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The next morning Jolene rose and was surprised to find Casey waiting at the breakfast table holding a pair of joggers out.
“You all ready for a run sis or do you need a coffee first?” she asked.
“Fuck Casey! Really? Dammit, yes definitely coffee first,” Jolene replied.
“Ok, drink it fast though. The new you awaits,” Casey replied, just a little too cheerfully for Jolene’s liking.
Soon Jolene found herself wearing nothing except her joggers at the local park while Casey stood beside her equally naked but definitely the more comfortable of the two sisters.
“Ok, try to keep up!” Casey announced as she took off running.
It’d been years since Jolene had done any real exercise but she immediately took off after Casey with everything she had just the same, hoping to surprise her younger and fitter sibling that she wasn’t as out of shape as she thought. It quickly became apparent though that Jolene had seriously overestimated her capabilities. Casey didn’t even look like she was trying yet Jolene wasn’t able to close the gap at all. She barely made it half way around the park before she was reduced to a walking pace while trying to catch her breath. Soon Casey had lapped her.
“C’mon sis, you won’t work that puppy fat off that way,” she said as she passed by.
Jolene was outraged at the puppy fat comment and tried to set off running again but barely made it ten metres before she collapsed breathless again. Soon Casey came up again and pulled alongside her.
“You ok sis?” Casey asked. “Ok, when you catch your breath let’s try a slower jogging pace.”
Jolene just nodded in response, still unable to breathe. At last she signalled to Casey that she was ready to go and they both set off at a slow trot, but then a new problem emerged. The door knocker was making her aroused! She slowed to a stop again.
“What’s up?” Casey asked.
Jolene held a finger up, and then signalled she was ready to go again when she thought the arousal had dissipated. She was wrong. A few steps later her legs got all wobbly and she had to sit down on the ground, both out of breath and pre-orgasmic.
“Oh dear, you’re really out of shape aren’t you Jolene?” Casey asked in some surprise.
“Fucking…. door knocker…” Jolene wheezed. “How… is it…not…affecting…you?”
“Haha,” Casey replied with a cheeky smile. “Double-stick tape! I learnt that trick fairly early on. You just put a small piece under the knocker and it stops it jiggling. I bought some spare for you. I just wanted to see how long you’d last.”
“Fucking…bitch…” Jolene panted with a smile, realising she was the victim of a prank.
Jolene managed a few more laps alternating between jogging and walking once the tape was in place. At last they were home again and she gratefully hit the shower.
“So what’s for breakfast today bitch?” Cassandra asked as Jolene emerged from the shower.
“Um… sorry Cassandra. Casey and I went for a run,” Jolene explained. “What can I get for you?”
“Coffee first. Then it feels like a pancake kind of day,” Cassandra replied, and then smiled to herself as Jolene dutifully brought a mug of coffee to her and set about preparing the pancake mix. It was so good to see Jolene like this.
“Do I smell pancakes?” Greg asked sleepily as he emerged. “Cool! Bring it on.”
“After breakfast I have a job for you sis,” Casey remarked.
“No problems Casey,” Jolene replied. “What is it you need me to do?”
“Well, there’s a whole lot of clothes you won’t be needing anymore,” Casey replied. “I want you to pack them all up and take them to charity, except for one. Pick out your favourite dress to burn later for your nudist coming out party.”
“You’re not going to make me go out in public on my own are you?” Jolene asked in horror.
“Sorry sis, this is your life now. You need to start getting used to it. You may as well do the grocery shopping while you’re out too. I’ll give you a list,” Casey replied, trying her best to sound firm. It was hard to do this to Jolene but she knew it was important that she experienced everything she’d done to her. Plus she really did need to get used to experiencing life as a nudist.
“I understand,” Jolene replied with her eyes down. She was not looking forward to this at all, especially realising it was likely to be a regular part of her life now that she was in the lowest position in the house.
“We’ll also have to talk to Mark to see if he’s interested in signing you up for some photoshoots,” Casey added.
“You don’t think I’m too fat?” Jolene asked.
“Not at all,” Casey replied. “You are carrying a bit extra but you carry it well. It just makes you curvier. It’s kind of cute.”
“You don’t want to wait a couple of months until I drop a few pounds?”
“Well, we’ll see what Mark thinks but I think you look totally fine,” Casey replied. “I was also thinking maybe we can talk about commissioning him to do some shoots to go up on our site instead of his so we go more in-house and taksim escort increase our profits?”
“That’s kind of a good idea Casey but it could also work against us. Some of these studios like Mark’s have thousands of followers so it increases our fame which all comes around to work in our favour. Plus, because of their reach we probably make more from our modelling fee than we would if we hosted all of our own content,” Jolene commented.
“I get where you’re coming from,” Casey replied after thinking about it. “Still, I think there could be benefit in hosting some of our own photoshoots under each of our profiles in addition to being paid as models. What do you think?”
“Sure, it can’t hurt,” Jolene decided. “I guess if Mark wants to wait for me to get in better shape then maybe we’ll just do our own photoshoots. We all have some modelling experience now and we have some decent cameras here. Maybe we don’t even need outside help to do our own shoots?”
“Damn girl, great idea,” Cassandra responded. “Why didn’t we think of this before? You up for some camera work on the back deck later Gregster?”
“Sure Cass,” Greg replied. “I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a morning. What have you got in mind?”
“I dunno, maybe we do some glamour stuff around the garden and then maybe some dildo play on the back deck?” Cassandra suggested. “When breakfast is done I’ll take a shower and get my shit together. You be good by then?”
“Yeah, no worries. I might take a shower myself to try to wake up a bit more,” Greg replied, rising to give Cassandra a kiss before heading to the bathroom.
“Will you need any help with your clothes?” Casey asked Jolene.
“No, I’ll be fine thanks Casey,” Jolene replied. “I’m more nervous about doing the shopping on my own.”
“I know,” Casey replied somewhat sadly, not forgetting at all how humiliated she felt the first few times she was naked in public. “It’s going to take some getting used to and unfortunately there’s no easy way to do it.”
Jolene nodded in agreement and set about cleaning up the breakfast dishes before heading to her room to pack up all of her clothes. It was sad to see some of them go but they were all just reminders now of the life she used to have, so in many ways she was glad of it. Seeing them every day would just make her yearn for them.
“I’ll give Mark a call while you’re out and see when he can fit you in,” Casey said as she helped Jolene load her car with her clothes. “Ok, you have the shopping list? All good?”
“Thanks Casey. Yep, I have it. I’m nervous as fuck but I know I have to do this. There’s no easy way around it,” Jolene responded.
Casey put her hand on Jolene’s shoulder and gave her an encouraging smile.
“Just call if you freak out too bad and we’ll be there,” she assured.
“Thanks Casey.”
Jolene had no difficulties depositing her clothes in the goodwill bin, apart from some final sadness and one idiot passing by in a car who tooted his horn, but as she sat in her car at the supermarket she started to panic.
“C’mon Jolene,” she said to herself. “You’re not some scared little girl. You’ve been nude in public before. So you’re on your own now? Big deal! Harden the fuck up! Get this shit done!”
And with that she opened her door and stepped out into the car park. It wasn’t long before people started noticing her.
“Holy fuck! Another nudist!”
“I think I’ve seen her before but I don’t know where…”
“Bit of a saggy ass on her but the tits are nice.”
“Nice clitty ring.”
“Hey baby, doing anything later?”
“Well it won’t be you,” Jolene replied icily. “Get the fuck out of my face.”
“Woah, feisty! I like it!”
Jolene rolled her eyes but was also slightly thankful for the harassment. A little bit of anger helped her feel a lot less timid. She grabbed a shopping cart, consulted the shopping list and started seeking out the items.
It was interesting watching people’s reactions. Some stared with their mouths open, some felt the need to say something while others made no effort to hide their obvious desire for her. It made her smile to herself. This wasn’t so bad after all. She was still master of the situation.
Then she felt a hand on her butt! What the fuck?
She turned around to see an older man gloating at her. His face made her skin crawl. He was almost salivating, and that stupid grin! Her hand immediately swung and she connected with a very satisfying smack to the side of his face. The man was propelled into the shelves, knocking several items down as he tried to regain his balance. As he looked up again, his face had contorted in rage.
“You fucking bitch!” he screamed and then lunged at her.
Jolene was ready and immediately delivered a front kick to his solar plexus. He doubled over winded but not before swinging a wide punch. She easily evaded it and then used it to lock his arm behind him, holding him in the bent over position. Suddenly a security etiler escort guard came running up.
“Ma’am, ma’am! What seems to be the problem here?” he asked with obvious concern.
“This asshole assaulted me!” Jolene replied.
“Assaulted you?” the man objected. “You hit me in the fucking face!”
“That was after you grabbed my ass you filthy pervert!” Jolene said to him.
“It’ll all be on the store cameras ma’am if you’d like to press charges?” the guard asked.
“No, I think he’s learned his lesson. Just get him out of here,” Jolene requested.
“As you wish ma’am. Sir, please come with me,” the guard said, addressing the man. Thankfully he went peacefully and Jolene was able to continue shopping. The adrenaline eventually subsided and soon Jolene was smiling to herself. Greg’s training had paid off and she was now officially a bad-ass!
She finished the shopping with no further issues and was at last back at home unloading the grocery bags. Casey came out to help her.
“How did you go? I hope it wasn’t too bad?” she asked.
“No, it was fine. I had a pervert grab my ass but I dropped him no worries,” she replied with a smile.
“What the fuck! Are you ok?” Casey asked with concern.
“Totally fine Casey. I handled him, and maybe he’ll think twice before he does that to anyone else.”
“Oh good. Good for you!” she replied, giving Jolene a high five. “Oh, I called Mark. He’s really excited and says he can fit you in this afternoon for a session at 3pm.”
“Oh ok. I guess I’m doing my first photoshoot then…” Jolene swallowed. “How did Cassandra and Greg go with their shoot?”
“They’re still at it out the back,” Casey replied. “They’ve been at it for ages though. We should probably check.”
Casey and Jolene looked out the back window to see Greg lying on a deckchair kissing Cassandra. Cassandra’s legs were wide open while Greg pushed a dildo in and out of her.
“We might need a new photographer,” Jolene observed with a laugh.
Casey rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Bloody Cassandra,” she laughed. “I should have known anything between those two would turn out like this.”
*****
Later in the day, Jolene arrived at Mark’s at precisely 3pm and he was indeed very pleased to see her.
“Wow, I’m amazed to see you decided to join Casey and Cassandra,” he exclaimed on her arrival. “I do love this whole Crescent Girls thing Casey was telling me about. The clitty ring and everything is just so cute and hot, not to mention you’re all registered nudists now. The subscribers all love it!”
“Yeah, I figured it was time I joined in,” Jolene lied.
“That is awesome to hear!” Mark replied. “Listen, how would you feel about a bondage themed shoot today? I have a new set out the back that I’ve been dying to give a go.”
“Um… yeah, I guess so,” Jolene replied with some hesitation. “I don’t like being tied up though. As long as you let me free if I start to feel uncomfortable.”
“Sure, sure,” Mark replied.
“Where’s Gillian today?” Jolene asked, noticing her absence.
“Oh, she had to go out for a few hours. It’s just you and I today,” Mark replied as he turned away from her to head out to the studio. “Come through anyway. Let’s get you started.”
Soon Mark was fixing leather cuffs around Jolene’s wrists. She could see chains from them leading up to pulleys fixed to a steel girder above her head. It was somewhat alarming being bound but she trusted Mark and went along with it.
“Are you ok with a ball gag Jolene?” he asked.
“Um… not really but I should be ok for a while,” Jolene replied.
Mark stood behind her and fixed the ball gag into her mouth and she felt him buckling it up behind her head. It was uncomfortable and she hoped it would soon be over.
“Ok, I’m just going to hoist you up a bit now,” Mark announced as he moved over to a block and tackle to one side and started pulling the chain. The chains going through the pulleys were very noisy and then to Jolene’s surprise she felt her arms being pulled up above her head and then she was being lifted off the ground! She did her best to smile through it behind the ball gag though. On a certain level it was just so ridiculous.
“Ok, now the legs,” Mark announced, and then Jolene felt leather cuffs being fixed around her ankles and her legs were being pulled open. At last she was suspended off the ground with her arms straight up and her legs pulled wide apart. She could hardly move a muscle. Mark looked her over and then looked straight into her eyes. He suddenly looked worried and sad like he was about to cry.
“I’m sorry Jolene. I had no choice ok?” he said, and then abruptly walked away! What the fuck?
Jolene tried to struggle and make noise though the ball gag but it was useless. She was stuck hard and could only manage pathetic moans and gurgles. She looked around in terror and realised she was all alone. Where the fuck had Mark gone? What was going on?
Suddenly besiktaş escort she saw three men approaching in expensive business suits. All appeared to be in their forties or fifties. One seemed vaguely familiar. He was slightly portly but also obviously carried a lot of muscle. Another was extremely obese and must have been nearly seven feet tall. The third was an Asian guy carrying a brief case. He was thin and wiry with a certain agility to his step. Finally they all stood in front of her and the vaguely familiar one spoke.
“Hello buttana. Is time we met. I am Joe Bloccato.”
Jolene suddenly increased her struggling and tried desperately to scream but was only able to make muffled mewling sounds through her gag. The other two men smiled as they watched her.
“Is good. You know who I am then, and you must then have some idea why I’m here,” Joe began.
“Mphhhh! Gnhhhhhh!” was the best Jolene could manage. Drool had started to run down her chin now.
“It seems you like to hit girls. Jimmy, hand me that whip thing there with all of the tails. Yes that one,” Joe said addressing the Asian man. Jimmy strode over and passed the implement to Joe.
“Mphhhh! Mphh! Mphhhhhhh!”
Joe walked around behind Jolene and then without warning whipped her across the buttocks with all of his strength. The pain was extraordinary and Jolene writhed in agony as tears welled up in her eyes causing her mascara to run.
“It hurts yes?” Joe calmly asked, before striking her again in exactly the same place.
Jolene’s eyes bulged and her struggling increased.
“Today you learn what happens to girls who don’t show proper respect to a Bloccato,” Joe continued before striking her again across her back, and then again across the back of her thighs. Each blow left several welts across Jolene’s pale skin. “I think you think twice next time?”
Jolene furiously nodded her assent.
“Is good. See you learn already,” Joe observed before landing several more blows across her back and legs.
“Mphhh! Gnhhhhhh! Mphh!”
Soon Jolene lost count of how many times she had been whipped or even how long she had been there now. Time seemed to have slowed to a stop and the frustration of not being able to even move was taking its toll. Yet still she struggled and writhed against the bonds. Pain and terror had replaced all rational thought.
“Alberto, take this whip. My arm tires,” Joe said while handing the whip to the enormous man accompanying him. “Please hit the buttana in the cunt.”
Alberto obediently stood in front of Jolene’s naked and writhing body and then without hesitation swung the whip upwards between her legs. Jolene screamed as best she could through the gag. This pain was on a whole new level.
“And the tits,” Joe ordered. “Then keep going. I want a nice pattern across the front of her to match the rear. Don’t break the skin though. This bitch is a performer and must make money for my daughter.”
Soon Jolene was covered in welts on the front and back of her body including her upper legs. Each time the whip touched her it had been excruciatingly painful and it now felt like her whole body was on fire. She had cried so much she wondered how she had any tears left. How had she not passed out?
“And so ends the lesson about beating a Bloccato,” Joe finally announced. “Now you learn the lesson about piercing a Bloccato. Jimmy?”
Jimmy silently strode up to Jolene and opened his brief case. From it he produced a pair of forceps and suddenly gripped Jolene’s left nipple with it. Then she felt a sudden pain and Jimmy stepped back to reach into his briefcase again. Jolene looked down at her chest and in shock saw that her nipple had been pierced and it now bore a stainless steel ring!
Without hesitating he then did the same to her other nipple. The pain was unbearable and she was unable to even put a hand on it to attempt to soothe it, or any of the welts now all over her body. All she could do was cry and mewl pathetically into the ball gag.
“Buttana, I’m letting you off easily today. I hope you have learned your lesson and we will not need to meet again under such circumstances?” Joe asked her.
Jolene nodded her head vigorously.
“The rings will stay to remind you of this day ok?”
Jolene nodded equally vigorously to indicate her agreement. Her eyes conveyed pure terror.
“Ok, I will leave you in peace then. You will be a good performer for Cassandra’s business and not think of double-crossing her I trust?”
Jolene nodded vigorously again.
“Ok, then you are safe from further meetings of this nature as long as that continues to be true,” Joe assured her. “Farewell buttana. Remember to be good to my daughter.”
And with that the three men departed just as suddenly as they arrived. Jolene could only cry as she continued to hang spreadeagled with the ball gag in her mouth. Her arms were tired and cramping, her nipples hurt with the new rings in them and small trickles of blood ran down her breasts. All over her body the welts were stinging. On a positive note she was still alive. She had feared that wouldn’t be the case when Joe had first appeared.
Finally after about five minutes Mark reappeared.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry Jolene. Oh my God, do you need an ambulance? Let’s get you down.”