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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 v2.7
                               By Not My Story


                                  Chapter 5
                                 Gang Banged
           (MF, M+F, FF, nc, oral, anal, exhib, humil, blackmail)



Lisa went back upstairs and began to cleanup, feeling humiliated and ashamed
by her earlier actions. As she showered, she wondered what her lesbian lover
and her husband had in store for her that evening. In just the last few months
she had tripled the number of lovers she had known and experienced, since her
first lesbian experience.

After almost two hours of being left alone upstairs to contemplate her life
and how things had turned out, Lisa had cried herself to sleep. Danielle
entered the room, and placed a black teddy with a garter belt and stockings
on the bed. She leaned over Lisa and gave her a large kiss on her lips,
invading her mouth with her tongue. The invasion startled Lisa awake, as
Danielle began rub Lisa's cunt with her hand. Lisa moved away from Danielle
and the unwanted attention, rolling over to the other side of the bed.
Danielle stood there looking rejected.

"Put the outfit on that your husband sent for you. He is sending someone over
to see you slut." she ordered hatefully, obviously angered by Lisa's continued
rejection to her advances.

"Oh, and he wanted you to put on this lipstick too." she said pulling out the
tube from her pocket. "You've got five minutes before your friend arrives,
make sure that you look the part for him." as she turned and left the room.

As Lisa began to dress, she noticed the crotch missing from the teddy, along
with the small snaps, holding it together, along the side. 'Curious.' she
thought. After putting on the teddy, the garter belt and the stockings, Lisa
began to apply the lipstick that Danielle had left. It was a bright red color,
and did help make her look like a total slut, or cheap prostitute. She applied
the lipstick liberally, remembering Danielle's instructions.

Just as Lisa finished up, Danielle came back into the room carrying a leather
collar, and four leather cuffs. Next, without saying a word, she began to put
the collar and cuffs on her. Now Lisa began to have a terrible felling, as to
what was to come next.

Danielle then told Lisa to follow her, and led her downstairs to a small room.
Lisa noticed an elaborate blindfold on the table, with small, little lips that
would cover the wearer's eyes, making it impossible to even see underneath it,
and blocking out all of the light. As she stood looking at the blindfold, she
barely noticed that Danielle had picked up one of the small padlocks off of
the table, and had moved behind her. Her attention snapped back to Danielle,
as the woman pulled her arms behind her, and clasped the two leather cuffs
together. Then she snapped the padlock in place, ensuring that it would be
impossible for Lisa to free her hands.

Danielle next pulled open a drawer from under the small table, and removed
two wireless ear buds, and some type of radio transmitter. She then placed
one in her own ear and began to tune the transmitter. Once she seemed pleased
with the settings, she removed the bud from her ear, and placed it in Lisa's.
Lisa then began to hear music coming, if you could call it that, from the
device. Danielle inserted the second bud into Lisa's other ear. It was a heavy
metal compilation, but not turned up load enough to prevent Lisa from hearing
the other sounds in the room, like that of the thin metal chain clanking, as
Danielle attached it to Lisa's collar.

Suddenly, Lisa heard her own voice through the ear buds, as she heard herself
say over and over again, "Ooooohhh... Gooodddd.... Its so fuckinggg goood!!!"
followed by her pleading, "I'm so horny, will someone just FUCK ME?"

It continued playing more of Lisa's previously recorded rantings. Lisa was
startled from her current state of shock when she heard the doorbell ring over
the music coming from her ear buds. Danielle hastily put the blindfold on her,
making sure that she was unable to see a thing. Then she attached the chain
from Lisa's collar to a hook on the wall, limiting her movement.

Danielle then went to get the door. Lisa was still able to hear the door open
and close, and the beginning of a conversation. However, she found herself
unable to make out who, or what, was being said over the music coming through
her ear buds. As the voices grew closer, she was able to make out the voices
of Andy, her next door neighbor's punk kid, and Danielle speaking. As they
entered the room, she heard Andy say, "Oh my God! What a heavenly sight. I
have never seen anything so beautiful in all of my life!"

She was a lovely sight indeed, there, in a black teddy, with a matching garter
belt and stockings was the exquisite body of the 32 year old Lisa Brennan,
tanned, toned, and looking very sexy. Her breasts were pushed up from the
teddy, her legs outlined by her stockings and the garter belt emphasizing her
small waist, while framing out her crotch. She looked ever so helpless with
her wrists cuffed behind her back, and her neck chained to the wall. A picture
of every teenage boy's dream come true. The blindfold barely covered her eyes,
not taking away from the beauty of her face, but its unique design insured
that she could not see a thing of what was about to happen to her.

Andy walked over to her, and began to grope her breasts and exposed cunt. Lisa
began to moan from his attentions. Andy then whispered in her ear, "I'm going
to use you all night long. This is going to be a night, that I can promise you
will never forget, my sweet."

Danielle then chimed in, "Don't forget what her husband said, Carl and the
boys get her exclusively tomorrow. Apparently, they too, have something
planned for our little plaything."

Andy just chuckled replying, "Don't worry, there's enough of our little Lisa
for everyone."

Andy then turned and reached into the duffle bag that he had brought in with
him. He removed two pills and a bottle of water. He turned to Lisa and told
her that he had some aspirin for her to take now, before she got too sore. In
reality, he was giving her a Viagra and an Ecstasy pill, to heighten her
sexual arousal, to a new, all time high. As he placed the pills in her mouth,
he brought the bottle to her lips, allowing her to sip in the water, and
swallow the pills.

Next, he undid her chain from the wall, and opened up the door on the other
side of the small room, which led into a large, well lit room. As he opened
up the door, Danielle turned up the volume on her ear buds, which were still
piping in the music combined with Lisa's trash mouth rantings, but now it was
so loud, that she was unable to hear her own thoughts, and definitely unable
to hear any sounds from around her.

Andy led her to a large table that stood at waist level. It was covered with
red velvet pads, which hid the catches designed to attach to Lisa's cuffs.
Surrounding the table were studio lights, three cameras, including cameramen,
a director and a boom mic, which was suspended above the table. Andy had been
planning this for the last two weeks. He had hired the film crew with the
understanding that they would receive their payment from Lisa, when he had
finished his little production.

Andy, still standing next to Lisa, holding the chain attached to her collar,
turned to the director, Scott, and said, "Action".

Andy then spent the next five minutes securing Lisa to the table spread eagle.
As Andy attached her cuffs to the table, in a spread eagle position, she began
to tremble with fear, unsure as to what would happen to her next. As the fear
continued to well up inside of her, so did another feeling. She was becoming
more excited, her skin danced with anticipation, a result of the pills that
she had unwittingly taken earlier.

As Lisa lay helpless, bound to the table spread eagle, with her head lying
over the other end, Andy began to undress. He picked up a microphone from a
chair, just out of the camera's eye, and pressing the button on the mic, he
said, "Lisa do you hear me?"

Through the ear buds that she was wearing, Lisa had heard Andy's voice and
replied to him in a hateful voice, "Yes Andy, I hear you!"

With an evil smile on his face, Andy said, "I have some more lines here that
your husband wants you to say. Are you ready to please him Lisa?"

Lisa replied, even more annoyed with the young punk, "Yes Andy, just let's
get this over with!"

Andy smugly gave the lines to Lisa, and told her that her husband had said
that she only would get one chance to make it convincing, or their marriage
was over. Andy grinned at Scott, and told Lisa that at the count of three, to
repeat the lines like she really meant it. "One, Two, Three." Andy quickly put
the mic back down and finished removing his clothes.

Lisa began to speak in the happiest voice that she could muster, "Oh Andy.
Please fuck me. Fill every one of my holes. I want you to use me all night
long. I need a good fucking. Please take my helpless body!"

Now naked Andy walked around to Lisa's head and placed the tip of his cock
at Lisa's lips. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth to his intrusion, and began
to give him the first of many blow jobs that she would provide this evening.
Not knowing it was now only 6:30 p.m., and what was still to come this evening,
she tried to give him the best blow job of his young life, in hopes of
finishing the young man off early, and putting an end to her humiliation.

As he began to thrust his cock deep down her throat, Danielle took a position
between Lisa's legs, and began tonguing her cunt expertly. While the action
on the table picked up, Scott directed his people to capture it all on film
and not to miss an angle, or a moment of the intense action. As Lisa drew
closer to her first orgasm of the night, on the end of Danielle's expert
tongue, he began to thrust so deep into her throat, that she choked. As Lisa
began to shake and quiver from her orgasm, he took one last deep thrust into
her mouth, and held it there, choking Lisa, as he sent his hot jism deep down
her throat. The sensation, along with drugs given to her earlier, were enough
to drive her to another orgasm. Andy, now having held his position in her
mouth for over a minute and thirty seconds, let loose load after load of cum
into her throat.

Deprived of oxygen, by Andy's dick, and her exhaustion, Lisa slipped into
unconsciousness. Looking down at the unconscious beauty, he pulled his dick
from her limp mouth, and let out a scream of absolute cheer, "Yaahooaaaa!!!!!"

He quickly rushed around the table, undoing her cuffs. Next he repositioned
her, placing her face down, with her legs hanging over the table. In this
position her ass made one beautiful target, and his cock was rock hard from
the sight, and the knowledge of what he was about to do to her. As he
positioned himself at her ass, Danielle reattached the wrist cuffs to the
table top, spreading her arms far apart. Then she cuffed Lisa's legs to the
table's legs, spreading them even wider apart.

Even the loud noise running through her ear buds, was not enough to bring Lisa
back to consciousness. But Andy thought he knew what might. Using what little
lubrication was left on his dick, he stepped up to her and unceremoniously
rammed his rock hard dick all the way to the hilt in her tight ass, in just
one powerful thrust.

The searing pain through her body, brought Lisa back to consciousness with a
start. She lifted her head from the table, and for the first time began to
pull at her bonds, but it was no use. She screamed from the invasion off her
ass, but it was like music to Andy's ears. He just thrust longer and harder,
as she struggled under him.

She began to beg him to pull out of her ass, but he only increased his pace. 
After undergoing the ordeal for over five minutes, her ass had finally
stretched out wide enough to accommodate his cock. That, along with the drugs
he had given her, began to make the ordeal almost enjoyable for the tortured
beauty. After another five minutes of pounding her ass for all it was worth,
he finally emptied his load inside of her, and as he climaxed, so did she.

In her weakened state, it was just too much for her, and she slipped back into
the black hole of unconsciousness. Finally zapped of his lust for now, Andy
dressed, as he looked at the clock. 6:50 p.m. only ten minutes until the real
fun begins. Looking to Scott, he said, "Take a ten minute break and get ready
for the main event." Looking down at Lisa, he knew it is just the beginning
for her.

As Andy finished dressing Scott and his men had moved over and begun to check
out the bound woman that they had been filming. Running their hands over her
body, pinching and groping her tight flesh. Andy, seeing how rough they are
getting with her said, "Wait until you see how much she likes it really rough!
Spanking that ass just drives her wild."

Now fully clothed, and with the help of the crew, he released Lisa from the
table, the turned her over, reattaching her cuffs back to the table. Once
again leaving her in a vulnerable, spread eagle postion, with her head draped
over one side and her womanhood and ass exposed at the other.

At seven o'clock, as planned, the doorbell rang, and Andy went to answer it.
Danielle set about the task of getting Lisa ready for her guests by cleaning
her up, and reapplying some make-up and lipstick to the evening's star. While
the film crew was still pawing over her body, she stayed in a semi-conscious
state of drug induced ecstasy.

Andy took the 23 visitors to the large dining room right next to the room Lisa
was being filmed in. The men were able to see the film crew groping and pawing
at Lisa in between shots. One of the camera men was using a high quality
digital camera to take still shots of her from different angles. Already
watering at their mouths, from the sight of the voluptuous beauty, bound to
the table, the men sat down and listened, as Andy laid out the ground rules.

Andy started off by offering them all a drink. After they had all settled down
again, Andy began, "Alright only those of you who have been cleared by Dr.
Brown can touch our young lady. So Doctor, did everyone pass their physicals?
We don't want to spread anything nasty, through our little fun tonight."

Dr. Brown, another neighbor of poor Lisa's, had known young Andy for over ten
years, and was even more of a pervert than the young Andy. He had been
dreaming of a way to get into Lisa's pants, ever since she and her husband had
moved in three years ago. When Andy had invited him into his little party, it
had been Dr. Brown who had suggested that every participant, including the
film crew, be checked for sexually transmitted diseases, STDs, before the big
event.

Dr. Brown had also provided Andy with the drugs for the night, to keep Lisa
cooperative. The Doctor had checked Lisa herself out, by inviting Lisa's own
gynecologist to join in. Fortunately he welcomed the idea, as Lisa had just
had herself checked out, out of fear, after her first encounter with Carl and
the boys. Dr. Brown stood up and said, "I'm happy to report, that except for
Brad Johnson, who never made it by to see me, that everyone else is clean as
a whistle. I am also happy to tell you that Dr. Rosenbloom, Lisa's
Gynecologist, pointing to the man sitting to his left, tells me our little
slut is more than healthy and clean. She too, is in perfect condition."

Andy looked at Brad and said, "I'm sorry Brad, but you'll have to sit this one
out. If you would like to pay your money, I'll let you watch the festivities,
and you can jerk off over her tits after the rest of us are done with her, if
you would like. What do you say?"

Brad, being a teenager himself, and having visited Andy's house before, had
lusted after his neighbor Lisa, could not pass up an opportunity like this.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world count me in!" Brad replied.

"OK. Everybody else, the price is $300.00 dollars. For that, you get to FUCK
little Lisa Brennan once, in each of her holes. Remember you can drop your
loads in her snatch or her ass at anytime that you want, but you've got to
save your facial shot until the end. No one wants it messy, do they? It is
7:15 now, and we have our little slut until 2:00 A.M. tomorrow morning. Then
the film crew gets their payment from our little Lisa until 7:00 a.m. I
understand that we are all welcome to stay and watch the real professionals
at work. So remember, take your time, we have all night. I'll need the money
from those I haven't already worked something out with. Remember no
photographs or cameras. If you want a copy of the tape, I'll sell you one for
$100.00 dollars. Also, anyone not wanting to be seen on the film, please use
one of the masks provided. Any questions?" Andy asked.

Tommy, one of his other teenaged friends spoke up, "Now Mr. Brennan is okay
with this? I mean were not going to get in trouble with the law or anything,
are we?"

Andy quickly replied, "No, both Mr. and Mrs. Brennan are willing participants.
They believe they are doing this for the good of their marriage you could say.
Trust me, we'll have her on film begging you to fuck her. Anyone else have any
questions? Okay let's get started. Those needing to pay up still need to see
me now."

Andy had worked out a deal with the two doctors and a veterinarian, who had
provided the services and the drugs needed for the evening. He also worked
out a deal with two of his teachers, whose help with his grades he really
needed. Everyone else coughed up the $300.00 for the fuck, and the hundred for
the video, except for a couple of other teenaged friends, who couldn't really
afford the price now, but couldn't pass up this chance.

Andy had played it smart, he only approached the people he was sure would take
him up on his offer. He didn't want word of this to get out, so he also picked
the people he knew would keep their mouths shut. He also offered it to those
who could help him, like Officer Williams, who everyone knew couldn't turn
down a piece of ass. He also offered it to two of Lisa's other neighbors. Now
Lisa Brennan was about to fuck and get fucked by eight adults close to her and
fourteen of Andy's friends. Now he would show his neighbor just what a "Stupid
Punk kid" he was. Now she would pay for her bitchy attitude towards him.

The men followed Andy into the room Lisa was being held in. The film crew
checked their equipment, and Andy began to explain to the now eager men, that
Lisa would say, or do, anything that he told her to. He also explained to them
that she was wearing the ear buds, with loud music piped through them and
wouldn't be able to hear anything that they said to her. He reminded them to
leave no marks on his kind neighbor, who was after all nice enough to do this
for all them. As the men began to disrobe, Andy picked up the mike to speak
to Lisa. Scott, the director, yelled "Quite on the set!" All the men grew
quiet.

Lisa had been getting groped, pinched and moved around, as she was forced to
pose for the film crew's photo session for over thirty minutes. Now she was
fully conscious, although still in a drug induced state of fevered ecstasy.
She had orgasmed three times, just from being groped by the film crew. She now
lay bound to the table, right on the edge of another orgasm, and was totally
exhausted. Suddenly, she heard Andy's voice break into her own, just as she
was saying "I'm so horny, will someone just FUCK ME?" in the middle of the
sick rock ballad, that she had now been forced to listen to, over and over
again, for the last hour.

"Lisa you've had enough of a rest now. Brian wants us to work your little
snatch over good. God that guy is brutal! Okay this is what he wants you say,
are you ready?"

In her drug induced state, Lisa cheerfully replied "Yeah Andy, my snatch does
need a good work over! What does that little prick Brian want me to say
anyway?"

So crazed was Lisa at this point, that she honestly didn't know what she was
saying. She just knew that she needed to have more sex.

"Same old same old, my sweet little Lisa. Just say 'I'm so horny will someone
just FUCK ME?' every time you stop getting fucked. OH! And don't forget to ask
for swats on that sweet ass of yours, or else we'll have to remind you."

As the men were getting prepared, Drs. Brown and Rosenbloom checked Lisa, to
make sure that she was okay. They gave the thumbs up and Andy said. "Action!"
"OK Lisa, on the count of three. One, two three."

Lisa, picking up on the enthusiasm in Andy's voice, screamed "I'm so horny!
Will someone just FUCK ME?" At which point Dr. Rosenbloom shoved his cock into
her lovely, tight cunt, deciding that he needed to give her a more thorough
examination and Dr. Brown proceeded to give her an oral examination with his
prick, trying to check her tonsils out with it. At the same time, one of
Andy's teenaged friends climbed onto her chest, ripped the teddy from her body
and began to rub his cock between her breasts.

Knowing that she couldn't hear him, the young man asked, "Mind if I cum along
for the ride, Mrs. Brennan?"

And so it began, as the men pumped their cum into her body, fucking her every
way in which they could imagine, or get to, in the manner in which she was
tied up at, at the moment. Then, as one man pulled out, after having left his
deposit of sperm, in her sperm bank, another would take his place, as the
fuckathon was under way. Occasionally Andy would have to remind Lisa of her
lines, or give her encouragement, to show more enthusiasm, but basically, the
entire project was running pretty much by itself.

Andy, while the others were having their fun with Lisa, moved from one camera
to another, making sure that each one was getting the best shots possible. He
also was giving suggestions to the director, on positions and angles and such,
much to Scott's annoyance. Oh well Scott thought, Let the kid have his fun,
then we'll show him how its really done.

Her friends, neighbors and the two doctors, while fucking her enthusiastically,
as they had always dreamed of getting her into bed, still had the limitations
of any older man, hence it took them longer to recover and they were only able
to their cocks up just so many times. The teens, on the other hand, were able
to get their cocks hard again quicker, as well as go more times, but were not
really able to hold off cuming so quickly, as the older men had learned to do
over the years.

After about an hour with Lisa in the same position, it had become boring,
especially since she no longer even pulled on her bindings while they were
fucking and abusing her, even when the men choose to take her anally. Andy
decided that it was time to reposition her. She was released from her
restraints altogether, and forced to sit on one of the men's cocks, as he
shoved it up her ass, while he sat on the edge of the table. This position
allowed another man to thrust his prick into her well used cunt and also
allowed the cameramen to get some great double penetration shots.

Andy saw a problem arising, only an hour into what was to have been a seven
hour filming session. Already the men were a third of the way done, each
having cum in one of her holes. To his surprise, Lisa hadn't complained, or
given him any trouble.

By three hours, she had passed out seven times from exhaustion or too powerful
of an orgasm. The doctors had always brought her back to consciousness with
some smelling salts. Even including several breaks, to let Lisa get a drink
and use the restroom, there were still four hours to go at this point. Each of
the men had already dumped two loads into poor  Lisa's cunt and ass hole
making her a very sloppy fuck, but no one was complaining. Andy had even given
her another two loads of his own seed. He was now disappointed that everyone
had finished this stage off so quickly, so he said that anyone who was
interested, and thought that they had another load in them, to go for it, just
as long as they saved a load for Lisa's big cum facial finale.

Andy then invited the film crew to give Lisa a go at this point, and they did.
Each man taking the once innocent young house wife in each of her holes, but
even then, just four and a half hours in all, and all of the men were worn out
and would at best be able to get their cocks up just one more time for the
finale.

Andy called Danielle in, to clean up Lisa. She did so by licking the oozing
cum from Lisa's thighs and crotch, then licking it out of her snatch, and
finally from her ass. By this point, Lisa had passed out again, but no one
bothered to revive her. The men watched as Danielle took to servicing Lisa,
and were fascinated as Danielle licked up what seemed to be gallons of cum
from the now passed out Lisa.

Lisa was next given a sponge bath by Danielle and her garter belt and
stockings were replaced with a new pair. Six hours in and Lisa had been passed
for the last two, but all in all, Andy was happy with the filming. No one had
fucked Lisa in over an hour, but the show Danielle had put on was incredible.

Lisa awoke as the cold water splashed across her face. The potent stench of
the smelling salts invading her nostrils drawing her back to consciousness.
Her body aching, her ass burning from the constant reaming she had received.
Her breasts and ass wore sore to the touch, even the air burned her reddened
ass. Lisa had gotten her ass spanked raw. Every man there had spanked her hard
and long, during her ordeal. Her nipples were still hard after many hours of
abuse. Lisa's pussy felt empty, as if it were no longer complete, without a
cock inside of it.

The effects of the drugs that had been given to her earlier had now worn off.
She lay there in the darkness, still blindfolded, with that terrible mix of
music blasting through her head, via the ear buds. She tried to recall the
events from earlier in the evening. How many men had she had sex with? She
felt like there must have been at least a hundred of them. Could Andy, Carl
and the rest of them really have been this rough? What had Brian told them to
do to her? 

She suddenly felt the presence of someone near her, and tried to move away.
But then someone grabbed her hair, and held her steady, while the ear buds
were removed. She was now able to hear what was going on around her, for the
first time in hours. She heard the voices of many men, and began to wonder to
herself, just how many people where there in the room with her. Next she felt
herself being lifted up, and the now familiar feeling of a man sliding in
underneath her. She then was put down on his lap, and impaled on his cock.
She heard the rustle of movement, and felt surrounded, imprisoned. It was just
a feeling, one that she couldn't explain, but as she rode the cock inside of
her in total blindness, the feeling of impending doom closed in around her.
Now back to her normal self, she just had to know who was in there with her.

"Andy?"

"Yes Lisa, are you feeling better?" he replied.

"Who else is here Andy? What's going on?" she asked in a confused voice.

"Well as far as to what is going on, you would have to ask your husband. After
all, he set this whole thing up. I've just been going along for the ride. As
far as to who is here, let me show you." he said.

After having told her this lie, to further his scheme, Andy reached behind her
and undid her blindfold. Her eyes blinked several times, while she tried to
adjust to the bright lights. She looked down to see who had his cock inside of
her cunt and was shocked to find that it was Mr. Jenkins, her next door
neighbor, as he continued to bounce her up and down on his cock.

Her mind began to race. "No! No! Not Kevin Jenkins!" He was in his late
forties, and had always seemed like the sweetest man. She and Brian had had
him and his wife over for dinner many times in the last three years. He was
their closest and friendliest neighbor. They had him feed their cat, when they
were out of town. "Why, would he do this to her?"

Brian, what the hell could he be thinking about? She, no they, still had to
live here. She would do anything for her husband, because she truly loved him,
but why this? Did he actually want her to be the neighborhood slut? Was there
no end to the humiliation and abuse that he would put her through?

As she looked up, glancing around the room, her question was answered. There,
standing in a circle around her, were over twenty men. As she looked at their
faces, she began to cry. Standing before her, jerking their cocks off in front
of her, were her neighbors, and her friends, plus many of Andy's teenaged
friends, along with other people that she didn't even recognize, because they
were wearing masks. The humiliation was more than she could bear, as she saw
Dr. Brown and Dr. Rosenbloom, Lyle her neighbor from down the street, and the
faces of some of the kids whom she recognized.

Lisa cried out "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Just as she began to cry, the first man shot his load into her beautiful face.
The first jet hit her square in the eye. The youngster took better aim, as his
next shot hit her in her open mouth. The sight prompted more of the men to cut
loose with their loads onto her face. This continued on until all of the men
had shot their loads onto her. Each one thanking her for the evening by saying,
"Thanks for the great time Lisa! You're a real slut."

As they covered her with their jism, she continued riding Mr. Jenkins cock,
while the men unloaded volley after volley upon her body. Her left eye still
stung from the first unexpected shot.

How had it come to this? Her husband had her servicing every man in the
neighborhood. She didn't know how she could ever go out in public again,
knowing that everywhere she looked, there would be another man, that she would
have to face, knowing that she had begged him to fuck her.

Lisa, in total despair, dropped her head down, and wished that she could just
die. As the last of the men finished, Mr. Jenkins pushed her off of his lap,
then stood right over her face, and with a single jerk, shot his load onto her
face, to join the jism of all of the others. As Mr. Jenkins walked away to get
dressed, Brad Johnson came over and forced her back down onto the table, as
he began to vigorously use her chest, to jerk himself off to an orgasm.

As Brad walked away, finished with her, She finally noticed the lights and
cameras. She bolted upright. She was finally fed up with all of this, and
ready to take a stand. "WHAT THE HELL!!! I WANT THOSE GOD DAMN TAPES RIGHT
NOW." She screamed, as she moved towards the first camera. "Brian knows I
would never allow this. What if the wrong people saw this, it could destroy
our lives and someday our children's."

"Hey look lady all I know is your husband Brian told me you would be no
trouble. But he did say that if you did have a problem with it, that I was to
give this tape to Officer Williams over there." Scott said, holding up the
video cassette labeled with yesterdays date and time.

Lisa knew that it must be the tape of her having cyber sex, with the two
underaged girls. Knowing what would happen if the police got a hold of that
tape she stopped in her tracks.

"Well bitch, do you still want these tapes?" Scott asked her.

Not knowing that he had never actually spoken with Brian, but was rather one
of Andy's older friends, who would be paid well for his help in this deception
later. "No, no I don't. Just please put that away. Okay I give up. It's no
use." she mumbled, as she again began to cry out of despair, now fully
resigned to her fate.

"Fine, but your hubby also told me that you would pay for me and my crews time,
by starring in a video for me that I could market, to offset my production
costs here. His only stipulation was that you had to where this hood, through
the entire movie, so that no one could tell that it's you, once it gets on
the store shelves. Are you going to cooperate or not?" he asked.

"Fine! Whatever! Nothing matters anymore." She spoke softly and defeatedly at
this point.

"Good! Then get upstairs and get cleaned up. You've got some work to do."

Slowly Lisa headed upstairs to shower and clean herself up again. Following
her up the stairs was one of the film crew, holding a large brown paper bag
and a duffle bag over his shoulder.

While Lisa was upstairs showering, Scott had already begun the task of editing
a master of her first performance of the evening. Being a low budget porn
director, he could have the master ready in half an hour, not feeling the need
to be to meticulous in the process. After all he couldn't sell this tape. Yeah
right! He'd fake some releases and put it on E-bay tomorrow. With any luck he
could make a few extra dollars off of it in no time.

While Scott continued his work, and Lisa was cleaning herself up, the men who
stayed behind drank and laughed, as they talked about the evenings festivities.
Andy retrieving his duffle bag pulled out his laptop computer, and plugged it
into the network jack. He began the task of downloading the still photographs
that he and the film crew had taken. Blurring out the faces of the men
involved. Next he zipped up the photos, so that he could E-mail them to Brian.
"Wow this guy must be going out of his mind, wondering what was happening to
his wife. Well Andy thought this should add to his concern, as he sent the
E-mail from an anonymous e-mail account he had set up.

While Brian had never agreed to any of this, Andy did have an agreement with
Carl and the guys, that Lisa was to be his tonight, and that they would get
her tomorrow. Although Andy had no intentions of leaving her alone after
tonight, he was now more convinced than ever, that his older next door
neighbor could be just the right business opportunity, for the young
businessman.

Meanwhile Lisa had just finished her shower. As she stepped out of the shower
stall, the cameraman named Jodie, opened the bathroom door and stepped into
the room carrying the brown bag. She didn't even look up at him, as he invaded
her moment of privacy. He sat the bag on the counter, and pulled out two boxes.

He looked over at her and said, "First you need an enema, then a douche."

Without any resistance, or even a word of protest, she allowed him to carry
out his task, as he began to cleanse the young wife. Still dumfounded by the
events of the last month, she just kept going over them again and again in
her mind. How had her relationship with Brian, which, just a month ago seemed
so perfect, led to this.

After he had her all cleaned up, he had her brush her long, beautiful hair out
and place it in a single ponytail. He then led her out of the bedroom, where
he emptied the contents of the duffle bag out onto the bed. Therre were four
identical leather dresses, of varying sizes, and a pair of thigh high
leather boots. Looking over her nude body, he chose the dress that provided
the tightest fit, and instructed her to put it on. Once she had the dress on,
he told her to put on the boots. Now dressed, he began to lead her
downstairs to began her next film.

Scott had just finished the final editing, when he handed it over to one of
his men to begin making copies. He looked up to see Lisa descending the stair
case. Now early in the morning, many of the men and almost all of Andy's
teenaged friends had already left.

Lisa took special note, that both Dr. Brown and Dr. Rosenbloom where there
adding to her sense of betrayal. Knowing that her own doctor, a man whom she
had trusted, had taken part in her defilement. Even without any make-up on,
she was still a beauty, Scott noted. It was a shame that he had to use a hood
on her face.

Once down the stairs, Scott began to explain to her how it was going to start.
First they would just interview her, then they would strip her down to her
boots and oil her up. Next she would be joined by her three male co-stars
then they would hose her down and take some bondage footage of her, before
the finished it up with an added scene of special filming.

Lisa breathed a sigh of relief for the first time. Just three men, after the
ordeal that she had already been through tonight, that would be very easy. Then
thank god only a little bondage, and the worst is over, or so she thought.

Scott then asked Jodie to put the hood on Lisa. He did so, pulling her
ponytail through the hole in the back of the hood. He then tied the hood in
place. At least she was able to see this time around, and she didn't have to
listen to that god awful music and her own rantings in the throes of orgams.
Even with the hood on, she was still a very sexy sight.

Jodie led her over to the padded table, and had her take a seat. After the
lights had been adjusted and everything was just right, Scott hollered out,
"READY .......... and Action!"

Brian awoke with the tortured images of his wife still in his mind. The E-mail
had arrived just before he had drank himself to sleep. There, on his monitor,
were photos of his wife, in various poses, with various men. How many men had
she been forced to be with he wondered? He saw at least a dozen. What had he
done? Now Lisa was being forced to really pay for his infidelity. As he sat up
in his bed, he looked at her side, where she should have been laying next to
him, but there on her pillow, instead of her sleeping head, was a video tape.

Where had that come from? He knew it wasn't there when he had finally passed
out last night. He snatched the tape up and looked for a label, or any sign of
what might be on it, but he feared that he already knew. He looked over at the
clock to see that it was almost noon. He had slept longer than he had thought.
Rushing over to place the tape in the VCR, he stopped and hesitated a moment,
almost fearful of what he would see. No he had to know. It was his fault that
she was being put through this.

As the tape began, a banner ran across the screen saying "Cuming soon to your
local Porn Shop!!!" As the banner faded, the picture was replaced by that of
a beautiful young woman, in a black leather hood, and dressed in an incredibly
tight, red leather dress and wearing thigh high, red leather boots, that were
equally tight. He had taken immediate notice that the beauty on the screen was
his wife Lisa. A voice from off screen then began to ask her questions.

Voice: "What's your name?"

Lisa: "Lisa."

Voice: "How old are you?"

Lisa: "32."

Voice: "Lisa, how much do you weigh?"

Lisa: "106 pounds."

Voice: "What's your bra size honey?"

Lisa: "34-C."

Voice: "Are you nervous?"

Lisa: "Yes."

Voice: "Lisa before tonight how many men had you had sex with?"

Lisa: "Six."

Voice: "Shit, only six! Then you've definitely broadened your horizons here
tonight. Damn, that's hard to believe. Well have you ever been with a black
man before?"

Lisa: (Disgusted) "No. Never! Why?"

Voice: "Just trying to get a little history from you. So why don't you tell
me is this your first adult film?"

Lisa: "Yes."

Voice: "So what has prompted you to decide to get into the porn industry?"

Lisa: "What? I didn't decide to do anything. You know why I'm here! I don't..."

Voice: (Cutting off Lisa before she could finish.) "Well Lisa, why don't you
tell us who did decide you should get in the porn industry? You know, for our
home audience, who aren't as enlightened as I am."

There was an obvious cut in the tape, as Lisa had shifted positions on the
table, and tears could be seen running down the outside of her hood.

Lisa: "Uh, my husband thought that I would make a good porn star, and set up
all this up for me as an anniversary gift."

Voice: "When's your anniversary anyhow?"

Lisa:  "Tomorrow."

Voice: "Hell I would like to see what you get from him for Christmas! So
what's the biggest cock you've ever screwed Lisa?"

Lisa: "I don't know anymore."

Voice: "Come on give us a guess."

Lisa: "I don't know, maybe ten inches, maybe it was a little longer. I don't
know as I didn't measure it."

Voice: "And was that also the best sex you'd ever had.

Lisa: "Yes."

Voice: "Was that cock your husband's?"

Lisa: "No, it was his friend's."

Voice: "What was his name?"

Lisa: "Carl."

Voice: "Does your husband know that you're screwing his friends."

Lisa: (Now beginning to cry again.) "YES! He set the damn thing up. It was all
his idea. It's not like I had wanted to do it either."

Voice: "Great, I wish that I was a friend of his. (wolf whistle) So why did he
want you fucking his friends?"

Lisa: (Sobbing) "Apparently it helps him get his rocks off. I don't know why
would anyone want that. He's a damn sadist."

Voice: "Well it sounds like there's more to talk about here, but times is
money, so just one more question. Have you ever been with another woman?"

Lisa: "No."

Voice: "Really?"

Lisa: "Really."

Voice: "Funny, I think I have heard differently Lisa."

Lisa: "Okay, okay I've been with another woman."

Voice: "See now that wasn't so bad, now lets move onto what we've got planned
next."


Brian sat on the edge of his bed now, crying along with his wife on the tape.
He was feeling guilty and disgusted by what he had done to his wife.

Next the tape faded to a scene of Lisa still wearing the hood, dress and
boots, standing next to another hooded women, wearing a dominatrix outfit and
holding a crop.

Striking Lisa on the ass, the dominatrix ordered her to strip. Jumping from
the blow, she quickly began to take off her dress. Next she sat down on the
table behind her and removed her boots. Once she was undressed, she was
ordered to lay back on the table and she complied without hesitation. The
dominatrix then began to gently strike each of her nipple's with the crop.
Lisa jumped each time, but made no effort to move or deflect the blows. Then
her torturer directed her blows at her bald cunt, drawing Brian's attention to
her newly shaved pussy. Brian had to admit that his wife's now bald pussy did
make her look even sexier. He began to wonder what other changes she had been
put through.

Next Lisa's arms and legs were spread to the corners of the table, and tied in
place with a nylon rope. Once again she did nothing to resist, but merely lay
there passively. Tied spread eagle to the table, the dominatrix began to rub
oil all over her body. As she spread the oil, she paid particular attention to
Lisa's breasts and her bald cunt. As the oil was squirted over her body, the
dominatrix worked the oil into Lisa's pussy, and eventually sunk three fingers
into her cunt. As the oil ran further down her crotch, she even managed to
sink an oil coated finger into Lisa's ass hole.

Even this violation did not elicit a response from Lisa, other than a long,
low moan. With her skin glistening from the heavily applied oil, the camera
panned across her body. As the dominatrix stepped back to admire her handiwork,
Lisa continued her low moans, still reacting to the other women's earlier
touch.

"Well slut, are you ready for the fun to begin?" the dominatrix asked.

"Yes mistress." Lisa replied.

As three, large, nude and well endowed, black men walked up to the table, Lisa
lifted her head, and began to look them over, paying particular attention to
the snakes between their legs. She saw that each man sported at least a 14
inch monster between his legs, that had to easily be 2 << inches thick at it's
base. The most shocking thing to Lisa was the fact that they were not even
fully erect. As the men drew closer, she laid her head back down on the table,
and remained silent.

The three studs began to move their hands all over her slick, bond body. Lisa
again began to moan under their attention. They explored every inch of her
young, sexy, lucious body.

As the men untied her, and lifted her from the table, the dominatrix asked
her, "So slave, why don't you say something to your husband."

Lisa looked right into camera and said, "Well, I hope you're finally happy."

The three men carried her over to a leather couch, and immediately began went
work on her. As one man sat down on the couch, her head was laid right into
his crotch. He grabbed her ponytail, and forced his long, thick monster into 
her mouth. Lifting her hips into the air, and placing her feet on the ground,
the second man effortlessly, and in a single stroke, drove his cock all of the
way into her pussy. The third man took her left hand and wrapped it around his
tool, and began to stroke his member with her hand, her wedding ring was quite
noticeable as her hand pumped his dark, thick prick.

Once Lisa was in the groove, he let go of her wrist, allowing her to stoke his
cock at will. He then began to pinch and kneed her breasts. Still she
cooperated with her attackers, without a single word of resistance.

Soon the men began changed the scene. One man would lie on his back and Lisa
would on his lap, taking his cock fully into her cunt. Then another man would
slide his cock into her ass from above and behind, while pushing her forward,
so that she had to swallow the cock of the man standing in front of her. They
triple teamed her like this for more than an hour and a half, their stamina
was incredible. Lisa never complained, or showed any signs of discomfort, even
though the men were being brutally rough with her. She actually began to act,
and sound, as though she was beginning to enjoy her abuse, and she moaned
loudly in pleasure, as she was tripple fucked repeatedly.

Brian could tell she that had orgasmed many times, and her pussy was visibly
foaming and dripping from the action. Finally they began to experiment with
her, in every other conceivable position, no matter how painful it looked.
Brian watched the action on the screen and found himself more aroused than he
had ever been. He reached down and pulled his cock from his underwear, and
began to slowly stroke it, as he enjoyed the images on the screen.

Finally, they held her standing upside down on her head, as each man pounded
away at her ass, until they had each finally dumped a load into her ass. Next
she was forced to lick them all clean, as the dominatrix bound her arms behind
her back, in a black leather sleeve that came up to her elbows.

Finally, with the job of cleaning up her black lovers over, she was brought
over to a matt on the floor. Three rings had been anchored to the floor, one
in front of the mat, and two behind and to the sides of the mat, in a
triangular arrangement. They stuffed a dildo gag into her mouth, and secured
it behind her head. A collar was placed around her neck securely. Next her
head was forced down to the mat, and a short chain was attached to the ring
in floor, and to her collar, so as to not allow her to raise her head. 

Her three most recent lovers walked by, telling her thanks for the good time
that she had given them and goodbye. The dominatrix lifted Lisa's sleeved arms
up and attached them to a ring hanging down from the ceiling. Finally cuffs
were place on her ankles, and attached by the D-rings on their sides to the
remaining rings in the floor. This placed Lisa in the classic bondage position.
Her head was forced down on the mat, both by the short chain attached to the
collar on her neck, as well as by the fact that her arms were high in the air
above her, leveraging her head downwards. It also left her ass high up in the
air, and with her legs spread so widely apart, she was also quite vulnerable.

The hooded dominatrix then began to spank Lisa's upturned ass with her crop.
Her already reddened ass began to turn an even angrier shad of red. As she was
spanked, the semen from the three studs who had fucked her over the last two
hours continued to ooze out.

"Well, we've got to clean this mess up slave!" the dominatrix said.

Suddenly, from off camera three large dogs appeared, they looked like Chows,
walked over to her and began to sniff and lick at Lisa's cum filled pussy and
ass hole. As she looked back to see who her new tormentors were, her eyes grew
very large, and she began to thrash and buck in her bonds. The dogs who were
licking her crotch clean, smelled her sexual odors, began to get aroused. The
camera would change focus from Lisa, to the dogs growing pricks, and then back
to Lisa again. The dog with the largest erection was allowed to continue to
lick her clean, while the other two dogs were dragged away by an unidentified
man. 

Lisa continued to buck and thrash around, knowing what would happen next. Now
emptied of the previous deposits of cum, the Chow was ready to leave one of
his own. He would breed this bitch! Next the unidentified man returned, and
placed a muzzle on the dog, and tied socks around his front paws.

The dominatrix then helped the dog up onto Lisa's back, and before she was
able to help guide his cock into place, he began to madly hump at Lisa's rear
quarters. In it's blind lust to fuck the bitch below him, he would slip from
her ass, to her pussy, and back again.

Now exhausted and defiled, Lisa could no longer see the sense in her struggles,
and lowered her head again in shame and defeat. After a short while, the dog
finally worked himself into the right spot and immediately began fucking her
with faster and more powerful strokes than any man that she had ever had sex
with. He sawed back and forth inside of her cunt, as his knot grew bigger and
bigger. It began to push against her cunt lips. Already worked over more
tonight than ever before in her life, her pussy lips offered no resistance to
the growing knot. Once inside of her, it continued to swell, as the rabid
animal drew closer to his own climax.

To her disgust, once the dog had hit his rapid, stacato pace, she had been
kept in a constant state of never ending orgasms. She hadn't even felt the
knot enter her, but the film crew had made sure to capture that moment from
all angles. As her eyes rolled back in her head, in ecstasy, the dog stopped
his constant rapid sawing, and made about a dozen hard, deliberate strokes
into her, obviously shooting his runny, watery seed deep into her womb. The
dog left two more deposits inside of her, before his knot finally slipped out
and he was led away, spent.

Hoping her ordeal was finally over, Lisa began to compose herself. Looking
around her, to see who was going to release her. Something obviously caught
her attention, and her eyes once again grew very wide in terror, as she began
to buck and thrash again. Brian could now hear some of the off camera talk of
the film crew.

"Well that's it for the public stuff. But go get Stanley, I got this private
collector who will pay thousands for this."

"Yeah, but do you think she can handle it?"

"Sure, the doc's going to give her a muscle relaxer, that well help loosen her
up even more. The great thing is, that it won't dull her senses, so we'll be
able get to see her true reactions."

As the conversation continued, Brian watched on screen, as Dr. Brown, his
neighbor came over, and using an alcohol swab, rubbed a small area on Lisa's
ass with it. He then pulled a syringe from his pocket, removing the plastic
protective cover from it, then pressed down on the plunger, forcing the liquid
to shoot from its needle. Making sure that Lisa saw him, he then jabbed it
into her ass saying, "Bet you didn't think I would be poking you in the ass
again tonight, did you?"

Lisa screamed into her gag, obviously not amused by the good doctor's humor.
Even as the activity on the screen continued, so did the off screen
conversation.

"So you're not worried about her catching some animal disease of something?"

"No, the kid had both a doctor and a vet check everything out. They each gave
all the animals a clean bill of health. Okay guys bring in the shelf."

A large wooden shelf was slid in behind Lisa, it was shaped like an 'L' at the
base of the shelf, and secured to the same rings as Lisa's legs.

The film cut then, and immediately went back to a picture of Lisa, still
restrained, now with the shelf over her legs. Someone at her hooded face
forced her to look behind her, as a Shetland pony was led up behind her. Still
thrashing in her bonds, Lisa thought that she was going to die. Brian noticed,
as the horse's front hooves were placed on the shelf, that a pink anal plug
had been placed into his wife's ass, to prevent any mistakes. The pony's dick
was already two foot long and six inches in width, and had obviously been
prepped with lubricant ahead of time.

Someone helped guide it int to Lisa's stretched out cunt, and then helped to
slip the head just in past her cunt lips. Once the animal felt the warm
feeling of her cunt, he knew exactly what to do. As he began to thrust his
long, very thick, cock into her as hard and as deep into the innocent wife's
cunt, the crew began to cheer him on.

Lisa felt pain like she had never known, as the horse impaled himself fully
into her. The pain being too much for her, she finally passed out, into the
relief of unconsciousness. The crew not worried, let the horse continue to
fuck her for another ten minutes. Finally, Dr. Brown came over and placed his
hand on her neck, to check her vitals. He then began to run the smelling salts
under her nose, to wake her up.

As she started to come out of the haze, Scott, the director of the film came
over and undid her gag, and then began to undo her hood. Lisa sensing that her
gag was loosening, spit the gag from her mouth, and began to scream. "AWG
OUGH NOOO YOU SAID I AOUU WOULD BE WEARING AAHHH THE HOOOOOAAD NOOOAA
PLEAAAAASEE STOAAAOP YOU SAID AWG"

Yanking the hood from her face, he bent down next to her screaming face, and
simply said "So I lied you stupid bitch. This is Lisa, LISA BRANNEN. This is
the Lisa that the whole world will see. Ha ha haa. Want me to send a copy to
Mom and Dad?"

At that moment, Brian still obsessed with the action on the screen, while
yanking himself off for the fifth time. He looked up in shock, as Lisa burst
into the room, looked down at Brian, and then over to the TV screen. With a
look of anger on her face, like Brian had never seen, she struck him right in
his cock, with all the force that she could muster, in her weakened state.
Brian doubled over in pain from her blow, and was unable to say anything to
her, as she turned and stomped out of the room screaming, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

As Lisa slammed the door shut, someone from the video screamed "Yahoo!!!!
GETTY UP PONY!!!!" as Lisa continued to just scream "NO NO NO" over and over
again in the background.

It had been four weeks since that horrible weekend. Lisa still hadn't left the
house. In fact, she hadn't even left the guest room, while Brian was at home
for the first four days after her ordeal. He knew she had left the room when
he was at work, he could see the dirty dishes piled up in the sink each day
when he came home. He also noticed that the phone in the kitchen had been
ripped off the wall.

For those first four days, she hadn't spoken to him, or even acknowledged his
existence, she just stayed in the guest room with the door shut and locked.
Each night when he returned home from work, he would sit outside the door
talking to her, begging her for her forgiveness. By Tuesday, he had confessed
to everything, including his infidelity with Megan. Lisa didn't respond at all
she just sat in there silently in the room. On Wednesday he cooked a large
dinner and tried to tempt her out with it, but she still resisted. Finally on
Thursday he broke down, and began to cry, telling her that she could divorce
him and keep the house as well as their savings, he would give her everything.
He told her of his thoughts about killing himself, so that she would feel
better.

Some time after he had cried himself to sleep, outside of her door, Lisa 
opened the door, crept out to her sleeping husband, and kicked him in his
groin, with all of her might. Brian stunned and crippled by the blow, lay
there, doubled over and unable to talk. Standing over him, she looked down at
him with some small sense of satisfaction, and just glared at him. Finally
able to speak, Brian said, "Please forgive me. I love you so much!"

Lisa still emotionally drained from the events of the past weekend, collapsed
to her knees in front of him, sobbing, with her face in her hands. They sat
there together and cried for hours, Brian apologizing over and over again for
their situation. He called in sick the next day, so that he and Lisa could
discuss their situation. Lisa was still unsure if she could go on being Mrs.
Brian Brennan, but she was sure of one thing, she couldn't continue to live
here in this house, this neighborhood. She wanted to move away, far away, to
a different city, a different state, her parents had moved to Arizona a year
ago and she was thinking about joining them there.

For the next three weeks, while she was at home, and Brian was at work, she
would clean and pack up their belongings, in preparation of their move. After
two weeks of Brian's begging and pleading, she had agreed to give their
marriage another chance, although she still slept in the guest room, not
letting Brian touch her. It seemed like the only real choice, considering
what she had already been through for her marriage. She slept with her clothes
on, and refused to answer the phone or door at anytime, fearful of whom she
may come in contact with, still unable to trust anyone. Brian brought home
boxes from work every night, and Lisa would pack them up the following day,
throwing anything away that might remind her of her ordeal.

At this point, she was still unable to tell her husband of the things that she
had done, or that had been done to her, that weekend. On the third week after
they had decided to move to Arizona, to be closer to Lisa's parents, Brian
contacted the local real-estate office. Unaware that Mr. Jenkins had been a
part of Lisa's ordeal. Lisa hadn't considered that it was Mr. Jenkins's office
that would be handling the sale of their home.

The day looked promising, one of the janitors at Brian's office had come and
told him that they had three dozen large, sturdy boxes on the dock in the back
of the building. The only catch was, that if he didn't get the boxes off the
dock by noon, then he said he would have to tear them up and throw them away
because they where getting a delivery, and would need the space. Brian took a
break, and loaded all of the boxes that would fit into the back of his car.
Unfortunately that was less than a third of what was on the dock. Anyone who's
ever moved, knows that you can never get enough boxes.

Knowing this and hating to see the rest go to waste, Brian called Lisa on her
new cell phone. He had just gotten it for her, since she refused to answer
their published home phone. In fact he had only convinced her to answer the
cell phone, by telling her that way he could contact her about the house, and
when people may come over to look at it. It was only because of her desire to
leave this god awful place, that she had agreed to come and get the boxes from
Brian's place of work. She still had an enormous amount of packing to do.

Brian had convinced her that it would be safe. Last week he had moved her car
into the garage, since she hadn't used it in a month. All she had to do was
go to the dock in the back, where he would be waiting, help him load the boxes
and then go home. The only person that she would come into contact with, would
be himself. She showed up, they loaded the boxes, and she returned home to
unload the boxes and then went back for more. The operation went off without
a hitch, the only person that she had even seen, was Andy across the street
washing his new car.

Lisa returned home, and resumed packing, happy that all had gone well, and
without an incident. It gave her the hope that someday her life might return
to normal. Brian had gone back to work, happy to see his wife finally leave
the house.

Just after twelve, he got an e-mail asking him to meet Mr. Kelly in his office
in fifteen minutes. Happy, thinking that it would be the news that his
transfer request, to move to the company's Phoenix office had been approved,
he headed to Mr. Kelly's office. As he approached his boss's office door Mr.
Kelly came walking out, looking at Brian, as he angrily muttered "Walk with
me Brian."

Oh no! Mr. Kelly was in one of his moods! What have I done now? Brian fell in
behind him, following his boss as he walked out to the employee parking lot
and directly to Brian's car, where they were met by Officer Johnson. Mr. Kelly
turned, and glaring at Brian, and spat "Would you care to explain yourself Mr.
Brennan?" Pointing to the computer boxes stacked in Brian's car.

Relieved Brain said "Sure, there just some empty boxes I was taking home, the
wife and I are moving to Arizona."

"Really then you won't mind unlocking the door and letting us have a look at
them then will you?" Mr. Kelly was screaming now, enraged with his employee.
Not sure what the problem was Brian quickly complied unlocking the door,
allowing Officer Johnson to pull one of the computer boxes out. He placed it
on the ground, pulled his knife out, cut the box open, and lifted the flaps
revealing a brand new computer inside of the box.

"What the fuck!" Brain said as he stared inside the box. "No this is wrong!
All of the boxes that I took were empty!"

As he said it Brian began to think back to when he had loaded the boxes, it
was strange that they were all empty, yet had been re-taped shut.

"Don't you mean the boxes that you and your WIFE stole! You've tried to steal
over a hundred thousand dollars from this company. Well I am not going to let
you get away with it. Officer arrest this man." Mr. Kelly ordered.

As Brian's hands where handcuffed behind his back, by Officer Johnson, Mr.
Kelly told him to bring him back up to his office, so that he could give the
officer the surveillance tape of Brain and his wife loading the computers
into their cars.

Brian had tried to explain himself, even as the officer read him his rights.
He was then told to shut up, as he was taken back through the building to Mr.
Kelly's Office. Once there, Mr. Kelly played the tape for the officer. Pausing
it at point's, to show him the faces of the people loading the boxes. It was
very clear that both Brian and his wife were the culprits. Mr. Kelly then gave
the officer the invoice for the newly received computer servers, showing that
they had a value of over a hundred thousand dollars.

The officer then turned to Brian, and still without giving him an opportunity
to explain the situation asked him. "So Mr. Brennan, was that you and your
wife on the tape loading the boxes into your cars?"

"Yes, but the boxes...." he started to say, but was cut off by the officer.

Officer Johnson then turned to Mr. Kelly and said, "Well with the video and
his confession here, I would say that this is an open and shut case. Both him
and his wife will be going to jail for a long time."

"No, you don't understand, the boxes that we loaded didn't have...." But once
again he was cut off, as Mr. Kelly said to the officer, "Could I speak to him
privately, before you take him downtown and book him and his wife?"

"Sure, I'll be right outside, filling out my report. I will need a copy of
that tape as evidence sir." He replied.

"Sure officer, I'll get you one. Now if you'll give us just a few minutes."

The officer, after insuring that Brian's cuffs were secure, stepped out of
the office and closed the door.

"You know Brian, I always thought that you had a promising future here, and
then a couple of months ago, your work began to suffer. Then I got your
request for a transfer. I was surprised, I thought you and your wife were
happy here. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw on that screen
today." Mr. Kelly said.

"Sir, I swear we didn't steal anything. Those boxes were empty. We've been
set up!" Brian pleaded with him.

"Oh Brian, between the tape from the dock, and the one from the camera in the
parking lot. Not to mention your confession to the officer, I don't see how
anyone is going to believe you. Even though it is the truth." Brian's jaw
dropped at his employer's confession.

"If you knew we were setup then why am I under arrest?"

"Oh it's not the Surveillance tape I found shocking, it's this one that I
found more to my liking." Mr. Kelly said, as he ejected the surveillance tape
and inserted an unmarked tape into the VCR.

Mr. Kelly started to explain, as the tape began to play on the screen, "You
see, I have what you would call eccentric tastes. A director friend of mine
sometimes makes special videos for me. But imagine my surprise when he brought
me a video of your wife and a pony." he said, as the scene was being played
out on the television screen. "Brian she's exquisite! Why haven't you brought
her in here and introduced us? Let her meet your boss, you know, just to be
polite. Well needless to say, after watching this tape, there is no way I
could approve that transfer of your's to Phoenix." Mr. Kelly finished.

"Okay, what do you want?" Brian asked.

"Simple I want your wife. She will be my slave, when ever I want, and fulfill
all my sickest desires, until I'm tired of her. Or I'll let the police take
you both to jail for the next thirty years. Between the grand theft, and the
embezzlement I've pinned on you and your wife. Hey, but look, I don't want you
and your wife to feel like you're getting screwed over here." Unable to resist,
he began to laugh at his own joke. "No I'm serious, I'll arrange to allow you
to keep the money that I used to frame you two kids with embezzlement. Before
you tell me no, let me just tell you that it's over a hundred and twenty-five
thousand dollars. That's $125,000 tax free. Just think about it. What choices
do you have. A.) You can both spend the rest of your life, or at least the
next thirty years, in a jail. Or B.) Your wife does me a few favors whenever
the mood hits me, at least until I get tired of her, which shouldn't take too
long, maybe six months to two years, who knows. But you kids get a nice big
pay off in the end, and I'll see to it that you career here blossoms, so that
when I'm done with her, you two can go anywhere you want."

Brian just sat there shaking his head, not even realizing that Mr. Kelly was
waiting for his answer.

"Well what do you say?" Mr. Kelly asked again.

"What? Oh, I don't know. I mean what would Lisa have to do exactly?" Brian
asked

"Well I thought I made myself quite clear. Anything that I want her to do. Now,
what's your answer?"

"I would have to ask Lisa, I mean she has been through so much
already." Brian responded.

"Fine, but I thought that you wore the pants in your family. Well, I'm sorry
things turned out this way. Officer, officer! You can take away the prisoner
now." Mr. Kelly said, as he hit his intercom.

Brian jumped up. "No, No! I mean yes! We'll do it, okay! We'll do it, she'll
do what ever you say alright."

"Just give us another minute officer, please. Thank you." Mr. Kelly said, as
the policeman had begun to open the door.

Closing the door Mr. Kelly said "Excellent I had hoped that we could come to
some kind of agreement. Have her come to my house tonight at 7:00. Make sure
she's not late. I'll have some clothes sent to your house this afternoon. Make
sure that she's wearing them." Mr. Kelly said, handing him a piece of paper
with the address on it.

"Yes sir." Brian said softly, wondering how he would break the news to Lisa.

"Just think, tomorrow you'll move into your new office. I see big things in
your future Brian. Of course, that'll mean more business trips, and the like,
to go along with your added responsibilities." Mr. Kelly said, as he walked
over and patted Brian on the back. "Okay, I tell you what, why don't you take
the afternoon off, and go home and tell Lisa about your big promotion, and our
little arrangement. Oh Officer Johnson, please come in." he said, as he opened
the door.

"I've spoken to my superiors, and we've decided that this is far to
embarrassing for us to become public knowledge. Since Brian, here has agreed
to return all of the items taken, we don't wish to press charges at this time.
Is that a problem, I mean, if there are any further incidents, we may wish to
press the charges later?" Mr. Kelly asked the Officer.

"No sir. I will keep this report that I've made up, and I would ask that you
keep the tapes, just in case you do wish to press charges down the road. The
statute of limitations is 7 years in this state." Oficer Williams replied, as
he undid Brian's hand cuffs.

As Brian started to leave, Mr. Kelly said, "Brian, this might help." Tossing
the surveillance tape to him. "Don't worry I've got plenty of copies."

Feeling good about having finally left the house, and not having anything go
wrong, Lisa had stopped packing, and taken a hot bath, shaving both her legs
and her pussy. After Danielle had made her shave herself bald, it just itched
too much, not to keep it fullly shaven.

However wanting to change everything about herself, since that weekend, she
had Brian get her a permanent kit, and some hair coloring. After changing her
hair color, and giving herself the perm, she stood back to see how she looked.
Standing there in her white t-shirt, and blue jeans, with her new hair-do, she
thought that she looked like Kerri Russell, from the show Felicity, before she
had cut her hair. As she stood looking at herself in the mirror, she heard the
front door open, and looked down at her watch. It was only 2:00, and Brian
shouldn't be home for hours, so she walked to the top of the staircase, and
looked down, to see who it was.

Brian walked in, tears were rolling down his face and sobbing. Lisa fearing
that he had just been informed that someone had died, or something equally
devastating rushed down the stairs to comfort him. As she put her arm around
his shoulder, and asked him what was wrong, all he could do was sob through
his tears, saying how sorry he was.

Lisa continued to ask him what was wrong for twenty minutes. Finally, he
composed himself, and began to explain to her what had happened at the office,
after she had left. Lisa also began to cry, before he even got to the terms of
their arrangement, already knowing what the dreaded consequences must be.
Brian continued with his tale, confirming what Lisa had already expected.

When he got to the part of him agreeing to his boss's demands, he immediately
told her that it was still her decision, as to whether to go through with it,
or not. That he had only agreed to it in the boss's office, in order to have
the opportunity to let her decide for herself. Hearing all of the terms,
the money that they would receive, what she would have to do, and the
consequences of her not doing it, she walked away without answering him at all,
to think over her decision. Brian, knowing how difficult this was going to be
for her, let her go without saying a word either, choosing not to pressure her
any more than she already was.

Lisa came back downstairs, after she seeing the surveillance tape for herself.
She told Brian that he was right to have agreed to his boss's demands, as they
really had no other choice. Brian kept saying that he was sorry for getting
them into this mess, but Lisa reminded him that they had been setup, that his
boss had manufactured the evidence, and that no jury or prosecutor would ever
believe that a man, such as Mr. Kelly, had lied to them or had framed the two
of them. No, it wasn't his fault this time.

While she had been out of the room, Brian had answered the door, and had
accepted the package that Mr. Kelly had sent over, but he hadn't bothered to
open the box. After giving Lisa a big hug and kiss, while trying to comfort
her, he realized that this could destroy her, in her already fragile state of
mind. She picked up the box of clothes, and walked upstairs to change.

She came back down, half an hour later. Brian looked up as he heard her coming
down, and was surprised to see that the outfit that Mr. Kelly had sent her,
was an elegant, floor length, evening gown. It was extravagant enough for a
nominee at the Oscars. It was a dark, olive green, strapless, silk gown, with
a plunging neck line that left the tops of her breasts fully exposed. It was
also backless, and dipped so deeply down her back, that he could see the top
part of her ass crack, almost like a cleavage, but in the back.

He could see that she was wearing heels, as he could see her toes and the heels
of her shoes, but most of the shoe was hidden by the skirt of her dress. By
her height, as she stood next to him, he guessed that she must have been
wearing five or six inch heels, as she was almost as tall as he was, in them.
She also had some jewelry on that he didn't recognize as hers. She wore a
gaudy diamond necklace, that the main part of it, like an arrow, pointed
right between her large white breasts. She also wore matching earings and a
matching bracelet on her left wrist.

She had done her make-up, as instructed, tastefully, but with slutty colors.
She had also done her hair up, as if she were going out some place special.
In other words, she looked damned good!

Shocked to see that his boss had chosen such a tasteful outfit, he felt a bit
comforted, thinking that it could have been much worse. He gave her a big kiss,
appologized again, and then he handed her the paper with the address for where
she was supposed to go. As she looked down at the piece of paper, she choked
back her tears, as she recognized it as Danielle's address. As she walked to
 the car, Brian told her again, how much he loved her.

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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