Chapter 2
Her ordeal had started Wednesday night when Nisa, one of Victoria’s assistants, rang her doorbell. The girl was probably Thai, but under the FFP mask, it was hard to tell. When Charlotte opened the door, Nisa dragged her large, beaten trolley into the living room and rolled out a pink mat on the floor.
“Get naked,” she ordered, opening the suitcase. “Ms. Victoria says you need a waxing.”
Yeah, because she told me not to shave.
“Look,” Charlotte said, “I absolutely hate waxing. Can’t I just use a razor?”
Nisa gave her a stern look. “That’s not really your choice now, is it? Don’t worry, I’m a licensed cosmetologist, I’ve waxed thousands of snatches. Now get naked, you slut.”
“Fine.” Charlotte sighed, stepping out of her jogging pants. “Everything?”
“Take it all off. I like to look at a nice pair of tits when I work.”
As Nisa plugged in the wax heater, Charlotte stood naked on the mat, clenching her muscles around the large Titan plug she’d been wearing for hours in preparation. She glanced at the contents of the suitcase. Wax pellets, latex gloves, various other cosmetic equipment and, of course, a large supply of sex toys in their original packages. It would be cheaper ordering them online. Victoria’s markup was nothing short of predatory.
While the wax melted, Nisa pulled out measuring tape.
“What’s that for?” Charlotte asked, adjusting her own mask.
“To find the right size. We’re gonna lock up your holes in a chastity belt.”
“Why? Everything’s on lockdown. I’m single, and it’s not like I could pick up someone at a bar.”
Nisa grabbed Charlotte’s nipple and gave it a sharp twist. “Shut up, you horny slut. Ms. Victoria says you masturbate too much, and we need a way to hold your plug in.” She reached between Charlotte’s legs and inserted two gloved fingers. “I haven’t even done anything, and you’re already leaking pussy juice. Pathetic.”
“This fucking pandemic is messing with my head.”
As Nisa masturbated her with rapid strokes, Charlotte moaned, pushing her hips forward. This is exactly what I need right now!
“Forget it.” Nisa pulled her fingers out. “I’ve got a job to do, and I can’t have you squirting on the rug. Get your ass on the mat.”
“What are you doing?” Charlotte asked when Nisa turned a dial on the wax heater.
“Turning up the heat. For a hot cunt like yours, the wax needs to be extra hot.”
Lying down on her back, Charlotte gritted her teeth. The pain from the scorching wax was a stark reminder why she preferred shaving. Nisa worked on her crotch none too gently, leaving no stubble in place as she ripped the wax from her cunt.
Licensed cosmetologist, my ass. That woman is a brute.
“Hey! This hurts!”
Nisa shot her an annoyed glare. “Shut up. Do you think I want to be here? I’d rather spread my legs at Victoria’s and make real money instead of waxing ungrateful cunts.”
“You’re a wh–... prostitute?”
“Not at the moment, with everything on fucking lockdown. Now I have to drag this goddamn suitcase around and deal with stupid bitches like you.”
Charlotte winced as more hair was ripped out with its roots. “And how is that job? The whoring, I mean?”
“Try it. You’ve got the tits for it, and ass-fucking won’t be a problem with you either.” Nisa sat back and wiped her forehead with her sleeve. “Speaking of which, it’s time to pull that plug.”
“Why?”
“Because your asshole needs waxing, too.”
With a sigh, Charlotte turned onto her stomach, pushing to expel the fat Titan. It was the largest to date in her collection, and it took some straining to get it out. Resigned to her fate, she waited while Nisa cleaned her butt crack with wet wipes.
“I brought you the next size,” she said, spreading hot wax around Charlotte’s asshole. “That’s quite a step up from this puny thing.”
Puny thing?
Her face beet red, Charlotte stared at the Titan that Nisa had placed right under her nose. The brown streaks along its wide body were mortifying, and so was its stench.
“And how long do I have to wear it?” Charlotte asked, trying to ignore the unfamiliar pain.
“I don’t know. My job is to seal your whore ass and lock it. And now shut up, or I’ll have you suck that plug.”
The whole excruciating procedure took almost two hours. Nisa cleaned the now smooth but reddened areas with soap and applied a moisturizer.
“If you were a regular customer, I’d say avoid irritants like tight clothing for twenty-four hours, but that’s not really an option here.” Nisa rummaged in her suitcase. “Next order of business: stuff that ass.”
After she located the package, she sat down on the couch and flipped through the channels, helping herself to the pack of cookies on the couch table. Meanwhile, Charlotte squatted on the mat, fighting an epic, painful battle against the Atlas, a monstrous piece of silicon in a ridiculous, shocking orange. Time and again she added more lube, trying her best to push the huge thing up her rectum. It was excruciating. No matter how much she pushed, her tortured sphincter didn’t yield.
She groaned. “I don’t think I can do it.”
“Yes, you can,” Nisa said with a full mouth. She ran a finger over the dusty tabletop. “What, have you stopped cleaning, you slob?”
“My cleaner quit on me. I haven’t found a new one yet.”
“Huh.” Nisa propped her feet on the table. “That’s the third one in two months, isn’t it? Have you been rude again?”
Charlotte sighed. “Yes. But please, this plug’s just too big.”
“You’ll be surprised how much bigger you can go with practice and dedication. Whine all you want, that plug’s going up your ass. Just say the word, and I’ll stuff it in.”
“No, no, I got it.” Charlotte stared at the gigantic orange thing that seemed to mock her. “Gimme some time, okay? Why don’t you just lean back and eat even more of my stuff?”
It took half an hour and countless attempts until her sphincter was sufficiently stretched to accommodate the widest part of the plug.
“My God, it’s in! It’s finally in!” She lay back down on the mat, taking a deep, shaky breath. “Oh fuck, that thing is brutal. It feels like I have to take the biggest shit of my life.”
Nisa shrugged, brushing cookie crumbs from her lap. “See, I knew that whore ass could take it. Now let’s get you belted.”