5 Stages of Kleptomania Grief

It was Dinah Lee's end of the year vacation break after her exams at University. She could have been doing other things on this Saturday morning, like hanging out with either her friends or with her boyfriend David. Yet she had to cancel her date with David at the last minute because of her obligation to attend her next rehabilitation session, still facilitated by her chief blackmailer Ethan Law.

In her past two sessions she had been sexually assaulted and humiliated, and her body surprisingly enjoyed the experience. She cannot let David know about this complicated situation. She had a wild sexual experience in the past with her first boyfriend Aaron, but having matured and believing that sex should be something special, she insisted with David that sex should be after marriage.

Yesterday night, she held back her indignance and showed Ethan her entire wardrobe via a video call. Right before his eyes, she stripped off and tried on a few selected outfits of his choice, one after another.

She even had to rub her pussy to climax for him. Despite all that had happened to her so far, her face still turned red with embarrassment at being watched by an older man while masturbating.

"No, that's not your third session, but to ready you for it," Ethan told her as he called it a night.

Dinah had no idea she would lose even more of her innocence today.

Dinah located the entrance of the hotel she was instructed to go to. Ethan picked the yellow floral sundress for her, paired off with high heels and a flowing pigtail on each side of her ear. None of her boyfriends, not even Aaron, had controlled her dress sense this way.

The short dress showed off much of her thighs, more than she liked, which was why she rarely wore that. She felt so small and vulnerable, as if she was a little girl among a sea of predatory men. She ignored the stares from a few men passing - This place was infamous for its close vicinity to the red light district and often used by people for short-time sexual liaisons.

She walked up to the hotel reception. A young man looking at most a couple of years younger than her, was sitting behind the counter engrossed with his own phone.

"Excuse me, I am visiting Room 1314," She meekly asked Michael Loy, presumably the boy's name based on the counter's name tag.

Michael perked up upon hearing that number.

"Room 1314?" He looked at her up and down while asking for confirmation.

"Yes."

"Visitor ID?" The boy demanded, with a smile curling up at his corners.

Dinah sighed. As per instructions, she expected the reception to demand proof that she was the visitor Ethan was expecting.

She turned back, bent over and slowly pulled down her panties right in front of Michael. She blushed a little when she thought the boy probably caught a glimpse of her bare cunt thanks to that short dress.

She paused, and remembered the bra as well. She unhooked her bra on the spot, loosened the straps and pulled it out of her dress.

She handed her bras and panties over to the gleeful boy's stretched out palm, who verified the words "I am a slut" written in red marker ink all over them, and eagerly kept them.

Michael then passed her the access card for Room 1314 along with the directions. She felt Michael's glance on her back as she headed for the lifts.

She had already sent a message to Ethan that she was on her way to his room, so she had no need for the access card anyway.

Ethan opened the door and received her with enthusiasm.

The room was basic but adequate in terms of bedroom necessities, with an old queen-sized bed at the center and a night stand next to it. There were four metal bed posts at each corner of the bed. What was of immediate concern were the multiple coils of ropes lying on the bed.

It was now or never, Dinah thought as she stepped into the room. She had to convince Ethan to stop this "rehabilitation".

"That was the second pair of underwear I lost this week," Dinah hissed.

Ethan merely looked amused.

"Those weren't cheap, I spent nearly $100 on two pairs!"

"Consider that payment for this rehabilitation."

"You... I do not deserve this. I only stole a $2 lipstick, and you did... so much to... me," Dinah's voice trembled as she struggled to find the words to describe her humiliation and violation at these men's hands.

"What did we do to you?! Didn't you cum during the sessions? You enjoyed that didn't you?"

"... No!" The red-faced Dinah looked away.

"Let's find out again, shall we?" Ethan grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the bed.

"Let me go, please. You had enough fun with me already."

"Not quite. We want to cure you of your kleptomania habit. We are going to let you know how you hurt us and how you are going to atone for it."

"Us?" Dinah mumbled in confusion as she let Ethan slip her sundress' straps off her shoulders and pulled it down.

Ethan made the naked girl lay spreadeagled on the bed, where her hands and feet were tied to each corner of the bed post. Looking up, she noticed a projector screen along with a laptop next to it. A mobile webcam was positioned and pointing between her legs.

Dinah did her best not to panic, but her mind raced with anticipation of being subjected to more shameful sex acts - This time with no chance of breaking free.

Ethan switched on the laptop and projector screen.

The huge screen displayed a title "Dinah Lee's Atonement" with a photo of herself posing naked with a cute pouting expression at the center, which she immediately recognized was taken yesterday in the security room by Asher, her other blackmailer. On the right hand side was a list of personnel icons and fast flowing chat messages containing many vulgar and sexual terms.

The photo faded out, replaced with a brief video clip of her sucking Ethan's cock... And then Dinah was looking at herself on the screen. The webcam had been activated.

"Yes, gentlemen, we are live," Ethan's voice boomed out.

"Live?! Who?! You promised to keep this private!"

"It is private. An online video conference which is invitation-only. Some people I know were willing to pay good money to watch you atone for your crimes," Ethan explained.

Dinah felt humiliated for being treated like some webcam pornstar for anonymous men to watch for their own sexual gratification. However, being tied up, she had gone too far to back out now, with the now naked Ethan joining her on the bed.

"So let's start off asking Dinah what she is guilty of," Ethan murmured as he began licking her nipples, his hand moving down between her legs.

She closed her eyes, remaining silent. She wanted to block out the sensations and refused to look at the screen at what was probably the paying viewers enjoying her squirming.

"Dinah, we are waiting," Ethan called out as he jammed fingers up her twat without warning.

"I'm... I'm not guilty!" Dinah gasped in surprise as she quickly declared.

"Then why are my fingers wet, my cute little Dinah? Deep within you really wanted to atone for your guilt of stealing by submitting to us, and you like submitting to us, don't you?" Ethan chuckled.

"No... What I was caught for was nothing serious!"

Another involuntary moan escaped her lips as Ethan continued to thrust his fingers in and out her, listing her crimes one by one.

"One, more than 3 years ago, you were caught shoplifting. And that was only the start."

"Two, you falsely accused me of molesting you so you can get out of trouble."

"Three, because of your false accusation, I lost my friends, my colleagues shunned me, and I was forced to quit my job - Even when I am found innocent."

"I... I'm sorry you lost your job... But it wasn't my fault others hate you," Dinah clumsily defended herself while Ethan stirring and rousing her pussy began to distract her.

"Those social justice warriors are just barking dogs. You unleashed them! You are responsible!" Ethan concluded with a harsh tone and a new brutal stroke from his finger-fucking.

The finger thrusts against her pussy reached a high pace. She cried, her body twisted around, trying to escape that inexorable march towards that seemingly inevitable climax. She doesn't want to orgasm before those perverts watching her. Then Ethan suddenly stopped, which made her almost grateful for it.

Her eyes opened to see the projector screen with a chat message printed in bold red letters "FUCK HER ALREADY!".

Indeed, Ethan had positioned himself on top of her, his fully hard dick between her open legs and against her wet opening, making a big impression. That was the same huge cock she sucked off yesterday.

"That's how you are going to atone for your crimes, Dinah. You fucked me over in life, so I'm fucking you now," Ethan said. He plunged into the girl before she could even say a single word.

Instead of a quiet date with David, she was violated by her blackmailer in front of possibly dozens of unsympathetic strangers.

She could do nothing else but lay there and take it, and her eyes remained fixated at the scrolling messages cheering at her debasement.

Words were left unspoken, but she could feel her body getting into it. She was already aroused and now a huge cock stretched her stroke after stroke, exploring and savouring sensitive spots she never had experienced in her prior limited sex life. Much to her dismay, she knew she would soon orgasm under his increasingly vigorous thrusts.

"You loved the rush of being watched, don't you," he gasped as he looked down at the wide-eyed girl still looking past him and at the screen, her own breaths becoming ragged.

She rolled her eyes when ecstasy washed over her. From her face, it was obvious to the viewers that she had climaxed.

Her back arched and bucked wildly against her blackmailer's body as she exhaled loudly against his ear. She protested too late when she heard his own orgasmic gasp, followed by a warmth flooding the insides of her sopping wet cunt. She breathed hard, ashamed at how much she enjoyed the experience.

Ethan pulled out of her. She heard him calling someone on the phone while she remained tied to the bed, helplessly reading the wall of chats mocking her.

Dinah noticed the parallels. She enjoyed the rush from shoplifting. Yesterday, she also enjoyed the rush from getting fucked by men who had no qualms about exposing her sluttiness to the public. Today, she just found that she enjoyed the rush of being watched by strangers while getting fucked.

The door opened again. Her head turned and her jaw dropped.

"Surprise!" Aaron greeted them both.

Dinah and Aaron were classmates back in Junior College and he was her first boyfriend. They were almost akin to a power couple - A tanned, physically fit young man with a dainty "girl next door" at his side. His cock was also the first she ever sucked and fucked after much persuasion, and they had an adventurous, torrid relationship for a while. Dinah broke up with him when she began to perceive him as some useless "himbo". Soon after, she met David, an older and more mature gentleman who would never pressure her into sex.

Aaron grinned as he thrust his phone at Dinah's face, showing he had been one of the viewers at the live session. He was about to become a participant too.

"Maybe your atonement would be more conducive if you saw a familiar face," Ethan sneered as he headed for the showers.

"What did I do? What did I do to you all?!" She burst out in tears and lashed out at both Aaron as well as her viewers.

"Oh, you stole so many things from so many places, you probably forgot. Remember this?"

Aaron held out his phone again, showing and swiping photos of her giving him a blowjob - Discreetly in the lavatory of a nursing home during a break from their community work. He had promised to delete those photos.

"That cranky uncle reported one of his jade pendants went missing that day. I was never even in his room. You refused to admit you took anything and then broke up with me. It all makes sense now that Ethan told me about your crimes. You made me fail Project Work! The teachers rather believe the pretty girl than me!"

Dinah was speechless as Aaron undressed and got on top of her.

"For good old times sake, you are only good for one thing," Aaron started off kissing and sucking on her neck before slowly moving down.

Dinah's still sensitive and wet pussy quickly reacted to her ex-boyfriend's touch. He stuck a finger inside it, pushing in and out.

"I'm not tonguing inside that cunt of yours after its just been fucked, but I suppose I still can lick that," He commented before his tongue ran intensely all over her glans clitoris.

She groaned in response.

Aaron was the only guy she ever had sex with before the events of today and yesterday, and back then they often had sex when the opportunity arose. He understood her body better and knew how to trigger and rouse her.

Dinah soon received her second, almost painful climax under her ex's unyielding licking and fingering. He still continued for several minutes, so she was making yet another slow and painful climb to what might be her third orgasm. Her cries for mercy were ignored.

"Beg me to bang you or I won't stop," Aaron took a few seconds break before resuming his intense oral attention on her clit.

She eventually could no longer stand the orgasmic torture.

"Okay okay! Fuck me please!"

"I can't hear you, what's my name?"

"Yes, Aaron! Please fuck me!" Dinah was almost screaming her request at this point.

Aaron crawled up the bed with his cock pointed at her face. He made her lick and suck on it until it grew fully hard. Then he climbed back down between her legs and relished slowly pushing his cock into her. He smiled, having owned her this moment.

His strokes were gentle and intended to work her up where she would be forced to admit that she enjoyed the ride. It was becoming more and more evident as her resistant gasps became immodest moans that occur in sync with his thrusts.

Dinah simply laid back and let her ex-boyfriend fuck her in front of the viewers, where they posted their comments, accusing her of being a cheater and slut. She could no longer argue against that.

This long fuck session was a whole other experience! She never felt anything like that before! She geared up for another orgasm with little of the prior shame.

"You enjoyed fucking me, don't you?"

"Yaaah...!" Dinah cried incoherently.

"Your boyfriend fucked you yet?"

Dinah shook her head.

"Oh I bet if he does, you still like my cock better, right?" Aaron teased her.

"Yes! Yes! I love your cock better than others!" With that hard orgasm scrambling her brains, a smile crossed Dinah's face as those words left her lips. She could not comprehend what she was saying and to whom she was saying it to.

"Uh-oh, we have someone wanting to speak up," Ethan, having finished his showers, headed over to the laptop and un-muted one of the viewers.

"Dinah Lee you fucking slut!" A familiar voice boomed from the laptop.

"Wha...?" Dinah's dazed voice mumbled as she struggled to recognize the voice.

David's face popped up via a video on the top right corner of the screen, making her gasp. Her boyfriend was also among the invited viewers watching her rehabilitation!

"You blown off our date just so you can go back to fuck your ex?!"

"No... No..." Dinah stared back with a face of horror.

"I can forgive your shoplifting and how you got into trouble here. But I never thought you enjoyed this! All this time telling me you want to save yourself for marriage. What a load of crap!"

Dinah closed her eyes as her tears welled up again, muttering "no" over and over again at David's angry, at times unintelligible ranting. Under David's glare, she neither looked nor sounded convincing, with her undisguised lustful groaning and hips moving with Aaron's thrusts.

"You hear that Dinah Lee?! You and I are done! You can go back and fuck all the guys you want!" David raged before he ended the call and quit the group.

Any remaining resistance in her mind quickly faded away even after that shock reveal, distracted by her own pussy throbbing from Aaron's skilled fucking.

Dinah's mind was no longer on her live sex show and breakup with David. Aaron just afforded her another satisfying climax before he too finished inside of her.

He laid on top of the near-catatonic girl for a while as he gasped hard. He eventually pulled out of his ex's, but not before he licked her ear in victory, followed by a final kiss.

Both Ethan and Aaron got dressed back up after ending the live show. They prepared to check out from the hotel and freed the red-eyed Dinah from her bounds.

Michael Loy, the hotel receptionist from earlier, then entered the room with a trolley of cleaning equipment. Apparently he's a housekeeper too. He stared at the naked, disheveled girl, who stared blankly back at him.

"Oh right, we were just looking for you. Interested to fuck this slut?" Ethan asked.

Michael was stunned at the offer, but his face was one of unmasked lust.

"You teased the poor boy at the reception didn't you? Maybe you should give him what he wants," Ethan told Dinah.

When she did not respond, Ethan gave Michael the go-ahead.

The boy was so excited that he sported a raging hard-on before he got fully naked. He got on top of the older woman and held her hands apart as he entered her.

Dinah had her third fuck this Saturday, and her cunt reacted yet again. Michael banged her hard and fast, not caring in the slightest about her feelings and thoughts. Like the two previous men, he did not bother pulling out when he climaxed. Not that she complained, given her moans betrayed her last orgasm of this fuck session.

The exhausted girl got dressed before she began her walk of shame.

It was early afternoon when she got home. She dialed a number to her family clinic and made an emergency appointment for a doctor's prescription for the morning-after pill. It would be today, and a timeslot right before the clinic closes would be perfect.

Only after the call did she notice Ethan's message on her phone.

"Great session, hope you understand that you are guilty and you deserve what you got. We'll see you very soon."

Shower time.

Reality descended onto Dinah as the shower water rained down on her. She was still getting her rush despite paying heavily for her crimes. What kind of whore was she? Was it right for her to enjoy being ravished? Better ponder on it some other time, though it wasn't easy since the sensation of warm water spraying her cunt was turning her on again.

Dinah prepared for her appointment at the family clinic, unaware she would be walking right into her fourth rehabilitation session.