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Out of this World
(Emily Sinclaire)

Nora woke later that afternoon. William was already up and about. The odor of cologne was partially masked by the aromatic scent of fresh coffee and bacon and eggs cooking. "Welcome to the land of the living," he greeted Nora as she walked into the kitchen. "I've got some good news and bad news."

"What is it?" Nora asked. Her eyes were puffy and red from all the crying she did in the night. She was sinking into an ocean of despair that she was afraid she would never recover from. 

"Well, the good news is I convinced Mr. Kravitz that you left in such a hurry because of family issues. It took me every favor owed to keep you in a job, by the way. You have one week off before you must be back in the studios. They fully expect you to do everything you saw on those recordings.

"Fuck myself on camera? Let men screw me whenever they want during the show?"

"Yes," William replied. "I've got a few things to help you with that. After breakfast I'll show you and you can get started."

They ate in silence. Nora half watched more of herself on TV. She watched as her co-anchors took turns fucking her while she grunted out the news. She watched her best friend and camerawoman, Mia Langford ??" the weathergirl in this reality, getting the same treatment. On the shows she wore next to nothing. She was wearing the same navy blue skirt suit she wore the day she disappeared from one world for another. 

After breakfast William took her to the bedroom. The bed was pushed into the far corner to make room for everything. There was a smaller version of the glass desk from the show as well as a chair with two dildos sticking up out of the seat. Lining the desk were about thirty different sex toys.

"OH MY GOD!" Nora gasped. "You weren't kidding. You want me to do it! You want me to turn myself into a freak, a whore."

"It's that or the training facilities," William replied. "And believe me, they won't give you a choice there. Go at your own pace. We'll start with doing it in front of me and when you're more comfortable with that I'll invite a few friends over."

"Are you going to fuck me to?"

"Yes," he replied honestly "but not until you ask me to."

"Thank you. Thank you for doing all of this for me. I don't know if I'll live through the humiliation, but I'll try. I'll do what I have to until I can find a way home."