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Note to readers: The original author, Lisa Laten wrote the original 4 chapters,
then stopped. I have elected to continue this fine story. While I will attempt
to continue in the same style as Lisa Laten, but since I am not, I most likely
will add my own style to this fine story.

I also want to give a big thanks to Ted E. Bear, who reformatted and proof
read the story, both my portions as well as Lisa's.

                            Not My Story

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                               Poker Wife v 3.0
                               By Not My Story


                                  Chapter 8
                        Lisa is Becoming a "Real" Whore

(M+F, m+F, M-Dom, m-Dom, nc, reluc, rape, interr, voy, exhib, blackmail, forced
surgery)



As Lisa pulled up in front of Danielle's house, she noticed a well dressed,
older man standing in front of a Lincoln Town Car, parked in front of the
house. Reluctantly, and sure that she was not ready to under go an ordeal like
she had been through, just a month ago, Lisa slowly got out of her car.

The man approached her, extending his arm, for a friendly hand shake. She
cautiously extended her arm, and the man shook her hand then introduced
himself, "My name is James Kelly, and I assume that you are Lisa?"

"Yes." she replied.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I have heard so many wonderful things
about you. I see that you have changed your hair style, and I must say that I
like it."

Not knowing how to take his compliment, she merely replied, "Good to meet you
too."

Still holding her hand, he walked her over to his car, and opened the door for
her. She sat down in the car, he closed her door, and then got in on the
driver's side. He asked her, "Are you hungry?"

She replied, "I don't think so. At least not now."

He said, "That's too bad. We'll perhaps just go and get drinks then."

He proceeded to go to the finest restaurant in town. As they walked into the
restaurant, the valet parking their car, was noticeably admiring Mr. Kelly's
date. Everyone knew Mr. Kelly, and the Matre 'd walked up to them and said,
"We have your normal table ready for you Mr. Kelly."

Lisa looked around the restaurant, it was the fanciest establishment that she
had ever been in, and she could only imagine what a dinner would cost here.
The two were escorted to a private dining room, that overlooked the main
dining room. It was set about three feet above the main floor, and behind a
one way mirror, allowing them to see the others dining below. When the waiter
came over, Mr. Kelly ordered a fine bottle of champagne, and some appetizers.

Lisa observed the other people dining in the main room. She took notice of
several local celebrities and politicians dining below them. Mr. Kelly began
the conversation by asking her about her childhood, her upbringing, her dreams,
and what she her hopes for a family were. She found it difficult to discuss
her future plans and dreams, as Mr. Kelly had put a halt to the immediate
plans for her future. Mr. Kelly had been charming and kind, he seemed genuinely
interested in her, and what she had to say. To her surprise he had never
mentioned what she had done on the tape, nor his plans for her, even for
tonight itself. It was a genuinely lovely evening, the first one that she had
in a long time. The champagne had helped to take the edge off her.

She had become so relaxed, that she had decided to have dinner after all, and
they sat and talked for hours, while they ate their food. Mr. Kelly had asked
her all kinds of things, but never mentioned anything about himself. She was
beginning to feel more comfortable, as the minutes passed, in his presence.
He had a such a great sense of humor, and had made her laugh many times. She
noticed, as they got up to leave, that he was never given a check for their
meal. They left, and everyone thanked them for visiting, and encouraged them
to come back soon.

The ride back to the house, was equally enjoyable, as their conversation
continued. Mr. Kelly pulled into Danielle's driveway, and opened the door for
her to get out. They walked up to the front door, Mr. Kelly just opened it,
and motioned for her to go in. She walked in, with him right behind her. They
walked into the large room, where she had been abused so badly before. To her
surprise, she was barely able to recognize it. It looked like a totally
different room, as it was now decorated with antique furniture, and the walls
covered with fine tapestries. The decor was not what one would expect for a
house in this neighborhood.

She was led over to one of three antique armchairs, and he motioned for her to
take a seat. Once she had taken her seat, Mr. Kelly sat down in the chair
opposite her.

He then began to speak in a low, and controlled tone of voice, "Lisa, from
this point on, you will address me as master. As I'm sure that you are aware,
I expect you to obey all of my orders. I expect these orders to be carried out
immediately, exactly as I have given them to you, and without any questions.
Do you understand?"

She shook her head, and answered, "Yes."

"Yes what?" he asked.

"Yes master." she replied.

He turned his head, and snapped his fingers. Danielle entered the room
carrying a tray, and setting it down on the table, in between Mr. Kelly and
Lisa, then she sat down in the third chair. Mr. Kelly reached out, and picked
up a diamond studded choker, that was sitting on the tray.

He held it up, and said, "Lisa you will wear this at all times. For as long as
you are mine, this will never leave your neck. You will take the cell phone
from the tray, and carry it with you at any time that you're not with me, or
doing as I have instructed you. When you are called on it, you will follow the
orders of whoever is on the other end, no matter what the person on the other
end tells you. In the envelope on the tray, you will find a credit card, and
you will be instructed to use it to purchase things, that I desire you to have
or wear. You will also find a key to an apartment that I have rented for you,
and will ask you to meet me there from time to time. Do you understand?"

"Yes master." She replied.

"You will come to find out that I have very specific tastes and desires, that
you will fulfill. Tomorrow when Brian leaves for work, I want you to go to the
address on the paper in the envelope. Now once you have given your mistress
an orgasm with your tongue you may return home." He said, as he looked
over to Danielle.

Lisa knowing that there was no way out of this situation stood up, while
taking the choker from his hand, and put it on. It was a thin, yet sturdy
silver choker, with small diamonds all over it. She then kneeled on the ground
in front of Danielle, placing her head in Danielle's lap, she slowly began to
lick the woman's pantyless crotch, under her short skirt.

Lisa, after having tried for over an hour, to bring Danielle to orgasm with
her tongue, began to get frustrated by her failure to complete the request,
and began to drive her tongue into the other women forcefully. These efforts
didn't prove fruitful either. Another fifteen minutes went by, and she still
hadn't climaxed yet. Getting tired of her efforts, Danielle leaned forward,
and lifted Lisa's gown, pulling her panties down as well, she began to sink
her fingers into Lisa's cunt.

Having fully healed from the last time that she was in the room, and not
having allowed Brian to have sex with her, her cunt was tight, and easily
aroused at this point. After less than ten minutes of this, she began to feel
an orgasm of her own building. Knowing that she was getting the little bitch
off, excited Danielle to the point where she too neared her own orgasm. As
Lisa drove her tongue recklessly into Danielle's cunt, as she herself climaxed,
and it drove Danielle over the edge and into her own orgasm. She began
squirting her juices onto Lisa's face. Lisa sat there panting, her head still
in Danielle's crotch.

Mr. Kelly stood and said, "Goodbye slave."

Taking the hint, she stood up, collected the items on the tray, and left.

When she returned home, she went straight into the bathroom and began to
shower, ashamed by the fact that once again, she had allowed herself to be
brought to an orgasm by another woman. Brian stood outside of the door and
asked her if she was alright, and what had happened.

She said, "I'm fine. Nothing really happened tonight. Mr. Kelly had just
taken me out to dinner, and talked with me about what he wanted me to do." not
wanting to confess about her encounter with Danielle.

When she got out of the shower, she went to the guest room, and fell asleep
trying to make sense out of what had happened tonight, and what Mr. Kelly was
really up to, wondering what he had in mind for her for tomorrow at the
apartment.

She awoke, and waited until Brian had left. Not having been given instructions
as to what to wear, she put on an old baggy pair of sweat pants and an
over sized sweatshirt. She jumped into the garage, got into her car, and
headed to the address on the paper.

As she backed out of her driveway, she noticed that Andy was standing next to
his new car, staring at her. Trying to not look at him, she looked the other
way, as she drove off. She arrived at the address, to discover it was a high
priced hair salon. Danielle was standing at the front counter, waiting for her
as she walked in.

"Follow me slut!" Danielle said, as loud as she could, without yelling,
wanting to humiliate Lisa, as the other women all turned to look at her.

She then took her back to where she was given every treatment imaginable.
Other than Danielle's humiliating her, by referring to her as slut, in front
of everybody, she had found most of it to be quite enjoyable, with the
exception of the hot wax hair removal. Danielle had instructed the technicians
to remove all of the hair from her legs and her underarms. Next she told them
to give her a bikini wax, which puzzled the women, as they had already noticed
that she was clean shaven in that department.

Through the morning Lisa was manicured, pedicured, had her eyebrows plucked,
pores sucked, and much more. The hair stylist criticizing her for her attempt
at styling her own hair. He insisted that he be allowed to correct, what he
called a massacre. Four hours later, Lisa stood in front of the mirror,
wearing only a towel. Finally free of Danielle, and her humiliating comments
for a few minutes, she took in the sight of herself in the mirror. She was
very pleased with what she saw. Her skin looked and felt softer. She had been
tanned to a lovely golden brown. Her loosely curled wavy hair, flowed across
her shoulders and she felt like a woman again.

Danielle returned a few minutes later, and watched her admiring herself, as
she stood and twirled in front of the mirror. Deciding that someone needed to
burst her bubble, she said "Come on, there's one more thing that we need to do
slut."

She directed her to a room where she was told to lay on a table, as a man
rolled in a tray full of needles. Lisa began to sit up when she saw them, not
knowing what they would be used for.

"Okay slut take off the towel, and lay back down." Danielle instructed her.

Lisa did as she was told, but asked, "What are the needles for?"

"Piercing." the man answered.

"Piercing what?" she asked.

"Just your navel for now, but that will change, if you don't shut up and lay
there like a good Slut!" Danielle angrily shot back at her.

The young man looked excitedly down at Lisa, as she lay naked before him,
having just heard her being scolded by the other women. The piercing was not
very painful and after opening the hole in her navel, he placed a diamond stud
in the hole. He then made a comment on how sexy he found it, on her flat
little tummy. Danielle then handed her a pass, to the local tanning salon,
instructing her to tan in the nude, for the next three days in a row, in order
to get rid of her tan lines. Then she handed her a piece of paper and
instructed her to be at the address on the paper Friday night, at 6:00. She
told her that she would have the clothes that she was to wear, delivered to
her house on Friday afternoon.

Lisa returned to her home at almost 3:30, once again pleasantly surprised that
things were going the way the where, knowing how much worse it could have been.
She had come in through the garage, after parking her car. She came in feeling
like a new women, thinking things might actually be turning around. Mr. Kelly
hadn't turned a pack of men or dog's loose on her yet. If the worst thing that
happened, was that she would be made to go down on Danielle, Lisa thought that
she could survive this.

As she walked in, she started to walk up the stairs, when she heard the living
room television. Knowing that she hadn't left it on when she had left, she
walked back down the stairs and looked into the living room. She saw Andy
laying there on the couch. As she entered, he pressed the play button, on the
remote control, and the tape of Lisa fucking a lot of men from the neighborhood
began.

Although her memories of that night were groggy, she definitely didn't
remember being that enthusiastic that night. The Lisa on the screen was
screaming, and begging for "someone to just fuck me!" as well as begging the
men to spank her. Watching herself on the screen, she saw herself begging and
pleading, with her neighbors, friends and even her own doctor, to please fuck
her. She was insatiable.

Disgusted by watching herself act this way on the tape, she turned to Andy
and said, "Look Andy the jig is up! Brian told me everything. I know that he
never gave you permission to do those things to me. I also know all about him
and Megan. You'd better get out of here before I call the police and have you
arrested for what you did to me, you piece of shit!" trying to put up a brave
front, hoping to scare the teenager away with the threat of the police, and
his arrest. She stood there pointing her finger towards the door.

"Lisa, just look at that screen. You were begging us to fuck you! I got it all
on tape. There's no way you're going to make anyone believe you were raped."
He said, still cocky, and still laying down on the couch. unaffected by her
threat.

"The only reason I said those things, was because you made me do it." she shot
back at him.

"Funny, I don't hear anyone telling you anything on this tape. In fact you
seem more than willing, not to mention being quite self-motivated to me. But
hey, if you say so, I'll leave. I'll just go home and start a couple of
auctions on E-bay, I wonder how many copies of this tape I can sell anyway."

Little did either one of them know, that they had been for sale on E-bay for
the past month.

"Then I'll drop by the Post Office and drop this, along with some others, into
the mail." He said tossing Lisa a next day air box, containing the tape that
she had just seen, she saw that it was addressed to her parents in Arizona. "A
copy for Mom & Dad, one for both of your brothers, and one to your old high
school sweetheart, the only man that you ever had sex with, before you met
Brian." He said holding up her diary.

Lisa reduced to tears asked "Why are you doing this to me. What do you want?"

"Why, because you're a slut who treated me like shit. Now what I want is for
you to write this note, in your own hand writing, so your husband won't come
looking for you, for the next few days. Second grab that bag, and come over
here." He said throwing a notepad at her.

She looked down at the note pad and began to explain to Andy that she could
not do what he wanted, because she had to obey the orders of Brian's boss, or
she would go to jail. Explaining to him how she and Brian had been framed, and
were now also being blackmailed by him.

Andy, caught off guard by this turn of events, told her to grab the bag and
bring it to him. As she drew closer to him, he began to modify his scheme, to
work with this new development. He took the bag from her, and ordered her to
strip. As she began to take off her clothes, he pulled a pair of hand cuffs
from the bag. Then he instructed her to turn around, as he handcuffed her arms
behind her back. He then spun around, as he admired her naked body. He
commented on how soft her skin was, and how much he liked her new hair style.
He then noticed her still sore navel piercing and commented on how sexy it
looked.

He told to get down on her knees. He dropped his pants, and sat back down on
the couch, telling her to suck his dick. Without the use of her hands, she
took his cock into her mouth, and began to give him a first class blow job, as
he made modifications to his original note. Once he was happy with the changes
that he had made to his note, he tossed it aside, and grabbed a handful of her
hair pulling her head back, while streams of saliva dripped from her jaw. He
lifted her to a standing position by her hair, as he also stood up. Still
holding a handful of her hair, he forced her head down over the back of the
couch, bending her over.

Already familiar with this position, she spread her legs, allowing him easier
access to her sex. He forcefully pulled her hair back, while forcing her head
further down, and sank his cock deep into her pussy. Moaning from the now
familiar feeling of being fucked, she almost immediately got into it herself.
Actually enjoying the feeling of a cock inside of her cunt, welcoming it back
like a lost friend, she began to slam her pussy back onto his prick.

Realizing that her body had betrayed her yet again, she began to cry at the
slutty way in which she was reacting, to his raping of her once more. He was
glad to see her body respond to his invasion, even while hearing his prey
begin to weep, as he began to thrust into her, with a renewed vigor.

"I don't think we'll have any trouble, keeping you out of trouble, with Mr.
Kelly, and still getting some other things squared away at the same time. You
know, I have said it before, but I really mean it, I think there's enough Lisa
for everyone." he exclaimed, as he exploded inside of her.

Pulling out, he got dressed, and then undid her cuffs. He instructed her to
write a copy of the revised note that he hade made, in her own handwriting.
She complied without saying a word, knowing that she had been defeated once
more, and again, had no choice in the matter. He then threw some clothes at
her from his bag, and told her to get dressed, while he placed the note on the
table next to the front door.

She got dressed, putting on a pleated plaid skirt and a white, button-up shirt,
that was at least three sizes too small, not to mention it the thin silk was
virtually transparent, leaving her breasts clearly visible through the material
of the shirt. The shirt was so small, that it left three inches of her belly
exposed, showing off her new navel piercing. Next, she pulled on the knee high
socks and white tennis shoes, making her look like she was one hot little
catholic school girl.

Having her follow him out to his car, he threw his bag into the back, while he
had her walk around the front, to the passenger's side of the car. They both
climbed into the car, and he started the car up. Lisa was unaware of the hand
with the white cloth, that snaked up behind her head. As the chloroform soaked
rag was placed over her mouth and nose, she struggled with her unseen
assailant for only a few minutes, before the fumes overtook her, and she
slipped into unconsciousness. Knowing he couldn't let Lisa know where she was
being taken, he had arranged for the sleeping aid.

She came to and looked around, she was at home, laying naked in her living
room, covered in dried semen, and who knows what else. Her body was tired and
sore. She had that same, now familiar ache, of her ass having been grossly
stretched out, her pussy sore, and her nipples tender from abuse permeated her
body. Looking down, she could see that she had gotten some sun, as her tan was
now several shades darker than she remembered it being.

She pulled herself up and turned on the TV, hitting the info button, which
displayed the date and time. It was 4:36 P.M. Friday. Suddenly there was a
knock at the door. "It must be her clothes for this evening." she thought to
herself, "Shit I'm supposed to be somewhere in less than an hour and a half."

As she walked over to get the door, she tried to remember what had happened
during the last three days, but drew a complete blank. The last thing that she
could remember, was getting into her car with ANDY. What had he done to her?
What had happened in the last three days? she wondered. So deeply troubled by
the thought, that she answered the door, still naked and covered in the filth,
having forgotten her own nakedness.

Finding herself in the doorway, naked, and covered in cum, she just stood
there, blushing with shame, as the delivery man handed her the clipboard,
trying to act as though he hadn't noticed her nudity. Finding herself
humiliated again, she grabbed the box and hurried him out the door.

She went upstairs, stopping to look at herself in the mirror. The sight of
herself, in her present state, disgusted her. Her hair was tangled and matted
with dried cum, dirt, and straw. Her face covered with the same mixture, and
streaks of her slutty red lipstick was running across her cheeks. Devastated
by her appearance, and the fact that she had no memory of how she gotten to
look the way that she did, or what had happened to her over the past three
days. She wanted to sit down and cry herself to sleep, but she knew that she
had to be at the address, that Danielle had given her, in just over an hour,
she knew that she had to get herself cleaned up, and changed into the clothes
that had just arrived.

As she began to turn to get into the shower, she noticed something on her back.
Turning her head around to look in the mirror, she noticed something written
on her back in lipstick. "Monday 9:00 am  1210 6th Street  Be there or else!"
had been written across her back. After writting down the information on a
piece of paper, she jumped into the shower to clean herself off. Once she
scrubbed herself raw she finally began to feel clean. She paid particular
attention to her pussy and ass, as they where caked in the filth.

Finishing in the shower, she quickly began to dry herself off, and style her
hair, as best as she could. Next she opened the box and found another wonderful
evening gown. Just as elegant as the last one that he had sent her. She also
found a corset in the box, made of smooth satin.

She put the corset on, and began to pull the strings as tight as she could,
considering the strings were behind her back. She found that she had to exhale,
in order to get them really tight. Repeating the same procedure, all the way
to the top of the corset, she found that she had greatly restricted her
breathing ability, having wrapped it so tightly around herself. Looking in the
mirror, she could see just how thin it had constricted her waist.

She felt that her body now resembled that of a Barbie doll. Her already large
breasts, and womanly hips, seemed even bigger now, as both flarred way out
from her now tiny waist. She then put on her evening gown, and applied a
modest amount of make-up. Grabbing the scrap of paper with the address on it,
she slipped into her shoes, ran down the stairs to grab her purse and leave,
never noticing the note that Brian had left for her, sitting underneath it.
She reached into her purse, just thankful that someone had put her keys back
into it. She noticed that another videotape was sitting in the driver's seat.
Too horrified to even think about what might be on the tape, she tossed it
into the back seat and left.

Arriving at the address on the paper that Danielle had given her, she glanced
down at it, checking it out again, to make sure that she was in the right
place. It was an empty lot in the middle of the seedy part of town, feeling
uncomfortable here, she locked her doors. Ten minutes past six, a black limo
pulled up, Mr. Kelly got out of the back and walked over to her car door. She
got out of the car, followed him back to the limousine and got in, as he held
the door open for her. They returned to the same restaurant, as they gone to
on Monday night, and were seated in the same private room as before.

She had time to become relaxed and calmed down, by the wine, the meal and the
pleasant conversation. As he folded his fingers together, above the table, he
said, "I enjoy watching you perform, do you understand?"

"Yes master." she said, although she wasn't really sure what he wanted her to
do.

The waiter had just finished clearing their table, leaving only the two
glasses of wine on it. While he cleared off the table, Lisa sat there,
watching the other people, on the other side of the mirror. She watched as a
handsome older man got up from a table, saying something to the woman he was
sitting with, obviously his wife. He then walked off to the restroom. Thinking
nothing of it, as she was distracted by the waiter, returning with a new
bottle of wine, chilled in ice. As he was leaving, the man that she had seen
getting up, walked in and over to their table.

"Stand Up." Mr. Kelly told her, a hint of a smile crossing his face.

As she stood up, her chair was pulled back from the table, by the returning
waiter. Looking Mr. Kelly in the eyes, Lisa felt the man stand directly behind
her. Then she felt the presence of his hands on her shoulders. He squeezed her
shoulder a couple of times and it felt good. But she was totally taken by
surprise, when he quickly reached down, and ripped her gown completely off of
her body.

Lisa gasped, but said nothing, as she stood there in just her high heels,
stocking, and the satin corset. The man reached around, and pulled one her
tits free, from under the fabric of the corset, causing it to be pushed up
even further. Hearing his pants drop behind her, she just stood there, looking
at Mr. Kelly. Next, with one hand groping her breast, he placed his other in
her hair, and forced her head down onto the table, while turning her face
towards the crowded dining room. She saw the man's wife gingerly sipping her
drink, while her husband drove his cock into her cunt for the first time.

Lisa, felt deep shame, knowing that she was being fucked by this women's
husband, literally right in front of her unseeing eyes. Grunting from the
penetration, she tried to hold back her tears, not wanting to upset Mr. Kelly,
as she had been instructed to put on a good show. As he watched the first tear
escape her eyes, his dick twitched in his pants, as he began to enjoy his
control over her.

Looking back over her shoulder, she saw another man, that she recognized from
the dining room, walk in, just as the first man filled her womb with his seed.
As he stepped back, and began to pull his pants back up, the second man had
her flip around on the table, so that she was now lying on her back, face up.

The man reached out and freed her other breast from the corset, and then
dropped his own pants. Now with both of her tits being pushed up, from the
force of her corset's cups, she looked quite slutty and her breasts looked
even bigger. The second man thrust himself into her now sperm filled cunt. He
reached up with one hand, grabbed her newly released tit, and squeezed it
cruelly. Taking his other hand up, he placed it on her face, and forced her
to look out of the mirror, into the dining room, just in time to see the first
man lean over and kiss his wife on the cheek, before taking his seat.

As he sat down she noticed another, older, and fatter gentlemen get up, and
begin to walk towards the restroom, leaving his wife, just like the first man
had. The fat man walked in, just as the second one had finished dumping his
load into her womb. He followed suit, as did the next four men who followed
him. After having told her to stand up, Mr. Kelly never said another word, he
just sat their watching his slave get taken by the selected restaurant
customers.

Seven different men had walked in and fucked her, just mere feet from their
wives. She had said nothing, as they pounded their cocks into her, while
making her look at their wives, as they used her for their own personal
gratification. She had been turned into such a whore, that she no longer knew
what to think of herself. She had, after all, agreed to all of this.

Like Brian had told her, he thought that it would be okay, since when he had
agreed that first night, at the poker game, he never thought that she would
have done those things. The guys had said that they would stop, when she told
them to. Brian had thought that she would have told them to fuck off, having
too much self-respect to allow anyone, including himself, to use her in such
a way.

Now for the first time, she came to the conclusion that these had all been her
fault. That she had always been a slut. This realization too much for her,
causing her to forget where she was, and what her Master had said, she began
to cry uncontrollably. Sitting there smiling, pleased by the results of his
little game, he decided to move onto the next phase.

As he looked up at the wall, two beautiful Asian women came into the room, and
began removing her corset. They applied some liquid substance to her body, as
she lay there crying. The liquid was incredibly cold on her skin, and
evaporated almost as soon as it was applied. Another Asian woman came in,
followed by two hooded men.

Lisa was turned over, so as to apply the liquid to the other side of her body.
The men held her arms out, and the women began to apply liquid latex to
her body. It dried quickly under the breeze of the ceiling fan above the table.
They continued to paint it onto her for the next thirty minutes. Finally, as
she was allowed to sit up, one of the ladies placed a latex cowl over her head,
as the men helped her off the table. Another one placed a cape around her, and
tied it in place.

As she stood before her Master, he simply looked her over, before he stood up,
and walked away, never saying a word. As he walked out of the door, Danielle
walked in, wearing a long black leather trench coat, and carrying a large
mirror. As she stood facing Lisa, she simply held the mirror up, so Lisa
could see herself.

Standing there in the cape and cowl, looking at her reflection in the mirror,
she saw that she had been made-up to look like BatGirl, from the 60's
television show BatMan, with one noticeable difference, her costume had been
painted on over her naked body, instead of being a costume. With all of her
hair removed, even from her pubic mound, it was hard to tell that the costume
had been painted on, but if you looked closely enough, you could see her
exposed pussy mound, because of the slit bisecting it, and her breasts, even
with the liquid latex coating, which caused her nipples to stick out even more,
made it pretty obvious.

She was then led out through the back of the restaurant, to the waiting limo.
As they neared the lot, where she had left her car, Danielle began to speak.

"Lisa we're going to play a game. If you win, you get to go home and relax for
the rest of the weekend, but if you lose, well, then you get to be used for
the rest of the weekend!" As they pulled up next to her car, Danielle
explained the game to her.

As Lisa crept through the shadows, as stealthily as she could, in her high
heels, she went over it in her head again. The game was simple, all she had to
do, was get to the other side of the lot, where Danielle had hidden her purse,
under a box, below the street light, and then back to her car, without getting
caught. Simple enough, right? WRONG! There was a group of nine or ten, young
black boys, playing hoops in the vacant lot. They ranged in age from twelve to
fifteen, and should have been home in bed by this time, she thought to herself.

Standing in the shadows, just outside of the lighted area, she was within
fifteen feet of her purse, all she had to do was grab it, and make it back to
her car. She waited to make her move, as the boys, playing ball in the lot,
all turned away at once, chasing a loose ball. She made a run for it. She
dashed out, grabbed her purse, and dashed back into the shadows, watching the
boys.

Once back inside the safety of the shadows, she stopped to catch her breath,
while keeping her eyes on the boys. She started to get concerned, as one of
the older boys just stood there, staring in her direction. Frozen, too scared
to move, afraid that the boy would see her, she just stayed there watching him.

He looked in her direction for several minutes, before rejoining the group of
kids playing. He talked for a few seconds with the others, before they resumed
their game. Lisa waited cautiously for several more minutes, until the game
returned to normal, before she began to make her way back to her car.

She closed in on it, now only forty feet from her car, but also only ten feet
from the nearest goal post and she stood behind it, in the darkest of the
shadows. She waited until the boys headed back towards the other goal, before
she made her move to the next shadow. Half way to the next patch of dark
concealment, all of the boys turned back in her direction, and ran directly at
her, letting the ball bounce away in the opposite direction, as one of the
older boys screamed "Grab her."

Knowing now that they had seen her, Lisa made an all out run to her car, with
the boy's right behind her. As she put her foot down, running from the boys,
one of her heels broke, causing her to fall down in the grass, just five feet
away from her car. The boys quickly circled her, and began making comments
about her costume. Lisa saw her mistake, as the eleventh boy stepped out from
the shadows.

He looked to be about 10 years old. Lisa hadn't seen him, nor had she noticed
the black panel van, parked on the corner of the nearby alley. Inside of the
van, sat Mr. Kelly, Scott and two camera men, filming the whole thing. The
circle of boys closed in around her, and pulled her to her feet, she was
pushed back into the alley, as they grabbed and probed her body, with their
young hands. The boys pushed her down onto a mattress, strategically placed
under the street lamp in the alley.

It was not organized and there was no clear leader. Some of the older boys
would pull the younger ones out of her, if they felt the urge to take another
turn, but for the next forty five minutes, she was raped by the black kids,
who found it most thrilling to enjoy the costumed white bitch that they had
found in their hood.

Lisa had screamed "RAPE!", but one of the younger kids had pulled out a knife,
and held it her to her neck. As the kids started to disperse, a police car
suddenly pulled up, lights and sirens blaring, followed by an ambulance. As
the police officer began to chase the young rapists on foot, the two male
paramedics came over to her, as they looked her over and checked her vitals.

She lay there sobbing from the violent assault that she had just suffered.
Getting a stretcher from the ambulance, she was placed on it, and straps where
used to secure her to it. As one paramedic wheeled her back to the ambulance,
the other injected her with a shot in her arm and she slipped into
unconsciousness, as the ambulance pulled away.

As Lisa woke up, she realized that she was in a hospital room, a private room,
she noted. She looked over at the clock on the table next to her bed, it was
Sunday at 11:15 am. Had she been here since Friday night? How bad had it been?
Looking around her hospital room, she noticed that her breasts stuck out more
and seemed to be firmer than she remembered. As she put her hand to her left
breast, she felt the soreness from the operation. Looking under her gown, she
thought, "Oh my god! They gave me a boob job!"

She got out of bed and tried to stand, but was still a little unsteady. She
walked over to the mirror, next to the sink. At first, paying attention only
to her breasts, and the modifications that had been made to them. They hadn't
been made much larger, only having been increased from her natural 34-C's to
her new 36-D's, but the surgery had also made them firmer, and perkier, than
they had naturally been before.

Surprised that she didn't feel more discomfort from that operation, she then
realized that other things had been changed too. She noticed that her lips
had been modified, and that they were larger and puffier than before. "Why had
this been done?" she wondered. She stood there staring at the mirror, and her
new look, knowing that they were not only turning her into the world's biggest
whore, but also into the biggest, sluttiest looking whore. She walked back
over to her hospital bed, got back in, and cried herself to sleep, as she had
now done so many times before.

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