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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 12
                  Lisa Gets Anxious Over Terri's Disappearance

       (MF, M+F, rape, inter, oral, anal, humil, exhib, tort,
blackmail)


Ron led Lisa from the room, out to the limo and threw her into the
back, still
gagged, bound and naked. He left, but returned just minutes later with
a hood,
and placed the hood over her head, so that she couldn't see where he
was
taking her. He then got in, and drove her back to her house. He took
her into
the house, pulling on her leash, as he led her across the yard. Once
inside of
the house, he pushed her down onto the couch, still bound and gagged.
He
reached down, grabbing her legs, and spread them wide apart, before
thrusting
his swelling prick into her. After dumping a load of cum into her, he
got up,
dressed and left, leaving her still bound and gagged, and with the
hood still
blinding her, so that she didn't even know where she was.

As the day drug on, she had slipped off of the couch, and was now
lying on the
floor. Unable to hold her bladder off any longer, she wet herself.
Brian
returned home late, having been forced to work until after seven
o'clock. As
he walked into the dark house, he heard a muffled cry. Turning on the
living
room lights, he found her curled up, hooded, bound, and gagged, lying
on the
floor, not far from her own excrement.

As Brian pulled his wife to her feet, he pulled the hood off of her
face, and
removed her gag. He stood behind her, and began to untie her hands,
when he
noticed the 'D' that had been burnt deep into her ass by the sizzling
branding
iron. As he began to question his wife about what had happened to her,
she
just stood there silently, her eyes trying to adjust to the lights,
while she
tried to get her mouth to move, after having been gagged for over
twelve hours.
Seeing his wife's enlarged, puffy lips, now cracked and bleeding,
having
gotten overly dry and brittle, he rushed into the kitchen, and
returned with a
glass of water. Parched and close to dehydrated, Lisa slowly began to
sip the
water, not able to take too much at a time.

Finally able to speak, she told told him of what she had seen and
heard after
the poker game this morning. Ron's cheating, their plan to ensnare and
blackmail Terri, as they had Lisa. Determined to make sure that
neither sister
could live a normal life again.

Lisa and Brian sat there for the rest of the evening, trying to figure
out how
to help Terri and themselves, but were unable to find a solution. So
Ron
cheated, so that they would have a tape of Terri begging for, and
having sex
with a dog. Even with this knowledge, it was already too late. They
had their
tape against Terri now, and already had plenty against both Brian and
Lisa.

Lisa spent the next two weeks thinking of Terri. Not hearing from her
sister,
Danielle or anyone else of that group, for that matter. Lisa spent
each day
afraid that the phone that she had been given would ring, or that
Brian would
return with some piece of bad news, like before. Relieved, as each day
passed
without anyone calling on her, to further her degradation. Yet deeply
troubled
not having heard from her sister, and still not knowing of Terri's
fate.

As the end of the second week passed, Brian was sent out of town on
business
again. They had changed all of their locks, on all the doors, before
he left,
unsure anymore, who now had a key to their house. She began to finally
feel
comfortable at home again, but still didn't allow Brian to touch her.

Then, just two days after Brian had left on his business trip, she
received a
call on her cell phone. She answered the phone saying, "Hello." There
was no
response, and after waiting for a little bit, she said, "Hello."
again. As
there was still no reply, she was ready to hang up, when she heard a
cry, a
long, muffled cry. The cry of a woman gagged. She had heard the
muffled cry,
it had a rhythm to it.

"It must be Terri." she thought, and from the rhythm of her cries, she
must
be getting raped by someone, or something, but she was unsure of
which. She
then asked, "Terrim is that you?" Still there was no answer, just the
continued
muffled crying. "Terri, are you alright?" she asked, but still no
response,
just the continued crying of someone coming over the phone, in a
rhythm that
she recognized as that of a woman being fucked against her will,
something she
herself had become very familiar with herself, unfortunately. The
crying then
increased, both in intensity as well as volume, just before the phone
went
dead.

She sat there shocked, looking at the now silent phone. What were they
doing
to Terri? Why had they called her? She just had to know, and called to
speak
to Brian, but she could never catch him in his hotel room. She waited
until
the next day and tried again, but still no luck. Where could he be,
and why
wasn't he returning her calls. Worried about her sister, and not
knowing where
else to turn, she called to speak to Mr. Kelly. Having gotten no
answer from
Ron or Carl's house, and Mike's number had been disconnected.

She was put on hold, and left there holding on, until the line was
dropped on
four tries. She saw no other alternative, so she decided to go see him
in
person. She had to know what was happening to Terri.

....

James Kelly had gone for over a year without being able to get an
erection.
He had been impotent ever since the night his wife had caught him with
Terri.
Danielle had chased him around the house with a knife that night. When
she
finally got him cornered, she had placed the blade of the knife right
on his
prick. She rubbed the blade across his cock, and told him what she was
going
to do to him for cheating on her. She told him that she would cut off
his cock
and stuff it down his throat, explaining how much she would enjoy it,
and that
she'd do nothing to help him, as she left him to bleed to death, once
removing
his cheating prick. He was crying, scared that she would really do it.

She had always been the dominate partner in their relationship. He
could take
charge of a project, manage an office of over 300 people, and wrap up
a ten
million dollar business deal, but when it came to Danielle, he had
always been
a push over, and she had dominated him. He couldn't stand up to her,
always
having done as she asked.

She had cut his dick that evening, but it wasn't really serious, just
nicking
the skin to prove a point, but it had been enough to make him lose his
sex
drive. They hadn't made love since, as his dick hadn't even twitched
until
that night with Lisa.

That night, as he watched the young wife, bent over the table, being
taken
against her will, by stranger after stranger, he felt something that
he hadn't
felt in a long time. Knowing that she was there, and allowing these
strangers
to fuck her in front of him, just because she believed that's what he
wanted,
gave him a sense of power over her, which made him hard. Knowing that
he could
control her, the way he was being controlled by Danielle, his prick
had gotten
erect that night, as he watched her taken by the men at the restaurant
and his
cock stayed that way, as he watched her ravaged by the black teens in
the
alley. He stayed erect right up until Danielle had touched it the next
morning.
The minute that she touched it, he felt it begin to go limp, and was
barely
able to orgasm in her mouth, before shriveling up from her touch.

As his attention was drawn to the knock on his door, he snapped out of
his day
dream, and looked up. His secretary, an elderly woman in her sixties,
was
standing in the door way.

"Yes Alice" he said in his commanding voice.

"There's a young women here to see you. It's Brian Brennan's wife
sir."

As he sat there shocked, Alice came into his office. He knew he
couldn't see
her and said, "Tell her I'm in a meeting."

"I did sir. She says it's an emergency, and she has to see you."

Knowing that he couldn't stop his desires, if he saw her again, and
not
wanting to tempt fate, he said, "I don't care, and I don't have time
for this.
Get her out of here Alice."

As the older women turned, and began to close the door, Lisa tried to
bolt
past her into Mr. Kelly's office. Alice grabbed her and tried to hold
her back
as she closed her boss's door.

"Oh Please Master. I have to talk to you! Just give me a minute." Lisa
cried,
struggling to get past his secretary. Hearing her hopeless voice
calling him
Master, and seeing the pleading in her eyes, he knew that he had to
see her.

"Alice"

"I'm sorry sir, I told her to have a seat. I..."

"That's okay Alice let her in and close the door please. Hold all of
my calls."
He calmly said, having made up his mind.

As Lisa sat down on the couch in his office, James' dick twitched.
Here she
was, and he had total control over her. His feeling of power and
manliness
welled up inside of him. His dominance over the young lady
unquestioned.

As the door closed, Lisa began, "Master, I have to know what happened
to Terri.
I got a call and no one was there, but in the background, I could here
a
muffled cry. I just have to know if she's OK and what Danielle has
done to
her." and then she began to cry.

James sat back in his chair, unsure of how to answer her question.
Deciding
that no answer would sound better than the truth, he told her,
"Danielle
chartered a jet, and flew down to Mexico with Terri, Ron, Mike and
Carl. The
next day she called, and had me send Brian there on a business trip,
to join
them. I haven't seen or heard from any of them since they left."

Lisa sat there stunned, not sure what else to say, or ask. Looking at
the girl,
and the blank stare on her face he prodded her on. "Any other
questions slave?"

Now having some time to ponder his answer, she asked, "What are they
doing in
Mexico?"

James smiled broadly and said, "Well I am afraid that my wife doesn't
keep me
in the loop on the specifics, but I do know that Brian insisted on
joining
them, and had wanted to go all along. It took Danielle an extra day,
before
she agreed to let him join their little party."

Lisa was stunned by this news. Why would Brian have insisted on going
with
them? Did he feel the need to protect Terri? Did he know something he
hadn't
told her?

Mr. Kelly could no longer resist. He stood up from his desk, a tent in
his
pants and walked over to the door, turning the knob and locking the
door.
Lisa, hearing the click of the lock, suddenly began to think that this
might
not have been such a good idea. As he approached his prey, he saw the
fear in
her eyes, and knew that it was well placed.

He stood over her and said, "Slave, I want to see you naked." Lisa sat
there
looking up at him, not making a move. "Now Slave! Take your clothes
off."

She knew that she had to obey him, and began to undress. He was
relieved that
she had done as he had told her, not knowing what he would have
actually done
if she had refused. He stood there watching her remove her clothes. As
she
slid her panties down her legs, he held his hand out, gesturing for
her to put
them in his hand. As she placed her panties in her master's hands, she
noticed
the small wet spot forming in his pants. Seeing her gaze on his cock,
he
ordered her to, "Take it out slave."

Lisa began to unbutton his trousers. As she unzipped his pants, he
reached out
and touched her face, running his finger over her enlarged lips and
across her
cheeks. As she lowered his pants, and pulled his underwear down, she
saw his
cock for the first time. After all her experiences with men, she found
his
cock rather small and lacking thickness. There was also a funny scar
across
the top of his shaft. As she examined her master's pitiful tool, a
smirk came
across her face. Seeing her expression, as she looked at his prick,
James got
angry and yelled, "Slut!" as he slapped her across her face. The blow
knocking
her off of the couch and onto the floor.

Furious by her reaction, he grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her to
her
feet. He slapped her again, harder than the first time. As she fell to
the
floor again, he grabbed the phone from the table next to the couch,
and pulled
the cord out of the wall. Taking the phone cord, he wrapped it around
her neck
twice, and then began to pull her to her feet.

As he placed the cord around her neck, Lisa feared for her life, and
began to
scream, afraid that he would kill her right there, right then. As he
tightened
his grip on the cord, she tried to get away from him, for which she
received
a knee to the stomach, knocking the air out of her for her trouble.
Falling to
the floor from the blow, she felt her life being squeezed out of her
body.

James stood over his slave, content to choke the bitch to death. He
had never
struck a woman before today, however, he had felt humiliated and
ashamed when
this little slut smirked at him, after seeing his prick. Who the hell
did she
think she was? He had seen her with ... well anyway, who was she to
look at
him like that?

As he watched her eyes flutter, and her screams weakened, he realized
that he
had no choice but to release her. Not troubled by her screams, he had
gotten
his office sound proofed years ago. That allowed him to scold his
employees in
total privacy, but he had never dreamed of doing anything like this to
anyone,
except maybe Danielle, his bitch of a wife, who had treated him so
badly for
so many years.

As he loosened his grip on the cord, she began to suck in the air,
trying to
refill her deprived lungs. His cock was stiffer now than he could ever
remember
it being his whole life. He dragged her onto the couch and pulled her
ass over
the arm. He gazed down to see the 'D' branded into her burnt flesh.
After over
two weeks, it still looked fresh. She had refused to seek medical
attention,
even though it may have been infected, because she was so ashamed of
it.

Deciding the better of it, he flipped his slave over still holding
onto the
phone cord. Looking down at her panties, that he still held in his
other hand
he shoved them into her gasping mouth. Taking his now free hand, he
threw one
of her legs away from her body, and glared down at her still hairless
cunt.

Feeling his power over her again, he stepped up to her and drove his
cock deep
into her pussy. Basking in his feeling of power, he lifted his head up
in
victory. As his gaze rose, he saw the picture of his wife Danielle on
the wall
staring at him. Her eyes piercing through him from the photograph, and
he
froze. His erection fell, as he stared back at the photo of his evil
wife.

Lisa's eyes opened, looking at her attacker, as his now limp cock
slipped from
her pussy. Unsure of what had happened, but knowing that he had only
thrust
into her once, and didn't leave his seed.

She looked at her master, unsure as to what to do. He stepped away
from her
yelling, "Get out! Get out of here!"

Lisa was shocked by this turn of events, as she quickly pulled her
blouse and
pants back on, not even bothering to take her panties out of her
mouth, or
untangling the phone cord from her neck. As she hurriedly put on her
clothes,
he said, "Meet me at Danielle's play house tonight at six, you've got
the
address bitch."

She grabbed her bra from the floor and pulled the panties out of her
mouth, as
she unlocked the door, and left his office. The phone cord still
dangling from
her neck, with red welts now forming where he had choked her with it.
She
hurried out of the office, trying to stuff her bra and panties into
her pocket,
not looking up at any of the men or women, as she scurried from the
building.

James Kelly sat behind his desk, humiliated and ashamed. Even when she
was a
thousand miles away, somehow his wife still was able to control him.
Thinking
back on what had just happened, he vowed to have Lisa, no matter what.

Knowing that he would need help, he called the restaurant that
Danielle had
made him take Lisa to before. He tried as best as he could to make a
special
arrangement, like he had gotten before. The man on the other end
seemed
clueless, and Mr. Kelly was unable to come out and say exactly what he
was
looking for, to get his date gang raped by the patrons like before. He
hung up
the phone, never having made a reservation.

James sat there contemplating his options for twenty minutes, when it
hit him.
He pulled out his wallet, and took Scott's business card from it.
Scott had
given him the card that night in the alley, while Lisa was being raped
by the
street punks. he dialed the number and waited. When the phone was
picked up,
it was a machine. "Hello, this is Scott's Custom Productions.
Currently we're
out doing a shoot out of town, but should be back in 6 to 8 weeks.
Leave your
message at the beep.

"Damned!" he thought. He now didn't know who to turn to. Danielle had
set up
everything before now, he had tried to stay totally uninvolved. He
popped in
the tape from that first night at the play house. As he watched Andy
tying
Lisa to the table, he saw his opportunity.

It was 4:05 when he asked his secretary to find Andy's parents phone
number.
He was able to give her the boy's last name, and the street that he
should be
on. She seemed confused by his request, but knowing better than to
question
her boss, she quickly found the number for him.

He dialed Andy's parent's house and waited for it to be picked up.
Questioning
his own decision to bring the boy back into it, but not knowing where
to else
to turn. Andy answered the phone on the fourth ring sounding winded,
"Yea,
hello."

James waiting a few seconds replied "Hello Andy. This is James Kelly,
perhaps
you remember me."

"Look dude, if this is about the videos on e-bay, I stopped selling
them when
your wife told me to stop. I don't know who's selling the custom
videos. I
thought that it must have been you guys." Andy stammered out,
obviously
worried about what Danielle would do to him.

"What? No this is not about the videos. I would like to make you an
offer.
You showed great promise in how you used Lisa. I would like to see
what you
could throw together for her again." he told the boy.

"Really dude? That's awesome! I've really missed, ... well you know."
he
replied.

"Yes, I know. How about you be at my wife's place at 6:30 tonight?
Could you
keep it simple. I know this is a last minute thing." James said to the
kid.

"Sure, I got a great idea." Andy replied.

As Lisa walked into her house, cursing herself. Why had she gone to
the office?
She know new only a little more than she did when she had left. Except
now,
she had attracted Mr. Kelly's attention again, and had to submit to
more abuse.
She looked at the time, and knew that she had to get ready. After
showering
and putting on her make-up she went to the closet to find something to
wear.
She no longer had the gowns Mr. Kelly had sent her in the past, and
had thrown
out must of her own more revealing clothing. Not sure what he expected
from
her, she flipped through the clothes on the hangers.

She then saw it, as she glanced down while looking through her
remaining
clothes. On the floor, in the back of the closet, she found a dry
cleaning bag
hanging over a hanger. Curious, she picked it up and took it to the
bed.
Removing the bag from the hanger, she saw that it was her skirt and
top from
the first poker game. She knew that Brian must have had it cleaned,
and hid it
from her. In a fit of rage, she picked up the clothes and threw them
in the
trash can, thinking that she never wanted to wear that outfit ever
again.

She returned to the closet, and spent thirty minutes trying to find
something
that she thought would satisfy Mr. Kelly, not wanting to anger him.
She gave
up, as she had thrown away everything that was the least bit sexy. She
walked
back into the bedroom, and glanced at the time. "Shit! I'm going to be
late!"
she thought, and knew that she had to hurry up. Not seeing anything
else, she
grabbed the clothes that she had just thrown away, from the trash, and
put
them on. Looking at herself in the mirror, before she left, and she
was
horrified. Her once tight t-shirt was now too small for her enlarged
breasts,
and were busting out of the low cut top. Even with her pouty lips, and
her
hair a different color and style, she saw herself as the slut that
they had
made her into.

She got there three minutes late, and was fearful of what punishment
she would
face for her tardiness. As she walked to the house, she saw the for
sale sign
in the front yard of the home.

She knocked on the door, and heard Mr. Kelly tell her to come in. As
she
entered, she noticed that the house looked empty, as all the furniture
was
gone. Mr. Kelly was on his cell phone in the kitchen and he hung up
the phone
just as she walked in.

They spent the next twenty minutes standing in the kitchen, neither
one of
them speaking. Lisa stood in the center of the kitchen, while Mr.
Kelly leaned
against the counter, occasionally walking around her, silently looking
over
her body. He noted that she had lost several pounds since the first
video that
he had seen of her, but even as thin as she was now, she still looked
incredible. Finally, a knock on the front door broke the awkward
silence.

"Get the door slave." He finally said.

She was shocked as she opened the door, and saw Andy standing in front
of her.
She had felt confident, that after that day with Terri and the poker
game,
that she would never have to be face to face with him again.

Smiling, Andy said "Hello Lisa. It's so good to see you again."

Lisa stood there speechless, not knowing what to say to the punk.

"What's a matter babe, not happy to see me?" he asked, as her walked
by her,
carrying a large duffle bag, and a couple of folding chairs. Following
Andy
into the house, was his father and a couple of Andy's cousins. All of
the men
carried in chairs, and then a large, folding, round, wooden table was
rolled
in by none other than their neighbor, Dr. Rosenbloom.

"Well, hello Lisa! My you look like you've lost some weight. I think
that
maybe we should give you a physical tonight." the good doctor said.

Humiliated again by her young neighbor, she closed the door, as the
last of
the five men entered the house and following them into the main room,
where
the men began to set up the tables and chairs. While the others were
setting
up, Andy and Mr. James had walked over to the corner, and were
talking. No one
was paying any attention to Lisa.

Laughing, as they walked over to her, Andy said, "Lisa honey, how
ironic you
wore that outfit. I brought one over just like it, but since yours
looks its a
little smaller than the one that I brought, we'll go with your's. Now
honey,
we're going to play some poker, just like that night when you did it
with Ron,
your husband and their buddies. And just like that night, whoever wins
gets
the remote, and you have to do whatever they say. You got it honey?"

Looking at her master for approval, she said, "Yes." as she saw him
nod his
head.

The game began, and Mr. Kelly told Lisa to go get the beer, from the
back of
the truck out front. She had to make three trips, to bring in all of
the beer
that the men had brought with them, and placed them in the
refrigerator, before
returning to the game.

"You silly little bitch, you didn't bring us any! Get everyone a beer,
including yourself." her master told her.

She did as she was told, going back into the kitchen and bringing back
a beer
for everyone. Just as she got back into the room, Andy's cousin Heath
had won
the round.

"OK, so I guess you have to do what I say, huh?" Heath asked her.

"Yes, that's how it works." Lisa responded sarcastically.

"Damn you got a sharp tongue, hope it don't hurt my dick." he replied,
getting
a laugh from the others at the table. "First let me ask you, do you
remember
anything from the night Andy had you dress up like a catholic high
school girl?
Don't forget you have to tell the truth."

"No, not really. The last thing that I remember was getting into the
car." she
told him honestly.

"Fuck! I wanted to make sure that you'd remember me. Oh well, I guess
I'll
have to leave a more lasting impression on you tonight. Now suck my
dick."

As the game continued, she kneeled down under the table to suck his
cock. He
wasn't erect when she had pulled his prick out of his pants, so she
tried to
jerk him off a little first, to get him hard. Not getting what he had
asked
for he said "Bitch, I didn't ask for a hand job. Now suck my dick."

She was forced to do as he asked, so she placed his limp dick into her
mouth,
and began to suck on it, now like an old pro. She had her nose in his
thick
patch of pubic hair, and it smelled terrible. She began to wonder when
was the
last time that he had bathed. She had sucked pig's dicks that smelled
better
than this.

As her whole mind was thinking about the horrible smell, she hadn't
noticed
how Andy's father had reached under her skirt, and had worked his
fingers
under her panties. She first noticed the intrusion when he slipped his
finger
into her bald cunt. She didn't stop giving Heath a blow job, even
though she
was being fingered from behind, and was unaware that Doug had won the
next
round.

As she continued sucking Heath's cock, she felt something cold near
her ass,
and as she looked back, she saw Doug with a beer bottle, as he pulled
her
panties off. He then placed the mouth of the bottle right up to the
opening of
her hot, wet pussy. As he slid the bottle into her, she moaned from
around the
smelly dick in her mouth. The bottle neck filled her with its cold
sensations
as it was worked in and out of her sex.

Heath finally shot his load into her mouth, just as the round ended.
Andy's
Father had won the hand. He ordered Lisa, who was now wiping her cum
covered
face, to get them all more beer. The cold bottle of beer was pulled
from her
cunt and she went to get the men another beer. When she returned, she
handed
out the beer to the men. Ted, Andy's father, ordered her to chug a
bottle of
beer. He told her that if she chugged it in just ten seconds, that he
would
let her rest the remainder of the round. So she picked up her new
bottle of
beer, and started to open it.

"No not that one dummy, use the one that was in your cunt." he said,
handing
her the bottle that they had used in her cunt.

Reluctantly, she took the bottle. When Ted told her go, she began to
chug the
beer down as fast as she could. As the men counted, while she guzzled
the beer.
She knew at seven, that she was in trouble, having well over half of
the beer
still in the bottle. She opened her mouth, and let the beer literally
pour into
her throat, barely gulping as it went straight down into her stomach.
Some
splashed onto her face, and dripped down her chin, as the men said
ten. She
had lost. Ted then ordered her to finish it in one swig and she
complied. Ted
then told her she could try again handing her the new bottle. She
tried again
this time letting the beer spill out, down her cheeks and onto her
chest.

The cold liquid made her nipples harden instantly, as she chugged it
down, but
it took her twelve seconds. She had probably swallowed two thirds of
it, while
spilling the rest. She had gotten so close, but ....

"Hey, dad, why don't we give her one more shot at it?" Andy said,
pulling out
a half pint of Jack Daniels.

"Here, give this a try." Ted said, handing her the bottle, "I'll tell
you what
if you chug this bottle, you can have the next two rounds off, what do
you
guys say?"

All the men around the table chimed in that they would agree to those
terms.
Lisa looked at the bottle, other than an occasional beer, the most she
had
ever drunk, was a few glasses of wine.

"Okay." she said, opening the bottle.

As Ted said go, she took her first swig, thinking that she might be
able to
win this time. The hot liquid burned her throat, as it went down. She
almost
puked, gagging on the liquid, she pulled the bottle away from her
mouth.
Having sucked down about half the bottle, she tried to calm herself,
preparing
for her next swig. "Six, Seven, Eight." She brought the bottle to her
lips
and chugged. The last Drop empting from the bottle as the men said
eleven.

"I'm sorry Lisa honey, you lose again. Now take off that wet top." Ted
told
her.

Lisa began to cry, having worked so hard, only to lose again. She
pulled the
clinging T-shirt free from her body, while Ted stood and dropped his
pants,
before sitting back down.

"Come over here sweetie, and sit on ol' Ted's lap, Honey." he ordered
her.

As she walked over to him, the men could tell that the alcohol was
already
having an effect on the small women. As she began to sit down on his
lap, he
helped her down the rest of the way, guiding her wet cunt over his
semi-erect
cock. As his dick slipped past her cunt sphincter, the men heard a
moan slip
from her mouth. He then began to bounce her up and down on his cock,
as she
continued moaning, as she got more and more aroused from the ride.

It took two more hands for Ted to shoot his load into her. The winner
of each
hand made her chug another beer, while she continued to ride Ted's
cock.

As Ted finished with her, she was thrown up onto the table. The men
began to
drop their pants, so that they were ready to use her. Lisa, now too
drunk to
be coherent of her situation, serviced each man as he presented her
his cock.
For the first round of let's fuck Lisa over, most of them came in her
mouth,
and for the rest of the night, they mainly thrust their pricks into
her ass or
cunt. The men, including the doctor, had quickly helped her out of all
of her
clothes.

As the doctor finished using her, Andy said, "Try this dad." as he lay
down
on the table, and placed Lisa on top of him, pulling her cunt onto his
dick.
He then bent her over him and said, "Come on dad, work it into her
ass!"

Not needing much encouragement Ted thrust his dick into her butt.
Lisa, in a
state of drunken awareness, looked down to see Andy fucking her from
below.
Then, looking over her shoulder, she saw the boy's father plugging her
ass from
behind. The sick prevision of the situation caused her to begin
sobbing again.
As the father and son duo finished up, leaving their spunk inside of
the
helpless woman, they were quickly replaced by Andy's cousins.

As Doug pulled her over, onto his cock, he reached up and placed a
clothes pin
on her right nipple. The pain seared through her abused, sensitive
nipple, and
throughout her entire breast, she cried out in pain. As she began to
scream in
pain, Heath reached up, grabbed a handful of her hair, as he thrust
his dick
into her ass. While she was being penetrated in both her lower fuck
holes by
the cousins, Ted and Andy began to apply more clothes pins to her
body. The
small pinching from each one, was more than she could handle. As the
two men
continued to place the clothes pins onto her body, Lisa tried to
remove some
of them, needing to ease the pain. As she reached for the second one,
Ted
grabbed her arm, and placed a metal handcuff on it. Then grabbing her
other
arm, he pulled them both behind her back, cuffing them together.

She was now unable to remove any of the clothes pins, and was soon
covered
with them. They had made circles around her breasts, using the pins.
Then they
began applying them to her belly, and even on her arms. As she begged
for them
to stop, the men laughed and mocked her. At one point, Andy even
placed a
clothes pin on her lips, pinning them closed for a moment, at least.

As the night dragged on for Lisa, all of the men had enjoyed using her
body for
there pleasure, many times each. All the men that is, except for Mr.
Kelly,
who sat there content to just watch, while his pet was used by the
entire
group. He watched her get fucked in every conceivable manner by the
men. They
used her any way that they felt like, not showing any concern for her
comfort
or enjoyment.

As the men finished with her, they left her lying on the floor,
doubled over
in pain, and she eventually passed out from a combination of the pain,
exhaustion, and alcohol. The five men then gathered their things, and
began to
leave. Andy stopping to talk with Mr. Kelly before he left.

As James walked back into the room that Lisa was in, he saw her on the
floor
covered with semen. The evening of seeing her defiled and used had
left him
hard and horny. He walked over to her, dropped his pants, and gently
pushed
her over onto her back, her hands still cuffed behind her.

Feeling her cuffed wrists being pushed into her back, Lisa began to
awaken.
Looking up, she saw Mr. Kelly, nude from the waist down, standing over
her.
As he dropped to his knees over her, she could see his erection.
Grabbing her
hair, he pulled her face up and into his crouch. Knowing what she had
to do,
she began to suck his dick.

She was lying in a very uncomfortable position, the handcuffs cutting
into her
wrists and back. She coughed, unable to clear her throat, with his
dick inside
of her mouth and James felt her teeth scrap his dick. Angry, and
fearing that
she might bite him, he pulled back, and away from her. As he pulled
away, he
slapped her hard across her face. Blood began to trickle down her
busted open
lip and he began to feel his power returning.

Looking at the bleeding girl in front of him, he grabbed her ankles,
pushing
them back towards her head, and over it. He saw her still puckered
anus winking
at him, and lined his cock up with it. He took one hand, and slapped
her
across her tits. The effect was two fold, first it knocked some of the
clothes
pins off of her breasts, and then it made her scream in pain, as an
added
bonus.

With his prick now lined up with her nether eye, he thrust into her,
once
again grabbing her ankles and forcing them both as far apart, and back
over
her head as he could. Her crying was an immense turn on to him, as he
hammered
into her butt. He developed a rapid tempo, as he quickly thrust his
cock into
her ass, and just as quickly yanked it out, but he was unable to keep
it up
for long, and emptied his jism into her, after only a minute.

As he got up, he looked down at her and smiled. He had done it. There
she lay
before him, used, abused and tortured, all for his amusement. He felt
great,
as if he were truly a man again, and he was happy.

As he dressed and prepared to leave, she had slipped back into
unconsciousness
again. He reached down, and undid the cuffs on her hands before
leaving.
Taking one last look at his pet, covered in cum, and still with the
clothes
pins scattered all over her body. He knew he would have her again.

Lisa awoke the next morning a killer head ache. Her body aching, and
especially
the parts still being pinched by the clothes pins. As she started to
pull
herself up, she noticed the man sitting in the folding chair in front
of her.

She looked at the man wearing the golden blazer, and saw the grin on
his face.
It was Kevin Jenkins, and she knew that the latest chapter, in her
nightmare
of a life, was not yet over.

	As she began to pull herself up Lisa heard Mr. Jenkins begin to
giggle. "Don't get up on my behalf you can service me from down
there." She looked up defiantly "I don't think so you old pervert!"
she said. "I think you should reconsider if you want your clothes and
car keys back bitch."

	Lisa looked around not seeing her clothes or purse anywhere in the
room. "You son of a bitch! You wore our friend I go shopping with your
wife, why would you throw that all away?"  Snickering at her he
replied "I am not throwing anything away. As I see it we'll just be
adding to our friendship. Now, take my dick out and blow me."

	Lisa once again resigned, crawled over to him and pulled his member
from his trousers and began to blow him. "Good job neighbor." He said
as his erection grew under her attentions. Taking both hands he
grabbed her head by the hair and began to force her mouth deeper down
on his cock gagging her on it roughly.
	
	Now fully erect he pushed her back down on the ground and kicked her
legs far apart. He dropped his trousers and then he too dropped to his
knees.  As he slid his dick deep into her cunt he leaned over her body
and began kissing her passionately. As he invaded her mouth with his
tongue Lisa put forth no resistance feeling him pounding his cock into
her while his hands moved across here sensitive breast.
	
	He made love to her as he would his own wife. Lisa laid thankful for
the change in attitude from her assailant. As she felt him gently bite
her lower lip she felt his seed empty into her.

	As he lifted up he pulled his pants back up and refastened his
trousers. Next extending his hand he helped Lisa up from the floor he
then guided her over to a small closet under the steps. "Get in," he
ordered. "What? No I did as you said let me go." I will but I am
showing the house in two minutes so hide in there and be quiet until
I'm done."

	Doing as she was told she stepped into the small dark closet and
waited. While standing in the closet she began quietly removing the
clothes pins from her body. She could hear the foot steps moving up
and down the stairs and the creeks in the floor as the people walked
through the house.

	She heard the footsteps stop out side the door and she listened.
"I'll see you later Baby." "I think you'll love the house Mrs.
Williams I'll get the paper work over to you this afternoon."

	After a few moments she heard the rattle as the knob on the door was
turned. Grateful she would finally be free to go home she stood
smiling as the door was opened.
There in front of her was Mr. Jenkins and a short wiry black man
presumably Mr. Williams.

	"Well thanks for your business I am sure you and the Misses will be
most happy with the house. Now here's the bitch I told you about
before your wife got here. Remember to have her back by Two." Mr.
Jenkins said as he grabbed her by her hair and stuffed a rag in her
mouth before applying a layer of duct tape to hold it in.

	Not even given a chance to protest Lisa stood there gagged as Mr.
Jenkins grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. Holding her
wrist together in on hand he began to wrap the duct tape around her
wrist with the other.

	Now gagged and bound Lisa was led out to the garage still nude she
was forced to climb in the trunk of the old Ford as the trunk was
closed on her. She then heard the car start and begin to move. It
traveled for over twenty minutes her guess was most of it had been on
the highway the old car to noisy for her to hear anything from
outside. The car finally stopped she heard a door open and then
silence.

	She laid in the back of the old Ford for what seemed like hours but
was actually only about ten minutes. As she heard the key hit the
trunk and turn she looked up wondering what would come next.

	The light hit her eyes just as she saw the large black man throw the
blanket over her nude body. She felt him lift her up and toss her over
his shoulder as he began to carry her up several steps and open a
door. As he carried her into a building of some sort she heard the
familiar Ding of an elevator and then the sound of the closing doors.
The sensation of the elevator climbing the building was exaggerated
lying on the mans shoulder as she was. Lisa felt sick and was afraid
she would vomit into the rag stuffed in her mouth.

	As the ding indicated she was carried from the elevator and into
another doorway the thug carrying her accidentally banging her head
into the side of the doorway. She was thrown down onto a mattress but
still wrapped in the blanket. Her fear now at its worst she began to
try to get up from the bed. Seeing the women struggle someone pushed
her back down forcefully.

	Lisa began to hear the voices and laughter of many men just before
she felt the blanket being pulled from her body. Looking up she saw
she was surrounded by a dozen or more large and naked black men. She
tried to protest and fight them off as they began to grope and grab at
her still cum stained body. Her struggles proved fruitless as the men
outnumbered her restrained as she was.

	Finally as she looked at her attackers helplessly bound at the hands
of her black assailants she knew her fate was sealed. As the skinny
Blackman she had seen back at the house climbed on the mattress and
between her legs she gritted her teeth not willing to accept what she
was about to happen to her yet again.

	As Jerome prepared to mount the white bitch he told the men gathered
around him. "Now this is how you throw a party I hope you other mother
fuckers are paying attention to how this shit is done!" with that he
drove his cock into her spread legs as she closed her eyes. She felt
him enter her and the hands still running over her body.

	He was smaller than most of the men she had been forced to fuck, but
it didn't make her feel any better. He hadn't taken long maybe three
minutes before he shot his stream into her, but he was quickly
replaced by another then another.

	The experience lasted for hours she was fucked in her ass and cunt,
sometimes in tandem when they could manage it. It was a disorganized
little party not planned at all she knew it was not meant to have
happened. Mr. Kelly would not have allowed this. Would he?

	When the men had finished with her they sat around still pinching and
groping her exposed body as they drank and smoked their weed. She
heard them talk about how much money they could make with a little
whore like her on the street and the possibilities of just how to use
her. Lisa trembled as they discussed what they would make her do if
they "owned her".

	Finally the Time had come and she was once again covered and returned
to the trunk of the car before being returned to the house. Once she
was carried inside she felt her hands freed while she was still
wrapped in the blanket. By the time she had worked her way out from
under the blanket she found herself laying nude on the kitchen floor
in Danielle's play house.

	She found her clothes on the kitchen counter along with her purse and
keys. She removed the rag from her mouth and began to dress she
thankfully drank water from the kitchen faucet thankful to be free
again. As she left the house to go out to her car she noticed the sold
sign now on the for sale sign in the yard.

	She returned home and showered and cleaned herself douching herself
twice hoping to clean herself from the events of the last twenty-four
hours. As she lay in her bed trying to forget what she had been put
through not wanting to think of what horrible disease she might have
been exposed to from her black assailants she drifted off into a light
sleep.

	She was startled as she heard the ringing she quickly woke and began
looking for the source of the noise. She found it in her purse it was
the cell phone Mr. Kelly had given her. She answered it, Mr. Kelly
then instructed her to go to the local sex shop and pick up a list of
items he gave her, and he told her to use the credit card he had given
her. He then told her to go to a tattoo parlor at 3 p.m. tomorrow an
tell them she was there for Danielle's appointment she was next told
to go to the apartment he had already given her a key to and wait for
him there.

	After repeating his instructions back to him she hung up the phone.
Lisa was terrified at what laid ahead for her the items he wanted her
to pick up. The clothing he ask her to buy. She had to wonder what he
would do to her, what he had planned and just how bad it could get.

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