The Honeymoon

"Are you sure someone hasn't intercepted them? 'Cause I can show you what I've sent from my phone and my email, Jen."

"Well, be that as it may," Jen said," I've made my decision and I'm staying here with Gretchen."

I went cold. I wasn't getting through. Gretchen had some sort of hold on her. Just then, Gretchen re-entered the room.

"Pet, show him," she said.

At that Jen took off the gown she was wearing. I was astonished. She was covered in tattoos and her tits looked twice the size they were. All of her tattoos seemed to show women with each other. There were naked women on each side of her body, beginning outside her boobs and ending below her hips. On her back she had angels wings, but looking closely, they were naked women. On her chest she had the words "Filthy Cunt." Between her legs there was a butterfly and between her ass cheeks a rose around her rosebud. Her arms and legs were covered. Under each breast there was writing. Under one it said, "Muff diver" and under the other it said, "Lady eater." She had a tramp stamp of two women scissoring each other. Below that in smaller writing was, "Property of Gretchen."

"This is her life now," said Gretchen. "She and I have what is called a Registered Life Partnership and as soon as the law is passes here in Germany we will marry. You need to go home and forget her. But you won't be able to because you will receive half her earnings from her film and Internet business. She's an international star now. Oh, and just in case you think this is all bullshit, watch."

Gretchen lifted her skirt to flash a naked hairless pussy. She sat on the arm of the couch and said, "Pet, do your duty."

Jen dropped to the floor and crawled over to Gretchen. She immediately started lapping at the pussy in front of her. A short while later, Gretchen orgasmed.

"Open, pet," said Gretchen.

Jen opened her mouth and sat back on her heels, a few inches away from Gretchen's pussy. Gretchen began to pee and Jen made sure she drank every drop. It seemed to go on for ages but may have only been a minute or two. When it was over, Jen turned and showed me that she had swallowed the lot.

"Clean, pet," said Gretchen.

Jen leaned into Gretchen's cunt and cleaned her of any remaining piss. She sat back with her head bowed.

"Collar, pet," said Gretchen.

Jen crawled to a small desk, opened the drawer and took out a leather collar and lead. She put the collar around her neck and the end of the lead in her mouth. She crawled back to Gretchen and offered her the lead. Gretchen took it and hooked it onto the collar.

"Show, pet," said Gretchen.

Jen turned to me and showed me her collar. There wad a silver plate at its front. On it was one word, "OWNED"

Gretchen stood and led Jen out of the room. As she left she said, "Rolf, take him away."