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Subject: {ASSM} Poker wife Ch - (M+/F Wife, NC, blackmail)
Date: Wed,  7 May 2003 11:10:02 -0400
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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 triple 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, staccato 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 into 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." Officer 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 earrings 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,
apologized 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 Madre '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 panty less 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 writing 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 flared 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.



It was Saturday morning, Lisa had been admitted to the hospital and was
undergoing some minor cosmetic surgery at this time.

As Danielle walked up to James Kelly, she said "You should take a look at
this." handing him the tape and the scrap of paper from Lisa's purse.

Danielle then bent over, and began to unzip his trousers.

"Put this in the machine first, my dear." he said, handing her the video.

She stood up, took the tape, turned around, and while shaking her ass in his
face, put the tape into the VCR, and pressed rewind. As the tape rewound, he
looked over the note and asked her.

"So those little Niger's really worked our little slut over last night. I
thought they were going to slit her neck there for a minute."

"Yeah, but that little slut would have deserved it though. I'm just sorry her
sister Terri wasn't laying there next to her." she replied, taking his dick
into her mouth.

"Damn honey, when you hold a grudge, you really hold a grudge. I'm just glad
you where able to forgive me." He said, and he meant it.

His wife was truly evil. When she first learned of his affair with Lisa's
older sister Terri, she came after him with a knife, and tried to cut off his
dick. She had come home to find Terri giving him a blow job, right in their
bed. As time went by, her anger shifted from her husband James, over to Terri,
as she learned how Terri had seduced him, just has she had so many others, as
she slept her way up the cooperate ladder.

She was now almost equal in position to him, in the company, and he had been
with the company since it was founded. Before Danielle could come up with a
scheme to get back at the little hussy, she had gotten herself transferred to
the company's main offices in New York. It had been a year or so since that
happened, when her brother Ron had told her about Terri's younger sister Lisa,
complaining about how she would tease him and his friends, when they went to
see their friend Brian. Telling her how she waited on him hand and foot, while
flaunting her body in front of his friends, always wearing short skirts and
tight shirts, with no bra on underneath.

As she sat there listening to her little brother Ron, bitching about Terri's
little sister the cock tease, Danielle began to devise her plan. Then it took
no time at all for Ron to convince Carl and Mike to help him. Danielle had
thought about bringing Andy into it, having remembered hearing Ron tell her
just how much Brian and Lisa despised the young punk. In fact, Danielle had a
harder time convincing her husband to go along with her plan, than she did 
with anyone else. He was a timid man, afraid of almost everyone. His wife wore
the pants in their family. She had to threatened to expose his embezzlement,
and incompetence, to his superiors, in order to force his cooperation.

As the tape finally finished rewinding, her husband pressed play, just as she
milked the last of his cum, from his quickly shrinking dick. Andy appeared on
the screen, hammering Lisa's unconscious body, right in the ass, for all he
was worth. Another older male was at her face, shoving his member down her
limp throat. As James fast forwarded through this part of the tape, Danielle
sat next to him and placed his head into her lap, and began to pat him on top
of his head, like she would a good pet.

Watching Andy and the other man on the film, use their slut's unconscious body
in every way imaginable. The tape then cut to a shot of her being given a shot
of rum. She then handed the glass back to Andy, who was turning away from her,
and towards the camera. He dropped a packet of some white powder into the
glass, before handing it back to her, and told her to chug it down. After she
did, her took the glass from her, and placed it on a shelf under the camera,
sporting a grin from ear to ear, knowing that they could now do anything that
they wanted to her and she'd have now memory of it when she awoke the next day.

As someone else picked up the camera Andy took her by the hand, and walked her
into the next room. Danielle recognizing the arrangements, realized this was
filmed in a local motel, that had connecting rooms. Lisa was wearing the far
too small Catholic School Girl costume that Andy had made her wear, with her
hair in two pig tails. Andy, and two other boys, directed her into a variety
of poses, and eventually photographing her stripping off her clothes for them.

During the photograph session, the person filming with the camcorder continued
to walk back into the first room, which was quickly beginning to fill up with
many of the same men, from that night at Danielle's play house, along with a
few other new faces. It was starting to get dark outside in the video, as the
boys finished up their photo shoot.

Having now been forced to strip totally naked, she was tied to the bed, with
four lengths of Nylon rope. One of the boys who had been photographing her,
began to strip. As he took of his briefs off, he began to jerk himself off,
standing next to her face, after just a few seconds, he exploded his cum all
over her face. After finishing, he took his briefs, still in his hand, and
wiped her face clean with them, before stuffing the cum soaked underwear into
her mouth. Andy then went to place duct tape over her mouth. After forcing her
mouth closed, he taped her mouth shut, trapping the disgusting, dirty, cum
soaked briefs inside of her mouth, gagging her. 

Next Andy began to strip, then walked around to the dresser, where a glass
jar sat. He pulled out a one hundred dollar bill from his pocket, holding it
up to show her, he dropped it into the jar saying, "I'm paying, just like
everyone else, as he turned the glass jar around to show her the label on it
"Andy's Collage Fund" He then put the jar back down on the table, and started
to climb onto the bed with her. She already had tears running down her face.

Lisa tried to mumble her objections, but Andy laughed, as he grabbed a pig
tail in each hand, and pulled her head up, as he drove his cock into her wide
spread bald pussy. She began thrashing about, as he plunged into her with
reckless abandon, after pretending to buy sex from her, like she was a common
street hooker.

Never having had her fight with him before, he really began to enjoy himself,
sawing in and out of her pussy, before ramming his cock into her tightly
closed anal sphincter. She had only been given a small dose of the Rohypnol,
just enough to make sure that she wouldn't remember anything about the time
that she was going to spend with him. Dr. Brown had given him several small
doses, of the drug instructing him to give her the drug, with a shot of
alcohol, every six hours, until he gave her the full dosage of the drug, eight
hours before he returned her to her house. He assured the boy that by doing so
would guarantee him, that she would have no memories of the time that they
spent together.

Andy, grateful to the doctor for all his help, had promised him the second
shot at her, as payment for the drugs that he had provided him. The good
doctor had also provided him with syringes filled with muscle relaxants, the
chloroform, and the Rohypnol that he would use on their prey. He had even set
up the exact dosages for Andy, based on her weight and his desired effects on
his sexy neighbor. As he held her head up, by her pig tails, and slammed away
in her ass, he mocked her, while sticking his own face just inches from hers.

"Oh look at me, I'm missy goody two-shoes, and oh so what if I fucked every
man in this shit hole town! God I am just a bad little slut." He continued
mocking her, until he finally let his load loose, deep in her bowels.

As Lisa lay there, listening to Andy humiliate her, she felt used in a way
that she had never been used before, not even that night with the animals. She
now felt that her life was ranked lower than that of the dogs and the pony.
She felt treated even lower than common street whores, as they at least got
paid for the use of their bodies. Whereas Andy had just made a joke out of her
ordeal. She had to get out of there and away from himm but the ropes were tied
tight, and she had no hope of breaking free, but that had little effect on her
struggling, as she pulled at them anyway, praying for a miracle.

As Andy climbed off of her, and began to dress, the door opened, and in came
Dr. Brown whom she remembered from her previous ordeal. But now she lay there
all bound up, with him on top of her, looking down at her. As she looked up at
him, and he down at her, his eyes seemed to penetrate her as much as his cock
was. She felt as if he were looking deep into her soul, and seeing her
depravity, while laughing at her, as he loomed over her, kneading her breasts
and pounding into her womanhood. She had only talked with her neighbor, Dr.
Brown a few times, and had always had an uneasy feeling around him, but now
those feelings and his gaze cut right through her psyche.

As he thrust himself to orgasm, inside of her cunt, he would occasionally
chew on her nipples. Has he added his juice to the collection, that was now
inside of her body? She prayed to the Lord for some sort of release from this
abuse. As if her prayers had been answered, Father Jacobs, the Reverend from
her own church entered the room. He was a broad man, wide but not really fat.
He looked down at her, as if she were a lost sheep.

With caring in his eyes, that she had seen on so many other occasions, he
forcefully walked over to Andy, and in his most fatherly voice said, "Young
man, I am ashamed of you, and what you have done! And you should be ashamed
too, all of you!"

His voice boomed, as he waved his arms around the room. Lisa's heart jumped,
finally she would be rescued, saved from this humiliation and degradation that
Andy had seemed destined to place on her. Then she heard the Reverend continue
and her heart stopped, shocked at what she heard.

"How dare you not invite me to the first one of these! It sounds like it was
a real hoot!"

Lisa's hope, and faith, died at that moment, as the Reverend spoke, she only
hoped that things wouldn't get any worse.

"Well Andy, I believe that we agreed to the some of one hundred dollars!" he
said, pulling the bill from his pocket, and placing it into the jar.

Lisa was still thrashing, and screaming into her gag, as the Reverend dropped
his pants, not bothering to remove the rest of his clothes, as he jumped on
the bed, and did the devilish deed with the bound beauty, while she thrashed
under him, disgusted by him. As he sank into her, he began regaling her with
the stories of all of the times that he had dreamed of taking her, in just
this very manner. After more than ten minutes of his pussy pounding, and his
breast mauling assault, he finally pulled his dick from her pussy, and let
loose with a savage jet of cum, laying down a stream of the liquid from her
belly to her forehead, leaving her covered with his seed. Andy taking a wet
towel wiped the jism from her body, as he explained to her that it was bad
for business to let the merchandise get dirty.

The Reverend was replaced by one of her former attackers, commenting on how
much sexier he thought she looked, with her new hair color and navel piercing.
He made a point to make sure that she saw him deposit his money, like all the
other men, had adding to her defilement. He finished quickly, and was replaced
by another man, who also went through the process of paying for her services,
in front of her, adding to her humiliation.

It went on like this for the next two hours of the tape as she serviced a
total of thirty-eight men, according to Danielle's count. When she had brought
the kid into this, it was only for the two gigs, once with Ron, the first time
that they made her fuck him, and again that seven hour night, where he had
also charged a per head fee, and taped the whole thing. He had approached her
about that weekend a month ago, having already set everything else up, and
just needed her to provide a nice quite place. She had compromised with him,
making sure that Ron and the guys got their "dicks" into it, so to speak.

Thinking that would be the end of it, Danielle was quite impressed to see the
kid taking such initiative. But she had to stop him, he was beginning to
interfere with her plans for the little slut. As she began to think of a way
to get rid of the little pest, never having really liked him much herself,
the taped switched to yet another scene.

Damn, what did the little jerk use an eight hour tape? The next segment seemed
to be of professional quality, as it switched from one angle to another and
the picture was sharp and clear. It started off by showing Lisa standing in
the middle of a horse stall. She looked outstanding, obviously cleaned up and
her hair had been styled, making her look quit believable, as a young cheer-
leader.

Unfortunately her reading of her lines where anything but professional. As she
explained to the five large farm hands, who had begun to move in, and encircle
her, that she was a cheerleader at the local high school, and her car had
broken down just up the road, and she asked the men for their help. She
sounded exhausted, and you could tell that she didn't want to speak the lines
given to her.

After suffering through her attempt at acting, the men started doing what they
were paid for, and ran Lisa through her paces, as each man took turns with her.
Eventually they got to the double and triple penetrations, as she was taken in
all of her holes at the same time. After she had drained all of the men of
their fluids, she was left laying nude on the straw and the dirt of the corral.

Next a familiar voice told her it was almost over. They where going to play a
game with her. As he explained it to her, that they where going to release
three animals into the corral with her, if she could make all three cum in her
mouth, in the next forty-five minutes, she would be taken home, and that would
be the end of it. However, if she failed, she would have to fuck Stanley's
stable mate, Bull, a full grown stallion.

Lisa stood there yelling at him, that there was no way on earth that she would
do anything of the sort. He could kill her, but she wasn't playing his game.
He counted to three, and then released the animals. As the animals were placed
into the corral, the camera zoomed out, showing a large Great Dane, a billy
goat and a potbellied pig, being put into the corral with her.

Still yelling out her refusal, she ran to the other side of corral, and tried
to climb out. Before she could get out, she was pushed back in, by one of the
men. Realizing that she couldn't escape, she merely sat down, still screaming
that she wouldn't do it. Deciding that his star needed a little more
motivation, he had Bull brought over.

Lisa saw the huge animal walk up to the side of the corral, his member already
being prepared for her, was over two and half feet long.

Scott then explained to Lisa, that if she wouldn't play the game, then they
would just move on along to the part where she would fuck Bull, reminding her
that she had already been forced to do it once, and he could surely make her
do it again, if she failed.

Finally the reality of her situation began to sink in, she stood up and walked
over to examine the three animals in the coral with her. Looking at their
pricks, she tried to decide where to began. Scott then advised her that she
was wasting time, and that she only had thirty minutes left. Now with a sense
of urgency, she grabbed the goat and began to pump his prick, as he was the
most erect of the pets.

Scott yelled at her, telling her she had to suck them off, not beat them off.
She reluctantly leaned under the goat, took his prick into her mouth, and
began to suck and lick it's engorged cock, until finally it erupted in her
mouth. Lisa not ready for it to cum, pulled back from the surprise of it's
juices squirting into her mouth. The animal then deposited his fluids across
her face and hair, adding to that of it's human co-stars.

Utterly disgusted with herself, she crawled over to the dog, and grabbed his
cock. Shocked by the sudden attention, the dog growled, and jumped away from
her, then ran to the other side of the corral. Deciding that it my be safer
to do the pig next, she crawled over to him, and began to suckle it's member
in and out of her mouth.

Having to start from scratch on the foul animal, it seemed to take forever
just to get it's cock finally erect and even longer to bring it to orgasm,
which like the goat, sprayed all over her body. Knowing that she was running
out of time, she approached the dog cautiously, talking to him, and trying to
calm him down, as she leaned under him, and began to suck on his member. Just
as she got his prick erect, Scott yelled, "Your time is up!" Exhausted, she
fell over, laying on the ground. Her eyes closed, as she tried to catch her
breath. She didn't hear the corral gate open, as a special table was wheeled
into the center of the corral.

What did get her attention, however, as it did one of the cameramen's, was
when the dog, who had been standing there getting a blow job by the human
bitch, just moments ago, smelled the salty remains, coated around her pussy,
was drawn to the smell. It placed its snout between her legs, and with its
long rough tongue began to lick her bald beaver. Shocked back to the present,
Lisa screamed and pushed the dog's snout away form her snatch.

Not to be denied, it returned, and shoved its snout into her crotch, and took
another lick. Now upset and disturbed by the animal, she reached up and struck
it on its nose, yelling for it to go away. Not taking her angry reaction well,
the dog growled at her again, this time showing its teeth, as he shoved his
snout back into her cunt, to reclaim his treasure. Not wanting to get bitten
by the animal, she let him lick her.

One of the crew pointed out that it wasn't nice for her to have gone and
gotten him all excited, and then just left him there hanging. Scott agreed,
but told them to strap her to the table anyway. Someone blew a dog whistle
causing the dog to stop while three men lifted her up, and then literally
dragged her over to the table, as she protested weakly, no longer having the
strength to put up much of a fight.

The men placed her in the middle of the table, laying her down on her back.
Her arms were pulled up over her head, and cuffed to the head of the table,
above her head. Next her ankles were cuffed and a belt was secured over her
waist. Once she was secured to the table, someone came over and offered her a
shot of Brandy, telling her that it would help her get through her ordeal. She
gladly accepted it and gulped it down, when the put the glass to her lips. He
then offered her another shot, and she said sure. Before pouring the Brandy
into the glass, he emptied a bag of white powder into her glass, then poured
the Brandy into the glass.

Lisa was really out of it, to have not realized what she had just seen, or
just didn't care anymore, and swallowed the drink in a single gulp. Next she
was offered water, which she accepted, holding her mouth open, as it was
poured into her mouth. Next a man came over with two syringes. He took the
time to explain to her what the contents of each syring would do. The first
was a muscle relaxer, which would allow her take more the horse's massive cock
into her cunt, since she wouldn't be clamping down on it. The second syring
contained a drug that would help to keep her from passing out, as the pain got
to be too much for her. Her eyes betrayed her fear, when he explained to her
that the director wanted to see all of her expressions and emotions while she
was being screwed by the huge animal.

Once she had been drugged and made ready, the table was secured in place by
metal spikes, which were driven into the ground over a foot, insuring that
the stallion wouldn't be able to move it. Next her legs, which were spread
wide and pulled back over her head, then a very short chain attached the cuffs
on her ankles to the table top. This left her in a very uncomfortable position,
and very vulnerable as well as it exposed both her anus and pussy, both of
which were gaped wide open. Having her body spread out and stretched out in
this away, made her moan and she thought that she was going to pass out.

The dog who was now muzzled, was helped up onto the table and into position at
her now gaping cunt hole. Since his cock was being held right up against her
cunt, with a single thrust he hilted her, and since the table was on springs,
it gently rocked back and forth, with his rapid, jack hammer thrusts. It also
helped to force her pussy to come back up onto the animal's rutting cock, as
the table bounced back up. She began to yell and scream as the dog increased
his tempo, humping ever faster into her.

She begged to be released, and set free, but the men just laughed and joked,
as the unnatural coupling went on in front of their, and the cameras' eyes.
Her constant screaming began to upset the dog, who continued growling at the
screaming young wife. Finally fifty minutes later, after the dog had cum
inside of her five times, the still growling dog and screaming woman's
uncoupled, as the dog's knot finally shrank and slipped out of her now cum
drenched pussy.

As the dog was led away, Bull was immediately brought over. Two other women
made sure that his monstrous prick lined up perfectly with Lisa's cunt, before
the men allowed him to begin thrusting into her. As Bull was finally given
some slack and feeling its cock at the hot, wet entrance of the woman's cunt,
he slowly pushed forward, forcing his huge cock into her tight cunt. He wasn't
bothered by the human's screams of pain and her revulsion over being sexed by
such a large animal. He simply pushed forward into her, slowly, five or six
times, aided by the dog's cum, which was forced out of her pussy as his cock
took up every square inch of her cunt.

He finally entered her on his seventh attempt. Impossibly Lisa arched her back
up off of the table, even though her waist had been belted down to the table,
as he finally entered her womanhood. She said things that no woman ever should,
but she was being impaled on the horse's cock, and although there was only 
about an inch and a half of his thirty inch monster inside of her, it was over
six inches in diameter and was stretching the hell out of her tight pussy. She
just hoped that she would simply pass out from the pain. But the drugs that
she had been given were doing their job, as she lay there in excruciating
pain, while some ass hole with a camera stood there above her, capturing her
suffering on film.

The table that she had been strapped to was barely a foot tall, so as the
horse moved around, back and forth, working himself into her cunt, he was
kicking up dirt, which mixed with the dog's cum as it dripped out of her pussy
and over her puckered anus, and formed a brown, mud-like looking substance,
making it look like as though Lisa was shitting herself. After pushing and
pulling his monstrous cock in short strokes, in and out of her cunt, for over
twenty minutes, the huge horse cock eventually was sunk into her pussy six
inches. There was nothing that she could do, bound as she was, to prevent it,
in her helpless position.

The crew was careful to not let Bull thrust any further into her, not wanting
to cause any real physical damage anyway. Once the animal was inside of her at
the depth that they wanted, and fucking her with his huge cock, two other
hired actresses came over and began to stroke the exposed part of the horse's
gigantic cock, as he stood over his victim, slowly thrusting into her and
pulling out of her.

Lisa begged the two women for help, but they just giggled at her, looking at
her in her ridiculous position. "What was that girl thinking when she accepted
this job?" one of the women said to the other.

"Not even a couple of pros like us, would try to stuff a horse's cock into
our already over stretched hole." the other replied.

Lisa pleaded with them, in between screams of excruciating pain, but the two
washed up porn stars paid no attention to her cries for help. Finally over
come with pain, she blissfully passed out from the pounding her body was
receiving, of course it had no affect on the horse, who continued to stroke
his enormous prick in and out of her.

Seeing that the horse was about to cum, the cameras zoomed in, as Bull took a
quick and powerful thrust into her, as he got away from handlers and was able
to sink another four inches into her, driving his cock a full ten inches into
the helpless, unconscious woman. His first jet of cum blasting into her so
powerfully, that it literally shot her off the end of his dick, his cum
causing such a back pressure, that it had to have some way to escape the force
of his thrust into her. The feeling in her womb, as the powerful jet of horse
jism shot through her with enough to force to bring her back to consciousness.

The stallion, no longer buried in her pussy, shot a second load out all over
her nude body. He dumped a gallon of his liquid seed across her body, as his
now free member began moving over her belly and chest. Grossed out by the
sight of the long hose, spraying the grayish liquid all over the place like
a loose fire hose under full pressure, all over her prone body, she began
screaming for someone to get it off of her.

After Bull had spent his reserves on her, she was left tied to the table with
horse sperm covering and dripping off her body, and onto the dirt. The
Rohypnol had added to her exhaustion, causing her to fall into a deep sleep.
The video showed, by fast forwarding the tape, how they had put her legs down,
but left her there in the sun for the rest of the day, allowing the various
barn yard animals to come over and lick the fluids from her body. Then as
night fell, someone came out and flipped her over, retying her to the table,
now with her ass sticking up in the air. Then, as night fell, one of the dogs
approached her, and, having gotten worked up from the smell of sex on her body,
he mounted her ass three times, but not once did she even stir.

Left tied to the table in the middle of the corral most of the next day, she
was finally untied, and thrown in the back of her own car, still completely
naked. The film ended showing her car driving away from the farm.

Shocked by the cruelty that she had just seen, she smiled. That Andy was a
really sick young man. Danielle devised a plan that night as to how to get
Andy out of the picture, permanently. She went to sleep, dreaming of the
tortured young slut that she had under her control and dreaming of more ways
to exact her revenge upon the older sister.


The next day Danielle and James went to get Lisa from the hospital, stopping
first at the Fed Ex deposit box to mail a parcel to New York, before bringing
their slave home from the hospital.

Lisa was taken back to Kelly's house. Once there, she was made to bathe
herself, massaging her newly enlarged breasts, as she lathered herself up. As
Mr. Kelly sat there quietly watching, Danielle instructed her on how to bathe
herself. She told her to play with her sex. Then she handed her an 18" long
black rubber dildo and instructed her to slide it into her pussy slowly.
She inserted the large black toy into her sex, slowly sliding it into her
pussy while looking into James's closely watching eyes.

Having never masturbated herself with a dildo before, she tried to find the
right tempo, as she slid her rubber lover in and out. Seeing that she had
worked several inches into her cunt, Danielle ordered her to get up on her
hands and knees in the tub. Wanting to follow her instructions, she started to
pull the rubber phallic free from her cunt, in order, to comply with her
orders. Danielle told her to "Stop! Leave it in there and get up on your hands
and knees slave!" 

Doing as she was ordered, she awkwardly sat up, then got onto her hands and
knees, moving carefully, as the remaining twelve inches of the dildo flailed
about from side to side, slapping her thighs as she moved. After lifting her
ass out of the warm water, she felt the cold air on her sphincter, as
Danielle grabbed her ass, and pulled her checks apart. She then ordered her to
resume stroking the dildo in and out of herself.

As Lisa began fucking herself with the dildo again, Danielle began to insert
her middle finger into her exposed, winking ass hole. Feeling the other woman
fingering her, while she pleasured herself, Lisa began to pant and moan, as
she was forced to masturbate herself in front of her tormentors. The more that
she got into it, the more rapidly Danielle thrust her finger into her ass.
After sensing the that Lisa's sphincter was loosening up, she inserted another
finger into her, now working two fingers in and out of her slave. Splashing
some water over Lisa's ass with her other hand, she continued to thrust her
fingers into her slave's ass. Finally she worked a third finger into Lisa's
ass, and then began to spread her fingers apart, while still stroking them in
and out of her anus.

Lisa was now shivering from the chill, as most of her body was out of the warm
water. Forced to stroke the huge phallus in and out of her pussy for over
twenty minutes now, she began to feel a warm felling beginning to build in her
pussy. Throwing her head up, as her orgasm snuck up on her, she opened her
eyes to see the disturbing sight in the mirror.

As she stared into the mirror her thoughts began to roam. Her mind racing with
her thoughts, jumping from the life she used to know, to that of her new life.
Seeing how much had changed, as she saw her reflection in the mirror, and the
slut looking back at her. The image was still strange to her. She saw her face
a familiar sight to her for sure, but now augmented by the large, pouting,
fuck me lips, which had been enlarged without her consent, or even having been
asked her opinion. The hair falling across her shoulders was not her natural
color, having only changed it, in hopes of escaping the memories of her first
ordeal. As she watched her newly enlarged breasts swaying under her body,
she noticed that her nipples were now larger and harder too, and her breasts
were now firmer, standing straight out from her body.

Seeing how she was stroking the large dildo in and out of her own pussy, she
felt sick, knowing that this was not the life she had chosen for herself.
Finally she looked up slightly higher and saw the evil Danielle leaning over
her, thrusting her finger into her ass. She knew that she would never get her
old life back, as long as these people found enjoyment in her defilement. She
bowed her head back down, and choked back the tears, knowing that this was her
new life and this was the new her.

Enjoying the feeling of power that she got from thrusting her fingers into her
slave's ass hole, she added her pinkie and now had all four of her fingers in
Lisa's stretched out sphincter. She began to thrust her fingers harder into
her ass, trying to loosen her up even more. As she inserted her thumb into
her ass, she began to spank her butt with her free hand. Feeling that she had
loosened her up enough, Danielle began to try to push her entire hand into her
abused ass hole.

Between the pressure from Danielle trying to shove her whole hand into her ass
and the desire to escape the slaps on her butt, Lisa fell forward, falling
onto her right elbow, while still using her left hand to fuck the dildo into
her cunt. Forcing her hand in, past the knuckles, Danielle forced a scream of
pain from Lisa, as the pain shot through her entire lower body. Driving in and
out of her ass several times, Danielle squeezed her hand into a fist, inside
Lisa's ass, and began to thrust her entire arm, half way up to her elbow, in
and out of her tortured slave's ass, as roughly as she could, driving her arm
in almost to her elbow.

Impaled on Danielle's arm, Lisa screamed in pain, feeling her bowels being
ripped apart. As she thrust her arm into the poor girl, Danielle, wanting her
to be quite and take her pain in silence, told her to "Shut up!"

Lisa however continued screaming in pain. Fed up with the noise coming from
her, Danielle used her other hand to reach up and force Lisa's head down,
dunking her face into the now cool water. Still thrusting her arm in and out,
she let the struggling woman up for air every few minutes, as she continued
her viscous fisting of Lisa's ass.

Having pulled her hand away from the dildo in her pussy, in an attempt to try
and grab at the hand holding her head under the water, Lisa now used both
hands to grab at the hand holding her head underwater. She began to thrash
back and forth, hoping to break free of Danielle's hold on her. Angered by her
slave, and her refusal to be quite, and now her efforts to break free from her,
Danielle thrust her head into the now cold water again, and held it there.

Having her head forced under the water again, Lisa felt sure that she was
going to die, as her lungs began to burn, having been denied oxygen for
several minutes now. Terrified, she continued to try to pull Danielle's hand
out of her hair. Unable to break the hold on her head, her struggles weakened,
as she was deprived of air.

Sickened and troubled by his wife's treatment of the helpless young woman James
quietly stood up, and walked out of the bathroom, not being able to watch his
wife's actions, afraid that she was going to kill the poor young girl. He was
relieved that she had forgiven him, but was afraid to anger her again, and he
had agreed to his wife's evil plan.

Not one for revenge himself, he never understood his jealous wife's continued
lust for revenge, against his former lover. He had tried to talk her out of
this scheme from the beginning, trying to convince her that Lisa had done
nothing to either of them, and that it was just wrong to use her, to get back
at her older sister. Not wanting to hear his whining anymore, she had told him
to just do it or else. Knowing that she had the goods on him, to put him away
for many years, he reluctantly agreed to do her bidding.

Back in the bathroom, Danielle was still holding Lisa's head under the water,
while still having her arm shoved up the girl's ass, felt her go limp. Knowing
that Lisa would die, if she didn't let her up soon, Danielle hesitated a few
more seconds, before pulling the unconscious woman's head out of the water.
Finally able to breath, Lisa sucked the air into her lungs in a giant gasp. As
she started to come to, her head held up, suspend by her hair, Danielle took
several more thrust into her ass, laughing as she began to cough and spit the
water out of her mouth.

Danielle's fist was still balled up inside of her ass, was finally pulled free
from her tortured bowels. The pain too much for the still recovering girl, and
she shrieked in pain, then passed out. As she went limp again, her head still
held up, suspended by her hair, as Danielle prevented her from falling face
first back into the water. Now freed of the obstruction in her ass, began to
shit as she was being held there unconscious. It was a sickening sight, with
her limp body being held up by her hair, and an 18" dildo was still sticking
out of her pussy, while her shit oozed out of her ass.

Danielle admiring her handy work, stood up, holding the unconscious girl up
even higher, and began to giggle. As she looked back to her husband, she
noticed that the wimp had left. Yelling for him to come back, Danielle had him
help carry Lisa to the shower and clean her up.

Lisa awoke felling the cool air on her naked body and looked around to find
herself tied spread eagle to the bed. She began to wonder what time it was and
how long she had been out. Danielle awoke Monday morning, and realizing that
her husband had already left for work, got up and cooked herself a nice
breakfast. She sat and ate, while reading the paper and awaiting for word from
Ron and Carl. Deciding that it was time for her pet to eat, she grabbed a bag
of uncooked hotdogs, poured a large glass of milk, and went upstairs to feed
Lisa.

Danielle opened the door and said, "Good morning slut. Did you sleep well?"

Lisa, worried about what Andy would do to her, if she were late asked, "What
time is it?" ignoring Danielle's question.

"Its 10:15 Monday morning slave. Why, do you have some place to be bitch?"
Danielle asked, already knowing why Lisa had asked.

"Yes. I'M LATE! SHIT I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE OVER AN HOUR AGO, LET ME UP!!"
Lisa screamed, while struggling with her bonds, trying to get free from her
restraints. She was terrified by the thought of making Andy mad at her, and
was desperate to get free.

"Oh I don't think so Lisa. Did you think that we wouldn't find about Andy?"

"What? No. I mean yes. Look I had to, or else he was going to... I had to do
what he said, now please let me go." Lisa pleaded with her.

"Or he was going to do what?" Danielle asked, sitting down on the bed next to
her, while setting the glass of milk on the table.

"He's got the tape of me from that night, the night with the pony. He told me
that if I didn't do what he said, he'd send it to everyone that I know. I
can't let my parents see that tape, it would kill my father to see me like
that." she explained in a panic and began to cry. "Don't you see, I have to do
what he says. I have to!"

"Don't cry Lisa, we'll talk with Andy. It seems that there just isn't enough
of you to go around." Danielle told her, taking one of the hotdogs from the
bag, and slowly working it into her pussy. The cold hot dog sliding between
her legs, while she sobbed. "I brought you breakfast. Aren't you hungry?"

Lisa not realizing what Danielle had in mind, and having not eaten since
Friday night, answered "Yes."

Danielle smiled at her response, and pulled the hot dog from her pussy, after
having stroked it in and out a dozen times. She brought it up to the bound
girls lips. Lisa looked at it with disgust and tightly sealed her lips,
closing her mouth as she suddenly changed her mind.

"Now look here Lisa, you're not going to refuse your breakfast, after I went
through all the trouble to fix it for you." but Lisa not wanting the raw hot
dog, that had been fucked into her cunt, shook her head no, keeping her lips
closed tightly. "Fine then, you'll have to be punished." Danielle said,
starting to get up.

Thinking better of her hasty decision, she said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll
eat it! Please! I want to eat it! Give me another chance, please!!!" she
begged, not wanting to face whatever cruel punishment that Danielle had in
mind.

Looking back down at her she said "Okay. I'll give you one more chance. Don't
mess this one up."

As she held the hot dog to Lisa's lips, telling her not to bite it until she
pulled it out. Slipping it in past Lisa's new puffy lips, and into her mouth,
Danielle then yanked on the hot dog pulling it from her mouth. Closing her
teeth, just as the hot dog was leaving her mouth, she bit off about a half
inch of the wiener. Danielle kept repeating this, until the hot dog only had
an inch left, and then she shoved the last inch into the bound woman's mouth,
letting her finish it.

Asking her if she was thirsty, and Lisa saw the tall glass of milk on the
night stand, she said, "Yes. Very."

Danielle lifted the glass to her lips, and began to let her drink. Tilting the
glass more and more, until she caused it to spill out, as Lisa tried to drink
it all down. With milk now running down her cheeks, Danielle picked up the bag
of hot dogs, took the glass of milk, and left Lisa tied to the bed to rest,
but mostly, leaving her there to give her some time to think, knowing that
might be the worst torture of all at this point. Lisa was fed twice more
during the day, in the same manner, and Danielle allowed her to use the
bathroom several times throughout the day. Finding the discomfort Lisa felt in
doing, so humorous.

By eleven o'clock Monday morning, Andy was steamed over the fact that the
bitch had disobeyed him. As the time went by, he thought that maybe she hadn't
seen his note. But knowing that wasn't very damn likely, he decided that he
would punish her when she did show up. At eleven-thirty Andy gave up and
headed home, deciding to give his neighbor a visit. Thinking that she might
still be busy with this Mr. Kelly.

Andy got home at noon, walked over to her house, looked into the garage and
saw her car. As he approached the front door, he heard the TV. "That whore!
How dare she." he thought. Opening the door with the key he had copied from
her that first night, he burst in. Storming into the living room, he was
shocked to find Carl sitting on the couch, drinking a beer, and watching the
television. Carl laid it out to the young man that things where going to
change. Mr. Kelly wasn't going to share his slave with Andy, but being a fair
man, he would give him a fair chance. Giving him an address, he told the
youngster to be there tomorrow morning at 10:00.

Ron had called and told Danielle that Terri Daniels, Lisa's older sister had
just booked an early flight into town, and would be arriving at 8:30 tomorrow
morning. Working at the airport, Ron had his friends checking, and was called,
just as soon as she had booked the flight.

Brian, who had been sent out of town by Mr. Kelly on Friday morning, was
surprised when he had received the phone call, telling him some urgent
business had come up, and that he had to come back immediately. He booked a
seat out on the first flight the next morning right away. Worried that
something terrible had happened to Lisa, he had trouble sleeping.

Terri Daniels sat on the plane, hoping that her little sister was alright.
Having received the Fed Ex box yesterday afternoon, containing a note, a
sealed envelope and a video tape. The note simply said, watch the video first,
in private, before opening the envelope. Finding it strange, but not knowing
what was going on, Terri closed her office door, put the tape into her VCR,
and pressed play. She was horrified at what she saw on the screen, as scene
after scene of her baby sister being screwed in different positions, and by
different men flashed by. In some of the short clips, she seemed willingly
while in others, it was obviously against her will.

Unable to finish watching the tape, Terri stopped it, and opened the envelope,
her stomach still churning from the contents of the video. Reading the note,
Terri had to sit, feeling weak after reading it. The letter told her how her
younger sister was being blackmailed into being a sex slave, by two different
men, but it didn't name either. It told her that she had the chance to free
her little sister, and put an end to her suffering, warning her of what cruel
things might happen to Lisa next. Of course it also warned her of the
consequences of telling anyone about this, telling her that if she wanted to
save her sister, she had to be there tomorrow morning.

Without giving it another thought, she called the airline, and booked her
flight, taking the rest of this week off as well as all of the next week. She
headed home, to pack, as she felt that she needed to go to help her little
sister, though wondering why any one would do this to Lisa. She packed and
went to the airport that night, sleeping in the terminal while waiting for her
flight the next morning, not wanting to be late and missing it.

Having not spoken to Lisa in months, Terri was now worried about her sister.
Although she was only two years older than Lisa, she still considered her the
baby of the family. Knowing that Lisa would never do those things on the tape
without good reason, she wondered what in the world had happened. Having tried
to call Lisa at home, and getting no answer, she had even tried to call her
husband Brian at work. The person on the other end told her that he was out of
town on a business trip. Her concerns deepened, as she anxiously awaited for
her flight.

Brian arrived Tuesday morning, and was surprised to have been met at the
airport by Mike. Mike began to explain to him, that he was there because he
was being given an opportunity to "win" Lisa back, as he explained it. Brian
tried to get more information from Mike, as they headed to the meeting, but
Mike remained silent, not telling his friend anything more.

Carl stood at the airport terminal, dressed in a fine suit and tie. Holding up
a sign saying, "Terri Daniels", having never seen Lisa's older sister, except
in one of Brian and Lisa's marriage photos, so he didn't really know what she
looked like now. When he saw the beautiful redhead approaching him, his jaw
dropped open. She stood over six feet tall, with long, wavy, fiery red hair,
but had a paler complexion than Lisa. She had a killer body, with her
measurement's being 38-28-36. Her large, firm, well-rounded breasts had to be
'D's' for sure, and she had really long, shapely legs. Dressed in a stylish
business jacket and a short skirt, she was a knock out. Carl's prick started
to get hard, as he thought to himself, "Damn, she'd go for his long, thick
cock, for sure!"

Terri approached the driver, who stood staring at her, as she walked up to him,
knowing that he liked what he saw. She was proud of her body, especially her
tits. She had joked with her girlfriends back in New York many times, that God
had given her long legs and a tight little ass, but she had to buy her own
boobs. Proud of her 38-D chest, having had a boob job when she was just twenty-
one, and just out of college. They had been an important part of her career,
as she had found out early on, that most men went gaga over them. She had used
her body to get her the things that she had wanted, while charming her way
into more than one promotion at work, just by getting a little friendly with
her bosses.

She wasn't troubled by using this tactic, as she saw it as way to better
herself. After all, the men used the good ol' boy system, whereby they went
out drinking and carousing, and using their old school and/or fraternity
associations. She didn't have those connections, and the men didn't want her
as their drinking buddy, so she had to use what she had at her disposal, her
phenomenal body, and sleep her way to the top. In her mind, there was no
difference and she always felt that she deserved her promotions, no matter how
she had gotten them.

Telling the driver that she was Terri Daniels, he took her bags, and began to
lead her to the limousine. As she slipped into the back of limo, she didn't
have time to say anything, as Ron slipped in behind her, sitting on the rear
facing seat, that faced her. The door closed behind him, and Ron introduced
himself to her. Carl put the bags into the trunk, got in, and began to drive
away.

As they were being driven to the meeting, Ron told Terri everything. How his
sister, Danielle, had been so enraged by Terri's infidelity, with her husband,
that she had concocted this whole scheme to get back at Terri. Listening to
him Terri found it difficult to believe that anyone would have put another
innocent human being through so much, simply to get back at someone else
close to them. Listening to the details of what Lisa and Brian would suffer,
if either failed to comply with his sister's demands. He then told her how
Andy had taken advantage of his good fortune, and independently blackmailed
Lisa into becoming his slave as well. Shocked and appalled by the cruelty that
her sister had been exposed to, Terri asked what she had to do to free her
innocent sister. Ron told her that she would be given a chance to win her
sister's freedom. Terri then asked him what he meant by that, and he said
you'll see, pointing out the window, as they pulled into the long drive of a
home out in the middle of nowhere.

As Terri, Ron, and Carl walked into the house, she followed him into a large
room off the entry way, while Carl carried her bags upstairs. Entering the
room, she noticed the poker table, with four chairs placed around it, and then
looking over to the other side of the room, she saw three men and a women
standing there, silently awaiting her arrival.

Not recognizing Mrs. Danielle Kelly, she stood and listened, while Danielle
spoke. "Hello Terri. Welcome to my personal hell." Danielle said.
"You are the reason this has all happened. After I caught you with my husband,
my life has never been the same again. I've been unable to trust him, and be
intimate with him again, because of you. Because you seduced him, and ruined
my marriage. James has never been able to make love to me, since that night I
caught the two of you together. He is a shell of the man that he once was,
because of you."

"Look, I'm sorry for everything that I did ..." Terri began to apologize, when
she was cut off.

"Don't tell me your sorry! I've seen what you've done! You whore! You have
slept with anyone who could help you out, and not given a second thought to
the consequences of what you've done. Well now, you know the consequences.
Lisa has lived the consequences." She said, as Lisa was brought in, her hands
bound behind her back, a ball gag in her mouth, and a collar around her neck.

She was being pulled along on a leash, connected to her collar, and was
totally naked, exposed for all to see. Brian stepped up immediately, noticing
the physical changes that they had done to his wife and loudly demanded, "What
the hell have you done to her!!!"

"Shut up!" Danielle snapped back at him, "You don't have a say in anything
anymore. I'll have your ass thrown in prison, where you'll be gang raped by
every man there, you wimp."

Brian started to remove Lisa's gag, as Danielle ordered, "Leave it in, she no
longer has a say either."

"What do you want?" Terri asked Danielle.

"I want to play a game with you BITCH!" Danielle spat at her.

"What kind of game?" Terri shot back

"A game for your sister's freedom, which has been taken away from her because
of you." Danielle replied angrily.

"Okay. What did you have in mind Mrs. Kelly?"

Danielle grinned, and said, "I propose a single hand of poker, five card draw,
jokers' wild, winner take all. You, Ron, Andy, and, I'll give you Brian over
there, to give you a 50/50 shot at winning. If either you or Brian wins, then
Lisa and he are free, and Andy and I will give you everything that we've got
on them. However, if Andy wins, I give him what I've got on them, and he can
do with them, and you, how he pleases, and to do with as he pleases, for as
long as he wants. The same thing goes if Ron wins, then Andy gives me what
he's got on her, and walks away with nothing, and you become my slave."

As Terri thought over Danielle's offer, looking at her helpless little sister,
and knowing that they would do even worse to her, if she lost.

Danielle turned to Andy and said, "Well what do you say Andy, go for it, and
you could get it all, both sisters to do with as you please, but if you lose
you lose it all."

Looking Terri over again, just for fun, Andy replied, "Hell yes! Count me in!
I want some of that!"

Looking right at Terri again, Danielle said, "Well, what do you say Terri?"

"Why would I agree to this?" Terri asked, out loud.

"Because if you don't, I'll turn your little sister over there into the
biggest cum bucket slut in the country. I'll see to it that tapes of her are
the biggest sellers on the Internet. Hell, I'll give them away, just to make
sure. In short, you're the only chance your little sister's got." Danielle
told her.

Looking into her sister's eyes, Terri knew she that had no choice, she just
had to try to save her. "Okay, I'll do it, but no matter what, you let Lisa
go, I mean I'm the one you're after, right?" Terri said forcefully.

"I don't think so! This is a one time offer! Take it, or leave it, and if you
leave, you leave your sister with me!" Danielle told her.

Having tried to secure Lisa's freedom and failed, she saw no other alternative
than to play along. She took a deep sigh, and said. "Alright, it's a deal."

"Good!" Danielle said, delighted at having entrapped her nemesis, motioning
them over to the table and warning Terri, "If you try to get out of this,
I'll ..."

Cutting her off, Terri said, "I understand." Fully aware of what would happen
to her sister, if she didn't do as she had agreed to, if she lost the game.

As they sat down at the table, Danielle handed Terri a new, unopened pack of
cards and said, "I'll let you shuffle and deal, just so that you don't
complain that it wasn't fair."

As Danielle walked behind Ron followed by Carl and Mike, Lisa stood behind
Terri, as she began to shuffle the deck. As Terri began to deal the cards, the
room was totally silent. After all of the cards were dealt, Terri placed the
deck in the middle of the table, and reluctantly looked at her cards and
realized that she didn't have much. Deciding to keep her highest two cards,
the jack and queen of hearts.

Terri looked to Brian, and asked, "How many cards do you want?"

He replied, "Two."

Then she asked Ron, who also took two, and finally Andy, who took two as well.

Terri told them, "Dealer takes three."

She picked up her cards, and was relieved to see she that she had gotten a 3,
6, and 8 of hearts, giving her a flush. Looking around the table, as everyone
else looked over their cards, it was tough to read what they had, not giving
away anything with their faces.

Lisa looked over her sister's shoulder, saw her cards, and become hopeful that
it was enough to win. Thinking that she might be set free, she felt a great
relief, as her heart began to beat faster, waiting for the outcome of the hand.

Taking note that everyone had finished arranging their hands, Ron looked at
Terri and said, "Ladies first."

Dropping her cards to the table, face up to show them, she proclaimed
confidently, "I've got a flush!" The next to speak was Andy, throwing his
cards on the table, cursing "God Damn It! I just have two pair!" Knowing that
he'd been beaten, Brian said, "Sorry I've only got a pair." Terri then turned
to look at Ron, and held her breath as he laid down his cards down.

Lisa's heart stopped upon seeing the cards that Ron laid down on the table.
Terri lowered her head, unable to look at the others in the room. Brian seeing
Ron's winning hand, began to weep, knowing that his wife had lost this one,
and probably only chance at freedom, was now doomed to do any and all of
Danielle's sick perverted demands.

Mike and Carl complimented Ron on his winning hand, as they stood admiring his
Royal Flush. While the three men laughed and joked about the hand, Danielle
told Andy, "I expect everything that you've got on my slave, will be at Ron's
house, by 7:00 tonight. Oh, and if you try anything Andy, I'll see to it that
the girls aren't the only ones walking bow legged."

Knowing that she meant every word of her threat, he assured her that he would
give her everything that he had ever collected on poor Lisa. Being told that
he was excused, he left, knowing that he had just lost a once in a lifetime
opportunity. Brian was given the keys to Lisa's car, and was told that he was
late for work.

Now having seen Andy and Brian out, Danielle returned to the room, carrying a
piece of paper, an envelope and a pen. Placing the paper in front of Terri,
she ordered her to "Sign the paper, slave."

Terri who had been sitting there sobbing with her head down ever since she saw
Ron's hand, was still unsure how it could have happened, not wanting to
believe what this meant. Oblivious to what was going on around her, she was
brought back to the here and now, when Danielle began tapping the paper on the
table. Looking down, she saw that the devilish women had just placed her
letter of resignation in front of her. Terri finally looked up at Danielle, and
started to say something, when Danielle hissed, "Don't! Just sign the paper!
Do it for your sister's sake or..." She said looking over to the fireplace.

Terri found that she was unable to do as she had been ordered, and just sat
there crying. Angered by Terri's refusal to comply with her demands, Danielle
turned and told Carl to light the fireplace. She then asked Ron to get a wire
hanger from the closet. Danielle walked over, grabbed Lisa's leash and pulled
her over to the table. Forcing Lisa to bend, face first, over the table and
told Mike to hold her down. Danielle took the hanger from Ron, and began to
bend it and shape it. Finished having made the make-shift branding iron she
walked over to the fire place, and placing the wire into the flame.

Terri was aware of what was going on in front her, but was unable to speak or
move. She watched as her sister was bent over the table, in front of her, with
her head facing her and her eyes pleading with her to put an end to this.
Danielle removed the wire branding iron, holding it up to show them the red
hot metal. As she held it just inches from Lisa's ass, and only a foot and a
half from Terri's face, she offered Terri another chance, to prevent her
sister's from getting branded.

"Well Terri, are you ready to sign yet?" Danielle asked her.

Hearing no response from Terri she moved the hanger closer to Lisa's ass.
Feeling the heat coming closer to her back side, Lisa began to struggle under
Mike's tight hold. Seeing the fear and pain in her sister's eyes, she realized
that she had to sign the paper. Danielle watched triumphantly, as Terri lifted
her hand and signed the paper, as Carl and Ron moved around behind the defeated
girl. As Terri dropped the pen onto the table, having reluctantly signed the
paper, she saw the evil grin form on Danielle's face. Having gotten what she
wanted, Danielle then lowered the burning medal wire onto Lisa's ass anyway.
As the pain shot through her body, Lisa flailed wildly on the table, making it
difficult for Mike, who had his hand on her back while pushing her into the
table, and using his legs, to hold her in place.

Watching her sister being branded in front of her, Terri began to stand up
ready to stop Danielle's assault on Lisa. As she stood, her arms were grabbed
on either side by Carl and Ron, and she was pulled away from the table.
Hearing her sister's gagged screams of pain Terri began to scream "Stop! Stop
It! I signed the paper. Leave her alone!" she yelled as Danielle held the
scorching hot wire to Lisa's tortured ass, burning a 'D' into her flesh.

Finally removing the now cooling wire from Lisa's ass, she said "Bring her
over here."

Looking at Terri as she turned and walked to the fireplace, and again placed
the wire into the flames, she said, "Get her ready!"

Mike pushed the sobbing Lisa from the table onto the floor. Terri found
herself bent over the table, as Ron and Carl held her arms apart, and down on
the table, Mike put his leg across hers, as they hung over the table, and
lifted her short skirt up, revealing her G-sting and her garter belt, holding
up her stockings.

Pulling the wire from the flame, Danielle brought it into Terri's view. Seeing
the red hot metal, Terri began to plead with her, as she vainly struggled to
get away. Lying on the ground in pain from her own branding, Lisa just lay
there crying into her gag, arms bound behind her. Hearing her older sister
pleading with the men to release her, as Danielle began to push the wire
brand into her pale skin. Lisa wanting to help her sister, began to get up,
but was shoved away by Carl. As she fell down, she saw Terri's head jerk up,
and heard her loud, agonizing scream escape. She looked at the faces of the
men and Danielle, as they laughed at Terri's cries.

Tossing the hanger branding iron into the fire place, Danielle reached down to
the table, picking up the signed piece of paper, folding it, and placing it
into the envelope, then said to the men "Now you boys have fun with her. And
remember you "can't" possibly be too rough on these cunts." As Danielle walked
into the foyer, and then out the front door, the two sisters saw Scott and his
men walk into the house, carrying their equipment.

The girls where left there crying in pain, as the film crew set up and Ron,
Carl and Mike went to the kitchen to get some beer. The guys returned in
twenty minutes or so, laughing and joking amongst themselves. The two sisters
had huddled next to each other crying, as Terri held Lisa's nude body in her
arms, trying to comfort her little sister. Having finished setting up the
cameras, lights and microphones, the three men were told to start anytime they
wanted. Mike walked over and grabbed Lisa's leash, dragging her over to the
couch. He bent her over the side, her ass up in the air, facing the poker
table. Terri was pulled to her feet, and as Carl and Ron stepped away, she was
told to strip down to her bra and panty's. Terri looked around the room, and
saw that there was no way out, being shown what was to come, as she watched
Mike, who was standing behind Lisa, drop his pants, and step up to her rear
end.

Lisa felt Mike move in behind her, and expected him to invade her at any
moment, but she was struck by an excruciating pain, as Mike slapped her
directly on her newly branded ass, loving the sight of her gyrating body, as
he tortured the lovely bound girl. Unable to resist any longer, he drove his
cock into her cunt.

As Lisa laid there, bent over and sobbing from Mike's cruelty, she watched
helplessly, as Terri was forced to strip down to her underwear. Having taken
off her jacket and blouse, she noticed that Carl was removing his clothes in
front of her, as Terri slid her short skirt over her hips, and let it fall to
the ground. Now standing there wearing only her bra, panties, garter belt,
stockings and high heeled shoes, she looked back at her little sister, as she
started to undo her hose from her garter belt.

"Hey leave that on!" Ron commanded her.

Carl stepped up in front of Terri, and forced her to her knees in front of him.

"Suck it honey!" he ordered her, slapping her face with his dick.

Being an old pro at this, Terri took him into her mouth, almost without giving
it a second thought, and began to suck his prick. Lisa, still being pounded
from behind by Mike, watched as Terri began to suck off Carl, while Ron,
standing behind her, began to undress. Lisa watched the action in front of her,
when she noticed Ron pull five poker cards out of his shirt sleeve, and threw
them on the table. Lisa now realized that her sister had been cheated, and
began to flail around under Mike's pounding, trying to yell that they had been
cheated, to her sister through her ball gag.

Terri saw Lisa bucking and fighting the man who was fucking her, but thought
that the man must have had a very large dick, and was hurting her as he
pounded it home. She didn't know that her sister had been trying to tell her,
of the men's deception. Terri continued sucking on Carl's cock, hoping that
Lisa would be alright.

His dick was hard and ready for more, so Carl grabbed a handful of Terri's
hair, pulling her up and placing her on her back, on the table. He reached
between the redhead's thighs, grabbed a handful of her panties and pussy hair,
and yanked both free, causing Terri to cry out in pain. Carl, holding up his
prize announced, "Look, she's a natural red head!" laughing, as he tossed her
panties to the side. Lining his cock up with her cunt, he rammed it into her
in a brutal thrust. As she threw her head back and screamed, Ron shoved his
cock into her open mouth, muffling her screams. As she lay there on the table,
being thrust into by both men, she tried to hold herself steady, feeling like
she was about to fall off of the side of the table, as the two men pleasured
themselves inside of her.

Having exhausted herself trying to tell Terri of the deception, Lisa hardly
bucked, as Mike, having already cum in her pussy once, was working himself
stiff again inside of her. He pulled his dick free of her sloppy cunt, and
spread the cheeks of her ass apart, as he viciously drove into her butt.

Carl after finishing up shooting his spunk into her snatch, stepped away from
Terri to admire the incredible body, of the women that he had just enjoyed.
He then walked over and had a seat on the couch, next to Lisa's head, while
Mike was pounding away in her ass.

Ron pulled his dick from the Terri's gagging mouth, flipped her over, and
pushed her further up on the table. He grabbed her bra from behind, and ripped
it off of her. She was laying her face down on the poker table, her cheek
pressing against the cards, which were now scattered all over the table,
totally unaware that the hand Ron had been originally dealt, was the one that
she was pressing her face against. Having no idea that Ron had opened the
pack of cards, and picked his winning hand before resealing it.

As he sat on the couch, Carl began to pat Lisa on her head, while Mike
continued fucking her in the ass. As she lay there, bent over the table, Ron
kicked Terri's legs apart, spread her ass cheeks apart, shoved his prick into
her ass, and began to pump in and out feverishly. After establishing a rhythm,
in her virgin ass, he reached forward, grabbed a hand full of her red hair,
and pulled her head back up off of the table.

A cameraman man repositioned himself, to get a shot of Terri's face, screwed
up in pain, as it was pulled off of the table, by his yanking on her hair.
Contorted in pain, from the hair pulling, plus having a man's cock in her ass
for the first time, she was grunting and moaning in pain. Zooming in to
capture her face, he zoomed in on the poker card stuck to her cheek, it was
a joker.

Scott sat there admiring the sights as he watched the two sisters taking it
in their asses at the same time. The action continued for over ten minutes
before each man had dumped their loads into the sisters' rectums. Pushing Lisa
to the floor after finishing with her, Mike then pulled his pants back on and
took a seat on the couch next to Carl.

Ron, after pumping a load into Terri, stepped away from her, walked over to
Lisa, picked up her leash, led her over to the table, and bent her over it,
right next to Terri. Now with both women's asses hanging off of the table, he
motioned one of the cameramen over, making sure that he filmed the two sisters
bent over the table, and pointed out the 'D', branded onto each of their asses.
He then sat down on the couch with his friends.

After catching his breath, he spoke up, after telling Scott to shut off the
cameras for a minute. "Terri. Get up. I need to talk to you."

Terri began to pull herself off of the table. She had been with many men, and
had tried all kinds of things to keep those men happy, but she had never
allowed anyone to use her ass before now. As she started to stand up, she was
shocked at just how sore her anus was now. She pulled the card off of her
cheek, as she turned to face Ron. She looked exhausted. Lisa still hadn't
moved from the table, since Ron had laid her down on it.

"Okay I got a couple of choices for you to make here. Scott has an order for
another bestiality tape. But there is a couple of ways we can do it." he
paused, looking around the room, as the film crew began to pack up their stuff,
to move on to the next location. "We know that your sister here, is used to
the pleasures of the Animal Kingdom, thanks to Andy." pausing again as the men
in the room laughed, "But Scott's been looking for a red head for the film. So,
I could either let him use your sister Lisa, and let her old friend "Bull" see
if he can work his tool into her ass. Or..." pausing again for effects, as one
of the film crew opened the curtains. Looking outside, she saw the full grown
stallion standing out in the coral. "That's Bull by the way. Or you can fuck
him, as eagerly as you would with your favorite lover...." He stopped again,
and shook his head, "No, never mind. I'll just tell Scott to let "Bull" rip
Lisa a new one. I hope she won't be too injured." He said.

The statement was enough to draw new protests from Lisa, as she lifted herself
off of the table, and began to grunt out her objections, though muffled by her
gag.

Terri knowing that it would cause permanent damage to her little sister, and
she didn't want that to happen, asked, "Or what? What do you want me to do?"
not really wanting to hear his answer.

"Well, in order to spare her ass from "Bull's" piece of timber, this is what
you'll have to do." Ron said, motioning to the door, as a large Irish Terrier
was brought into the room, "You'll have to get it on this red head."

"You can't be serious, I would never have sex with that thing!" she exclaimed,
disgusted by the very thought, but having forgotten the alternative.

"That's fine, I'll bet that Lisa will be out of the hospital in a couple of
months." he replied, as he nodded his head.

A member of the film crew took Lisa's leash, and began to pull on it. She was
terrified by the thought of what they wanted to do to her, began to pull
wildly the other way, fighting for her freedom.

Terri watched her baby sister's struggles, and was again faced with the
knowledge that she had to save her. "Alright, I'll do it all. Just leave her
alone." she said defeated.

"Okay Terri, but you better go in there and make me believe that you want that
dog's dick in your cunt. If you don't do a convincing job, then Bull will. You
do understand, don't you?" Ron advised.

Taking a deep breath, she replied "Yes, I got it."

Lisa was escorted into the other room, while a woman came into the room, and
began to do Terri's make-up and hair. As she was being prepared for her
starring roll, Scott went through exactly what was expected from her. Finally
ready, and acknowledging that she understood what to do, she was taken into
the other room. As a final check was done on the lighting, she looked around
and saw the many people in the room with her. There must have been a dozen men,
not counting Ron, his buddies and the film crew. Lisa was sitting on the couch
between Mike and Carl. Carl had his finger in her cum filled cunt, while Mike
played with her tits, but Terri was having a hard time seeing them, as they
were sitting behind the lights.

Terri began the most degrading night of her life, at least up to that point.
She started out by standing in the middle of the well lit room, only wearing
her garter belt, stockings and high heeled shoes. She called to her co-star,
as Scott had instructed. "Buddy, Buddy come here boy." When he got to her, she
got down on her knees, and gave him an open mouthed kiss on his snout.

As Mike watched the scene in front of him, he leaned over in front of Lisa and
whispered to Carl "Shit, after watching this, I may not want to fuck her."

Carl leaned back over and whispered, "Well you just screwed Lisa, and she's
been with worse, and I didn't hear you complaining any."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, but damn, at least Lisa didn't beg for it, like
her sister is." Mike responded.

"Yeah, but once we get this on tape, we'll have as much leverage over Terri,
as we do now on Lisa."

Lisa having heard the exchange between the men, understood their plan, and
knew that she had to stop Terri. Lisa lounged forward, and diving out to get
to her sister, knocked over a light, and bumped into one of the cameramen,
before tripping on a cable and falling to the floor.

Watching the commotion off camera, and then seeing the light get knocked over,
angered Scott and he yelled, "CUT! What the fuck is her problem?"

"I don't know, maybe she's jealous her sister getting all of the attention."
Ron replied, pulling Lisa to her feet.

"Well get her the fuck out of here, will you." Scott told him. The light was
picked up and put back into its place, as Lisa was drug, kicking and grunting,
out of the room.

The last thing that she heard, as she was pulled away, was Scott saying
"Okay Terri, start over from the beginning, and make me believe. Ready ....
Action!"

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

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

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

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