mouth gag was easy, but the chain holding to clips on my nose was harder. Speaking of clips, I gasped at how tight the nipple clamps were, as the weight of the chains extending to the floor pulled down. Locking my ankles and then finally my wrists into the rack I was now nearly completely immobilized.
I waited for my new life to begin. I knew my ex was going to fuck me for the first time in a few hours, and god knows what other tortures and there was nothing I could do about it. I had no choice, to refuse was death. Somehow, I don’t know why, my cunt became wet with anticipation as I heard the door to the room open. They were home.
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