As Frank and Helen were seriously discussing how they were going to get home now, as well as the thought of what home would look like, there was a knock on the door. They looked at each other wondering what they should do. They were both still naked, with nothing to cover themselves. Not even a washcloth was left by their intruders from the night before.

Helen went to the door and looked out the peephole. There was nobody there. They waited 10 minutes and still nothing happened. She decided to take another look. Still nobody there. She cracked the door open just enough to see the parking lot. No new vehicles parked in the lot. She happened to look down and noticed a phone lying in front of the door. She looked once more at the parking lot, still nobody there, no new vehicles. She quickly opened the door and grabbed the phone. As soon as she got the phone inside it buzzed.

She and Frank sat on the bed and read the text.

“This is your new phone. Your other phones are in my possession and will be kept safe if you do what I say. Both of you need to walk out of the room and come to the front of the motel. There is a silver Mercedes waiting for you.”

Helen and Frank looked at each other, puzzled.

“What should we do?” Frank asked.

“I don’t know Frank. I’m so sorry I got us mixed up in this. I really was just trying to–”

“It’s going to be alright,” Frank interrupted. “We’re both alive and we’ll figure this out. I’d rather not go to the police, but if we have to it won’t be the end of the world.”

The phone buzzed again.

“You have exactly five minutes or you not only miss the ride, but I will send pictures of Frank with a dick in his mouth to everyone in his contacts. Don’t think I won’t send pictures of Helen to her contacts,” the message read.

They looked at each other and headed for the door. Once outside, they quickly scurried along the series of rooms, still naked, and around the end of the motel to the front. As they passed the front office as the man at the desk took a video of them leaving. He was paid $50 to upload the video to a private cloud server. For $50 more, he didn’t need to know why.

They found the silver Mercedes, as instructed, and climbed in the back. The driver never said a word.

“Where are you taking us? We want to know right now or we’re calling the police!” Helen demanded.

They sat in silence, waiting for the driver to answer. The phone buzzed.

“No, you won’t call anyone. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do exactly as I say. If you question or threaten me or my driver or any of my people again, this picture gets sent.”

Another buzz.

It was a picture of Frank sitting in the metal chair sucking a big black cock. No reference, no indication that he was tied up, no background to explain what was going on as the photo was taken. They knew they were fucked.

The car pulled up in front of a barbershop located in a part of town that they were not familiar with. The phone buzzed.

“Helen needs to get out and go into the barbershop now. Frank, you keep this phone. Don’t think, just go. NOW!”

Another buzz.

A picture of Helen on the ottoman servicing two men. Neither man was touching her or even giving the appearance that they were making her suck or fuck them. The picture made it look clear that Helen was enjoying herself between two friends of hers.

She quickly got out of the car and ran inside.

The car sped off as Helen watched from the big open window of the barbershop. She was horrified.

“Come with me. I’m Theo, the owner here. My nephew said you’d be stopping by. We’re gonna make a lot of money with you,” Theo said, looking her over and licking his lips.

The shop was full of men, mostly older, as they watched Helen walk through following Theo. Several whistles and catcalls were aimed at Helen, still naked, as she blushed and hurried past the men as they sat in their chairs getting haircuts and creating tents in their laps, counting the minutes.

The Mercedes pulled up in front of Frank and Helen’s beautiful picture perfect two story house. It was 11:00 am on Saturday and everyone was out cutting their grass as the car parked on the street in front of the house.

The phone buzzed.

“Get out now or my driver starts blowing his horn.”

Another buzz.

This time it was a picture of Dottie squatted above Frank’s face pissing on him.

He quickly jumped out of the car, still naked, and ran to the front door. It was locked.

The phone buzzed in his hand.

“Go check your mail dipshit!”

Frank looked puzzled. Several of his neighbors had shut off their mowers and now stood watching as he read the text. He looked down the street and realized they were watching him. He was horrified. He quickly ran to the mailbox, covering himself, opened it and took out the envelope. His neighbors watched with anticipation.

His next door neighbor was a divorced woman in her thirties named Samantha. They made eye contact as he took out the key and headed back to the front door. When he reached the door, he realized the key wasn’t for the front, it was for the back door, which was located inside the fence where their pool was.

Samantha watched as Frank ran around the side of the house where she stood, arms folded and leaning on her mower. She was intrigued, to say the least. He had fantasized about fucking her in the pool so many times. Now, he never wanted to see her again.

He disappeared through the gate and into the back yard. He was finally out of view from every neighbor who watched the scene. He looked out his front window and saw them one by one go back to cutting grass, with the exception of Samantha. She was walking to the house across the street that belonged to the other divorced woman in the neighborhood, Erica. Her car was parked in the driveway. Erica was a bitch. Frank took note, then went to get a shower.

Theo had Helen on her knees in the back room closet. She was an OK cocksucker, as cocksuckers go, but he would need to get his nephew to set her up with some training as soon as she finished him off. It had been a few months since he had his last slave that he kept in the back. She was somehow able to escape, although Theo suspected she had help. This time his nephew assured him there wouldn’t be an issue, plus he had another surprise coming today at closing time. It could be anything.

Theo presented Helen with her new clothes. It was a one piece black, form fitting leotard with a separate hood. She was able to see out, but you couldn’t see in. There were cutouts in the hood for her mouth as well as two holes in the top for pigtails. The body suit had cutouts for her big titties, and it was crotchless for accessibility to her holes. She put on the ridiculous suit and Theo took her to the closet and had her stand in the stirrups of the “Mood Maker” and strapped her to the machine. It was a hydraulic tubular metal skeletal apparatus that she was strapped into by her legs, thighs, waist, arms, shoulders, and neck. The final piece was attached as a helmet, of sorts, which controlled her faceless head, for those moments when she wasn’t in the mood to give a blowjob.

Once she was secured to the machine, Theo took out the remote and pressed the #1 button. Instantly the machine motors begin shifting and moving Helen into place. When it stopped, she was in the air, but mounted as if on all fours. She was spread wide with her ass facing the entry to the closet exactly waist high. All the customers had to do was open the door, unzip and begin fucking her wide open pussy or her ass, depending on which package they paid for. Not everyone was honest about getting what they paid for, but in this case it didn’t matter. Helen was just a set of holes now.

He pressed the #2 button and the machine came alive again. When it stopped, she was turned exactly 180°, now facing the door, waist high. Perfect for a blowjob. She felt so humiliated, mounted to this machine with her privates exposed and unprotected. Nobody would know that, of course. They were paying for a service and it didn’t matter to them who was providing it. Helen’s holes, or someone else’s. Holes were holes to them.

He pressed the #3 button and the machine, once again, came to life. When it stopped, she was exactly the same, but upside-down. Theo took his cock out and dropped it on her chin. His balls were hanging directly in front of her eyes. She had a close up and personal view of his nutsack. He stepped back and pressed the asterisk button. Her head began moving back and forth and a sharp object pricked the bottom of her foot. She screamed and Theo shoved his cock into her mouth.

“Suck, bitch. Anytime anybody opens this door and lays their cock on your chin, you better be lightening fucking fast about sucking it, you hear me?” Theo sternly said as he slapped Helen’s faceless face.

She immediately sucked him as if her life depended on it while the helmet forced her head back and forth. He pressed it again and the helmet doubled its speed. Helen tried to keep up but she wasn’t that coordinated.

Theo began cumming so he pulled out and dumped his load all over her hooded mask.

He pressed the “END” button and the helmet immediately stopped. He pressed the #4 button and the machine moved Helen into an upside-down position, all fours straight up in the air. Her ass was waist high and he slapped it hard with his hand. He laughed and closed the door. She was ready to make him some serious cash.

Frank had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off when the doorbell rang. He carefully stepped through the living room and moved the curtains back, ever so slightly. It was Samantha and Erica. He froze. What was he supposed to do now? He looked back again and saw that Erica was looking directly at him. Fucking bitch. He was busted. He wrapped his towel around himself and went to the door. He took a deep breath as the doorbell rang again.

“Coming!” he yelled as if he was elsewhere in the house. He counted to ten and slowly opened the door as if surprised.

“Oh, hey Samantha. Hey Erica. Helen isn’t home right now, she’s in town doing some–”

He was cut off as Samantha shoved the door open and walked in, followed by Erica.

“Helen isn’t home? So you’re here all alone? Is that right Frank?” Samantha asked, looking around as if she was genuinely curious about the whole situation.

“Umm, yes actually. I, well, well we were out of town and, well, funny story. See Helen and I were, umm, camping, and we were, you know, or maybe you don’t. It’s our 10 year wedding anniversary and we were, you know, celebrating. So, we decided, umm, we decided to go skinny dipping, and wouldn’t you know, some teenagers saw us and stole our clothes. I had to call a friend of mine to come pick us up and bring me home. So, that’s why I was undressed outside before. I don’t know if you saw me, but that’s what happened. Exactly how it happened. So, what brings you two over here? You need to borrow some eggs or milk or something?” Frank asked nonchalantly.

“Skinny dipping, huh? So why couldn’t you drive yourself home?” Samantha asked, with an obvious amount of skepticism in her tone.

“Oh, well I, uhh, well, those kids took my keys and so we were stark naked and didn’t have any way home,” Frank said, digging his hole deeper and deeper.

“So where exactly is Helen? In town naked? Doing what?” Samantha asked, clearly busting him out in the lie.

Suddenly his new phone buzzed.

“Umm, I’m so sorry. I really need to catch this,” he said, trying to usher them out the door. “How about you stop by tomorrow and we’ll all have a good laugh and we’ll tell you all about it. OK? Good bye. See you tomorrow,” he said, shoving them out the door.