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(Note to readers after doing some research on-line I have narrowed down that
in the Second season the Debra character is supposed to be somewhere between
33-35 years of age so I am basing this story in that time frame FYI.)



                         Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife

                                 By Not My Story

                                    Part 19


Debra was taken back to the room that she had awoken in. She had spent four
and a half hours servicing her father, and then the 6 other men, the black men.
She was grateful to be allowed to take a long hot shower, spending 45 minutes
cleaning herself up, before stepping out of the steamy stall. She wiped the
steamed mirror down and gazed at her new body.

Her focus was of course drawn to her now greatly enhanced chest. She wondered
just what size bra she would need, for her newly enhanced mammaries. At first
she had convinced herself that she could just tell Ray that she had lost some
weight, thus making her breasts look larger. But as she stared at her naked
body, she didn't know how she could have ever thought that that would work.
Her tits had gone from her normal, natural 34-B's to at least the huge 36-D's
that now stuck out quite noticeably from her chest, and, even if Ray wasn't
that observant, she knew that he would have to notice a difference that big.
She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts had not only been
enlarged, but the swelling had made them perkier too, and the small sagging
that she had seen in them before, was now gone, as they stood out firm and
proud from her body.

She finally looked at the rest of her body in more detail. She had obliviously
lost a considerable amount of weight in the week long ordeal. The constant sex,
plus the lack of rest, had caused her to drop at least 15 pounds. Her stomach
had flattened out, looking more like she had in college. She noted her tanned
skin hid whatever marks that she had expected to find on her body. However,
she noted that some minor bruising had occurred between her thighs, and that
the lips of her cunt now splayed out from her pussy like puffy pedals of a
large flower. Her wet slit was peeking out of the center of her thickened lips.
She looked closer, happy to find no signs of the piercings that she had
removed from her body earlier.

The hickies and swat marks were all but gone, blending in with her now darkly
tanned skin. She was troubled by the absence of any tan lines, wondering just
how Ray would react to seeing her the way that she looked now. She couldn't
believe the major changes that she saw in her own body. In addition to her
stomach, she felt that her legs looked trimmer and shapelier than when she had
left.

At least she had told him that she was going of to a health spa for a week of
rest and pampering. After giving herself a thorough inspection, she had to
admit that she did indeed look better than when she had she left. She was
amazed that after all that she had been through, that she looked so good. She
had sort suspected that she would look haggard, due to the lack of sleep and
from the exertion of all the sex that she had been forced to endure, sometimes
around the clock, and that she would have had more tell-tale marks on her body,
from her abuse. She inspected her ass, and other than feeling like her
sphincter was still gaping open, like her cunt was, though it wasn't, it was
shut down as it normally was, she couldn't find any real physical signs of her
recent activities. She looked for her tattoo again, but somehow it too wasn't
visible. She knew for a fact that she had been tattooed, and wondered why
anyone would bother to spend that long working on her ass, and not use any ink.

She noted that her hair looked redder than she had ever colored it herself,
and to her surprise, the skin on her face and chest looked smoother and
softer than she remembered it having been when she left. Maybe all the jokes
about sperm being a good skin lotion had some truth to them, she thought. She
took some time and combed her hair, using some of that time to think about
what she had done, and began to accept her fate.

She felt as clean and made-up as she could, before she left the implied safety
of the bathroom, and going into the bedroom. She was surprised to find all of
her suitcases and clothes sitting on the bed. She was elated to see her own
clothes, and felt some real hope of finally returning home to some sense of
normalcy, to see her children and Ray.

She looked through her bags, trying to see if anything was missing, but to her
surprise, everything seemed to be in order, and everything was there. She
pulled out some clothes to wear home, choosing sweat pants, and a long sleeved
sweat shirt. She dug out a bra, and was shocked to find that it fit her
perfectly, knowing that her breasts were definitely bigger. She was so shocked,
that she took it back off and looked at the tag, but it said that it was a
34-B. She looked it over, and was sure that it looked identical to the bra's
that she had brought along with her, but it was definitely wasn't a 34-B.

She noted that the stitching was over the top, and then realized that someone
had removed the original tag, and stitched in a new one. Well, she thought
maybe she could still try to convince Ray that it was all just his imagination,
remembering that she had fought with him once when he had suggested that she
have breast augmentation surgery, and hopefully he would still be too scared
from that, to bring up the subject. She finished dressing, happy that she
looked almost normal. Her new larger breasts were not obvious under the baggy
clothes that she was wearing. As she put the last of her clothes back into the
suitcase, the door to the bedroom opened, and in walked Mr. Bradley. He sat
down on the bed, and looked her over.

"Well Deb, you have lived up to your end of our bargain, and have already
closed a huge deal for me. I'm allowing you to return home, as we agreed, but
I must warn you not to forget about your obligations to me. You must show up
at the gym no later than twenty minutes after you've dropped the twins off at
school. I know that you won't disappoint me, my pet, and I'm sure that I know
that I don't have to tell you what your failure to do as you have promised
would mean to you and your family." he said, as serious as a heart attack.

She looked at him, and saw the total lack of feeling in his eyes, as he gazed
at her, like she was his newest possession. She took a moment to think of a
response that would please him.

"Yeah I know. I want to, uh, help you. Uh, to repay you, for all of your help
in, um, getting me out of trouble. I mean, I really owe you a lot, and will do
whatever I can to repay you, for all of your help." she stammered, trying to
think of things to please him. She stared into his eyes, hoping to see some
sense of how he took her response.

He stared back at her with a real poker face, not allowing any emotion to be
seen. "I have found out that Ray will be home when you get there, I guess your
friends had promised him some sort of golf trip out of town, but have been
permanently indisposed, and unable to finish the preparations for his trip. I
don't know if you knew this or not, but they had planned to show Ray all of
your greatest videos and photos, when he made it to Florida. I have of course
made sure that Ray won't have to see your abhorrent sluttish behavior. But
you'll have to deal with him this week I am afraid." he told her coldly.

Debra listened to this new information, shocked to hear of her former captors
plans, and thankful that he had put a stop to them, but worried about having
to explain things to Ray so soon. She looked down at the ground, as she began
to contemplate all that he had just told her. She knew that he had done her a
great favor, no matter what he required of her in return. She then thanked him
for not letting Ray see those filthy videos and photos. With just a few more
words, reminding her of what was expected of her, he sent her home.

Debra drove up in front of her house, thankful to be home again, a place where
she had many times during the past week thought that she would never see again.
She sat there in the car for a while, trying to calm herself down, before
going in. When she finally went in, it was as though she had never left. Marie
was in the kitchen preparing dinner, and Frank was in the living room with the
kids watching television. Ray and Robert hadn't made it home from the ball
game yet, but should be home soon.

She took her bags up stairs, as Marie made one of her usually rude remarks,
while Frank grunted an acknowledgment of her returning home. She came back down
and spent an hour with the kids, just happy to see them. At the end of the
hour she had enough of Marie and her comments, and retreated upstairs to her
bedroom, just before Ray and Robert got home.

Ray came upstairs to tell her that dinner was ready, but she had almost had a
nervous breakdown by that point, and she told him that she was just going to
lie down and rest. She claimed that it had been a long and exhausting day, so
she just wanted to rest. At first she was relieved that Ray hadn't commented
on her appearance, but then her disappointment turned to anger and hurt. She
had been gone for a week, and had endured so much to protect her family and
marriage, and the big lug hadn't even said that he had missed her.

Ray came to bed just after ten that night, and after unsuccessfully trying to
nudge her awake, began moving his hands over her body. She responded as she
had in the past, by slapping his intrusive hand away and rolling over. Ray
knew that his odds of coaxing sex from her, once she had achieved this level
of rest, was almost non-existent, so he just rolled over to go to sleep,
accepting his fate. He would have to wait for another day to have sex with his
wife.

Debra had been awaken when Ray entered the room, but instead of acknowledging
his presence, she had played possum, pretending to be in a deep sleep. She
felt his hands wonder over her body and she froze, if she had sex with him, he
would he know that her cunt was still engorged, and that the lips of her cunt
were still puffed out from the vast amount of sex that she had over the past
week, as well as the changes to her breasts from the drugs that she had been
injected with. She panicked and pushed his hand away, then rolled away from
him. She held her breath, hoping that he would leave her alone. She lay there
frozen, and waited. Thankfully he to rolled over the other way, and quickly
fell asleep.

She lay there thinking over the events of the past week, and what the future
held in store for her. She was at home, in her bed, laying there with her
husband, a place that she had at several points during her week long ordeal,
thought that she would never see again. She was thankful for all that Mr.
Bradley had done for her, knowing that he had saved her life as she had known
it. She had no doubt that had she refused his offer, Robert would be called to
the scene of a homicide, and would have found her as the victim. But how much
would it cost her in the future, was yet to be seen. She fell off to sleep
sometime in the wee hours of the morning. She awoke to the kids jumping on the
bed. Ray had already left for work.

She fed and washed the children, happy that Frank and Marie hadn't shown up
yet. After showering herself, she dressed in clothes as baggy as possible, and
found the phone ringing, and ran out of the bathroom to answer it. Marie had
picked up already, and Debra heard the voice on the other end asking to speak
to lady of the house. As Marie began to say, "Oh I guess that would be me."
Debra interrupted her from her receiver.

"That's okay Marie, I've got it." Debra chimed, in annoyed by Marie.

"Oh sorry dear, I didn't realize that you had bothered to get up yet." Marie
zinged.

"Yes Marie, I'm up, and I've got this. Thank you." Debra said calmly, but
tempted to give her a piece of her mind. She waited for the sound of the other
phone to click, indicating that Marie had hung up, but finally said "May I
help you?" still not having heard Marie set the phone done.

"Yes maim my name is Bradley, and I'm calling on behalf of the Good Will Store."
he began to say, but Debra recognized the voice, and knew that she needed to
get Marie off the line.

"Marie, I said I've got this." she said sternly. The click of the other phone
quickly followed, and she answered Mr. Bradley, "Yes how may we help." she
said, hoping that Marie had really hung up the phone. "Well we're calling
today to see if you have any old clothes, you know, BRAS on LINGERIE, that you
would like to get rid of, or need to be exchanged? I will have a truck there in
half an hour, and you could pick up the others on Wednesday." he said, still
talking as thought he was from the Good Will.

Debra understood what he meant, and happily accepted his offer to modify her
remaining clothes, in order to perpetuate her lie. "Yes that would be greatly
appreciated." she replied.

"And I show you that are donating some time on Wednesday. Can we still expect
to see you at that time?" he asked, the question was real obvious to her.

"Yes, I'll be there as promised." she said just before the line went dead.

Debra descended the stairs to find Frank watching the television, as the kids
ran around playing. Marie was in the kitchen, inspecting what Debra had fed
them for breakfast.

"Oh the kid's had cereal huh. You know Ray came over and had sausage and eggs
this morning. You know its important for a working man to have a full stomach
before starting their day." Marie said, in her normal demeaning manner.

Debra simply nodded, afraid that if she verbalized a response, it would get
out of hand. She hurriedly made a picnic lunch for her and the kids, before
announcing that they were going to the park for the day. She loaded the kids
into the car, and left in a hurry, as Marie tried to coax Frank into getting
up, so that they could join them. At the park she sat down and enjoyed watching
her children play.

She tried to look on the bright side, thinking that she should count her
blessings, instead of dwelling on the horror that she had just endured. But as
she sat there watching the kids, she looked up to see a young man looking in
her direction. Her mind began to race. Was he looking at her? Did he recognize
her from somewhere? Did she remember him from the club? Had she fucked him
earlier in the week? Wait was he even looking at her?

She tried to take her mind off of it, deciding that he hadn't really been
looking at her. As she sat out the food for their picnic, she noticed a police
officer walking by, and noted that he was staring in her direction, and again
her mind raced along with questions. Did he? Had she? Was he? Then he began
walking towards them as they ate there launch. She was about to jump out of
her skin, when he walked right by them, staring off into the distance.

Her paranoia grew as the day went on, and she wondered if she recognized this
man or that one. She tried not to think about it, but found it hard to put the
worries from her mind. She finally decided to take the kids to the movies,
hoping that in a dark theater, watching a children's movie might make her feel
more comfortable.

The movie finally ended, and she had gotten a little rest in the theater. A
cat call outside the complex had worried her, until she saw the two teenagers
embracing just in front of her.

She returned home that night, and the guilt of having put Ray off began to
weigh on her mind. She had screwed hundreds of time in the previous week,
denying no one her pleasures. But now at home, she hadn't even let her husband
touch her. She resolved right then to make love to Ray that night, and to make
it really special, in order to redeem herself for their marriage.