Message-ID: <49460asstr$1097838601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: notmystory@kc.rr.com (notmystory@kc.rr.com) X-Original-Message-ID: <2c2d6aff.0410141957.4e10b9fa@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2004 03:57:48 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Oct 2004 20:57:48 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife 15-20 (M+/F, Blackmail, Coer) Lines: 1531 Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2004 07:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/49460> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar Everybody Love's Raymond's Wife (Chapter's 1-5) Warning: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it. This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Not My Story. Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the author, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites. Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. 'Everybody Loves Raymond' is syndicated and (C) to King World Studios West Inc. Usage of the characters here is in no way reflective of the real show or the actors in it, and in now way intended to undermine their values. Please! Send me your comments! Notmystory@kc.rr.com (Note to readers after doing some research on-line I have narrowed down that in the Second season the Debra character is supposed to be somewhere between 33-35 years of age so I am basing this story in that time frame FYI.) Chapter 15 Gianni had received a message to return to Mr. Fass's dungeon Sunday morning. He was scared, and called leaving a message he was sick. He knew that the break-in of his apartment was done for a reason, the only thing of any value taken had been the tape of his activities with Debra. He wondered how much trouble he was in, when the two large burly looking gentlemen came knocking on his door just an hour later. He had no choice, that much was obvious from the men's stern _expression. He was driven to the club and led immediately to Mr. Fass' office below. He entered the room, and immediately noticed the two beautiful women bound in the stocks behind the chair that he was instructed to sit in. Mr. Fass entered just moments later, carrying two newspapers in his hand. "Hello my friend, I'm sorry to have to call you back here this way, but I'm afraid that we need to talk about a few things." he said as a Amazonian blonde dressed in only heels and leather straps around her chest, served him a glass of scotch. Gianni looked at the glass disapprovingly, as he took it from her hand, his own trembling with fear. "Don't be afraid my friend, I mean no harm to come to you, but we must come to an understanding you and I." he said, motioning to the scotch. "Please this is my finest 32 year old bottle, it would be a shame to let it go to waste." he added, taking a sip from his own glass. "I'm sure that you know that it was my men who picked up the tape that I had given you. I'm sorry for the mess, but it was of course necessary. You see, you uncovered certain information from Mrs. Barone that I and my people were not aware of." he said, taking another sip. "As I have told you before, my clientele are some of the most elite people in the city, and I have made commitments to protect them, as they have protected me. We work together to ensure that people with our discerning taste can come together and enjoy all of the benefits our power allows. We would do nothing illegal. Well, I should say that we do nothing illegal, unless we have to, we are forced to. We'll do what we must, to protect our privacy, and to ensure that the secrets of this club and its members remain secret." he said sliding the two papers across the desk to Gianni. Gianni looked at the circled headline on the front page of the paper. "TWO FOUND DEAD IN ALLEY" it said in bold print across the top of the page. The second headline said, "MAN TORTURED AND KILLED." circled on its front page. Gianni's glass hit the floor, as he stared in shock at the papers. The message was clear, he knew that he was in serious trouble with the powerful Mr. Fass. "Please, please, stay calm my friend, as I have already told you, I mean you no harm. But you must understand what it means to keep the secrets of this place. It means you keep them all the way to your grave. It is your choice how long that is. As I told you earlier, I went to great trouble to pick you to work here, and I'm confident that you can be trusted." he said, motioning for the blonde to replace Gianni's glass. "Mrs. Barone was here against her wishes, this much you know." he paused. "She was blackmailed and forced to work here out of a real fear of what would happen if she didn't. This is information that you coerced out of her, during your time with her, and I can assure you, that neither myself, nor any member of this club had anything to do with it. I have a policy of hiring extra help, and she came into this very office, and told me that she wanted to do this, and signed a contract stating the same. All she had to do was tell me what was going on and I would have helped her right then and there. She helped these men to deceive me." he said motioning to the papers. "She is safe now, but she should have been honest to begin with. A close friend of mine has taken it upon himself to look after her. I am told that she will be home soon, and will speak of this to no one. I must make sure that you understand that that means no one. If you ever betray the secrecy of this place, you will be dealt with much the same way as these men were. Do you understand?" he asked most seriously. He waited, as Gianni stared blankly at the headlines in front of him. "I require an answer from you." he said sliding the papers off the desk top. "Yes, yes of course, I understand. I won't tell a soul, ever." Gianni said, still in shock, his hands shaking vehemently. "Good, I knew that you would understand. Take June here and relax, try to take your mind off these troubling thoughts, but never forget your obligations to maintain the secrecy of this club, and Mrs. Barone's indiscretions." Mr. Fass said, motioning to the nude beauty who had entered the room, and extended her hand to Gianni. ________________________________________ Debra knew Mr. Bradley, as did everyone in New York City's corporate elite. He had owned the company, that owned the PR firm, that she had worked for, when she did the PR work for the hockey team. He had toured their office several times, and had taken Linda and her to lunch once. She remembered dancing with him once at a corporate dinner. Thinking back, she remembered thinking that he must be interested in her. But that was ten years ago, surely he didn't remember her now. "Well Ms. Whalen, or should I say Mrs. Barone, would you please join me for breakfast? " he said staring contentedly at her. Unable to speak, she nodded her head, accepting his offer. She self-consciously got up from the toilet, checked her appearance quickly in the mirror, as she washed her hands. Mr. Bradley's eyes never left her body as she walked out of the bathroom. She was surprised when he pinched her ass, as she walked by him, and jumped from the unexpected touch. Mr. Bradley followed her out of the bathroom, and motioned her out the open door of the bedroom. She was directed to a plain bland room, with a metal table and a white tile floor. He pulled a chair out for her from the table, and motioned for her to have a seat on a cold medal chair. She did as he wanted, and watched as he sat down in a high back leather chair at the end of the table. It took only moments before two woman, dressed as maids, brought in two carts full of food. Debra looked at the two older Hispanic women, wondering if they knew why she was here. The room was cold, and sitting on the metal chair caused a chill to run up her spine. She noticed that her nipples were dramatically poking out the thin black tube top that she was wearing, as Mr. Bradley sat there staring at her. He motioned for her to eat, as a plate and silverware was placed in front of each of them. The platters had been lifted, showing a virtual banquet of breakfast foods; sausage, eggs, pancakes, muffins, waffles, fruits, and biscuits. She immediately felt a wave of hunger wash over her from the sight of the food and quickly stocked her plate. She had shoveled in a half dozen mouthfuls of food hungrily, before she noticed that Mr. Bradley hadn't even looked at the food, his eyes were focused right on her chest, and in particular her nipples. She paused, and looked at him a puzzled look on her face. She swallowed the food in her mouth, and waited for him to do or say something. Mr. Bradley gazed at her, remembering how young and vivaciousness she had looked a few years ago. Now she had a different look to her, still sexy, but more maternal, for lack of a better word for it. She looked domesticated and suburban. Her years as a wife and mother were obvious in her face and eyes, she was strangely erotic to him. She looked at him with a sense of fear and nervousness in her eyes. He reached out and took a drink of orange juice, telling her to "eat". She returned to cramming her mouth full of food, as fast as she could swallow. He knew all about her ordeals of the past week, and knew how hungry she must be. He sat and watched her feast on the food for twenty minutes before she finally seemed to slow her pace down. He clicked the button of the buzzer in his pocket and began to speak. "You know who I am, don't you?" he asked. She answered by nodding her head, as her mouth was still full of food. "Do you remember when we met Debra?" he asked. "Yes, you owned the agency. Um, you stopped by the office a couple of times, and we danced once at one of the company dinners." she said, swallowing a mouthful of food. "Yes, yes you remember. I took you and Linda, oh I forget her last name now, to lunch." he said, as she nodded her head in acknowledgment. "Did she ever tell you about what happened that evening?" he asked. Debra shook her head no. "Oh well, I'm sure that you figured it out. How else do you think she got promoted so quickly. All the meetings she attended at the main office. You're a smart girl Debra, I'm sure that you can put two and two together." he said, as she continued to shake her head no. "Yes, I'm sure that you can put it all together. She pleased me, and I took care of her. She helped me land some big contracts, and I took care of her. She got the message Debra, the same message that I sent you, that night at the dinner, when I asked you about getting ahead. You're not that naive, as to not know what I meant, are you?" he asked chuckling. She continued shaking her head no, thinking back to that part of her life. She had seen the signals, but thought that she was imagining things. The office talk of bagging clients by "bagging clients" was just talk, wasn't it? She couldn't imagine Linda doing anything so cheap, but now she guessed that she was wrong about that too. "I gave you every opportunity for advancement, but you never took that next step to greatness. You could have been one of the tops in your field with my help, but no, you just ignored me. Well now what have you made of yourself, a mother to three brats. A wife to a pencil dicked hack of a husband, whose idea of writing is generally seen in the scribbling's of a twelve year old." he scolded her, as she frowned at his harsh words. "You acted so prim and proper, but deep down, your just a damn slut. I mean here we have your college activities chronicled on tape. You and my people tell me 34 different guys, between the ones on the tapes, and the ones in the pictures. Then there was your other boy friends, the ones that we have documented here in you diary. Boy you better hope that you paranoid husband never finds this!" he said, holding up her diary from years ago. "It's probably best if I keep this for you. You talk about six other boy friends that you got friendly with, plus the stranger that you met in the Big Easy. So you tell your hubby about your flashing at Mardi Gras, but not about you fucking, huh?" he asked, flipping through the pages. She couldn't answer, as she sat there in shock from his harsh words. She had never heard him speak like this before, but then again, she didn't really know him, she thought. "Shit girl you're the biggest whore I'll have working for me, you fucking slut." he laughed, as he pointed to the TV sitting across the room from her. The screen flicked on, showing her in her bedroom, wearing a small skirt and a white silk scarf. It was the night she had role played for Ray! He was the airline captain, she the stewardess, he began speaking in his stupid accent as she rolled her eyes. The screen then flicked to the two of them naked on the bed, the covers had been kicked down, and you could see Ray's flabby back rippling, as he pumped his pathetic cock inside her, giggling at his own juvenile jokes, as he lived out his fantasy. "First let me say, what a fucking putz you've married. Really Deb, you could've done better for yourself. Secondly, how jealous would the putz be, if he knew that you had lived out his fantasy?" he said as the screen changed, showing her in the plane's lavatory, sucking a cock and making loud slurping noises, as she tried to please the man in front of her. "Here you are, sucking the life from this guy, and your hubby's got to beg for a half-assed hand job from you." he said, as the audio of Ray begging for her attentions came from the TV. "Boy you sure do like to bust old Ray's balls!" he commented as the new audio of Debra yelling at Ray, as the video began jumping from scene to scene of her sexual debauchery from the past week. "But you seem to lick all the other guys' balls slut." he observed, as scene after scene showed her doing just that, with multiple partners. Debra sat there, her eyes glued to the television screen, as she watched the quick thirty second clips of her activities over the past week. It was obvious to her, that several of the situations that she had been placed in, had been done so that the video could be shown on the Internet. Small tags were at the bottom of several of the clips, advertising this dot-com or that one. And all of the sites were very explicit in nature, XXXbang.com and others such sites scrolled across the screen. There was still unchewed food in her mouth, as her jaw dropped open, as she watched clip after clip of her performing the various scenes of depravity. Mr. Bradley got up from the table, and moved behind her chair, allowing her to stare at the scenes flashing quickly before her. "I could have let this all be seen. I could have left you at the dungeon, you would dead by now, had I not interjected myself into your situation. Now, you are going to work for me." he said, moving his hands to her shoulders. You are going to fuck or suck anyone, and any way, that I tell you to. That is your only choice." he said smugly. "You're being given a second chance Deb. You should have gotten the hints I gave you years ago. You can either do this, or go back to the dungeon, and finish fucking the farm animals. It's your choice, make it!" he explained pulling her small body from the chair. He kicked the small metal chair out from under her, and forced her, face down, onto the food covered table. Bunching her thin tube top up under her heaving tits, she found herself pressed into the food on the table. With one boob in a plate full of sausage and bacon, and the other pressed into a bowl of eggs, Mr. Bradley slipped his cock into her unprepared, but well used cunt. He pushed her face down into the plate of toast, as she grunted in discomfort and sorrow. The tempo of his strokes increased, as his cock grew more rigid inside of her. He was now salivating, his drool dripping on her back, as he viciously rammed his cock inside of her cunt. "You're a better fuck than Linda ever was! I knew you would be. You're such a slut. I love the feeling of stuffing my cock inside you, you fucking whore." he said hatefully. He pulled his cock free of her cunt, lifted it the few degrees necessary to push it into her ass. She cried out "No!", as he pushed his impressively huge cock into her incredibly sore ass. Mr. Bradley just laughed at her cries of protest and pain, as he pushed his cock even more harshly into her tight, unlubricated passage. He took his hand from the back of her head just long enough to grab a sausage, and stuff it into her mouth, before again smashing the side of her face into the toast. "Suck that sausage you whore!" he said, now pistoning away at full speed, into her ass. Chapter 16 Debra was in complete disbelief of her situation, as she felt her face being rubbed back and forth over the lightly toasted, and well buttered bread. Her body continued rocking back and forth on the food, covering the shiny cold metal table. Her flailing arms had knocked over a pitcher of maple syrup, and her stomach was now coated in the sticky goo. "Oh yeah!!!! I've even got some jobs already lined up for your fine little ass." Mr. Bradley said, again dripping his saliva onto her back. "You know, I think you'll close some really fine deals between these legs of yours." he added hammering his prick into her sore and abused ass. After several minutes of rapid pounding, he stopped, his cock buried in her ass to the hilt. Debra didn't move under him, expecting to feel the release of his sperm in her ass at any moment. He pulled his cock almost free of her sphincter, and then rammed it all of the way back in violently. He then again slowly withdrew his cock again, before repeating the process over and over, again and again. His pace continued to increase with each painful thrust. Her ass was unbearably sore already, and his painful thrusts felt like tearing daggers, slicing her tender ass hole apart. The pain began causing tears to streak down her face, as she again dealt with yet another assault. As his pace continued to increase, he missed on one of his strokes, and stabbed his cock into the skin around her pulverized anal eye. She screamed in pain, as he tried to jam his prick back into her ass. As she screamed in pain, he took a hold of her tossing head, and pulling her by her hair, brought her head up to his own. "Scream Deb! Scream for all that you're worth. There is plenty more where this came from slut!" he said, laughing in her ear. His hand now twisting her hair about painfully, as he violently forced his cock deep into her ass. "You're mine! Say it Debra, tell me that your mine. Tell me that you're my slut." he screamed, violently jerking her hair. "I'm your slut! Oh god, I'm your slut! Ouch!!" she screamed back at him, in pain. His seed erupted into her bowels, as he let out a howl of dominance over her. Before his ejaculation had ended, he had pulled his cock free of her ass, pulled her from the table, and forced her to her knee's, where he quickly thrust his still pulsing rod into her open mouth. "Eat shit Deb. Your own shit that is." he said, coming down from his own climax. "Clean it off!" he screamed, when she made no movements on the cock in her mouth. "Fucking lick it clean slut!" he commanded, twisting her hair in his hand. Debra had become all too familiar with the flavors of the juices that she now tasted in her mouth. Although still disgusted by the taste and the smell of it, it was more the conscious thoughts that caused her stomach to turn, than the actual physical act of sucking his shit covered cock clean. She ran her tongue around his prick, as she sucked the juices from it, making a loud, lewd slurping noise, as she worked on it voraciously. Mr. Bradley looked down at his new acquisition, and thought of how strange it was. In fact, she was older, and not as attractive as the woman that he was now using in his business dealings. If it not for the fact that he always felt like she was the little fish that got away, he probably would have left her in the dungeon. He had dropped the hints, and had others like Linda give her the hints. But she had been oblivious to them. Mr. Bradley was a man that got what he wanted, and he had wanted Debra. He was a little disappointed when she hadn't fallen all over him, but he hadn't pushed it, as he had bagged Linda instead. But once he had gotten his fill of her, he had instructed her to drop the hints to Debra. In fact, he had Linda and two other girls from the office tell Debra what she needed to do, to get ahead. But all Debra had done was to laugh them off. Then she met this Ray, and soon she was spending all of her spare time with him. He had moved on to other women himself, but always kept the image of Debra as the one that got away. She had been one of the few women in his life that he had lusted after, that he had not fulfilled his fantasy with. He then heard that she was the dungeon, and was on his way there, when he heard of the troubles that Mr. Fass was having over her not really being there willingly. He had wanted her for so long, that he feared that having only one shot with her wouldn't be enough, so he made a deal. He had bought her freedom, and paid well for it. The three slaves that he had traded for her, had been some of his finest, but as with all things, they where only possessions to be traded like any other commodity. While the business sense in his mind told him that he was making a bad trade, his other mind had plans of its own. When he felt that she had done as he had asked, he finally pulled his spent cock from her mouth. He then pulled her to her feet, bacon dangling from one breast, and eggs stuck on the other. He pushed her back onto the table suddenly, feeling hungry. Debra closed her eyes, feeling very sick, and close to vomiting. She now found herself lying on her back, on the remnants of the breakfast that she had been enjoying only minutes ago. Her back ached, as she lay on what she guess was a spoon and a plate in the small of her back. Mr. Bradley had begun to eat the food from her body, as she lay heaving underneath him. His tongue lapping the food from her skin was strangely erotic to her, causing sparks to shoot through her skin. His tongue lapping at the syrup, small nibbles on her skin, as he bit the food off her. She began moaning from his touch. He had dipped a sausage link into her cunt, before eating it in two large bites. He next licked the syrup from her belly, flicking everywhere at her skin, delicately touching her with his tongue's course texture. She lay whimpering on the cold table from her miserable position, and continuing agony. After several more minutes he finished his meal, having dined off of her body. Without bothering to clean himself up, or even pull up his pants, he moved back over to his chair, as she slid off of the table. "Take a seat slut." he demanded, in a cold uncaring voice. Debra took her seat, pulling the cold metal chair back to the table, she had also noticed that the monitor across from her was still showing scenes of her infidelities. She took a seat, and lowered her gaze from the monitor, disgusted once again by her actions. "I have told you already that I have gone to great trouble to free you from the dungeon, and the certain fate that you would have met there. You put the future of many people on the line, with your little escapade!" he told her, scolding her like a child. She looked up at him ready to correct him, to tell him that she wasn't behind any of it. But the look that she saw in his eyes, told her that it would only get worse for her, if she did. "Now I did this because I like you Debra." he said, a little more upbeat. "I also know that you're a hard worker, and will work hard to pay me back, right?" he asked her. She stared at him, imagining what he meant, and all the implications of it. "I'm right aren't I Deb?" he asked again, more annoyed now. "Yes." she replied, as she again lowered her head, not wanting to look at him. "You'll help me close some deals?" he asked, and paused, taking a deep breath "No matter what it takes, isn't that right Debra." "Yes." she again replied. "Good. Your only about six hours away from going home. You're willing to prove your commitments to me now, aren't you Debra?" he asked, again in a more sympathetic voice. Debra nodded her head, not able to verbally acknowledge him. "Look. I've gone to a lot of trouble, and expense, to make sure that I got back all of the pictures, videos, and computer disks, that they've taken of you. They show all of the shit that you've pulled behind your hubby's back this past couple of months. The men that `worked' you over are gone. I have it on good authority that the dead will have to walk the earth, before they'll ever bother you again. I've done all that I can do to help you get back to your family, and try to live a normal life again. All that I'm asking of you, is a little reciprocation for my charity. However, if you don't wish to show me your gratitude for my efforts, then perhaps I'll just return you to the dungeon, and see what kind of a refund I can get for my investment. I'm sure that they can gather another crowd for your `FINAL' show." Mr. Bradley explained. "No! No please! I'll do what you want, okay?" she replied, looking up at him with pleading eyes, "I'll do anything, just let me go back to my family please?" she begged. "I told you already, just do what you're told, and you're on your way home in six hours. Refuse and I send you back to the dungeon now. Who knows, maybe you can work out a deal there. I mean it's not like you would have a lot to lose at that point, you know.' he said, rubbing his thumbs together. "No I... I'll do whatever you want. I really just want to go home." she pleaded with him. "I want to help you, I do, to, ah, show my thanks for you helping me out, right?" she replied, trying to sound enthusiastic about it. "Really, well let's see if we understand one another Debra. As I told you before I've had trouble making you understand me in the past, so I want to make sure that we're on the same page." he said waving his arm in the air, "I send you home in a few hours you see the kids to sleep in your own bed, and enjoy your life, right?" he said, as she shook her head in agreement, as he spoke. "Now old Ray works five plus days a week down at the paper, from what,8 to about 7? Well that's okay, because you're busy with the kids, right?" he asked, as she continued shaking her head, happy to hear about returning to the life she knew. "That's what I thought. Of course, I understand the twins started pre-school at the church a few weeks ago. So you have about four, maybe five hours of free time, three days a week. Am I right Deb?" he asked her. "Yeah, that's right." she replied more apprehensively now, knowing that he knew her schedule. "Well you're gonna start going to the gym right after you drop the twins off. I already took the liberty of paying the next year's worth of day care, so that when they get out of pre-school, they'll go right across the hall to the day care, until you pick Alley up, and then them. Okay?" he asked, and paused. "Okay." she answered, trying to smile. "So you go to the gym down by the market, I have a membership card already for you. You go downstairs to the locker room, change into the clothes that I put in your locker, and then go into the office, right there in the locker room. It's a private gym, and no one you know goes there. I know the owner, and will make sure no one ever that you know will get a membership there. Anyway, you'll leave through the basement in the back, and pick up a different vehicle, that the owner will give you the keys to, and then do what you do best." he said with a smirk. "You close the deals for me, and I let you lead a normal life the rest of the time." he said, opening his arms graciously, "I may of course need to make other arrangements with you for special clients, but I know we'll work something out." he continued, and then waited for her answer. "Yeah, I can uh do that. I mean it would..." she paused, trying to find the words, "be what..." she took another long pause, "I mean it's the least that I can do." "Yes, I believe that's so." Mr. Bradley said, warming to her acceptance. "So you understand what is expected of you, in order for you to close deals for me." "Yeah. I understand." she replied passively. "And you're okay with that, as a way of paying me back for saving your marriage, family and life?" he asked, hoping to have her sound more willing. "Yes, I would, uh, like to show my, well my apperception for your help, of course." she replied, as yet another tear ran down her cheek, as she accepted her fate. "Really? Do you want me to trust you, to believe you?" he asked, standing and gazing down at her. Her top now bunched up under her tits and her skirt still bunched up above her hips. "Yes, you should believe me. I do want you to trust me. I just want to go home right now to my family, my life, as I haven't seen them in over a week. I'll do whatever I have to do, to get my life back, and save my marriage. Anything!" she replied desperately. "Well then, you had best prove it now. I plan on you closing some deals for me and you're going to start doing that today. I have had something come up, and you're perfect for it. You prove to me today that you'll do as you're told, and you'll be home just after dinner. I'll then trust you to go to the gym on Wednesday, like I said. If you fail me today, I'll send you back to the dungeon tonight, and ask for a refund. Do we understand each other Debra?" he asked her, pulling his pants up, and then zipping them. "Yes I'll prove it to you, I will." she replied, crying hopefully. "Excellent I think you should know that in showing that you will do what you're told and with whom you're told one of the deals you'll close today will be with someone of your acquaintance. I'll see to it that you identity is protected and they'll never need to know its you does this pose any problems for you?" he asked her his hands now resting on her shoulders. She hesitated as she quickly thought over her options or lack there of. "No. No problem as long as they won't recognize me." She said tearfully. "Good. Leslie prepare her." he said, as he walked out of the room. Debra was led out of the room by a tall blond wearing a leather corset. She was taken to the bathroom and cleaned up and bathed. She was clothed in a similar black corset, one that pushed her new, larger breasts up and out, putting them on display obscenely, and she blushed as she saw how obscene that they looked like this. After heavily applying a thick coat of red lipstick Leslie had her open her mouth as she held up a bottle of what looked like breath freshener. "This is a medical muscle relaxer that is used to keep the vocal chords from being damaged during surgery. I am going to spray some in the back of your throat it will keep you from talking, but should wear off in about three hours or so. I got to tell you it taste bad so are you ready?" she asked Debra. Debra nodded her acceptance, and Leslie sprayed three squirts down her throat. The liquid was vile tasting, and caused her throat to tingle. ________________________________________ Mr. Bradley hand changed his clothes and entered his office. Sitting in the fine leather chair, Mr. Whalen was reading over the contract papers that he had been presented with earlier in the month. "Thanks so much for coming Warren. I know it was short notice, plus it being a Sunday and all. Look, I've heard about your separation from Lois, and let me tell you how sorry I am to hear about it." Mr. Bradley began in his boardroom manner, confident and secure. "Thank you. I was just on my way to Europe, so I thought it was best if we met before I left. I have looked over you offer, but we're just not looking to sell at this time." he said, tossing the papers onto the desk. "Warren, look I know you think I'm trying to come in and wrestle control from you, while your going through some personal issues, but that's not really how it is. I made you a good offer, and with open ended options. I assure you that it will be to your benefit to sell now, before the divorce, and she gets half of everything. I have already been approached by her lawyers, and she wants to sell. I'm only offering you the deal now, to prevent it from getting ugly later." he explained. "What? That bitch has already had her lawyers contact you! Why I should let her drown in that hot tub, that blood sucking witch!" he replied angrily. "Yes, but I'm not the only one she's contacted. Her people have talked to all sorts of other interested parties. In the divorce, she'll get half, and that she'll sell anyway. Once she sells, you'll lose your 51 percent interest, and your shares won't be nearly as valuable to other buyers, as you'll lose control of the whole thing. Let me help you now, and avoid the quagmire later." he said, pleading his case. "I can't believe that frigid bitch would do this. I just don't know. Let me think about it a little." he said, gritting his teeth in aggravation. "Europe huh? What's on the other side of the pond?" Mr. Bradley asked. "Women other than Lois. Maybe I'll find someone a little less, you know, than the misses was." Warren said, still fuming over his new found knowledge. What part of Europe are you going to?" Mr. Bradley asked, trying to work in his plan. "Amsterdam!" Warren replied, his voice playful with the answer. "Oh Amsterdam! I love the city more specifically the clubs. I have memberships to several that I could arrange for you to get a guest pass to, if you'd like." Mr. Bradley offered, just as friendly as he could. Warren first shook his head, then, as though having a change of mind, began nodding his head in acceptance. "You know that may be just what I need. It's been a long time since I... well it's been a long time anyway." he commented. "Really! Well then, perhaps I could interest you in a sample of my gratitude. I have someone here this morning, and she's really wanting to prove to me that she can get the job done, so why don't you interview her for me, and let me know what you think." Mr. Bradley said, opening the office door. "No, I really couldn't, it's not me, I mean, it's, uh, well I just can't." Mr. Whalen began to say. "Please look at her before you make up your mind, okay?" Mr. Bradley begged, as he led him from the room. ________________________________________ Debra had been dressed as she had so many times in the dungeon. A corset, stockings, a garter, and heels. A collar had been placed around her neck, and then a leather hood was placed over her head. Her hair had been pulled through a hole in the back of the hood in a pony tail. Leslie had then taken the rings from her fingers, and put elbow length gloves on her. The hood fit over her head and neck, there was a large hole over her mouth and nose, to allow her to breath and use her lips and tongue. It zipped up in the back to close it tightly over her face. Their were eye holes so that she could see everything that was about to happen to her. Debra was then led to a room with a large round bed in the middle of two couches, on either side of the mattress. Debra was laid down on the bed, and Leslie instructed her to use her tongue. At first she wasn't sure what she meant, but then Leslie straddled Debra's head, her crotch above her mouth. Once Debra had began licking the other woman's crotch, she felt the blond begin licking hers. She was horrified by the description that Leslie gave her, describing her stiff lips and pulsing clit. The blonde told Debra how exited she must be, as she drove her tongue into the poor housewife twat. The door to the room opened, and as it did, Leslie spun to Debra's face on her knees. She told her to just keep licking her out, and if she doesn't make her come soon, she'll be sent back to the dungeon. She then returned to sucking Debra's stiff clit. "Here we are." Mr. Bradley said. "Oh my!" Warren said, seeing the two women licking each others pussies. "I, uh, I don't think..." he began. Debra's ears perked up. Of the voices she easily recognized Mr. Bradley's. The other voice she knew as well, but that couldn't be, she thought, wishing that Leslie wasn't sitting on her face, so that she could confirm her suspicions. "Please just watch the show, think about my offer, and if you decide to join in, just go for it. Leslie there is just seeing if Debra's up for the job." he explained. Leslie's legs closed over Debra's head, her thighs constricting over her skull muffling the sound's that Debra could hear. "Oh master, I think she'll need a good fucking soon." Leslie said, pulling her mouth away from Debra's pussy momentarily. "Debbie's getting quite excited from all of this." "I have a daughter named Debra." Warren said, enthralled by the show going on in front of his eyes. "Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot about that. Well, you can call her anything you want. Enjoy the show, and I'll talk to you before you leave." Mr. Bradley said, walking out and closing the door behind him. Chapter 17 After only a few more minutes in the other woman's embrace, Debra found herself diving her own tongue at Leslie's clit. Leslie's expert licking of her own clit had driven Debra to the brink of an orgasm, and she was driven to do the same to Leslie. She found herself on the brink of an orgasm for more than ten minutes, as Leslie expertly kept her on the verge of a climax, without allowing her her release. Leslie felt Debra's heavy breathing, and felt her body trembling under hers. Debra's efforts hadn't gone unnoticed by Leslie either, who had orgasmed once already. She wondered how Debra had liked it, as she was known to be quite the gusher. She assumed that Debra had found it enjoyable, as she never slowed down, and was now close to driving her to a second, even more powerful climax. Leslie had kept a close eye on Mr. Whalen, who was now stroking his erect cock through his thin slacks. She lifted her head from Debra's cunt, and smiled at him. "Debra would be more than happy to help you with that Master." she told him, clenching her thighs tightly around Debra's head. "Yeah I'll bet she would!" he said enthralled by the spectacle in front of him. He stood and walked over to the bed. "Yes it would mean so much for both of us, and she really needs the release. And I know that you'll find that you'll like it very much yourself." she told him softly, lifting up onto her knees "If you'll come over here Master, I will please you." she added passionately. Warren walked over to her. He no longer had any reservations about Mr. Bradley's offer. As soon as he was close enough, Leslie reached out and began undoing his pants. She undid his belt and then had his pants down to his ankles, followed quickly by his boxer shorts. His cock was in her mouth in less than 10 seconds after her disrobing him. She suckled his cock for a minute or two, while she helped him unbutton his shirt, and slip off his t-shirt. She let his cock fall from her mouth, as she leaned over and kissed him passionately. "Look at me, hogging you all to myself. Debra will never forgive me. Here let her have a taste of you, stud." she said, as seductively as possible. Leslie stood up quickly, being careful to keep herself between Debra and her father. "Get up get on all fours Deb, I've got something else for you babe." she said, as though the two women were longtime lovers. Debra rolled over, and climbed up onto her hands and knees. As she tried to look around the room, Leslie reached between her legs, massaging her engorged clit between her fingers. In response, Debra closed her eyes, and threw her head back in a lust haze, that prevented her from seeing that it was her own daddy who was about to thrust his cock into her mouth. Leslie motioned for Warren to approach her face, as she continued rubbing Debra's pussy. She leaned over and told Debra to "open up", and without even thinking any more about it, she simply opened her mouth, as she had become used to sucking whatever was placed in her mouth over the past weekend at the dungeon. As the cock plunged into her mouth, Leslie moved around behind her. She bent down, pulling a tray out from under the bed, and quickly slid between Debra's legs, as she drove her tongue into her cunt. The cock drove deeply into her mouth, and Debra had opened her eyes several times, between minor orgasms, but could only see the man's belly closing in on her face. His cologne was very familiar to her, and coupled with the voice that she had heard earlier, it scared the hell out of her, as she suspected that the man must be her father. Finally, after several deep thrusts, the man pulled back and free of her mouth. He took a hold of her pony tail, and pulled her head up, and looked down into her eyes. "Come on honey, that feels so good!" he said, plunging his cock back into his hooded daughter's mouth. Debra was petrified, but instinctually she began sucking his cock, as her whole body now went numb out of the realization that the man using her was indeed her own father, even if he didn't know that he was about to fuck his own daughter. Leslie began driving her tongue back into her cunt, distracting her from reacting adversely to knowing who her latest 'lover' was. Debra was amazed at her father's endowments. Though she had never seen his naked cock before, she had overheard her parents having sex, and had even sneaked up to listen to them going at it, when she was a teenager, living at home. She knew that her father would always bring her mother to several loud, screaming orgasms, as they enjoyed marital sex, but now she had a better idea of why, as he sported a long, about 8" in length, she guessed, and thick prick. While it certainly wasn't the longest, nor the thickest cock that she had to service over the past week of her sexual slavery, it was nevertheless substantial. She knew that there was no chance that she wouldn't cum, while he plumbed her depths, as they incestuously coupled, and was already ashamed of responding like a slut in heat, as he fucked her mouth, as she voraciously suckled on his prick. She was in total disbelief over what was happening to her. What was her loving father doing here, and why wasn't he home with Mom. Weren't they leaving for Europe today or tomorrow? Of course she had no idea that their marriage was on the rocks, and that they would soon be getting divorced, and she couldn't believe that her father was cheating on her mother. Leslie had dipped her fingers into an Oriental stimulant, and was now massaging it all over Debra's cunt, especially on her clit. After she felt that she had applied it sufficiently, she picked up a paddle and handed to Warren. "Give her a few good swats to warm her up, before you take her for a ride." she instructed him, "It will allow her to feel everything more intensely." He looked first at Leslie, then at the paddle, and finally at Debra's ass, which was sticking up high in the air, as if begging to be paddled. His first swat was gentle, and more of a test, than a true swat. "No, get her warmed up Master! She needs it." Leslie said impatiently. Hearing the pleading in the blonde's voice, he pulled his arm back, and let loose with a powerful swat. He needed no more encouragement to show this whore how a woman should truly be treated. He had never been one to go gentle in business, or in the bed. This hadn't been his first marital indiscretion. Now, with his divorce looming ahead, he had taken enough gruff from women, especially his wife, and it was time to give a little grief, rather than getting it. Debra's eyes shot open in pain and surprise, as the wooden paddle came down hard on her bare ass. She almost gagged on her father's cock, in reaction to the pain from the swat. "Who's your daddy Deb?" Leslie screamed, as she watched Debra's reaction to the pain. "Again!" she hollered out, encouraging Warren to continue. Swat! Swat! Swat! three more powerful blows followed to her already abused ass. She was in a pain like hell, and combined with her emotional distress, gave her situation the most almost unreal of feelings. She felt like a little girl again, as her father continued raining blows with the paddle on her increasingly pained buttocks, and at the same time, like the lowest of sluts, as she continued pleasuring her own father with her mouth. She heard Leslie continuing to encourage her father by screaming "Who's your Daddy!" repeatedly, as her own father kept saying, "How do you like that, you bad little girl!" as he thrust his cock even harder and deeper into her mouth between swats. "Okay. You've now got her warmed up. Its time to give her the ride of her life!" Leslie encouraged enthusiastically. Without any hesitation, Warren pulled free of his daughter's mouth, and moved onto the bed behind her. She tried to pull away, as her father began to slide his cock into her cunt, but Leslie grabbed her pony tail, and pulled her back, keeping her in position, as her father unknowingly drove his cock into his own daughter's cunt. Warren took the handful of hair from Leslie's hand, and used it like a handle, as he pulled her head back to him with each inwards thrust into her from behind. Leslie, in the meantime, had retrieved a pair of weighted clamps, and applied one to each of Debra's nipples. The 8 oz weights dangled back and forth below her, pulling down on her nipples, and causing the clips to bite into them even more harshly, as she rocked back and forth under her father's powerful strokes. Debra's repulsion over what was happening, was almost unbearable, as she had tried to scream out for him to stop, but due to the throat numbing spray, that had frozen her vocal chords, the few sounds that she had managed to make, could never have been taken as words of protest. She kneeled there under her father's brutal thrusts, as Leslie directed him on what she liked. "Pull her back to you by her tits!" "Yeah, grab that chain!" "Pull on them!" "Harder!" "Pinch her Nipples! She really likes that." in addition to many other suggestions for him, as he brought himself to a climax inside of his daughter's pussy. For all the shocking and terrible events of the ordeal, the worst had been her own reaction to her father's pounding. She had already been brought to a highly aroused state by Leslie's expert tongue, but between that, and the stimulant that she had spread all over her cunt lips and clit, it was impossible for her not to have a very intense orgasm, under her father's brutal thrusts. And even worse, she had two of them. Warren had reached below the busty whore, and grabbed the base of each metal clamp squeezing them tightly together. The pain was excruciating, as the metal clamps bit painfully into her tender nipples. He then tugged the chains and weights back towards his legs, painfully pulling her tits obscenely down into two perfectly shaped cones, as her nipples stretched out like rubber bands. She tried desperately to scream, begging him to stop, but as she tried to scream out "Daddy please stop!" the noise escaping her mouth sounded more like a dolphins squeal, and her father even thought that it sounded like squeals of delight. She had climbed that sexual peak twice, while her father worked to bring himself off. She hated herself for that, cuming as her father fucked her like some lowly whore. She was further distressed when she felt him spray his fraternal seed into her womb, as she didn't have any protection, and he could conceivably impregnate her. The groan that accompanied his release, brought further directions from Leslie. "Come up here, and let her clean you up Daddy!" she told him, as she helped Debra rollover onto her back. She had soon directed Warren into his daughter's mouth again, while she dipped her fingers into Debra's wet snatch, playing with her ultra sensitized clit again. She then took a finger, coated in globs of semen and juices from Debra's own sex, and slipped it into Debra's mouth. "So how does Big Daddy taste Deb? You do like his flavor, don't you Baby?" she asked, looking deeply into Debra's wide opened and panicky eyes. She then moved back down to Debra's crotch, slipping her fingers back into her freshly fucked cunt. She began moving her index finger between Debra's cunt and her ass hole, working her fingers deeply into each orifice. Debra lay there in panic, staring up at her father, the man who raised her and babied her. He had been so protective of her as a child, and yet, here he was, now stuffing his cock down her throat. She realized that he didn't know that it was his own baby girl who he was fucking, but still... Leslie had taken a generous coating of the stimulant, and placed it over her index finger, which she was working in and out of Debra's anal bud. Once she felt her finger finally sliding in and out easily, she worked in her second finger. Now with both her index and ring fingers spearing into Debra's sphincter she dripped an even larger glob of the stimulant over her buried fingers and began working it in the poor woman. Warren's attention had been drawn to Debra's now larger tits, the two huge mammaries had been pushed up obscenely, due to the corset that she wore, and her large erect nipples, clamped as they were, stuck out proudly at attention, on her tanned tits. He briefly looked into the girl's eyes, and for a moment, he thought that he saw some sense of recognition, but his train of thought quickly changed to the prone woman's naked body. He was obsessed with her chest, and soon he was sucking on her nipples, as though actually trying to draw milk from the large round melons. His cock had gone soft, but was quickly regaining its rigidness, as he suckled her nipples, while she continued to service him orally. Leslie had taken note of his regaining erection, and helped him to fully regain his erection by tickling his balls. When he was obviously hard, she began urging him to have another go at it, telling him that he still hadn't stretched her ass yet. She also encouraged him to maul her tits, while she got Debra's ass ready for him. Warren had dislodged one of the clamps on her nipples, and was biting on it, and had begun tugging on the other, trying to determine just how hard he would have to pull on it, to break it free of the nipple that it was clamped to. Finally, bored with her chest, he reached out and took the wooden paddle that was still lying on the bed. He smacked each breast several times, then turned his attention to her cunt. The first swat on her pussy caused her to try and close her out stretched legs, but with Leslie kneeling between them, this wasn't going to happen. He smacked her again and again, in short quick swats, holding the paddle just inches above her sensitive nether lips. Each strike of the paddle hit both of her lips. Engorged and aroused as they were, they were also flowered open, and allowed the paddle to make contact with her clit. The strokes sent painful shocks through her body, and up into her brain. It took twenty minutes of Debra's tongue skills to bring her father back to proper readiness, and as soon as she had him fully erect again, she was pulled over to the side of the bed, her legs spread wide, and pulled back and up in the air. Her ass was now at the proper elevation for being penetrated, and Leslie instructed him to stick his cock into her 'tight' ass. He actually pushed Leslie away, as he sawed his cock into Debra's ass, as she saw stars, the first strokes of her ordeal was so painful. Leslie came closer to the fornicating couple several times, but after he began to painfully pinch Debra's nipples, she gave up, and simply cheered him on from a distance. The pain of the anal sex that she was enduring from her father's cock was inconsequential to the humiliation of the incestuous ordeal. The ten minutes that it took for her father to fill her bowels with his seed, had allowed her the time to reflect on just how sick the entire taboo ordeal was making her. She wasn't surprised in the least, when Leslie told him to let her clean him off afterwards. She sucked the filthy fluids and licked the pieces of shit from her father's soiled cock, staring at him in disgust, as he again fondled her breasts. Leslie had tried to get him to go again, but he insisted that he was spent. She had offered to let him whip, spank, beat or bind Debra in any way that he might desire. But he still insisted that he was far too tired for any further activities with the two ladies. He thanked them both for their services and offered them money for their time. Leslie told him that wasn't necessary, and that it had been their pleasure, as she helped him dress. Debra just laid there, collapsed on the bed in complete denial of what she had just endured. Her father approached her when he was finished dressing, and pulled her face to his by her pony tail. He gave her a deep passionate kiss, burying his tongue into her mouth. He again expressed his thanks to the two women and left. As soon as the door closed, the one on the opposite side of the room opened, and six large black men came in, each holding his erect cock in his hand. Warren was met in the hallway by Mr. Bradley. "So, what did you think? Shall I give her the job?" he asked with a cocky grin on his face. "Boy I'll say, that was the best I've ever had!" Warren declared, unaware that he was speaking of his own flesh and blood. "Excellent! Then she's hired! So have you given my other offer anymore thought? I know that I can arrange for similar entertainment at any of our future meetings. And they'll do whatever you like." Mr. Bradley said, hoping not to have to reveal the identity of his newest slut, but willing to do so, if it became necessary. "Yeah, yeah, I have to screw Lois you know! I say let's do it. I think I'm looking forward to doing more business with you here in the future." Warren said, as his daughter began closing another business deal for Mr. Bradley. Chapter 18 Debra looked up as she heard the second door open, her eyes went wide with fear. She had already been through so much already this morning, that she wasn't sure that she could handle anymore abuse or bliss. The several orgasms that she had been given by her father's cock had drained what little energy that she had, and now she was exhausted. Leslie greeted the men enthusiastically, telling them that Debra had just done her own father, and that they were getting sloppy seconds. The group of well endowed men didn't seem to mind however, as one of the men immediately walked up to her, and unzipped her hood. He pulled the leather off of her face, then gingerly stuffed his cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on the dick with as much enthusiasm as she could. She looked up as one of the other men pulled her left arm up, and placed her hand on his rigid cock. Then another man, sporting the largest cock of the group, guided her right hand to his cock. "Smile Deb" Leslie called, out as a flash popped in the room. Debra looked up to see Leslie behind a camera mounted on a tripod. "I said smile! Now look over here and smile." Leslie told her, as she flashed another photo. Debra hesitated to smile at first, but then remembering her promise to do as she was told, and made her best effort to smile, while she sucked the cock in her mouth. She had noticed that the men had closed her hands over their cocks and were stroking them for her, but she was soon doing it on her own. She kept on sucking the cock in her mouth, while stroking the cock in each hand, as one of the other men began to climb on the bed with her. He moved in between the group of men, and worked his cock into her already well fucked cunt. The stimulant that Leslie had spread over her pussy was still wreaking havoc on the poor young mother, as she felt herself rise to yet another orgasm. Debra looked up and tried to smile around the cock in her mouth, with each of Leslie's request. After several minutes of her positioned like this, Leslie told the men to switch, and so they did. Debra was next pulled over to the lap of the man sporting the largest of the group's cocks, and worked herself down onto his massive tool, as he sat on the edge of the bed. Once he had established himself inside of her, one of the other men, who up to this point had only stood by and watched, climbed up on the bed, and stood next to her head. "Suck him, and smile Deb." Leslie told her, as she snapped several more pictures of her obscene behavior. As Debra turned her head to take the cock into her mouth, the man whose cock she was currently impaled on, laid back on the bed. Two more of the men joined in, and the three friends on the bed climbed over to her on their knees. Again her hands where placed on the cocks, and after only a few strokes, to get her going, she was jerking them off like an expert. Snap! Snap! Snap! came the sounds of Leslie taking pictures of her. She was happy with Debra's performance, and with her willingness to follow directions. She had all but given up on directing the men, as they had now lost all control, as they began using Debra however they wished. She could still get Debra to look up and smile every time she thought that she had an interesting shot, but the men were now in it only to get laid. Debra had been tossed back and forth from one position to another several times, moving from one man's lap to another's. Rolled over and taken doggie style twice, and forced to stand on her head, as one of the men pounded into her, almost jack hammering her head into the mattress. She had eight more orgasms while she serviced the group of men. They had taken her in twos, threes, fours and fives even. She would find herself sitting on one man's cock and having another stuffed in her cunt with it. This all happened while she sucked a cock in her mouth and stroked one in each hand. Sometime during the ordeal she had lost the corset and was now covered in the sweat and juices of herself and her six partners. She had been brutalized by these men for well over three hours and worst of all she while mentally and emotionally hating every moment of it she had been aroused and enjoyed every touch and pinch of the physical ordeal. She heard them discussing what they were going to do to her, as she was again shifted into a new position, and was shocked when they asked if she wanted to. The men had wanted to double team her, having one man stick his cock into her ass, and then having another take her cunt from the front. In the week that she had spent as a whore, she couldn't remember anyone ever asking what she wanted, or if she was wanting to do anything really. Unfortunately she knew exactly what her answer had to be, and so she answered yes, that she would love to, wanting to make things as easy for herself as she could. One of the men the one sporting the most massive rod, moved to the edge of the bed. Debra was guided over to him, and then helped down onto his cock. He took several strokes in her cunt, and then asked if she was ready for him to stick it into her ass. She found her body had really enjoyed the strokes of his massive cock in her over stimulated cunt, and was surprised when she heard the pleasure oozing in her voice, as she cooed, "Oh yesss!" She was equally shocked to find that she was finally able to speak, now that the muscle relaxer had finally worn off. "Okay honey." he told her, and helped her lift herself up off of his massive cock. Then he held her there, as she lined up his enormous cock with her anal sphincter. He asked her if she was ready again, she heard herself moan yes, and he lowered her onto his tool. She felt the massive prick penetrate her ass, as she held it in place, as she was lowered onto it. The initial penetration causing her to whimper, but after her rectum stretched to accommodate the freakishly large cock, she felt ripples of pleasure pulsing up throughout her body. He allowed her to bottom out on his tool, and then gently began rocking her back and forth on his massive organ. He kept this going for a minute or two, until Debra's labored breathing had slowed. "Are you ready for the other one honey?" the man in her ass asked her gruffly. "Oh yeahh!" she said, her voice sounding distant and labored, as she moved back and forth on the huge organ. As the second man neared her cunt, he also asked her if she was ready. He then asked her where she wanted to keep her legs, and was this comfortable, after positioning her? "Does this hurt?" he asked, and kept asking her questions, having her show her concern for her own comfort and willingness to proceed. "You really you want to do it?" he asked her, just before he slid his cock into her cunt. He thrust into her several times, before pulling all of the way out. His exit caused a disappointed sigh to leave her. "Do you want me to put it back in?" he asked, already sure of what her answer would be. "Yes please." she answered, no longer having to think about how to answer. "Ask for it then." he told her quietly. She didn't think twice, as she moved her head from side to side from the erotic pleasure that the cock in her ass was causing her. "Oh please put it back in. Please!" she begged, her eyes closed, and she was panting. "Put what back in?" he asked her, teasing the helpless young woman. "Your cock. Oh please put your cock back into me, please." she begged, as her forehead crinkled, as the man inside of her ass, drove his cock up into her bowels, with a gentle thrust of his hips. Having asked for it so needily, she got it, and he slid his cock back into her cunt, and began sawing into her in earnest. She orgasmed again inside of a minute, as the two cocks slid in and out of her in unison, inside of her two passages. It took five minutes, but then the man in her cunt spoke, as he was ready to explode inside her. "Oh baby, I'm gonna blow. Do you want to taste it?" he asked her, now breathing heavily himself. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" was her first response, so he asked again, "Do you want to taste it baby?" Finally, she made a recognizable response, "ye, yea, yees!" she finally got out between the two men's powerful strokes. He pulled out of her cunt, and stood on the bed. He gently turned her head to face his cock, and told her to open up. As he did, another man approached her from the front, and asked her if she wanted a replacement. She mumbled something, and since it was close to sounding like a yes, he drove his cock into her still gaping cunt. She grunted, as the new cock penetrated her, and began to turn away from the cock at her face. "I thought that you wanted to taste it, didn't you babe?" the man standing at her face said. "Yeah, Yeah." she replied in between pants, no longer able to concentrate on anything other than the cocks plumbing her depths. He again roughly guided her face towards his glistening prick, and asked her to open her mouth wider. She made an effort to open her mouth wider, not really thinking, as she was in a daze. His first stream went high, landing across the bridge of her nose. The second jet was more successful, half landing in her mouth, with the rest splattering on her chin. She finally opened her eyes, as the third stream jetted out, and landed on her forehead. She lifted her head in an attempt to try and catch the fourth stream, not wanting any more of the vile seed on her face, or in her hair. She had some success, as most of it sprayed into her mouth, but the rest fell onto her upper lip. He felt the end nearing, and pushed her mouth to his cock, slipping his cock into her mouth for the last several squirts of his seed. When he finally pulled free of her mouth, her tongue darted out and licked the cum from her upper lip. The truth was that she had done so, not because she enjoyed the taste, but because having the goo sitting there bothered her, but to the men, and to the camera, still taking shots of her slutty actions, it certainly looked like she couldn't get enough of the thick vicious fluid. She was rocked between the cocks again, until the man now in her cunt asked if she wanted a taste. However, since she was no longer in the throes of an orgasm, having come down from her sexual bliss, she nodded her head acknowledging her willingness, and apparent wantonness to suck some more sperm down. As he positioned himself at her face, another of the six men moved in-between her legs, while the man in her ass was still gently rocking her on his cock. His staying power was certainly impressive. Again she was asked to ask for another cock, and again she complied, though her response was now more tired and docile sounding. A fourth man had taken his turn in her cunt, and he too announced that he was ready to blow his load over her face. The man pounding the enormous cock inside of her ass finally moaned, and said that it was time for him to explode as well. She found herself pushed off of his lap, as she thrust her arms out, to keep her from falling to the floor. The man, his cock still inside of her ass, grabbed her hips, and began a forceful pounding of her anal passage. His gentle rocking was now a thing of the past, as he hammered into her sphincter with as much force as he could. He held her hips tightly, as he began stepping into each violent thrust. While she was being brutally anal fucked, she found her head being lifted, and a cock greeted her tearing eyes. It jetted a stream, sending it right up her nose. She began to cough, causing her partner to jab his cock into her mouth. Her body, now facing down, fought to swallow the vile fluid that was now surging into her mouth, before it dribbled out and onto the ground. The grunts that she was making between slurps of the cock in her mouth, were now those of pain, and not pleasure. The gigantic cock ripping into her body at top speed was causing her mind to blur again, from the rush of feelings flowing through her brain's nerve center. In the next five minutes, the pain of his assault had turned to something else, as she felt herself climbing the ladder of sexual bliss again. The man in her mouth had pulled away from her, and she was left alone with the huge cock pillaging her ass. She felt herself losing control again, and thought that she would lose her mind, as she began huffing heavily, trying to keep herself from hyperventilating under the constant pounding. She had her eyes opened, but couldn't see the men gazing at her glazed face, nor Leslie snapping off a steady stream of photos. Her eyes rolled back in her head, as the cock was driven into her rectum over and over again. "You liken this now baby?" she heard in her ear, and then she registered that it was the third of fourth time that she had been asked. She thought of her response, and as her mind tried to decide how to answer the question. She was amazed when she heard her own voice respond, "YES! OH GOD YES!" screaming out her reply in a sexy, husky voice. "You like it rough don't you baby?" Someone called out as she neared orgasm. "Oh GOD YES!!!!" she screamed out. You love to be talked dirty to don't you baby?" some one else ask her. "OHH YEAHHHHH!!!" She cooed coming down from a mind shattering orgasm. Finally the monster whose cock was stretching her ass to new extremes pulled free of her ass and roughly pulled her face to his cock. She licked him clean her tongue cleaning the juices and feces from his enormous tool. She found herself on the floor as several of the other men exploded on her nude form covering her from head to toe in the seed she had been told to open up and she had. As she turned her head to each man as he spewed trying to get the seed into her mouth. She lay covered in cum and sweat exhausted from the ordeal as the men thanked her for the fuck. She was shocked to hear herself tell them "No thank you. It was my pleasure." Chapter 19 Debra was taken back to the room she had awoke in. She had spent four and a half hours servicing her father and then the other 6 men. She was grateful to be allowed to take a long hot shower spending 45 minutes cleaning herself before stepping out of the steamy stall. She wiped the steamed mirror down and gazed at her new body. Her focus was of course drawn to her now greatly enhanced chest. She wondered just what size bra she would need, for her newly enhanced mammaries. At first she had convinced herself that she could just tell Ray that she had lost some weight, thus making her breasts look larger. But as she stared at her naked body, she didn't know how she could have ever thought that that would work. Her tits had gone from her normal, natural 34-B's to at least 36-D's, and, even if Ray wasn't that observant, she knew that he would have to notice a difference that big. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. her breasts had not only been enlarged, but the swelling had made them perkier too, and the small sagging that she had seen in them before, was now gone, as they stood out firm and proud from her body. She finally looked at the rest of her body in more detail. She had obliviously lost a considerable amount of weight in the week long ordeal. The constant sex plus the lack of rest, had caused her to drop at least 15 pounds, and her stomach had flattened out, looking more like she had in college. She noted her tanned skin hid whatever marks that she expected to find on her body, however, she noted that some minor bruising had occurred between her thighs, and that the lips of her cunt now splayed out from her pussy like puffy pedals of a large flower. Her wet slit was peeking out of the center of her thickened lips. She looked closer, happy to find no signs of the piercings that she had removed from her body earlier. The hickies and swat marks where all but gone, blending in with her now darkly tanned skin. She was troubled by the absence of any tan lines, wondering just how Ray would react to seeing her the way that she looked now. She couldn't believe the major changes that she saw in her own body. In addition to her stomach, she felt that her legs looked trimmer and more fit, than when she left. At least she had told him that she was going of to a health spa for a week of rest and relaxation. After giving herself a thorough inspection, she had to admit that she did indeed look better than she had when she left. She was amazed that after all that she had been through, that she looked so good. She had sort suspected that she look haggard, due to the lack of sleep, and would have had more tell-tale marks on her body, from her abuse. She inspected her ass, and other than feeling like her sphincter was still gaping open, like her cunt was, she couldn't find any real physical signs of her recent activities. She looked for her tattoo, but somehow it too wasn't visible. She knew for a fact that she had been tattooed, and wondered why anyone would bother to spend that long working on her ass, and not use any ink. She noted that her hair looked redder than she had ever colored it herself, and to her surprise, the skin on her face and chest looked smoother and softer than she remembered it having been when she left. Maybe all the jokes about sperm being a good skin lotion had some truth to them, she thought. She took some time and combed her hair, using some of that time to think about what she had done, and accepted her fate. She felt as clean and made-up as she could, before she left the implied safety of the bathroom, before going into the bedroom. She found all of her suitcases and clothes sitting on the bed. She was elated to see her own clothes, and felt some hope of finally returning home to some since of normalcy, to see her children and Ray. She looked through her bags, trying to see if anything was missing, but to her surprise, everything seemed to be in order. She pulled out some clothes to wear home, choosing some sweat pants, and a long sleeve sweat shirt. She dug out a bra, and was shocked to find that it fit her perfectly. She took it off and looked at the tag, and it was a 34-B. She looked it over and was sure that it looked identical to the bra's that she had brought along with her, but it was definitely wasn't a 34B. She noted that the stitching was over the top, and realized that someone had removed the original tag, and stitched in a new one. Well, she thought that she could still try to convince Ray that it was all just his imagination, remembering that she had fought with him once when he had suggested that she get a breast augmentation surgery, and hopefully he would still be too scared to bring up the subject. She finished dressing, happy that she looked almost normal, her new larger breasts not obvious under the baggy clothes that she wore. As she put the last of her clothes back into the suitcase, the door to the bedroom opened, and in walked Mr. Bradley. He sat on the bed, and looked her over. "Well Deb you have lived up to your end of the deal, and have already closed a huge deal for me. I am allowing you to return home, as we agreed, but I must warn you not to forget your obligations to me. You must show up at the gym no later than twenty minutes after you have dropped the twins off at school. I know that you won't disappoint me, my pet, and I'm sure that I know that I don't have to tell you what your failure to do as you have promised would mean to you and your family." he said, as serious as a heart attack. She looked at him, and saw the total lack of feeling in his eyes, as he gazed at her, like she was his newest possession. She took a moment to think of a response that would please him. "Yea I know. I want to, uh, help you, uh, to repay you, for all of your help in, um, getting me out of trouble. I mean, I really owe you a lot, and will do whatever I can to repay you, for all of your help." she stammered, trying to think of things to please him. She stared into his eyes, hoping to see some sense of how he took her response. He stared back at her with a real poker face, not allowing any emotion to be seen. "I have found out that Ray will be home when you get there, I guess your friends had promised him some sort of golf trip out of town, but have been permanently indisposed, and unable to finish the preparations for his trip. I don't know if you knew this or not, but they had planned to show Ray all of your greatest videos and photos, when he made it to Florida. I have of course made sure that Ray won't have to see your abhorrent sluttish behavior. But you'll have to deal with him this week I am afraid." he told her coldly. Debra listened to this new information, shocked to hear of her former captors plans, and thankful that he had put a stop to them, but worried about having to explain things to Ray so soon. She looked down at the ground, as she began to contemplate all that he had just told her. She knew that he had done her a great favor, no matter what he required of her in return. She then thanked him for not letting Ray see those filthy videos and photos. With just a few more words, reminding her of what was he expected of her, he sent her home. Debra drove up in front of her house, thankful to be home again, a place where she had many times during the past week thought that she would never see again. She sat there in the car, trying to calm herself down, before going in. When she finally went in, it was as though she had never left. Marie was in the kitchen preparing dinner, Frank was in the living room with the kids, watching television, and Ray and Robert hadn't made it home from the ball game yet. She took her bags up stairs, as Marie made one of her usually rude remarks, and Frank grunted his acknowledgment of her returning home. She came down and spent an hour with the kids, just happy to see them. At the end of the hour she had enough of Marie, however, and retreated to her bedroom, just before Ray and Robert got home. Ray came upstairs to tell her that dinner was ready, but she had almost had a nervous breakdown by that point, and told him that she was just going to lie down and rest. She claimed it had been a long and exhausting day, and that she just wanted to rest. At first she was relieved that Ray had commented on her appearance, and in missing her, but then her disappointment turned to anger and hurt. She had been gone for a week and endured so much to protect her family and marriage but Ray hadnít even missed her. Ray came to bed just after ten and after unsuccessfully trying to nudge her awake he began moving his hands over her body. She responded as she had in the past by slapping his intrusive hand away and rolling over. Ray knew his odds of coaxing sex from her once she had achieved this level of rest was almost non-existent and so he lay down accepting his fate he would wait another day to have sex with his wife. Debra had awaken when Ray entered the room but instead of acknowledging his presence she played possum pretending to be in a deep sleep. She felt his hands wonder over her body and she froze, if she had sex would he know her cunt was still engorged and the lips of her cunt still puffed out from the copious amounts of sex as well as the drugs she had been injected with. She panicked and pushed his hand away rolling over away from him. She held her breath hoping he would leave her alone. She lay and waited thankfully he to rolled over and was quickly asleep. She lay there thinking over the events of the past week and what the future held for her. She was home in her bed laying with her husband a place she had thought she would never see again just a day ago. She was thankful for all Mr. Bradley had done for her she knew he had saved her life. She had no doubt that had she refused his offer Robert would be called to the seen of a homicide finding her as the victim, But how much would it cost her was yet to be seen. She fell off to sleep sometime in the wee hours of the morning. She awoke to the kids jumping on the bed Ray had already left for work. She feed and washed the children happy Frank and Marie hadnít shown up yet. When she showered herself she dressed as baggy as possible and found the phone ringing as she ran out of the bathroom. Marie had picked up already and Debra heard the voice on the other end asking to speak to lady of the house. As Marie began to say ìOh I guess that would be me.î Debra interrupted her from her receiver. ìThatís Okay Marie I got it.î Debra chimed in annoyed by Marie. ìOh sorry Dear I didnít realize you had bothered to get up yet.î Marie said. ìYes Marie Iím up and Iíve got this thank you.î Debra said tempted to give her a piece of her mind. She simply replied ìThanksî she waited and finally said ìMay I help you?î still not having heard Marie set the phone down. ìYes maim my name is Bradley and I am calling on behalf of the Good will store.î He began to say Debra recognized the voice and knew she needed to get Marie of the line. ìMarie I said Iíve got this.î She said sternly. The click of the other phone was quick and she answered Mr. Bradley ìYes how may we help.î She said hoping Marie had really hung up the phone. ìWell weíre calling today to see if you have any old clothes BRAS on LINGERIE you would like to get rid of or need exchanged I will have a truck there in half an hour and you could pick up the others on Wednesday.î He said still talking as though he was from the Good will. Debra had understood what he meant and happily accepted his offer to modify her remaining clothes to perpetuate her lie. ìYes that would be greatly appreciated.î She answered. ìAnd I show you are donating some time on Wednesday can we still expect to see you at that time?î he asked the real question obvious. ìYes Iíll be there as promised.î She said before the line went dead. Debra quickly gathered her remaining bras and lingerie that now did not fit and stuffed them in an old knitting bag she had never used. She then stuffed two sweaters she had bought Ray but the dope had never bothered to wear on top covering up what else was in the bag. Debra descended the stairs to find Frank watching the television as the Kids ran around playing. Marie was in the kitchen inspecting what Debra had feed them for breakfast. ìOh the Kidís had cereal huh. You know Ray came over and had sausage and eggs. You know itís important for a working man to have a full stomach before starting there day.î Marie said in her normal demeaning manner. Debra simply nodded afraid that if she verbalized a response it would get out of hand. She hurriedly made a picnic Lunch for her and the kids before announcing they where going to the park for the day. She met the man from Good Will at the back door and gratefully gave him the bag of clothes. Debra loaded the kids and left in a hurry as Marie tried to coax Frank into getting up so they could join them. At the park Debra sat and enjoyed watching her children play. She tried to look on the bright side thinking she should count her blessings instead of horror she had endured. But as she sat watching the kids she looked up to see a young man looking in her direction. Her mind began to race. Was he looking at her? Did he recognize her from somewhere? Did she remember him from the club? Had she fucked him earlier in the week? Wait was he even looking at her? She tried to take her mind of it deciding her hadnít really been looking at her. As she sat out the food for there picnic she noticed a police officer walking by she noted him staring in her direction and again her mind raced with questions. Did he? Had she? Was he? Then he began walking towards them as they ate there launch. She was about to jump out of her skin when he walked right by them steal staring of into the distance. Her paranoia grew as the day went on and she wondered if she recognized this man or that one. She tried not to think about it but found it hard to put the worries from her mind. She finally decided to take the kids to the movies hoping that a dark theater watching a childrenís movie might make her feel more comfortable. The movie ended and she had found a little rest in the theater. A cat call outside the complex had worried her till she saw the two teenagers embrace just in front of her. She returned home that night and the guilt of putting Ray off began to weigh on her mind. She had screwed hundreds of time in the previous week denying no one her pleasures. But now at home she hadnít even let her husband touch her. She resolved then to make love to Ray that night and to make it special in order to redeem herself for their marriage. Chapter 20 Tuesday morning, after dropping the kids off, Debra sat in her car, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. She had been so determined to pleasure Ray, and to at least, in her own mind, redeem what she could of her marriage. Although he had no idea of her infidelities, she couldn't help but to feel as though somehow, deep down inside, he did know. She had refused him her charms, even though over the past week she had been used by so many others, that she figured that she had as much sex in the past week, as she'd had with Ray during their entire marriage and courtship. She was now determined to show her love and devotion to him that night. He had called ahead in the late afternoon, saying that he would be late getting home. She used that extra time to prepare herself for him. She had made herself as pretty for him as she could, even applying perfume and make-up, like she would if they had gone out for dinner alone. She knew that he wouldn't be happy with her wearing a sweater or a jacket, but she needed to wear one of those, so as to minimize her enlarged breasts. She hoped that she could take his mind off of that by wearing her shortest skirt, and giving him constant flashes of her tanned and shapely legs. She had fed the kids and put them to bed early, and then prepared Ray's favorite dinner, lemon chicken. She dimmed the lights, and put out some candles, to give the room a romantic atmosphere. When he came home, he was surprised to find the lights dimmed, and table set with the good china and crystal plus the candles. Debra playfully told him how lonely she had been, having spent the week away from him. She then suggested that he keep his family away tonight, so that they could spend some private time together, leaving no doubt in his mind as to exactly what she meant by that. Ray quickly called his mother, and told her not to come over tonight, as they needed some private time, after Debra's trip. He then locked the front door, licking his lips in anticipation of the night's upcoming events. Dinner went by quickly, as Ray scarfed down his meal, anxious to get upstairs to their bedroom with his wife. Although lemon chicken wasn't indeed his favorite anymore, he had never gotten around to telling Debra that, since it was the one thing that she could cook relatively well. While he ate, she noticed that was he was openly staring at her body. She felt uncomfortable, dying inside, as she thought to herself that he must see more of the differences than she had hoped he'd notice. She tried her best to tease him, by crossing and uncrossing her legs, as seductively as she could, making sure that he caught glimpses of her sexiest black panties. Since she came back from her trip to the spa, she looked good, real good, with her skin tan, and her new, redder colored hair. Her baggy sweater did little to hide her breasts, and he while he knew that her chest looked bigger, she had fluffed it off, telling him that her boobs were no bigger than when she had left, it was just that they appeared to be bigger, between her weight loss and having toned up her body some. Having remembered the trouble that he had gotten into a year ago, when he had suggested that she get a breast augmentation, he left it alone, not wanting to get into another fight over her tit size, especially not tonight, with the promise of an amorous evening to come. When she got up and kissed him, he thought that there was something different about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. She whispered to him that she would be waiting upstairs for him. He quickly jumped up from his chair, and chased her up the steps, eager to bed her. He had grabbed her ass as she ran up the stairs. She hadn't objected, as she had always done in the past, and wondered if he noticed that as well. She had coaxed him into the bathroom, so that she could undress and get ready, without him seeing her naked, hoping to delay his seeing all of the changes to her body at one time, so soon after returning, and to allow for the bruises to disappear. She could hear him rushing through his routine, and knew that she was running out of time. He was in and out of the bathroom in record time, finding her naked under the covers, with lights off, and two small candles giving the room a dim glow. He sat on the side of the bed, taking off his watch, and started to tell her how much he had missed her over the past week, and rambled on about the roles that he wanted her to play, in their little sex game. She moved eagerly across the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck, and suggested that she simply play the part of a lonely young housewife, who missed her husband very much. He began to pant, as she cooed the scenario into his ear, while nibbling on his ear lobe. She continued kissing him, as passionately as she could, as he slipped his t-shirt off, and then his shorts, preparing to make love to her. She took his cock into her mouth, in an effort to help him get hard, but after just a couple of moments, he pulled her off of his prick, almost ready to blow his load. She then climbed on top of him, and used her hand, to guide his cock into her willing cunt. She drove her cunt down onto him, hoping to relish the familiar feeling of her husband's cock inside of her, but after the second thrust, she felt disappointed, she felt almost empty, with his relatively small prick inside of her. She could barely feel his cock inside of her, after having serviced so many really large cocks over the past week, and especially those of the black men, who had been the last to fuck her, just before she came home. The physical feelings weren't all that she felt was lacking in the excitement of their coupling. She realized that there was something about a new and strange cock, plus the thrill of being forced to do something that she didn't want to do, that just wasn't there. She hated to admit it to herself, but she actually missed it. She was brought out of her trance, when he said that he was about to explode. She wasn't ready for it to end, as she was horny as hell, and not even close to having her own climax. She rolled off him, not wanting him to cum just yet. He moaned and complained, as she climbed off of him, asking her what she was doing, as he was just about to cum. She kissed him passionately, and asked him if he'd like to do her doggy style? He had begged her so many times to do it that way, but she had only once or twice allowed him to fuck her in that fashion. He mauled it over for a second, as she drove her tongue into his mouth, before deciding that the rare opportunity that she was offering, was impossible to pass up. He moved in behind her, and was surprised at how adeptly she guided his now slightly less than fully hard cock into her pussy from behind. But it was just a fleeting thought, as he thrust into her forcefully, or so he thought, overjoyed to have her so willingly suggest that they do it this way. She was again temporally pleased by the feel of his cock inside of her, but again it faded quickly, as something was missing, it just wasn't fulfilling. She wanted to cum so badly, but he just wasn't doing it for her. This was all that she had wanted the whole week that she was gone, but now it just wasn't enough for her anymore. Ray held out for another minute or so, before he had a mild climax inside of her. In fact, had it not been for his moaning, and his exclamation of the event, she might have missed it altogether. He then pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed. Debra wasn't really thinking just then, as she was distracted by her thoughts of not being fulfilled, and why she wasn't enjoying it. So, acting out of instinct, from her previous week's training, she crawled over to his lap, and started to slip his wet, spent cock into her mouth. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked in surprise and was shocked by her actions. She had never done anything like this before, and he was startled by it. "I just thought that you might want to go again, you know, maybe try a new position, or well, you know." she said, thinking quickly, as she snapped out of her trance like state. "What are you nuts!" he exclaimed, startled by her wanton attitude. "No. I just thought, well, I was just trying to make you happy." she said confused. "Huh, you're what? I mean I'm tired now, I worked really hard today." he said as he saw the disappointed look on his wife's face. He rolled over, and closed his eyes, not really sure what had gotten into her. Debra, frustrated over being left high and dry, just lay there, until she could hear Ray's breathing become shallower and regular. She then got up, reached into her night stand, took her vibrating dildo out, and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, so that if he did get up, he couldn't sneak in on her, while she pleasured herself. As she sat down on the toilet, she began to cry, realizing that all the sex that she'd been forced into having over the past week, almost ten days really, had ruined it for her to ever have anything like normal sex again with Ray. Her pussy had been really stretched out between the constant sex and the number of much larger than average cocks that she'd been forced to service, so that Ray's cock now was barely even noticed inside of her love tunnel, as he fucked her. In addition, all of that forced sex, had had an affect on her psyche, that she hadn't even realized was happening, while it was occurring. It was only now, as she was making love with her husband, did she realize that she had been turned on, by being forced to have sex with total strangers, men that she had never seen before they had sex with her. She cried her eyes out for fifteen minutes, as the thoughts of having a sexually unfulfilled marriage flowed through her head. She then turned on her vibrating dildo, on high, and started out by working the tip of the eight inch long plastic phallus against her clit, until she came for the first time. It was a pleasant climax, but not spectacular, and so she began working the dildo into her pussy. She was wet enough, that it easily slid all the way into her cunt, and she was soon pounding it in and out of her as fast as she could. Her second orgasm was better, much better, though she realized that it too was much larger than Ray, and outside of her liaisons outside of the house, that it would probably become more and more important to her, as she just knew that her husband's small equipment wouldn't be able to satisfy her any longer. She loved him, the children and their lives together too much to divorce him because his cock was too small, and so she resigned herself to having to pleasure herself, if she were to have anything resembling a satisfactory sex life. As she pounded the dildo into her cunt, working herself towards a third orgasm, with her other hand, she began squeezing her tits, as hard as she could, until it was actually painful. To her horror, she realized that the rougher she got, the faster that she moved along towards another climax. In spite of this realization, she switched from grasping her breasts, to pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples, as it was even more painful, at least the way that she was doing it. She must have sat there on the toilet seat for almost an hour, pounding her pussy with the vibrating dildo, while she tortured her nipples. She had cum dozens of times, and the only reason that she stopped, was because the batteries died. She cleaned herself and the dildo, before quietly going back to bed, slipping the now clean and dry dildo back into the drawer, and herself back into bed, without disturbing her sleeping husband. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+