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Subject: {ASSM} My Rapist - NC, MF,  MMMMMMMF, MMMF, ws, Bondage, Piercing
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Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2007 09:10:01 -0500
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My Rapist;
The Worst Thing That Can Happen?


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To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.



It is every woman's worst nightmare. It happened to me today. I
went to the mall in the morning. I didn't really need anything.
It's just fun to look around. My chores were done and I didn't
have anything to do, except stop by the grocery store on the way
home and pick up a few things. 

I looked around at some cute outfits. I couldn't afford them and
I didn't need them but it was fun to look. It would have been
more fun if I had someone to go with. But since I graduated from
high school six months ago it seemed like most of my friends had
either gone away to some university or other, or had gotten
married and moved away, or gone to work. 

My husband, Sean, had a good job and, though you couldn't say we
were well off we didn't lack for any of the necessities and Sean
didn't think I should go to work right away. I was never much of
a student, so advanced education wasn't in my future. I would
probably get a job eventually, but I didn't really have any
skills, so people weren't calling me up and offering me jobs. I
was just going to take it easy for a while and see how things
worked out. 

So I was alone. The only thing that I bought was a magazine and
then I headed for the grocery store. It was Monday and normally
Monday mornings are a pretty good time to shop. It was busier
than usual today though. I was half way down the row in the
parking lot before I found an empty space, so I went a head and
drove a little farther so that I could park near the cart return.


I went in and bought the items I needed. It wasn't much. Milk and
bread and a few odds and ends. So few items that when I left the
store I didn't even use a cart. It was a nice day, so I didn't
mind walking half way across the parking lot. I wasn't getting
much exercise lately anyway. 

I used the trunk release button on my key fob and dropped my
groceries in the trunk. Then I walked around to my door to get
in. I was startled by a sudden noise behind me and before I could
even look to see what it was I had a hand clasping my mouth and a
very large knife was being held in front of my face. 

I can't fully explain the feelings I experienced at that moment.
I was truly terrified for the first time in my life. I was
helpless, and totally under someone else's control. That is a
terrible feeling. I was so scared I could hardly breathe.

I never even considered resisting. The man guided me slowly
backwards and through the side door of his van. It was one of
those windowless, work vans. There was a blanket blocking off any
view from the front. We were in a totally private room in a
public parking lot.

Once I was on my knees in the van and the door was closed the man
held me close and whispered in my ear, "Are you going to be good
if I take my hand away from your mouth?"

I fully intended to do anything and everything he told me to do
as long as he had that huge knife he was holding in front of my
face. More than anything else, I just wanted to live. Nothing
else mattered.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Myra," I whispered.

"How old are you?" he wanted to know.

"Eighteen."

"A child bride? How long have you been married?"

I was so terrified I couldn't even remember!

"A few months," I finally stammered in response.

"You are very beautiful," he said.

That didn't seem to require an answer, so I stayed on my knees on
the mattress which covered the back of the van and waited to see
what the man wanted. Well, I was pretty sure that I knew what he
wanted. I was just praying that I would survive it. I prayed that
he wouldn't drive me somewhere and rape me and kill me. 

That part of my prayer was answered. We stayed right there in the
parking lot. He asked me, "Do you want to take your clothes off,
or do you want me to cut them off?"

What I wanted was to get in my car and go home. That wasn't one
of the options he was offering me. So I took a deep breath and
pulled my t-shirt off, carefully. I set my shirt aside and he
ordered me to turn so that he could better enjoy the show.

I turned so that I faced the man who had pulled me into the truck
and saw him for the first time. He was a rough looking man who
appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. He looked
like the kind of man that might show up if you called for a
plumber or carpenter. The main difference was the undisguised
look of lust on his face. 

I reached behind my back and unfastened by bra. I dropped it on
my shirt and reached for the button on my shorts. The man's rough
hand reached out and explored my breast and I hesitated while he
held my sensitive breast. He squeezed it lightly, for a moment
before concentrating on my nipple. He pinched my nipples and
pulled on them, first one and then the other. It bothered me that
they got so hard, so fast. I knew that it was not something I
could control, and that it certainly didn't mean that I was
getting excited. I just didn't want him to think that I was.

He finally released my nipples and I finished unfastening the
button on my shorts and pulled down the zipper. I had been
sitting on my heels, but now I straightened out and pushed my
shorts and my panties down together. I sat down on the mattress
and slid my sandals off and then pushed my shorts down my legs
and dropped them onto my other clothes.

The man reached out and pushed my legs apart and stared at my
naked body for a while. A long while. He was only wearing a
t-shirt and gym shorts and the bulge in his shorts was obvious. 

He told me that as long as I continued to behave that he would
set the knife aside. He didn't really need the knife. He was
twice my size. I just nodded, grateful that it was out of my face
and I was no longer an inch from being scarred for life. Or
killed.

I looked away as he undressed. He was quickly naked and he
stretched out beside me and pulled me down and we made out like
lovers for a while. I didn't respond at first, but a quick threat
was all it took to make me return his kisses. He kissed me,
gently at first and then with more and more passion, all the
while moving his hands over my body. 

We went on like that for a long time before he put his hand in my
hair and started guiding my head. He instructed me to kiss and
lick as he guided my mouth around his torso. He liked having me
suck his nipples. He even made me lick his armpits, which,
thankfully, were clean. I didn't mind this part so much. I didn't
like it, but I knew where it was going and I wasn't anxious. I
still had not looked below his waist. I didn't want to see his
penis. 

I was not sexually inexperienced. I had become sexually active
when I was a sophomore, at the age of sixteen. I had had sex with
a half a dozen guys in high school before I got engaged to Sean.
I like sex. It is a lot of fun, it's exciting. I like being
touched. I like the feeling of power I get when I see that look
of lust in a man's face when he undresses me. 

I like kissing and touching and I even like to suck a nice hard
cock. If I am really turned on I don't even mind when a guy cums
in mouth! As long as I get mine next.

But I had never fucked on a first date, or second or third. I had
never done it with a guy I didn't have feelings for. I had never
been forced before. 

My rapist was in no hurry. I spent a long time kissing and
licking his hairy chest and his stomach. At some point I could no
longer avoid seeing his hard, throbbing, drooling cock. It was
inches from my face at this point and it was the fattest cock I
had ever seen. It didn't seem unusually long, but it's thickness
made it seem even more threatening that it would normally have
been under these circumstances.

It wasn't long before I was licking and kissing his cock. And
then sucking. I had thought that I was a pretty skilled
cocksucker. I was having trouble with his. My lips stretched
uncomfortably around his cock and despite the way he forcefully
pushed on my head, I was never able to take more than half of his
cock into my mouth. He gave me several more chances to try.

While he forced my head up and down on his cock he ordered me to
tickle his balls and use my hand on the large portion of his cock
that I could not get in my mouth. He came quickly, holding my
head so that I couldn't move away. I choked and gagged as the
first spurts of cum erupted into my mouth, but at last got myself
under control and managed, finally, to swallow his cum. 

He made me stop sucking and then relaxed with my mouth wrapped
around his softening cock. As we lay there quietly and his
breathing returned to normal, I suddenly became aware of the
sounds from outside in the parking lot. Cars driving by. People
talking. The sound of carts being pushed over to the cart return.
I was laying here naked with a strange man's cock in my mouth
while ten feet away people were just going about there business.
It seemed bizarre!

My rapist rested for a moment and then he pulled me up beside
him. He got up on his knees and started kissing and licking his
way down my body, just like he had made me do it for him. He was
very skillful and by the time he was kneeling between my wide
spread thighs and licking and kissing my pussy I had to admit
that I was actually getting turned on. I hated it, but I couldn't
deny it.

I moaned and quivered through several orgasms before he got up
over me and ordered me to put his revitalized cock into me. I
spoke to him for the first time since I had answered his
questions when he first pulled me into the truck. I tentatively
reached for his large cock and whispered, "Please, don't hurt
me."

He looked me in the eye and said with a smirk, "You aren't
fooling anyone, little girl. I saw how hot you got. I saw how
many times you came when I was eating you. You were having fun.
Believe me, you're going to love this."

I closed my eyes as he started pushing into me but he ordered me
to open them. "Keep your eyes open little girl. I want to see
your whole life change when you find out what it's like to be
fucked by a real man."

I stared into his eyes as I felt his cock pushing into me. It was
painful at first, but I was certainly wet enough and, to be
honest, it was more of a sensation of pressure than pain. His
cock was easily twice as thick as any cock I had experienced
since I had become sexually active in the past two years. 

He was very slow and deliberate, staring me in the face the
entire time as he pushed his cock all the way into me and then he
paused and let me take a breath, for I realized that I had been
panting, hyperventilating, as he entered me. 

As soon as I calmed down he started fucking me. Slowly at first,
then faster and more and more forcefully. I have never been able
to have an orgasm from just getting fucked. Not without something
else happening too. 

I had once cum while I was bent over a hassock watching a porn
movie while my husband was fucking me from behind and talking
about inviting some of his friends over to fuck me. Not something
I would ever want to do for real, but the fantasy drove me right
over the top.

I had also cum when he fucked me with some little rubber gadget
around his cock that rubbed on my clit when we fucked. But we
couldn't use it all of the time because it didn't just excite, it
also irritated. I could get pretty sore from it.

But the sensations from this man's cock, the fullness, the idea
of being so helpless, the forceful way he took control and used
me, it is embarrassing to admit, but this was the best fuck I had
ever had! I tried not to. I bit my tongue and I squeezed my fists
and I concentrated on my milk getting warm and spoiling in my
trunk of my car. None of that helped. I was soon moaning quietly
and before I could control myself I had my arms around this man's
neck and my legs around his back and I was humping back at him
like a crazy woman.

I came twice before he finally came again. He stayed on top of
me, resting on his arms and smiling down at me as I relaxed my
arms and legs and cried quietly in shame at the way I had just
responded to my rapist. For the first time since he had grabbed
me I was crying softly. I couldn't believe that I had lost
control like that. 

He finally got off of me and reached over and handed me my
panties. He ordered me to put them. "Here," he said, "put these
on before you lose all the evidence. In case you feel like going
to the police and bragging about what a great time you had."

I pulled my panties on as he watched in amusement. He knew I
wasn't going to the police. I couldn't. I could hear that
conversation in my head now. "Hello, police? My name is Myra and
some strange man just gave me the best fuck of my life!"

He handed me my shorts and I pulled them on, then he gave me my
t-shirt. He kept my bra. He made me kneel with my back to him and
I heard him going through my purse. I assumed he was robbing me.
He wouldn't get much. I only had about fifteen dollars.

He got dressed and when he was ready he opened the side door,
slowly, and looked around. He watched and waited for several
minutes and, after I heard a car leave, he got out and helped me
out. He held me while I put my sandals on, then he handed me my
purse, kissed me and thanked me for a wonderful afternoon. Then
he held my door for me and directed me to drive straight through
the vacant parking spot in front of my car, so that I couldn't
get his license number.

I drove home as fast as I could and rushed to my bedroom. I
stripped and threw away my underwear. I went into the bathroom
and brushed my teeth thoroughly. Then I took a hot shower. A very
long, very hot, shower.

When I got out of the shower I threw away my tooth brush and got
out a new one and brushed my teeth again. Then I used my
husband's mouthwash. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long
time. I couldn't help thinking about what had just happened. I
looked at my naked body and tried to see it as he had. Then I
remembered everything that had happened. All of the details came
flooding back over me. Mostly, though, I remembered how I had
felt. I remembered all of the orgasms. I remembered that
monster's fat cock.

I knew I should be traumatized. I guess I was. But not like those
crazy, hysterical women you see on TV who are lying in hospital
beds and nearly out of their minds.

I was more upset with myself for enjoying it than I was for with
that man for raping me! I threw my clothes in the laundry and
remembered my groceries which were still in the trunk of my car.
I pulled on a clean top and a pair of shorts and slipped my
sandals on and ran out and got my food out of the trunk. 

The milk still smelled OK, but I told myself I would replace it
tomorrow. Everything else was OK.

I looked at a clock for the first time and was surprised that it
was still so early. I had thought that a lot of time must have
passed in that van. It had been just after noon when I left the
mall and it was not quite three now. It wasn't even time to start
supper yet!

I sat at the kitchen table and tried not to keep reliving what
had just happened to me. I couldn't help it though. It just kept
forcing itself back into my stream of consciousness, no matter
how hard I tried to think of anything else. It was like the rape
of my body was over, but now my mind was being raped. The
horrible thing about it was, I could feel my nipples getting hard
and my pussy getting wet. And I was so ashamed.

I decided to do a load of laundry, I didn't want Sean coming home
and smelling some stranger's cum when he went into the bedroom. I
washed the clothes I had worn today. At the last minute I even
fished my cum soaked panties out of the trash and threw them into
the washer. I had paid a lot of money for them at Victoria's
Secret. It would be silly to throw them away.

While the clothes were washing I sprayed a deodorizer around the
bedroom. Then I went out and tried to watch something on TV. I
ended up staring at the screen for an hour, with not the
slightest idea what had been on. I was relieved when it was
finally time to start supper and I could be up and doing
something.

I removed my just washed clothes from the washer and put them in
the dryer and got supper started and watched the clock ticking
off the minutes until Sean would be home. I was planning how to
greet him when he got in. I had to remember what was normal and
try to calm down. I knew he would be devastated if he were to
learn what had happened to me today.

I heard him pull into the driveway and I went to the door to meet
him. We hugged and then I pulled him into the kitchen and got him
a beer. I asked him about his day and I tried to pay attention
while he told me. I had been starting to get a little bored
lately and I was beginning to envy him the interaction with other
people at his work place. Some days, a lot of days, I stayed home
all day and never spoke to a single person until Sean got home.
So I was always anxious to hear about his day. But today I didn't
hear much of it. I stared at him. I saw his lips move and I knew
that he was talking. But I couldn't tell you a thing he said.

I cleaned up after dinner and we went in and sat down to watch TV
for a while. I sat beside him on the couch and we kissed and
hugged. We were still newly weds and we still made love nearly
every day. It was exciting and I enjoyed it as much as he did.
Most of the time anyway.

He noticed that I was not wearing a bra. He had tried to get me
to stop wearing them. He loved it when I went without. But I
always felt so self conscious. I felt like everyone could see
that I wasn't wearing one, and that there was only my thin top
between my breasts and the world. I just didn't feel dressed. So
I have no idea why I had not put a bra on after my shower.

But Sean liked it. And it didn't take long before I wasn't
wearing anything. And he wasn't wearing anything. We made love on
the living room rug and it was nice. I didn't cum. But I was
relieved that Sean couldn't tell that I had been raped.
Apparently that fat cock hadn't ruined me. 

I felt cleaner after we had made love. I had been cleansed my
Sean's nice cock. We relaxed and cuddled on the rug for a few
moments. Then I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned up. 

I went back out and sat beside Sean and we played with each other
while we watched TV. I could almost stop thinking about what had
happened today. Almost.

We went to bed at our usual time, nine PM. Sean held me and I lay
there listening as his breathing got deeper and soon I knew that
he was asleep. It took me hours to get to sleep. Every time I
tried to relax and go to sleep I would be drawn back into that
truck. I would feel that fat cock stretching my lips, or entering
my pussy. I could see that man's face as he took total control of
me and enjoyed my body, enjoyed my helplessness.

I was exhausted when I finally fell asleep. But once I was asleep
I slept like I was in a coma.






Sean had a hard time waking me up in the morning to make his
breakfast and prepare his lunch. When I finally did wake up, I
woke from a dream about that man. The disturbing thing was that
it had not been a nightmare. More like a wet dream. My thighs
were damp from the fluids dripping out of my pussy.

I waited until Sean was in the bathroom and I used a handful of
tissues to dry myself and I put my robe on and hurried out to put
the coffee on and start breakfast.

I was really upset with myself for letting that man have so much
control over my mind. Not to mention what my mind was doing to my
body!

I put Sean's breakfast on the table and made him a sandwich for
lunch. Then I sat with him and sipped my coffee. When he was
ready to go to work I walked him to the door and kissed him
goodbye. Then I went in and took my shower. 

I dressed, but after I pulled my panties on, and my shorts, I
held up my bra and looked at it for a moment, before dropping it
and putting my tank top on. I stood in front of my mirror and
looked. I could just see the outline of my pink nipples in my
reflection. It looked kind of hot. I didn't have any plans to go
anywhere today, so I didn't think it mattered that my nipples
were on display.

I did what little there was to do around the house and started
looking at the magazine I had bought yesterday. Every month there
is a new article in this magazine about how to drive your man
crazy. It is hardly ever anything new, or if it is, then it is
something silly that I would never do anyway. But I always look,
just in case. 

I also check out the way the models dress, and wish I had the
nerve to dress in the sexy clothes they wear. But here I am,
feeling self conscious about not wearing a bra in my own house!

I got tired of reading and went into the kitchen to get a glass
of ice water. I got the milk out and sniffed it again. I thought
about going to the store and getting a fresh one. This one had
been in my trunk for a couple of hours. But it seemed OK. I
resolved to just keep checking on it. The idea of going back to
the grocery store was causing flashbacks again.

I went in and sat down and tried to find something on TV. God I
hate daytime TV! I shut it off in disgust and sat back in my
chair and before I knew it I was sound asleep. I had only gotten
two or three hours sleep last night and it wasn't enough.
Sleeping has always been something I was very good at. 

I woke up suddenly to the sound of the doorbell. I got up and
without even thinking I rushed to the door and opened it wide. 

Standing in the door, with that arrogant look on his face, was my
rapist from the parking lot. I covered my mouth and screamed into
my hand. But I didn't even try to close the door.

He smiled at me and walked in and ordered me to shut the door. I
stood there, stunned for a moment. I knew that all that I had to
do was run outside. There were people out there. I could call for
help. I could scream. I could run next door. Instead I quietly
closed the door. Then I turned and looked at him. I looked at
that smug look on his face and I saw that he knew I would do
anything he told me to do.

He wiggled his finger at me and I walked slowly over to where he
stood. He pulled me close and kissed me. I stood there,
passively, until he slapped my ass. Then I returned his kiss, and
instantly I felt the heat start to return. The excitement of
being powerless, being taken. 

We kissed and I felt his hands move over me. When he realized
that I wasn't wearing a bra he said, "Were you expecting me?"

I moaned, embarrassed that he would think that. But was I? Was
that why I had not put a bra on? I had heard him yesterday, going
through my purse. I had checked when I got home and I knew that
he hadn't taken anything. He could only have been looking at my
driver's license. Getting my address. Did I realize that? Did I
realize that and then rush to let him into my house when he rang
my doorbell?

He stepped back and pulled my top off. I raised my arms and let
him do whatever he wanted. As he undressed me he said, "When I
saw you take your shorts off yesterday and saw that patch of
bright red pubic hair I got all excited. You are the first real
redhead I ever fucked. I have always had a thing for redheads. I
have been thinking about you since you drove away yesterday. I
was going to wait a while. Give you a chance to simmer. To
realize how much you wanted to fuck me again. Because I know that
you do. But I had to have you again. I couldn't wait.

He pulled my shorts off and I put my hand on his shoulders to
steady myself as I stepped out of them. He looked at my
underwear. They were the same panties I had worn yesterday. He
smiled up at me and then he leaned forward and stuck his tongue
out and lapped my crotch. 

I felt the heat of his tongue. I felt his hot breath. I shivered
with excitement as he slowly, gently slid my panties down over my
thighs, my calves, and then off as I obediently stepped out of
them.

He stood up and looked down at me as he brought my panties to his
face and sniffed at them and smiled. I could see that they were
damp. 

"Yeah," he said, his voice dripping with all of the arrogance
that was obvious in his face, "Yeah, you want it. I bet you have
been thinking about me just like I have about you. You haven't
been able to get me out of your mind, have you bitch?"

I hated to admit it, but he was right. I shook my head and his
smile grew. He knew I was his. He realized that he could do
anything he wanted to me.

He pulled me down the hall to my bedroom and sat me on the side
of the bed while he undressed. I watched this time. I watched as
he pulled his slacks and his underwear down and bared his semi
hard cock. I looked at it and the memories of what it had done to
me yesterday flooded over me. 

I hated him. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to be
helpless. No, that isn't right. I do hate him. But this
helplessness......for some reason, giving up total control of my
body to some strange, powerful, arrogant man was such a huge turn
on for me. I didn't understand. That had never been my fantasy.
But now that it was happening I couldn't resist.

He stood in front of me and his cock was bouncing right in my
face. I knew what he wanted. Without even having to be told I
reached up and pulled his cock to my lips. I licked it, licked
the lubricant from the soft, warm head of his cock. I licked his
cock and his balls and then I started taking it into my mouth. 

At first he let me do what I could on my own, but it wasn't good
enough. Soon he was holding my head and fucking my face. It was
much more violent than yesterday. I was gagging and groaning in
pain and trying to push him away. He just chuckled and pulled my
mouth down over his cock, a little farther each time. 

I finally gave up and stopped trying to push him away. I put my
arms around his body and held onto the cheeks of his ass and he
fucked my face, all the time talking dirty, calling me nasty
names, and reaching down and squeezing my breasts. 

It was very painful. My mouth hurt, my throat hurt and now my
breasts hurt. But it was about to get worse. He suddenly pinched
on of my nipples with his fingernails and pulled it out away from
body. I screamed in agony and at that moment he drove his cock
right down my throat. 

I couldn't believe it! I had never been able to do this! And his
cock is so fucking huge! He held his cock buried in my throat
while I struggled faintly. Then he pulled it out slowly and after
giving me a chance to gasp for breath he forced it right back
down my throat. 

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "You're the first bitch that has ever
been able to take me down her throat! You should be proud little
girl, because a lot of them have tried. They didn't want to, but
they tried."

All I could do was sit there while he fucked my throat and gasp
for air when I got the chance. He had let my nipple go when his
cock entered my throat and now my whole world revolved around
that big, fat cock in my mouth.

I felt him tense up and he held my head against his stomach in a
death grip as he blasted his cum down my throat. I was turning
blue when he finally let me go. I fell back onto the bed gasping
for air. I tried to yell at him, call him a dirty name, but I
couldn't even talk. My throat hurt too much.

He collapsed onto the bed beside me for a moment and caught his
breath, raving the whole time about what a fantastic cocksucker I
was. I started crying. I was ready for him to leave. I remembered
thinking about him all yesterday afternoon. Most of the night,
and most of this morning. I remembered his cock. I remembered my
orgasms. I had not thought about pain. There hadn't been this
pain yesterday.

He turned on his side, facing me. He leaned down and licked the
tears from my face. His hand moved to my pussy and two of his
fingers slipped in easily. He pulled his fingers out and held
them up to my face. 

"You're crying," he said, "but you enjoyed it. You just don't
realize it yet. Look at all of that cunt juice on my fingers."

He let me look and then he stuck his fingers into my mouth. As I
sucked his fingers clean he said, "I'm sorry I had to hurt you,
but just think of it as part of your training. Think of what a
great cocksucker you are going to be when I am through training
you!"

I couldn't talk, my throat hurt too much. So I whispered, "What
do you mean, training me? You can't train me. I am happily
married. I am a newlywed! You have to leave and never come back
here!"

He just laughed. "That's OK," he said. "You say all the right
things. All of the things you are supposed to say. All of the
things you don't mean. You're my bitch now, little girl. You are
my cocksucking little bitch. From now on, anytime I want you, you
are mine."

I shook my head and whispered, "No, I am not your bitch!"

His hand was moving over my body again, teasing my breasts,
moving slowly down over my hard, flat stomach, teasing my little
patch of dark red pubic hair.

He slipped his fingers back into my hot, wet hole and said, "Yes,
you are. You don't want to be. But you can't help yourself."

He pulled me over on top of him and pulled my lips to his. We
kissed again and I felt his cock, which was already hard again,
throbbing against my thighs. And god help me I wanted to spread
my legs and slide right down on it!

But I didn't get the chance. He rolled me off of him and knelt on
the floor between my legs. I felt his talented tongue go to work
again and my body gave into the pleasures of it immediately,
without reservation. My mind went along for the ride.

He was very good at this. I had several powerful orgasms before
he stood up and turned me around on the bed. I willingly opened
my legs as he moved over me and I surrendered to that arrogant
smile as he sank down on top of me.

Just like last time, I reached down and guided him into me. And
just like last time, my body succumbed to the pleasure of that
fat cock pistoning in and out of me. I didn't have to be quiet
this time. And I wasn't. I screamed through several violent
orgasms before he sped his thrusts and shot his hot cum into me.
I was surprised again when it was over to find that once again I
had my arms and legs wrapped around his hard body. I swear I
don't remember doing it.

He pulled out of me and stretched out beside me. I lay there,
unable to move for a moment. Then I felt the cum start to drain
from my stretched out pussy and I started to make a run for the
bathroom. But he stopped me.

"Before you leave clean me up, little girl."

I reached for a couple of tissues, but he just laughed and said,
"Stupid bitch, what do you think god gave you a tongue for?"

I looked at his slimy cock, still twitching as it lay flat on his
belly. There were a few drops of cum dripping down out of it
still. I looked up at his face and realized that I had no choice.
I leaned forward and shivered in revulsion as I licked him clean.
I licked his cock and the puddle of cum on his belly, then I
licked his balls. When I thought I was done he made me suck it
for a minute to make sure that I didn't miss any.

When he was finally satisfied that I had done a good job he
pushed me away and I hurried to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet
and let his cum drain out of me for several minutes. I was amazed
at the amount. It just kept draining out of my poor, abused
pussy.

After several minutes it finally seemed to stop. I used a damp
face cloth to wash my face and my crotch and then steeled myself
to go back into the room. When I entered the bedroom again he was
standing up, getting something out of his pants. 

I shook my head in terror when I saw what it was. It was a small
digital camera. I shook my head, but I knew I would do anything
he ordered me to do. And that is what I did. For the next half
hour I posed in every lewd and crude and humiliating position
that he could think to put me in. 

When he had exhausted his imagination he decided to get some
shots of me posing with his cock. He got picture after picture of
me licking and kissing and sucking his cock and his balls. He
even lifted his legs and got some pictures of me eating out his
asshole! I refused him nothing. In fact, much to my dismay, I
realized that my pussy was soaked and I was breathing hard by the
time he had enough pictures. I had enjoyed it!

He put the camera down and made me get on my hands and knees on
the edge of the bed and he fucked me like a dog. Like the bitch
that I now am. He fucked me hard and I could feel his monster
cock stretching my pussy and his large, heavy balls slapping
against my thighs and again I was helpless. And again I found
myself unable to maintain any control over my mind or body. I
started cumming after several minutes of this brutal fucking and
I was having one orgasm after another until he finally filled me
with yet another load of hot cum.

He kept his cock inside me until it was soft, then he pulled me
around by my hair and made me clean him again. It wasn't as hard
this time. I guess it is something you can get used to.

When he was cleaned sufficiently I got up and went to the
bathroom again. I was sitting on the toilet, listening to the cum
drain out of me, when he came in and stood in the door watching
me. I didn't look up. I was too embarrassed. I didn't look up
until he came over and stood in front of me. I tried to close my
legs. I don't know why. I didn't have any secrets left. 

He pushed me back against the toilet tank and ordered me to
spread my legs. I did as he ordered and he stood there, holding
his cock and staring down at my pussy. I was totally clueless. I
had never seen a man pee before! When the first spurt shot out of
his cock and landed on my thighs I screamed and tried to scramble
up. But he slapped my face and ordered me to sit still. Then he
started again. Most of it went between my legs and into the
toilet, but I could feel it splashing up onto my ass. And every
once in a while he would let the stream wander, to my pussy, or
my thighs. It felt so hot, and it was so disgusting. But when I
felt that hot stream hitting my pussy I closed my eyes and
moaned. I couldn't help it. His hot piss was like cum covering my
crotch. It felt good!

I'm sorry. I know that's gross. I was grossed out at first. But
the more he pissed on my pussy the closer I got to cumming! If he
had kept it up another minute I would have cum from being pissed
on!

Instead, he shot the last few spurts onto my belly and then
pulled my face down so that I could suck his cock clean. Then he
stepped back and smiled down at me. He had seen it in my face. He
knew that I had been excited by the piss on my body. I had been
humiliated, shamed beyond words. And I had been excited almost to
the point of orgasm! 

I couldn't meet his gaze. I dropped my head down in shame. I
could see the piss pooling on my thighs and my belly and around
the sides of the toilet. It was getting cold quickly. And the
smell seemed to be getting stronger.

He stared down at me for a while and then he said, "I have to go
now, cunt. But you know I'll be back. You want me to come back.
You hate it, but you can't help it. You love it. I don't know
when I will be back, but from now on, you don't lock your door
after you husband goes to work. When I am ready, I'll be back."

I still couldn't look up. I just nodded and waited for him to
leave.

As soon as I heard the front door close I wiped myself off with
toilet paper. Then I stood up and cleaned the toilet and the
floor around it. While I was doing that I had the water running
in the shower and as soon as it was hot I jumped in.

I washed myself all over, twice. But while I was doing it, I was
thinking about my day. I started getting more and more excited as
I moved my soapy hands over my body and I was still rubbing
myself to orgasms when the water got cold.

I got out and dried off and stared at myself in the mirror. I was
surprised to see that I looked unchanged. I looked just like I
did yesterday morning, and this morning. I looked unraped.  I
couldn't look at myself and tell that a man, a man whose name I
still didn't know, had pulled me into a truck in a parking lot
and raped me. Raped my mouth and my pussy, and made me cum more
than I ever had before. I couldn't tell that he had come back
today and forced his oversized cock down my throat and cum down
my throat and then he had made me cum again while he fucked me. I
had cum over and over, loudly, uncontrollably. But worst of all,
I had nearly cum when he stood in front of me and pissed on me!

I was obviously some kind of deviated, kinky, dirty slut! I don't
know why I didn't know about it before yesterday. I had thought
that I was normal. I had thought that I was a good wife and in
the next few years would be a good mother. I had no idea what I
really was. I wonder if Sean knew? He still talks about inviting
his friends over to fuck me when we are making love sometimes.
The idea of it obviously turns him on. I wonder if he really
wants to do that? Now I wonder if I would really like to do
that?! Now that I know what a slut I am.

I finally stopped staring at myself in the mirror and went out
and got dressed. I tore the bedspread off of the bed and tossed
it into the washer and got that started. I had to spray the room
with deodorizer again. The living room too. The whole house
smelled like sex!

I suddenly realized that I still had the taste of his cum in my
mouth. I hadn't even rinsed my mouth out! I went back to the
bathroom and brushed my teeth and rinsed out my mouth. Then I
used some throat spray since my throat was still a little sore.

It was getting late, so I went to the kitchen and made supper.
Anything to take my mind off of that man. Anything to stop
thinking about what I had done, and what had been done to me. And
how much I had enjoyed it.

I had supper all ready. The table was set and all I needed was
Sean to come in the door. I heard his car pull into the driveway
and I got out two beers tonight and set them on the table. I
needed a drink tonight. I would have liked something stronger,
but we only keep beer in the house. It is embarrassing enough
always having to ask someone we know to buy us a case of beer now
and then because we are only eighteen.

I hugged Sean at the door and we sat down and had a nice meal
while he told me his good news. He was getting a promotion! It
wouldn't be a lot of money, but it was a step in the right
direction. I was so proud of him. He had been promoted over a
dozen guys that had worked there for a lot longer than he had. 

We celebrated by making love. In bed this time. I even did
something that surprised us both. After we made love we were
cuddling and I had my hand on his soft cock. Without even
realizing what I was doing I started kissing my way down his body
to his cock, which was beginning to twitch and grow as I neared
it. 

I smiled up at him and then I kissed the head of his cock. He
groaned in excitement and his cock started growing quickly. I
started licking and then I took him into my mouth and sucked him
lovingly. I had never done that after we had sex before. I would
do it again though. It really isn't as disgusting as it sounds,
and he really loved it!

But that wasn't the most exciting thing. The most exciting thing
was when, after I had been sucking him for about five minutes I
suddenly took his whole cock into my mouth and down my throat for
the first time. He fucking freaked! He was swearing and his hips
were moving and he grabbed my head and I felt him cum right down
my throat. He had never cum that quickly before, and he had just
fucked me!!

I swallowed it all and I thought about how much easier it had
been to do that for Sean than for my rapist. Sean's cock was only
half as thick as my rapist's. It made a big difference.

My rapist! I suddenly realized I was thinking of him that way.
Not the way you would expect a woman to think about a rapist. It
was more like, my hair dresser, my grocer, my butcher,..........
my rapist! I knew that was wrong, that was bad. But that was how
I was thinking about him. 

Sean finally calmed down and pulled me up and held me tight. 

"Where the hell did you learn that, Myra?! That was fucking
fantastic!!"

I smiled at him and said, "I read about it in last month's
"Cosmo" and I started practicing on my vibrator. I didn't think I
could do it, because I can't do it with the vibrator, but all of
a sudden it just went! I'm glad you liked it, they said you
would. I like making you happy."

He had a look of wonder on his face. I felt kind of bad, lying to
him. But I didn't have much choice. And he bought it. He kissed
me and hugged me and we were well on the way to going for thirds.


But I was starting to get messy, so I got up and went to the
bathroom and cleaned up and by the time I got back to bed Sean
was almost asleep. So I cuddled up to him and we went to sleep.
For some reason I didn't have any trouble getting to sleep this
time.






The rest of the week was normal. Just like a regular life! I
wasn't raped again. No strange men came to my home and abused me.
Sean and I still made love every night. Except that now, taking
his cock into my mouth and throat for seconds had become a part
of our routine. I didn't mind. I liked that I could please him.
And it assuaged my guilt at allowing myself to submit to that
man, my rapist.

On Friday we went out for dinner to celebrate Sean's promotion
officially. It was payday and the bills were paid for the month.
We only had rent and utilities. Our cars were the same ones we
had in high school. They were paid for, though neither one of
them was worth much. I had started putting a couple of hundred
dollars a month into our savings account and it was building
fast.

At dinner Sean told me that he had to go to a two week school to
get his promotion. But it wouldn't be a big deal. The school was
going to be held in town, at a local hotel. He would be later
getting home at night, and we probably wouldn't be having supper
together for a couple of weeks, but he would still be home every
night. After a great meal he drove to his parents house and we
went in to visit for a while and he told them about his
promotion. We didn't stay long. I think the main reason he went
was to "borrow" a bottle of wine so we could celebrate at home.

I liked his parents. I had known them for years. They were always
very nice to me. His dad always checked me out more than I
thought a father-in-law should, but he wasn't too lecherous about
it and my mother-in-law would always punch him with her elbow and
make a joke out of it, so it never got really uncomfortable.

We went home and had a glass of wine and tonight it was my turn.
Sean kissed me and licked me and ate me until I couldn't take
anymore. I finally sat up and pushed him away and sat on his
stomach. I leaned down and licked his face clean and we kissed as
I felt his cock throbbing against my butt.

"Where would you like to put that thing, kind sir?" I asked.

He was gently molding my breasts with his hands and it felt
great. "Anywhere that turns you on," he responded. 

I moved down and slid my juicy slit up and down on his hard cock
for a few minutes and then I leaned down and kissed my way down
his body and took him into my mouth. He really loved it when I
took him into my throat. 

I sucked him enthusiastically, as always. But this time, when he
started to cum, I pulled back so that the head of his cock was in
my mouth and used my hand to finish him. The problem with
deepthroat is that you never get to taste the cum. And when you
are really turned on, sometimes you want it in your mouth. It's
more exciting. Sensual even.

I waited until he was finished cumming and then I looked up and
showed him my mouthful of cum and used my tongue to paint the
inside of my mouth with it. Then I swallowed gratefully. I was
grateful too. Grateful that we had found each other and that he
loved me as much as I loved him and that he was so good to me. I
had come to realize that I didn't deserve him, but that only
meant I had to do more for him.






I felt safe all weekend. I almost forgot about him, my rapist.
Sean and I spent the two days together. We had to go to the mall
and buy him some nicer clothes. Not suit and tie yet, but he was
a supervisor and he need to dress a little better.

We went to a movie and went grocery shopping. I got a chill at
the grocery store when Sean parked in the same space that the van
had been in.

I made us a nice dinner and for the first time since we got
married we didn't make love that night. Sean fell asleep in front
of the TV. It was my fault. I made him stay up to watch an old
movie. When the movie was over I covered him up, shut off the TV
and went to bed. 

It took a long time to get to sleep. I had not slept alone since
we got married, and it was the first night that we didn't make
love. For some reason that bothered me. Even though I understood
why it had happened it made me sad.

The next day, Sunday, Sean mowed the grass as soon as it was late
enough and the neighbors were all up and about. While he was
doing that I started making some snacks. A couple of his friends
were coming over later to watch the race on TV.

I don't much care for racing, but it is fun to watch them watch
the race and get all upset when someone screws up, or all excited
when it looks like their man is going to win. So whenever they
watch the race at our house I enjoy being with them. I serve them
snacks and keep the drinks coming. Both of the guys coming over
are a few years older than us and are able to bring beer. 

The race started at two, the guys came over around one and talked
for a while. We had met them when Sean started working during the
summers and part time at the electronics store while we were
still in high school. They were nice guys. They always flirted
with me, and I flirted right back. But it was all in fun and
nobody got upset. 

Sean had to take a lot of ribbing today about being a suck up and
a brownnoser. But his friends weren't really upset. They knew he
worked hard for the promotion.

Things didn't look good when they finally turned the TV on. It
was raining at the track and judging by the forecast it looked
like the race would be rained out. They left the TV on, with the
sound off, and sat around and talked for a while, until the race
was actually called. Then they turned off the TV. They didn't
want to go home, not with all those beers and snacks that I had
made, so we started playing cards. I was forced to play because
there were only three of them. They said there had to be at least
four. 

I know how to play poker, but I have never really played for
money. We were just playing for pennies, so it wasn't like really
gambling. I was even having fun. 

Mark, the older of the guys, the cutest one, the biggest flirt,
is the funniest guy. Always telling funny, and naughty, jokes.
The life of every party. Mark won a large pile of my pennies in
two hands and was kidding me about wiping me out. I had no
problem with losing a small handful of pennies, so I was egging
him on. So he did. He wiped me out. 

That was when there was a change. I tried to get up and leave the
table. I was going to get some more snacks and get everyone
another beer. But Mark said, "You can't quit now! We can't play
with three people."

I pointed out that I was broke. Sean would have let me have more
pennies, but he was almost busted too. So Mark, not quite
jokingly, said, "Not a problem, you can play for clothes."

I grinned and said, "Yeah, you wish!"

Mark grinned back and said, "You got that right! I could die a
happy man."

"Yeah," I responded, "until your wife found out."

"Kim doesn't have a problem with me looking. I'm just not allowed
to touch," he explained.

I looked to see how Sean was taking this and I am not sure that I
was surprised that he was smiling and waiting to see how it
went.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked him.

He shrugged.

"No baby, that isn't an answer. We have been married less than
six months. I don't want to screw it up. If you think this is
something that you want, I'll give it a shot. But you have to
tell me you want it."

Sean got rid of that silly grin and got serious for a minute.
Everyone was looking at him now. He was thinking hard. "We can
play a few hands and see how it goes," he finally said.

So I shrugged. I wouldn't admit it to him, or them, but the idea
of losing a few hands and maybe not having all my clothes on was
kind of turning me on. And anyway, I knew enough about guys to
know that they would be happier, or at least Sean would be
happier, if I didn't act like I was having too much fun.

We discussed the rules change. They didn't sound very fair. For
me it was win or lose. I either won the hand or lost a garment of
my choosing. And I was not wearing a bra.

Well, my luck didn't change. Sometimes Sean won, but he still
took whatever piece of clothing I was losing and enjoyed it just
as much as his friends. It started out simple. First one sneaker
then the other. Then a gym sock, then another. Now it was about
to get interesting. So everyone was upset when I won a hand. I
was even a little disappointed! But I quickly lost my winnings
and then it was back to clothing. 

When I lost the next hand I had to choose. I turned to Sean and
said, "OK baby, I'm not wearing a bra. What do you want me to
take off next?"

He grinned at me and said, "I want to seem some boobs, baby. Hand
me that shirt your wearing."

I was excited, but I was also embarrassed. I would never be a
good stripper. I put my hand on the hem of my top and looked at
the faces of my husband and his two friends and it was actually
pretty encouraging. Guys look at you like that and you can't help
but feel sexy. I slowly slipped the top up and over my boobs and
then slipped it off and tossed it to Sean.

And no, I didn't cover my boobs with my arms. I sat there proudly
as the guys ogled me to their hearts content. And it was making
me just as hot as it was making them. I thought about those
fantasies we explored sometimes when we fucked. About me fucking
Sean's friends. I wondered if we could really do that. More than
that, I wondered if we could do that without screwing up our
marriage.

But I sat there looking just as embarrassed as I actually was and
acting like a shy young virgin. They ate it up too.

I lost the next hand too. Big surprise there, right? I stood up
and unbuttoned my jeans and then turned around and pulled them
down, letting them all get a good look at my ass with just those
thin nylon panties covering me like a second skin.

I stepped out of jeans and left them on the floor and sat back
down, but not before I gave everyone a good look at my sexy
panties.

I was watching Sean. It was funny. It was like he had never seen
me naked before. He was just as excited as his buddies. I didn't
give it too much thought, but I think it may have been a
combination of being proud of his sexy wife, and the idea of
seeing me through someone else's eyes. Sort of like seeing me for
the first time, all over again. But what do I know, I had to
struggle to graduate at the bottom of my high school class.

We played another hand. I did notice that Sean was winning a lot
more now that I was nearly naked. His buddies didn't care who won
as long as it wasn't me. Mark won the next hand though. When I
stood up to take my panties off he stopped me. 

"Wait," he said suddenly. "I won them, I want to take them off."

I looked at Sean and he grinned that stupid, "What do I know, all
the blood is in my dick?!" grin. So fuck it. I stepped over to
Mark and he took my panties off. But he didn't grab the waist
band and pull them down. He rolled them down, slowly, caressing
me as he worked them over my hips and slowly down my thighs, my
calves and finally off. I put my hands on his shoulders and
lifted my feet, one at a time and then I stood in front of them
naked while he picked my panties up and sniffed them, with a look
on his face that let everyone know he was in heaven.

When he was done I grabbed my underwear back. "You can't keep
them, they're Victoria's Secret. Expensive!" 

I took my time and finally I sat back down. I was looking at
three of the horniest men on the continent right now. I looked at
Sean and said, "Well darling, that's all there is. Now you have
to play with three." Then I stood up and said, "Anyone want a
beer?"

I went to the kitchen and came back with four beers. I sat back
down and enjoyed the attention from the guys as I did. Nobody was
playing, they were all just looking at me. I finally asked them
if the game was over and Mark said, "We have figured out a way
that you can stay in the game."

I looked at Sean. There was no doubt where this was going. But I
could see the tent in his pants and I knew he was excited. "Will
you still think it's sexy tomorrow?" I asked.

"You know me baby," he said. "I like showing you off. I always
have. And you know what my fantasy is. You don't have to worry
about me, you have to worry about you. I can handle it and love
you tomorrow. Can you handle it and feel OK about it tomorrow?"

I thought about that, and I thought about that man, my rapist. I
think I knew the answer. In fact, I could see how this could work
to my advantage if my rape, and the subsequent rapes, ever did
come out.

"OK," I said. "But let's get real. None of us is interested in
these cards. What do you have in mind?"

Sean had a guilty look on his face and looked like he was afraid
to answer. Mark wasn't afraid though. He grinned at me and said,
"While you were out of the room, Sean suggested that we try to
talk you into sucking our cocks while he fucks you. He is a
little narrow minded. He doesn't want us to fuck you. At least
not yet. We are hoping he'll get over that. But he says that you
are the best little cocksucker in the country. We assume that he
is just a bit prejudiced, but we would like to decide for
ourselves,"

I grinned at Sean. I probably should have been upset, but I was
actually kind of proud. I looked him in the eye and asked, "Is
that what you want baby?"

Sean stood up and started getting undressed. I got up and helped
him. When he was naked we kissed and hugged and I whispered, "Be
sure baby. I'll do it. And I'll even like it, because I am very
turned on right now. But if you are jealous tomorrow I am going
to kill you. I mean it."

He kissed me again and whispered, "I don't have a jealous bone in
my body. You should know that by now. I am so proud of you, and
so turned on right now, FUCK YOU'RE HOT!!!"

I pulled Sean over to the middle of the living room floor and I
got down on my hands and knees. He got down behind me and when I
spread my legs he put his hand on my pussy and I almost came from
just being touched. His hand must have been covered in pussy
juice. I could feel it starting to drip down my thighs.

He slipped his dick into me and just held it there, buried in me,
while he calmed down a little. While he was kneeling behind me
with his hands on my hips, Mark stood up and pulled his clothes
off. His cock was much bigger than Sean's, but not nearly as
large as my rapist. So I didn't think I would have any trouble
with it. 

Mark walked over and dropped to his knees in front of me. I
smiled up at him and then I took his cock in my hand and started
licking and kissing it. That was all it took for Sean. I felt him
cum in me without even moving! But he never went soft.

I finally took Mark's cock into my mouth and started sucking. He
was enjoying it, but he wasn't impressed. Not yet. Not until I
suddenly let the head of his cock slip into my throat and slid my
lips all the day down to the base of his cock, and then I stuck
my tongue out, just a little, and tickled his balls.

"Holy fucking shit!!" he exclaimed. Meanwhile, Sean had started
pumping me with his hard cock and I was living out one of my
fantasies. I had always thought it would be exciting to have sex
with two guys at once. I was right. It was very exciting.

And Sean had been right. I may not be "the" best cocksucker in
the country, but I am sure as hell one of them! So Mark didn't
have a chance. He didn't last three minutes before he started
shooting a big load of cum down my throat. When he was done I
pulled back so that just the head of his cock was in my mouth and
I licked the last few drop off while he shuddered helplessly in
front of me.

Then it was Brad's turn. Brad, the quiet one. He didn't talk
much. He was nice, though, and everyone liked him. He was
watching with a look of awe on his face. When Mark finally fell
away I watched as Brad started undressing.

He was slightly smaller, more like Sean, normal. I smiled at him
when he knelt in front of me and then I kissed him and licked
him, just like I had for Mark. Then I wet my lips and pressed
them against the head of his slippery cock and slid my lips
slowly down, all the way to the base of his cock in one slow,
smooth motion, so that it would feel just like it was sinking
into a hot, juicy pussy. I could hear his ragged breathing and
that was all of the encouragement I needed. He lasted just about
as long as Mark had.

After I swallowed his cum and he pulled out I was able to put my
head down and concentrate on my pussy. I felt something,
something good and looked back. Mark was reaching under me and
caressing my clit while Sean fucked me. Then I felt Brad on the
other side. He was reaching under me and playing with my breasts.


That was all it took to set me off. I started screaming and
fucking back at Sean and he was cumming and I was cumming and it
was fantastic! When we were done, and getting our breath back,
Mark and Brad sat back and just watched. 

Sean finally pulled out of me and, after a moment to get myself
together I turned around and sucked him clean. He had cum in me
twice and he had been pretty turned on. His cum was already
running down my thighs. I put my hand between my legs and got up
and rushed to the bathroom. I took my time and cleaned up and
went back out to the living room. Everyone was still sitting
around naked. And that was what we did the rest of the afternoon.
For a while, Mark and Brad raved about my blowjobs, but they
finally calmed down. I was nestled in Sean's arms and I didn't
feel the least bid guilty, or self conscious anymore. It had been
fun. And it was fun again later in the afternoon when we did it
again.
The guys finally left around six and Sean and I just stayed
naked. We were both fucked out, but what the hell, what did we
need clothes for?!

Before I went in to start supper I straddled his lap and looked
him right in the eyes and asked, "Was it as exciting as you
thought it would be?"

He grinned and nodded.

"Any regrets?" I asked.

He shook his head, but then he paused and thought about it for a
moment and said, "Well, I still didn't get to see them fuck your
hot ass."

I kissed him deeply, I grabbed his nipples in both of my hands
and twisted hard. Then I got up and made supper.

While we were eating I asked him how he could watch his wife do
those things and not think less of her.

He thought about it for a moment and then he said, "This is kind
of embarrassing, but I have always been kind of a voyeur.
Watching, excites the hell out of me. For some reason I find it
twice as exciting when I am watching you. I don't know why. I do
know that, now that it has happened, it was every bit as exciting
as I thought it would be, and it was fun besides. And I know that
I still love you at least as much as I did before. I know I would
like to do it again. But only if you enjoyed it too and feel like
you can do it without feeling guilty."

"Doesn't it bother you that those guys are probably going to tell
everyone that you work with that they got blowjobs from your
wife?" I asked.

Sean grinned and said, "First of all, Brad never says anything to
anyone about anything. He is the quietest man I know. Nice guy,
he just doesn't like to talk. And Mark can't tell anyone because
if he did, his wife, who works in the office out back, would hear
about it and she would kill him long before her daddy the divorce
lawyer could take him to the cleaners. And you know what? As long
as management doesn't find out, I don't know that it would upset
me if it did get around. I have the hottest wife around and I am
proud of her. If I think I am man enough to handle it then it
isn't any of their fucking business, right?"

I put my hand on his and said, "I hope so. I love you very much.
I don't want to screw up what we have. And you were right, it was
fun. I enjoyed it too. I was only worried about how you were
going to feel about it after the beer wore off."

"I only had three beers all day," he said. "I didn't need any
more than that, I was high on lust. I got so fucking hot watching
you undress, and watching them watch you undress. I almost came
in my pants!"

We talked a little more while I cleaned up the kitchen. He helped
me with the dishes. I hate it when he helps. It makes me feel
guilty. Housework is my only job. He works real hard during the
day and he shouldn't have to help around the house. Still, it was
sweet of him.

I thought about telling him about my rapist. But I was afraid
that he might do something stupid and get in trouble. I decided
to wait and see what would happen. As much as I hate to admit it,
I enjoyed the way he dominated me, used me, abused me. The
feeling of helplessness I got when he took me was so exciting.
What we did today, with Mark and Brad, that was exciting too. But
I was in charge. What happened was up to me. That sense of being
taken, being helpless, that was missing. That fear that I felt
with my rapist was intoxicating. But there is no way I could ever
feel that with Sean, or his friends.

We went to bed early that night. Sean had to get up early and
drive across town to the hotel for his class. They would be
serving him lunch and dinner at the hotel and he would not be
home until late for the next two weeks. It was a pretty intense
class. It would be a long two weeks. 








The next two days were quiet and lonely. I only saw Sean at
breakfast and for a few minutes before we went to bed. I sat
around my quiet house all day and wondered if and when my rapist
would reappear. Each day I would sit and watch the time pass and
each day when he didn't come for me, come to use me, I realized
that I was always more disappointed than relieved. I was actually
starting to get impatient to be raped again! Well, at least I
knew how sick that was. 

To make things worse, Sean was getting home so late and so tired
that we hadn't made love since he fucked me with his friends on
Sunday. I had gotten used to having sex every day. I was getting
pretty horny.

Wednesday morning I thought for sure he would come for me. When
evening finally came and he hadn't shown up I started thinking
about getting dressed up and going out and finding someone to
rape me. And again, yes, I know that is sick. I wouldn't have
done it. I just thought about it.

On Thursday I had just about decided he wasn't coming back
anymore, so I got dressed up and I was just getting ready to go
for a walk around the mall when my door opened suddenly and he
was standing there, my rapist.

He shut the door and came over and looked me over. He squeezed my
breast, but I think he was just checking to see if I was wearing
a bra. I was, I had gone back to wearing one when I went out.

I expected him to start undressing me immediately. Or to get
comfortable and order me to undress for him. Instead, he asked me
if I was wearing pantyhose. When I nodded he ordered me to take
them off and never to wear them again. 

I reached under my dress and pulled my pantyhose off and went
into the kitchen and threw them away. When I went back into the
living room he grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside. He gave me
time to lock my door and then he pulled me to his car. He wasn't
driving the rape van this morning.

We got in and he drove away. I didn't even ask where we were
going. 

He drove to a small house in a lower middleclass subdivision
nearby. He parked and came around and pulled me out of the car. I
followed him into the house and was surprised to see that there
were four men sitting around in the living room when we entered.
I thought he was taking me to his house to rape me. Instead he
had apparently taken me to a party, and it looked like I was
going to be the guest of honor.

No one spoke for a moment, then one of the men stood up and
walked over to where we were standing and spoke to my rapist. "Is
this her? She ain't nothing but a little girl! You're shitting
me, right?"

My rapist smiled and ordered me to undress. I took off my dress
and my bra and panties quickly. The implied threat was always
that if I didn't react quickly enough they would be torn from me.
I felt their eyes on me as I undressed. It wasn't fun like on
Sunday. It was much different. Here there were no rules and no
husband to protect me. These guys could fuck me to death and dump
my body somewhere if they wanted to.

While I was undressing, my rapist opened up his pants and slid
them and his shorts down to his knees. When I was naked he pushed
me to my knees with my right side towards his four friends. Then
he stepped in front of me and said, "OK bitch, show them what a
good cocksucker you are."

I reached behind my rapist and placed my hands on the backs of
his thighs. Then I started kissing and licking his cock, which
was about half hard and growing quickly in response to what I was
doing. 

By the time I had licked his balls and worked my way back up to
the head of his cock it was fully hard. I stretched my lips
around it and started working my way down his fat shaft. With
each dip of my head I took more of him into my mouth until
finally, after about a minute I was finally able to get the head
of it into my throat and struggle with it until finally my lips
were buried in his pubic hair. 

I heard the nasty, but very complementary comments from the
audience and, even though I was totally humiliated at being
forced to undress in front of four strange men and perform this
way, I could feel myself getting aroused and looking forward to
having my rapist's cock in my pussy. I saw the audience standing
up and undressing as they watched me do something they had
obviously not believed possible, take this fat cock all the way
down into my throat.

By the time my rapist shot his cum down my throat his four
friends were standing around and watching closely, obviously
anxious to take their turns. I didn't have to swallow, he shot
his cum straight down my throat. Then he pulled his cock from my
mouth and I licked up the last few drops that oozed from the
large hole in the end of it.

When he was satisfied, my rapist stood back and said, "OK guys,
she's all yours. But remember what I told you."

I didn't have much time to wonder what he had told them. I was
instantly pushed down to my hands and knees and had cocks
inserted into my pussy and my mouth. While I was taking the
second cock of the day down my throat, and getting fucked for the
first time since Sunday, the two men who were waiting their turns
got on their knees on either side of me and started playing
roughly with my tits. And it was feeling good. I was moaning
around the cock in my throat and he came in almost no time at
all. 

He was immediately replaced by one of his friends who drove
straight down my throat on his first stroke. I was getting so
cock crazy by that point that I didn't mind at all, even though
it was painful. Meanwhile, the man fucking me finally came and
another man took his place. 

I had expected that each of them would cum once and then I could,
if not go home, at least rest for a moment. It didn't work that
way. These four men kept going around and around until they had
each fucked me three times. At least I think they all did. It
seemed like it. It was pretty hard to keep track, because I was
cumming and cumming like crazy.

When they had finally had their fill of me the four men move back
to their seats and collapsed. I looked at my rapist and asked
where the bathroom was. I had cum all over my face and dripping
down my thighs almost to my knees.

My rapist smiled and said, "I can't let you go walking through
the house like that! Scoop that crap up and eat it."

I looked at him for a moment, then looked down at my thighs and
the cum still dripping from my red, swollen pussy. When I looked
back up at him I saw that he was pointing his camera at me again.
It suddenly occurred to me that he had probably been taking
pictures since he gave me to his friends to use. 

I sighed in resignation and started scooping up the cum from my
thighs and when they were as clean as I could get them I
concentrated on the cum oozing from my pussy. When I had finally
finished he said, "See, now you don't need the bathroom. Wasn't
that a lot easier?"

I nodded, not really agreeing, but knowing that my opinion didn't
matter.

He ordered me back onto my knees and made me suck him hard again.
I did what he wanted and soon his cock was throbbing and ready
for action. That was when he nodded to his friends and they stood
up and surrounded me. They pulled me over a large hassock and
held my firmly, even though I wasn't struggling. 

I felt my rapist kneeling between my legs and I didn't understand
what his friends were holding me down for. I wanted him to fuck
me. 

I quickly understood why they were holding me down. I felt my
rapist insert a large finger coated with a cold, slimy lubricant
into my asshole. 

I knew instantly what he was planning, and I was positive he
would kill me if he tried to fuck my ass with that huge cock.

I started to struggle and I pleaded with him not to do this. I
had never had anal sex. I didn't even understand why anyone would
want to. It was painful and unhealthy and there was a perfectly
good hole right near there that was made for fucking. I started
getting hysterical and he continued to ream me out with his
finger and he used his other hand to slap my ass, hard. 

One of the men holding my arms lifted my head up and tossed a
couple of small pills into my mouth. He held up a glass of water
and I gulped it down, along with the pills.

I looked up at him and he said, "One was a pain killer, the other
is a muscle relaxant. By the time Reed gets two or three fingers
in you and gets you loosened up they will take effect. Hell, you
might even enjoy this!"

I shook my head violently and sobbed, "No, please. He is so big.
He'll tear me. Oh god he is going to kill me."

I dropped my head down and sobbed as my rapist, who I now knew
was named Reed,  worked two lube covered fingers into my ass.

I think the pills were starting to work already. It still hurt,
but now it was more pressure than pain. Still, I had no doubt
that his huge cock would tear me.

There was nothing I could do to get away, so I concentrated on
trying to relax as my rapist started working at me with three
fingers. It was painful again, but bearable. But I kept thinking
about how much my lips had to stretch when I took his cock into
my mouth and I could not imagine my ass opening that wide. I was
not doing so well at relaxing.

The two men holding my arms were getting tired of waiting for the
fun to start. They started taking turns pushing their soft, slimy
cocks into my mouth. 

When they couldn't get hard one of them grabbed my hair and
pulled back, forcing my face up and my mouth open. He leaned down
and lapped my face like a dog. Then he looked me right in the
eyes and spit in my mouth. I was shocked and tried to pull my
head away and spit it out. He laughed at me and slapped my face.
Then he bent down and did it again. He and his friend laughed
when I gave up and swallowed. Then his friend tried it. I was so
distracted by the two of them taking turns spitting in my mouth
that I almost didn't notice it when my rapist started forcing the
head of his fat, hard cock into my ass. 

I screamed as it entered me. The pain was worse than anything I
had ever experienced in my life. He drove it into me several
inches and then paused. One of his friends saw me start to pass
out and slapped my face a couple of times.

I was sobbing hysterically at first, and begging loudly for him
to stop. But he ignored me and continued to drive his cock into
me, and inch or two at a time. Every time he made a little
progress he would pull out a little and then pound more of it
into me. Each time I screamed in agony. As he struggled to force
his cock into me he kept up a running commentary. "God damn this
bitch it tight! Fuck! This is little girl's ass is tearing my
cock up boys! Shit!" On and on in that arrogant manner of his. I
was just a warm place to stick a dick. That it was so incredibly
painful just made it that much more fun for him.

I haven't the slightest idea how long it lasted. I had given up
struggling and just let him do it. My throat, which was already
sore from all of them fucking their cocks into it for so long,
one right after the other, was now sore from screaming too. I
couldn't even scream any more. No more noise came out. Just my
grunts as he pounded into me with so much violence.

In the end, I wasn't even aware of it being over. I suddenly
realized that he wasn't there anymore. The pain was still there.
I was positive that I couldn't walk. I felt moisture running down
my thighs and I was sure that I was bleeding. All five of them
were standing behind me and staring at my asshole and laughing
and joking.

My rapist finally came around and knelt at my face and forced me
clean his cock once more. I didn't even struggle. I took his
soft, slimy, dirty cock into my mouth and sucked it clean. But
first I looked at it curiously. I expected to see it dripping
with my blood. Instead, I saw traces of blood, but the rest was
just sticky, drying cum. I did taste a few traces of fecal
matter, but it was quickly washed away.

While I was sucking my rapist clean, one of the gang of four fell
to his knees and took his place in my ass. I couldn't believe
they would do that. They had to know how much pain I was in!
Still, it wasn't as bad this time. I was stretched wide now, and
somewhat numb. When my rapist pulled his cock free I collapsed
onto the hassock and sobbed quietly as the four men took their
turns in my ass. 

After each one came in me, he would quickly come around for his
cleaning. When the last one had raped my ass, two of them helped
me to my feet and half carried, half dragged me into the nasty
bathroom. They dropped me onto the toilet and ordered me to stay
there until they came for me. That was fine with me.

I sat there for the longest time and listened to the cum drain
out of my ass and my pussy. A small stream at first, but then
more like a leaky faucet dripping into the water below my ass.

I held my face in my hands and cried softly, praying that it was
over.

After a good fifteen or twenty minutes I heard footsteps in the
hall and all five of the men crowded into the tiny bathroom. My
rapist leaned down and said, "Don't worry little girl. It only
hurts like that the first time. It gets a little easier every
time." 

I decided that it would be better if I didn't say what I was
thinking right then. I was always the one that was going to
suffer in any exchange between us. 

It occurred to me to wonder why all five of them were crowded in
here like this. Was it about to start again?

Well, sort of. They were all fucked out. They were here for one
final indignity. My rapist had apparently told them that he had
pissed on me and that I had almost cum when he did it. So they
were here to watch, and then take their turns.

I was picked up and placed on my ass in the cold, enamel bathtub
with my back up against the far side and my legs spread wide. One
of them noticed the huge floating mass of cum in the toilet and
they had a good laugh over that. But my rapist wasn't paying them
any attention. He was standing at the edge of the tub and holding
his cock.

"Look at me," he said. "I want you looking in my eyes when I piss
on your cunt. I want to see the humiliation in your face when you
cum from being pissed on."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at him and then it
started. The first few little squirts landed between my legs on
the bottom of the tub. But soon there was a steady stream of hot
piss pelting my pussy. A strong stream. I felt the heat. I felt
the vibrations throughout my crotch. I felt the shame. Then, with
his four friends gathered around I felt the stream hit my
clitoris and I screamed as I shivered and came at the most
degrading time in my life. 

There were choruses of "Holy shit!" and "I'll be a son of a
bitch!" and similar exclamations. I just opened my eyes again,
after my orgasm passed, and looked at his eyes as the last few
spurts of piss trickled down my thighs.

He stepped back and they each took a turn after him. Only one of
them concentrated on my pussy like my rapist had. It felt good,
but I didn't cum again. The other three covered me with piss. My
tits, my face, my hair. They kept aiming for my mouth, which I
kept tightly closed.

When it was finally over they started drifting out of the room.
My rapist closed the shower curtain and turned the cold water on
full blast. I screamed in shock and scrambled to my feet. He
ordered me to shower and left the room. 

I turned on the hot water and washed my hair and my bruised and
battered body. I dried off quickly and, supporting myself on the
walls, I staggered back out to the living room. I was ordered to
dress and I did, as quickly as I could. The men were already
dressed. I wanted to get out of here before anyone got anymore
ideas.

My rapist drove me home. I just sat crying quietly until we came
to a stop in front of my house. I got myself together and started
to get out of the car when he said, "See you soon, bitch. Don't
worry, like I said, only the first time hurts that bad."

I looked at him and shook my head. "No," I said. "There won't be
a next time. That was the last time you will hurt me like that."

He just smiled that arrogant smile and watched me walk away.

I ran inside and took a long hot bath. I got out and looked at my
bruised body in the mirror. I had numerous bruises, all over my
body. But mostly on my breasts which all five men had taken great
pleasure in abusing. My pussy was red and swollen and sore. I
thought about using a hand mirror to try to determine if my ass
was damaged. But I was afraid to look.

I put on a t-shirt and a pair of panties and curled up in bed and
cried myself to sleep. I was finally cured of my fascination with
my rapist. Today had taken care of that. 

Sean was very late getting home and he went straight to bed. I
had gotten up and dressed and watched a little TV and waited for
him. When he got home we went to bed and he kissed me and told me
he was exhausted. We went to bed and I held him tight while I
listened to him breath deeply in my arms.








I had gotten so much sleep yesterday afternoon and during the
night that I woke up early. I decided to give Sean a treat and
wake him up in a special way. I waited until ten minutes before
the alarm was set to go off. I turned the alarm off. Then I
slipped the covers off of him and took his cock into my mouth. He
woke up quickly and responded instantly. It didn't take much time
before he was cumming in my mouth and I swallowed his cum
happily. He got up and after thanking me with a nice kiss, he
went to take a shower. I dressed quickly, before he could see the
marks on my body.

I made his breakfast and sat and drank coffee with him until he
rushed off. It had been a long week and we were both looking
forward to tomorrow and spending the day together. I just hoped
that the quickly fading marks on my body would be gone by then.
We both normally slept in the nude, and we never made love in the
dark. And I knew we would be making love tomorrow.

After Sean left for work I took a hot shower and then I checked
myself out in the mirror again. The marks were hardly noticeable
now, but they were noticeable. Hopefully they would be gone by
tomorrow. 

My next big concern was answered shortly. Thanks to the coffee
this morning I had to go to the bathroom. I was relieved when
everything seemed to work normally. There was a little tenderness
still. But no pain. I finally couldn't stand it anymore and I had
to look. I got the hand mirror and got up on the bed and looked
at my butt. The black and blue marks were all gone and I couldn't
see anything that looked unusual about my asshole. It didn't look
all stretched out and disfigured. I had never looked at it
before, so I didn't know what it looked like before my rapist and
his friends raped it. But apparently I was going to survive.

I did a little housework. I was afraid to leave the house and I
checked twice to make sure the door was locked. The day went very
slowly. I didn't really expect my rapist to come back for me. At
least not this soon. But still, I felt so vulnerable when I was
home alone. I hadn't felt this way after the first rape, or even
the second. But now I was scared. I had really been hurt
yesterday. And I had really been scared.

Sean called me at a little after eight and said that they had
been let out a little early. He wondered if I would be terribly
upset if he went for one beer with a few of his friends from the
class. Normally I wouldn't have minded at all. But after
yesterday, I was anxious to have my protector home. But I thought
I was safe for a couple more hours, and I knew he had been
working hard and he had earned it. So I put a smile in my voice
told him to have fun. 

After we hung up I sat and watched television. But I kept hearing
noises and it was a very nervous evening. I turned the TV off at
ten and decided to lay in bed and read for a while. I went to my
bedroom and saw a large manila envelope on my bed! I panicked. I
rushed around to make sure that nobody was in my house. I checked
every window and every door and I could find nothing that was
unlocked. Someone had come in and left that package on my bed and
left without me even knowing it!

I went back to my bedroom and stared at the envelope. I was
afraid that I knew what was in it. I picked it up and opened it.
I was right. It was full of 8X10 pictures of me. Well, a few were
of me. Most were of me and one or two or three or even four men.
There were pictures of things I didn't even remember doing. There
were even pictures of me in the bathtub being urinated on and he
had been sure to catch the look on my face when I had an orgasm
from it.

I stared at the pictures for a long time. I didn't know what to
do with them. I didn't dare throw them away. I was afraid that
someone would find them. I was also afraid to keep them, what if
Sean should come across them? While I was trying to decide what
to do with them I tried putting them back into the envelope. In
the process I finally came across the note that had come with
them. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the note. I dearly
wanted to leave it in the envelope and throw the whole mess away.
But I didn't dare. The pictures were just the threat. The note
must be the demand. As much as I wanted this to all just go away.
I didn't dare ignore the note.

I pulled the note out and stuffed the pictures in the large
envelope. I held the note in my hand for a moment. I could see
that it wasn't very long. A few sentences. I finally opened it
and read it. I didn't even realize that I was holding my breath
until I reached the end of the note and realized I was out of
breath. The note said:

      "Bitch

       Don't feel quite so safe now do you? I can get to you any
time I want to. 
       Believe me,  you don't want to make me come drag you out
of your 
       house. As long as you obey me I won't hurt you any more
than I did 
       yesterday. And I won't come and fuck you in front of your
pansy husband. 
       Meet me at The Well. In case you are not familiar with it,
it is a small bar 
       on 34th Street, just south of Libby Drive. You had best be
there at one 
       o'clock, Monday afternoon."

So much for locking the door and staying indoors. I knew
instantly that I would have to go. I was trapped by those
pictures. I was trapped by the fact that I had allowed myself to
be raped twice more by my rapist and his friends. If I had told
someone after the first rape, if I had called the police or told
Sean, then I would have been able to resist. But the fact that I
had allowed him to come into my home and rape me again, and even
worse, I had allowed him to come and take me away to serve him
and his friends, those rapes I couldn't explain. Those rapes, and
the pictures that were taken, made me a prisoner to my rapist's
whims. 

I realized that I had been sitting on the bed staring at the note
for a long time. I hurriedly stuffed it into the envelope and
then stuffed the envelope under some sweaters in a drawer.

I crawled into bed, though now I was wide awake. I sat up and
read a magazine and waited for Sean to come home. I finally heard
the door open and a male's footsteps coming towards the bedroom.
I knew it was Sean. But there was just a tickle of fear in the
back of my brain, because I knew that my rapist had found a way
into my home. 

So, I was both pleased and relieved to see Sean's smiling face.
He came over and kissed me and then I watched him undress. He
went to the bathroom and I heard him using the toilet. It
occurred to me that we had never been in the bathroom together
when one of us was using the toilet. And now I was one! And as I
listened to the stream of urine splashing into the toilet I
realized that my pussy was tingling. When I realized what was
happening I felt positively sick. 

Sean washed up and brushed his teeth and came to bed. We held and
kissed for a while, but he was exhausted and I soon turned over
and we cuddled and went to sleep. Well, he went to sleep. It took
me a little longer. I kept seeing those pictures that I had found
on my bed a little while ago. How could I have gotten myself into
a mess like this?! It just wasn't fair!







The next morning I was up before Sean and I snuck out of the
bedroom and made coffee. I made bacon and toast and put them in
the oven so that when Sean got up I would only have to cook the
eggs and breakfast would be ready.

Sean had put in a lot of long days in the past week and he was
really tired. It was another hour before I heard him moving
around. I poured him a cup of coffee and got the eggs out and by
the time he got to the table breakfast was ready. 

We ate and talked and then, after I cleaned up the kitchen we
went in and took a shower together. We dressed and went grocery
shopping. Then we came home and put everything away and since I
had been stuck in the house all week he offered to take me to a
movie. We picked a movie that appealed to both of us and went to
the late afternoon showing. 

After the movie we stopped for some fried chicken to go on the
way home. We ate at home with a couple of beers. While we were
eating I asked Sean about the race tomorrow. He hadn't mentioned
that he was going to one of his friends houses to watch the race.


"I needed to ask you about that," he said, sheepishly. "The guys
want to come here again. I told them I would see how you felt
about it."

I looked at him for a moment. I wasn't sure how I felt about it.
Last Sunday had been fun. But they will be wanting more than
blowjobs. I am not sure how that will effect the way Sean feels
about me. Or how it will effect how I feel about myself. And I
wasn't sure how my feelings were being effected by my other
problem, my rapist.

"I guess you want them to come over or you wouldn't be asking
me," I said. "I haven't really been with you enough this week to
know if anything is different after last weekend. We had fun on
Sunday. Yes, I had fun too. But I am so afraid that you will
start looking down on me. Or your friends will and it will bother
you. Can you promise me that won't happen?"

Sean hugged me and kissed me and said, "If you have any doubts,
just say no. I know you have more to worry about than I do in a
situation like this. I don't want to pressure you or force you.
But if you enjoy doing it, and if you want to do it, not for me,
but because you enjoy it too, then I can assure you that it won't
effect how I feel about you. I love you with all of my heart. One
of the many things I love about you is your sexuality. If you
want to do this, I will enjoy the hell out of it. If you don't I
will love you just as much and, while I can't promise it will
never come up again, I won't hassle you about it. But you need
your decision to be about what you would like to do, not about
any second thoughts you think I might have. Because the hardest
thing I had to do this week was to get what happened Sunday out
of my mind so that I could concentrate on what the instructors
were saying. So in case you have any doubts, let me assure you, I
am all for it, but only if you can do it and then go to bed with
me on Sunday night and think, "Damn! That was hot!" So leave me
out of the equation. You had fun last time, or you said that you
did. Did you have any regrets?"

I smiled as I remembered last Sunday. No. I hadn't had any
regrets. My only regret is my rapist. What happened Sunday was
exciting and fun. And yeah, I would like to do it again. Or
something like it. I suppose we could do away with those stupid
cards. 

I told Sean, "No, I didn't have any regrets. I enjoyed it. But
what ever you plan for tomorrow, lets leave out the fucking
cards! I don't like playing poker. I always lose!"

"That's the point!" Sean said and laughed.

"But I don't like to lose!" I said.

"That isn't entirely true. I watched you on Sunday and you were
enjoying yourself," he said. "That was why it made me so hot."

"But you can't play cards and watch the race," I argued.

"A naked woman will trump a race any day of the week," he said.

"OK," I said, "I'll leave it up to you. I'll go along with
whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" he asked.

I kissed him and said, "Yes master, your wish is my command."

Sean started kissing me and touching me and it wasn't long before
we were in bed and practicing for tomorrow. It had been a long,
abstinent week. I had missed our love making as much as he did.
But he started right out making up for it. He ate me for a very
long time. I had orgasm after orgasm and finally I was getting
weak, I had to push him away.

I rested up for a few minutes and then I pulled him up and
started to return the favor. As I sucked his cock he picked up
the phone and called his two friends and told them that we were
on for tomorrow. After he hung up the phone we spent the next two
hours practicing in different positions. We didn't quit
practicing until we were exhausted and we fell asleep without
even getting cleaned up.






We woke up at a fairly normal time for a Sunday, but we were
feeling kind of lazy and laid in bed until we had to go to the
bathroom so bad we couldn't stand it any longer. We raced for the
bathroom and since I was closer I won. I sat on the toilet and
peed with him in the room for the first time. He was hopping up
and down and holding his crotch and begging me to hurry. 

I smiled sexily at him and beckoned him closer with my finger.
When he was standing in front of me I put my hand around his cock
and aimed it between my now widespread legs and told him to go
ahead. 

He looked at me like I was crazy for a moment, then he smiled and
said, "OK, baby, you asked for it!"

I felt the pee running through his cock. It was like a vibration.
My aim was terrible and the first of it splashed on the toilet
seat between my legs. Then, as the stream got stronger it sprayed
onto my legs. Finally I gave into my desires and just aimed it at
my pussy. I was peeing into the toilet and Sean was peeing on my
pussy and staring at me in amazement. I sat back and closed my
eyes and Sean finished peeing on my pussy while I had an orgasm.
As soon as I returned to the world of the living I leaned forward
and took his soft, but quickly growing cock into my mouth and
sucked him clean.

I asked him to start the water so that we could take a shower
together before breakfast. I wiped my pussy and my thighs with
toilet paper. I didn't want to drip all over the floor. I stood
up and wiped off the toilet seat and then we got into the shower
and washed each other and hugged and kissed until the water got
cold. We really need a larger hot water heater. 

After we dried off I finally got up the nerve to ask, "Well, did
that gross you out?"

He grinned and said, "It certainly shocked me. I never would have
thought of doing it. I thought you didn't even want me in the
room when you were using the toilet. You were always so shy about
that. But when I saw you cum! Fuck, that was so fucking hot! Is
that something you have been thinking about for a while, or is
that another trick you learned from "Cosmo"?"

I guess I hadn't thought things out when I did that. I wasn't
sure what to say now. Could I tell him about my rapist? This is
probably the best opportunity I will get. And the longer that I
wait the worst it will be. Oh god, I hope I don't fuck this up.

We had gone out to the kitchen and since we were feeling kind of
kinky already we had stayed nude. We were working on breakfast. I
stopped what I was doing and poured us both a cup of coffee and
told Sean to sit down.

I took a sip of coffee and said, "Sean, I have something to tell
you. I should have told you sooner, but I have kind of dug myself
into a hole and no matter what I do I keep getting in deeper. It
wasn't my fault, at first. But then I kind of let things get out
of control. My biggest fear is that you are going to freak out
and do something stupid and get in trouble, or get hurt. I will
understand if you are mad at me. I will even understand if
you.........well, I can't even bring myself to say that. Just sit
quiet and listen and I will tell you everything."

So I did. Every terrible detail from the first rape in the van at
the grocery store to the gang rape on Thursday with my rapist and
his four friends. I watched his face closely as I told the
entire, sordid tale. I saw concern, I saw anger, but I don't know
who he was angry at. I also noticed that his cock was hard most
of the time. I hoped that was a good sign. 

When I had finished I said, "So, that's the real reason I can
deepthroat your cock, and your friends. And that is why I knew I
would cum when you pissed on my pussy this morning. It started
out not my fault. But I could have reported it. I was just too
embarrassed. And once I didn't report it, that was when things
got out of hand. And now it keeps getting worse."

I looked at him for a minute and he just stared at me. I had to
ask, I couldn't stand the suspense any longer, "Please Sean, tell
me what you're thinking!"

He shook his head for a second and then he said, "God Myra, why
didn't you tell me?! I could have protected you! And don't look
so scared, I'm not mad at you. I feel awful about it."

He pulled his chair out from the table and pulled me onto his
lap. I noticed his lap was still feeling kind of lumpy and
suddenly I found my self chuckling.

He looked at me in astonishment and said, "What's so funny?!"

I laughed and said, "It doesn't feel like you feel all that awful
about it. I still feel a lump under my ass."

Sean blushed and said, "It isn't my fault, you know what a
pervert I am! You know the idea of another guy fucking you has
always turned me on. But not hurting you. I can't stand the
thought of someone hurting you."

We hugged and kissed for a moment, but that lump under my ass
never went away. I finally stood up and got us both some fresh
coffee and said, "Wait here." Then I went into the bedroom and
dug out the pictures from Thursday.

I brought him the pictures and tossed them onto the kitchen
table. He looked at them for a moment and said, "Are you sure you
want me to see them?"

I grinned at him and said, "Oh go ahead, you know you are dying
to. I don't mind. What you see can't possibly be any worse than
what you are picturing in your dirty little mind."

I sat back down and sipped my coffee and watched his face as he
looked at the pictures. He tried to be cool, but I could tell
that he found a lot of them exciting. Most of the pictures were
of me and my rapist's four friends. But there were more than a
few of me with my rapist's cock in my mouth and my pussy and
finally my ass. 

Sean just kept looking at those and shaking his head and saying,
"Oh my god! Fuck that must have hurt!"

I slid to the floor and put my head in his lap. I felt guilty
about what I had done and this seemed like a good way to start
making it up to him. I knew that, probably every other woman in
the world would be pissed if her husband got a hardon from
hearing about his wife getting raped or from looking at the
pictures. But I wasn't without guilt here. And the more exciting
he found those pictures, the less likely it was that this would
be a problem for our marriage.

I didn't deepthroat him this time, I held his cock in my mouth
and sucked lightly. But still he came very quickly. I waited
until he was soft and then I sat back up. He had found the note
and was reading it with an expression of concern on his face.

"Well," Sean said, "now that you have told me about him, he has
nothing left to blackmail you with, does he?"

"No," I said, not quite sure how I felt about it. When I had told
Sean about what had happened I had been honest about my feelings.
I had told him how excited I had gotten. I had told him that the
feeling of being helpless and cruelly dominated had turned out to
be a very erotic experience, much to my surprise.

He was watching me now. I saw the realization dawn on him, "You
want to go, don't you?!"

It was my turn to blush and feel guilty. 

"Yes and no," I said. "The idea of it excites me. I don't think
he could hurt me worse than he did the last time. I don't know
what he has planned, but I have to believe that from now on it
would be about domination, not pain. And it scares me that he can
somehow get into our house whenever he wants to. I am sorry, I
know I should not even be considering it. But I can't help having
mixed feeling about it. I can't help it anymore than you can help
how you feel when you think about it, or when you think about me
fucking your friends."

He looked through the pictures again. Then he looked up and said,
"You know how fucked up I am. I would go along if I could watch
sometime, or if I could at least see more of these nasty
pictures. God you look hot!"

"But how do I know you'll be safe?" he asked.

I shrugged. "If it was totally safe it wouldn't be so exciting,"
I admitted. I have a couple of things on my side. I can tell you
the address where this took place," pointing to the pictures of
the gangbang. "And you know the location of our next meeting."

"I had already resolved to go, to keep you from finding out about
it. But now that I don't have to, I can't help feeling just tiny
little nagging feeling of disappointment. Sorry, but I am being
as honest as I can here."

He said, "I can't take a day off from that class. The instruction
is much too intense. So I can't be here to protect you. You have
done a nice job of building up our savings account so fast, but
it isn't enough yet that we could afford to move. I suppose you
could stay at my parents house during the day. But you would be
alone there, since they both work. We could call a cop, but as
you pointed out, after you more or less consented to the last two
meetings I don't know if they would be all that concerned."

"I don't know what to do," he continued. "I suppose the best
thing I can do is tell you that I will go along with whatever you
want to do. You already know I don't get jealous, so that isn't a
concern. Do you know what you want to do?"

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes and tried to think. 

"Since you are so obvious considering it," he said, "I have a
suggestion. When the guys come over today, I will talk Mark into
letting me borrow his cell phone. You take it with you and when
you get to the bar tomorrow you get his license number and call
and leave it on our answering machine. You won't be able to tell
him about me knowing. Well, you can for all I care, but it might
screw up your fantasy."

I looked at him, trying to read his mind. "Could you really
handle this?" I finally asked.

"I can handle it as long as you don't get hurt, and as long as
you don't leave me for that horse hung son of a bitch!" he
exclaimed.

I stood up and said, "Before you take me into the bedroom and
fuck my ass, how do you want your eggs?"

He grinned and gave me his order. 

As soon as breakfast was over we went into the bedroom and he
explored his new sexual option. He was very careful, very gentle.
He took his time and I was surprised at how pleasant it was. If
Sean hadn't been so excited and been able to last just a little
longer, I think I would have had an orgasm! 

When we were done we got cleaned up and I went out to start
making snacks. The pre race show started at noon and I wanted to
get everything ready. We had fooled around so much that they
would probably be here in less than an hour. While I was making
snacks, Sean put the pictures away.

I was all ready for Sean's friends to arrive and I went into the
bedroom to find something sexy to wear. I was looking through my
closet, not even sure what I was looking for, when Sean came in
to see what I was doing.

When I told him, he put his arms around me and pulled me close
and said, "Why don't you just wear what you have on now. I love
you in nothing!"

I kissed him and replied, "No, too blatant. Guys prefer a little
tease first. And I don't know if I am ready to start answering
the door in the nude."

Sean helped me pick out my outfit. We settled on a very short
crop top that only just barely covered my breasts, a tiny thong,
and a micro miniskirt that I moved up a little higher on my waist
so that it was impossibly short. I put on some thigh highs and a
pair of sexy heels. Then I had to fight Sean off, because he was
ready to go again.

"You look beautiful!" he said.

I could see the love in his eyes and hear it in his voice. It was
very reassuring. I could also see the lust, I liked that too.

Then he asked, "You're ready to play this time, right? No
limits?"

I kissed him and answered, "Your wish is my command. I mean that.
For the rest of the day I will do anything you tell me to. Don't
ask me, tell me."

He held me tight and put his hands on my ass and pulled me
against his hardon. I knew how he felt. Getting dressed up like
this for him and his friends and thinking about what I was about
to do had me dripping wet already.

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was time for Mark and Brad
to be getting here and we went out and turned on the TV and while
Sean was turning it to the station the doorbell rang. I went to
let them in.

Mark was in front when I pulled the door open. When he saw me he
whistled. I smiled and moved out of the way. Sean came over and
took the case of beer from him and put it in the kitchen. I
followed him and started putting the beer in the fridge and Mark
and Brad followed and watched me bending over to put the beer
away. I could hear all of the silence behind me and I could feel
their eyes on the cheeks of my ass as I bent over in that tiny
skirt. I knew that things would be getting started much earlier
today. I knew I was going to get fucked, a lot. And believe me, I
was ready.

Unless something was said between them that I didn't hear, Mark
didn't wait for someone else to get things started. He walked up
behind me and put his hand on my ass and started caressing me
while I put the beer away. 

"My god you are beautiful, girl!" he exclaimed. I could hear the
lust in his voice. But more than that I could hear that he did
truly think that I was beautiful. 

I had to pause for a moment when I felt his hand slip down
between my legs and rub my pussy. I have to assume that Sean had
given them some indication that there weren't any limits today. I
couldn't believe that Mark would be this forward so soon, even
after what happened last Sunday.

I finished putting the beer away and I stood up slowly. I turned
around and said, "How dare you sir! Taking advantage of me when I
am so helpless and unable to defend myself!"

He laughed and said, "If you hadn't been wearing that little
thong I just might have taken advantage of you! God you have a
beautiful ass!"

Sean said, "Well damn, Mark. If the thong is in your way, take it
off!"

It was crowded in our little kitchen with the four of us gathered
in front of the fridge. I held up my hand and suggested that we
take this into the other room. 

Sean and Brad turned and led the way. Mark allowed me to precede
him and walked behind me, holding my skirt up in the back to
watch me walk. I put a little extra hip action into it just to
tease him.

The other two had taken seats and were watching us as I strolled
into the room with Mark behind me, exposing me and leering at my
ass.

I suddenly realized that nobody had a drink and I hadn't brought
out the snacks. I apologized for being a bad hostess and asked
everyone what they wanted. Dumb question! It was obvious what
everyone wanted. 

So I went over to Brad and said, "Well Brad, it doesn't look like
anyone is going to be watching the pre race show. Would you mind
giving me a hand with this top?"

Brad smiled and reached up and played with my breasts for a
moment before he finally lifted my crop top up and over my head.
Then I went to Sean for help with my skirt. When I had stepped
out of my skirt and was left in just my heels, hose and thong I
went to Mark. I didn't even have to ask. He dropped to his knees
in front of me and started removing my thong, slowly, with his
teeth. 

The other guys found that amusing. I kind of enjoyed it too.

He was careful to rub his nose against my clit when he had my
thongs down to just below my crotch. Then he edged them down a
little further and I watched him lap at the soaking wet little
patch of cloth. Then he took it into his mouth and sucked my
juices out of it. Watching him made me shiver. I was at least as
ready for what was going to happen as these guys were. Christ I
was horny!

I put my hands on Mark's shoulders and steadied myself as I
slipped my legs out of the thong. Mark started to stick it in his
pocket but I bent over and asked, "Do you really want Kim finding
those when she is doing your laundry?"

He grinned sheepishly and said, "Good thinking," and tossed them
away. Then he pulled me down and I stretched out on the floor in
front of him. He started kissing my feet and sucking my toes. No
one had ever done that to me before and I was surprised at how
arousing it could be. I really enjoyed it. 

As Mark started kissing and licking his way up my legs I saw Sean
and Brad stand up and undress. When they were naked they knelt
beside me and Sean started kissing my lips while Brad started
licking and sucking and squeezing my breast. Having three men
making love to you like that was the most exciting thing. I had
my first orgasm before Mark's tongue ever reached my pussy! I
just surrendered myself to the pleasures they were giving me. I
didn't think, I just felt. It was just total eroticism. I had
stopped worrying about what they would think of me later and I
was totally surrendering myself to them. It was much better than
last week, and last week had been wonderful!

Mark ate me to several orgasms before he paused to undress. I
found myself surrounded my naked men again, it was something I
was really enjoying. I reached out for Sean and Brad's cocks and
both men were lubricating like crazy. My hands were covered in
the slippery fluid and it felt great as I rubbed it all over
their nice, hot, hard cocks. They were groaning and shivering,
and I realized that I had better stop what I was doing or I was
going to have cum running up and down my arms. That wasn't where
I wanted it.

Mark was getting impatient and he said to Sean, "Man, why don't
you get out of the way so we can get a little relief here?! I am
about to explode!"

Sean stopped kissing me long enough to say, "Well what are you
waiting for? Go ahead and fuck her!"

Mark didn't wait to make sure he was hearing right. He lifted my
legs up and moved up so that his cock was resting on my pussy. I
felt him fumbling around and then I felt it enter me. I heard him
gasp as his cock was enveloped in my hot, clasping pussy. 

I gasped too. I was so fucking turned on. Sean kissed me a moment
longer and then he sat up and watched for a few minutes while
Mark fucked me. Mark remained in an upright position, looking
down at me. I looked up at him after Sean sat up. I could see him
watching my face, and watching the violent motion of my breasts
as they swung about in response to his thrusts. 

I didn't even notice Sean leaving the room and coming back with
our digital movie camera. He started filming and when I spotted
him I just smiled. 

Brad decided not to wait and moved up to my face. I turned my
head and took his nice hard cock into my mouth. I started to suck
him enthusiastically, but he stopped me. 

"Slow down Myra," he whispered. "You have gotten me too fucking
hot too soon. I don't want to cum yet."

I pulled my mouth away and suggested, "How about if I relieve
some of that pressure and then I can suck you until you get hard
again?"

He smiled and said, "I never say no to a lady." Then he started
fucking his cock into my mouth, slowly at first, then more and
more like he was fucking my pussy. It didn't last long and when
he started to cum I held the head of his cock in my mouth and
used my hand to finish him off so that I could get his cum in my
mouth and not all down my throat. When he was done I held onto
his cock and pulled my mouth away and showed him his huge load on
my tongue. Then I swallowed slowly and pulled him close again and
licked his cock, getting those last few drops.

I was going to start sucking him again but he pulled away. He
stretched out beside me and started sucking in biting my nipples
and he slid a hand down to play with my clit. God it felt great!
I started cumming and I came twice before Mark roared like a bear
and filled my pussy with a load of hot cum.

Brad sat up and when Mark pulled out of me I turned around and
sucked him clean. No one had ever done that for him before and it
drove him crazy. Sometimes it's a lot of fun being me! I love
driving guys crazy, especially when they pay me back with a
bucket full of orgasms. I had to admit, I was really starting to
enjoy NASCAR!

I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little. Then I
went back to the living room. Sean had already put out some
snacks and gotten everyone a beer. I brought everyone a towel to
sit on. All of our furniture is cheap stuff, but I don't want it
stained any more than necessary. There's no telling when we will
be able to get a nice house and nice furniture.

I saw that the race had started and the guys were watching,
though they looked up when I entered the room and watched me
instead. I was headed over to where Sean was sitting. I was going
to sit on his lap. Mark intercepted me though, and pulled me onto
his lap instead. I stretched out my hand to Sean and he handed me
my beer and I sat in Mark's lap for a while and just enjoyed what
he was doing with his hands while they watched TV. 

While everyone was watching TV, Mark was talking softly in my
ear. "Do you know how old I am?" he asked. I shook my head, I
would have guessed 25 or 26. 

"I'm 29, eleven years older than you. I was the biggest pussy
hound in my high school. Hell, I lost my virginity when I was
thirteen. I have had sex with a lot of girls and a lot of women.
But I have to say that you are the best fuck I have ever had in
my life. And the best cocksucker by a long shot. I am starting to
believe in reincarnation, because no eighteen year old girl could
be as good as you. If Sean wasn't a very good friend of mine, I
would be all over you. I would leave my wife for you. No, get
that look off your face. Don't worry. I wouldn't do that to
either of you. I am just saying, you are the most fantastic fuck
in the fucking world!"

I looked around and saw that Sean and Brad had been listening. I
felt better knowing that he wasn't trying to do something behind
Sean's back. apparently he was just paying me a compliment. I
could tell by the lump under my ass that he was being sincere, so
I thought I would thank him appropriately. I got between his legs
and sucked him off. I could see Sean recording it so I made sure
to smile at him after I swallowed Mark's cum. 

When Mark was satisfied I looked at Brad. He had gotten hard
again too. I walked over on my knees to where he was sitting and
I kissed his cock and licked it a little and then I smiled at him
and asked, "Wanna fuck?"

He laughed and said, "Nah, not really. But I hate to see you
suffer like this."

I tossed my towel onto the rug and sat down on it and stretched
out on my back. Brad 
moved to my side and started kissing me and feeling me up. I
liked Brad, but I also liked sex with him. He seemed to enjoy the
foreplay as much as I did. He was very good with his hands too. I
came twice while he kissed me and moved his hands all over me,
and then twice more while he ate my juicy pussy. He finally
couldn't take it anymore and he got into position over me and I
guided him into me with my hands. 

While he was fucking me Sean handed the camera to Mark and he got
down beside me. He started whispering in my ear. "Having fun?"

I nodded and smiled at him. 

"Good," he said. "I love it when you are having fun." Then he
reached between us and played with my tits while we kissed. I
could see Brad above us, watching and smiling and fucking faster
and faster.

Sean moved his hand down and started rubbing my clit while Brad
picked up the pace and soon both of us were cumming. He stayed
above me, leaning on his arms and watching Sean and me kissing,
until his cock was soft. When he pulled it out I sat up and
sucked him clean. Then I started to get up and go to the bathroom
and wash up again but Sean stopped me. 

"No, don't go yet. I want to fuck you when you are full of
another man's cum."

I smiled and laid back down. Sean moved over me and his cock slid
right in. Our lips met and our eyes were open and we were staring
at each other. He had his hands around my wrists was holding my
arms above my head the way I like. 

He started fucking me, slow and gentle and god I was turned on! I
don't usually cum from just fucking, but I was so turned on, and
he was doing it so good, and the idea that he was fucking me when
my pussy was full of Brad's cum, that was all just too much and I
started cumming again. Even all the noise from the race cars
seemed to be contributing!

Sean finally came and I sucked him clean. Then he helped me up
and walked me back to the bathroom so I could clean up. Well,
that was what I thought it was for. He closed the door and sat me
on the toilet and I knew what he had in mind when he stood in
front of me and spread my legs apart.

He bent down and kissed me and told me how much he loved me. And
how much he loved how hot I was, how sexy I was. Then he
straightened out and held his cock in his hand and soon I felt a
hot stream of piss streaming over my pussy. I sat back and closed
my eyes and my hands came up to caress my tits and pull on my
nipples and before he finished I had another explosive orgasm. I
slumped onto the toilet and rested a minute while he turned on
the hot water to warm up the shower. He kissed me again and left
me to clean myself up.

It went on like that all afternoon, until almost 6:30 PM. During
that entire time there was always somebody doing something to me,
or I was doing something to them. Sean apparently hadn't told
them about my ass being opened up. I guess he was keeping one
hole for himself. Well, himself and my rapist.

We were all exhausted by the time the race was over. I took the
two guys back to the bathroom one at a time and showered with
them so that they wouldn't go home smelling like pussy. My pussy.


They finally left a little before seven. A secondary good effect
of having these little orgies at our house on Sunday was that we
seemed to have enough beer left over to last through the week. 

Sean and I cleaned up the living room and I opened the windows to
air out the house for a while. We had snacked enough that neither
of us wanted supper. We had already had enough beer for the day
too. So we just sat and cuddled on the couch and watched TV for a
while. 

Sean still had another week of training left, so we went to bed
early again. I had not had any trouble avoiding thinking about
tomorrow and what might happen. I had been pretty busy. Now, with
Sean breathing quietly beside me, I wondered about tomorrow. I
knew I shouldn't go. I knew that I didn't have to. He couldn't
blackmail me with the threat of giving those pictures to my
husband. I still had to worry about pissing him off and having
him come to my home when Sean was at work and teach me a lesson
for disobeying him. I was pretty sure he would do that if I
didn't show up. He would wait until I had gotten complacent and
then one day he would be in my house and he would find something
terrible to do to me.

But I knew that wasn't why I would probably go to him tomorrow. I
would go to him because it excited me to be afraid of him and to
be helpless before him. And I would go to my rapist tomorrow
because I craved that feeling of being powerless, helpless.








The next morning at breakfast, Sean handed me Mark's cell phone.
We decided that it was about time to get phones of our own. It
was an expense I really didn't want to take on yet, but there are
times, like today, that cell phones are handy.

After Sean left for his class, I went to the bedroom to decide
what to wear today. I knew it would have to be sexy, but he
hadn't told me anything about what he had planned so I didn't
know what would be appropriate.

I finally settled on a nice sundress with a very deep cut front.
It was open to below my breasts and showed a great deal of
cleavage. I picked out a pair of lacy white bikini panties and 
some white thigh highs with lacy tops that nearly matched the
panties.

Then I piddled around the house with nothing to do for several
hours. Finally it was time for me to take a shower and get
dressed. I trimmed my dark red pubic hair into a neat V, and I
shaved my legs and my armpits. I showered and oiled up my skin
and put on my makeup. I did my hair and at last got dressed and
ready to leave. Just before I left I took two Tylenol and sprayed
sore throat spray down my throat. Better safe than sorry.

Then I drove over to 34th Street and cut down to Libby. When I
stopped at the intersection I saw The Well across the street and
I pulled into the parking lot behind my rapist's car. As Sean
suggested, I called our home phone and left his license number on
our answering machine. Then I put the cell phone in my purse and
got out and locked my car. I stood there, I was five minutes
early. It took me a minute to get the courage to walk inside.

I looked around the parking lot. There were a dozen cars and
pickup trucks in the lot. I couldn't really tell anything about
the bar from the outside. It just looked like a quiet
neighborhood bar. It wasn't a strip joint or a biker bar or
anything special. At least as far as I could tell.

I knew I would regret it if I walked in to that bar ten seconds
late, so I headed in, two minutes early. I stopped inside the
door and looked around the dark bar until I saw my rapist. He was
sitting at a booth against the far wall with two other men. The
two men were not two of the four from last week. 

I saw my rapist look up and see me. But then he ignored me. He
turned back to his two companions and resumed his conversation. I
walked over to stand beside his table and wait for him to tell me
what he wanted me to do.

As I stood there his two companions ogled me, but my rapist
continued to ignore me for several moments. He turned to me after
several long, uncomfortable minutes and asked, "Are you wearing a
bra?" 

I knew that he could see that I wasn't. It was obvious. But I
shook my head. It occurred to me that he had only asked me to
embarrass me, and it worked.

Then he asked, "Are you wearing panties?"

I answered, "Yes sir."

"Show me," he ordered.

I didn't even look around the room to see who was watching. I
didn't want to know. I reached down and started pulling the
material of my little sundress up. It was only about four inches
below my crotch. By the time I had gathered a double handful of
material I was displaying several inches of my underwear for the
amusement of my rapist and his companions. 

He was still watching me, still waiting, so I pulled my skirt up
all the way to my waist in front. He finally complimented me on
my choice of undergarments. I started to drop my skirt back into
place but he said, "I didn't tell you that you could do that!
Fuck up again and I'll spank you right here in front of
everyone."

"Yes sir," I said. "I'm sorry sir."

"You're damned right you're sorry," he said sarcastically. "But
you still have to be punished so that you will remember not to do
it again. Hand me your dress."

I shivered in fear as I dropped my skirt and unbuttoned the front
of my little sundress. I heard men gathering around behind me as
I slipped it off of my shoulders and handed it to my rapist. 

He set my dress on the seat beside him and ordered me to go get
him another beer. I kept my eyes down and tried not to listen to
all of the obscene comments from the dozen or so men in the bar
as I walked through them to the bar, which was against the side
wall of the long, narrow bar room. Several of the men groped me
as I passed through them, but I finally made it to the bar and
asked for a beer for my rapist. 

I paid for it and took it back to him, getting groped even more
this time, since everyone had seen that I had done nothing to
prevent it before.

I put my rapist's beer down near him and waited for my next
humiliation. It wasn't long in coming. He looked at me, with that
arrogant, disdainful look and said, "You look silly in just those
panties. Might as well take them off."

Oh Christ! I was going to be naked in a bar room full of dirty
old men! I didn't see a man in here that was not older than my
father. They were a collection of old, mostly overweight, ugly
old men. And they were enjoying the hell out of my discomfort. I
couldn't see any compassion on a single face in this room.

I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and I was about to slide them
down when he stopped me. 

"Why don't you ask around and see if anyone else would like to do
that for you, you stupid cunt," he ordered.

I never got to actually ask anyone to take my underwear off. As
soon as I turned around there was a brief struggle and the winner
stuck one large hand down the front of my panties and another
large hand down the back of them and groped me for a moment
before he slowly slid them down off of my hips and down my
thighs. As my flesh was bared to the men in the room, those close
enough explored my naked flesh eagerly.

My rapist finally stood up and his companions joined him. They
dragged me to the other end of the room where there was a small,
sturdy, square table in the corner. My rapist picked me up and
dropped me onto the table on my back. Then he stood at my head
and pulled out his large cock and began fucking my throat while
one of his companions started fucking my pussy. The comments from
the audience as they saw me swallow my rapist's cock were
disgusting, and they really turned me on. 

As soon as my rapist came down my throat, the other man from his
table took his place. I noticed a lot of men taking pictures of
me with cell phone cameras. And I also noticed someone recording
everything with a movie camera. But none of that mattered now.
All that mattered were cocks and cum. And I was kept full for
nearly two hours before those dirty old men were finished with
me. 

My rapist came over after I had been alone for several minutes.
He handed me a spoon and ordered me to clean up. That got the men
gathered around me again and they all watched as I scooped up all
of he cum that I could from my thighs and my pussy and ate it.
When I had done that he picked me up off of the table and pointed
to the large pool of cum on the table. When I had licked that up
he pointed to another pool on the nasty floor. I was already
starting to get sick to my stomach. I just managed to control
myself as I dropped down and licked the cold, runny cum off of
the floor. Even my audience seemed to be getting grossed out.

I was pulled to my feet when my rapist was satisfied and he
pulled me back over to his table. He picked up my dress and my
purse and dragged me to the door and pushed me into the parking
lot. He followed me out and said, "You did pretty good today, but
then, I was taking it easy on you." Then he handed me another
note and ordered me to go home.

I could see cars slowing down on the street and I heard several
horns honking as I quickly slipped my dress on and rushed to my
car and got in. I looked around and saw no one, so I opened the
note and read:


        "Bitch,

         Be ready when I pick you up tomorrow morning at eight.
Dress nice, but 
         Conservative, wear a bra, plain panties, thigh highs.


Fuck! Two fucking days in a row! 

I started my car and drove home and raced to the bathroom. 

I was surprised that no one had touched my ass today. Well, that
isn't right, nobody had fucked my ass today. But I was certainly
glad. I had feared my rapist's cock in my ass more than anything
else. To be honest, today had been a pretty easy day. I had
fucked and sucked a dozen middle aged men. No rough stuff. And I
had been forced to undress in a public bar. That was exciting, in
a humiliating kind of way.

I lay in my tub, as hot as I could stand it, and thought about
the events of the day. I ended up using my finger and coming
several times as I thought about what I must have looked like,
undressing in that far full of dirty old men that were almost old
enough to be my grandfather, and submitting to them. Letting them
fuck my mouth and my pussy. My grandfather doesn't live in our
town. I wonder if he would have fucked me if he had been there?

I washed myself all over and then I just soaked in the bubble
bath. The next thing I knew I was waking up and the water was
cold. I stood up and dried off and saw that it was only a little
after seven PM. There was no set time for Sean to come home this
week, but he would probably not be home for at least two more
hours, probably three. 

I went out and to the kitchen and had a salad and then I watched
some mindless pap while I waited for Sean. He came in at just
after nine and I could tell how relieved he was to see me
unharmed.

He told me that he had been worrying about me all day and was
terrified that he did the wrong thing when he didn't forbid me to
go to that bar today.

We went right to bed and curled up with my head on his chest and
my hand on his cock as I told him about my day. He got hard as
soon as I started telling him about lifting my skirt in the
middle of that bar.

The story involved a lot of repetition, and nothing really out of
the ordinary, well, what passes for ordinary these days. I told
him about getting dressed to the sound of honking horns in the
parking lot and then I gave him a nice blowjob. He asked me if I
would like him to return the favor, but I was still pretty tender
and I had actually done a pretty good job of taking care of that
in the bathtub. So we went to sleep in each other's arms. I
decided to wait until morning to tell him about the next set of
directions, the next note.







On Tuesday morning I waited for him at the breakfast table and
after he had eaten and we were sitting there drinking coffee I
showed him the note. 

He read it and then he shook his head. "I don't know babe. I was
worried sick about you yesterday."

"Yes," I responded, "but last night you listened to what happened
and when I put my mouth on your cock you came in less than a
minute. Besides, how am I going to get you a copy of the movie if
I don't see him again?"

"So I guess that means you want to try again," he asked.

"It was exciting for me too. You know what turned me on the most?
Undressing in front of all of those strange men. The sex was OK.
I came a bunch of times at first, until I started getting sore.
But when he ordered me to lift my skirt in that bar I was so
turned on! But there was no pain yesterday. I'm sorry, I do find
it exciting to be under his control. But if you don't want me to
I won't. And no, I won't resent it. After all, we'll still have
Sundays," I said with a smile.

He kissed me and headed for the door. At the door he turned and
said, "It's up to you. But please be careful."

I suddenly remembered that I had Mark's cell phone and I called
him back and handed it to him. We kissed again and then I went to
pick out something to wear for my rapist.

In a way it was better, not having to wait until the afternoon.
All that fear, dread and anticipation could drive you nuts.

I took a shower and picked out a plain white bra and panty set
that would have made my mother proud. I wore a plain white blouse
and a navy skirt that almost touched my knees. I had on suntan
knee highs and a comfortable shoe with a one inch heel. I looked
like the schoolmarm.

He rang my bell ten minutes early, but I was sitting, waiting
impatiently and I jumped up and let him in. He looked me over and
made me lift my skirt. He apparently approved and started out the
door, nodding for me to follow him.

We went out to his car and I sat on the passenger side and stared
out of the window. He ignored me. He said not a word since he
came in to my house that morning and told me to life my skirt so
that he could check my underwear.

Before long my rapist pulled up in front of a large, modern
building. The sign out front said Dark Dreams Studios. 

I got out and followed my rapist inside. I followed him down a
hall to an office. He opened the door and went in and sat down. I
went in and stood beside him, waiting for an order. We waited for
several minutes until a man finally came in from another door in
the back of the office. He smiled when he saw us and came around
the desk and looked me over. 

"What's your name sweetheart?" he asked.

"Myra, sir," I responded.

"And how old are you?"

"Eighteen, sir."

"Do you have your ID with you?"

I handed him my driver's license.

"Do you know why you are here?" he asked.

"No sir," I responded.

He turned to my rapist and asked, "Is she going to be any
trouble?"

"Don't worry, she'll do anything I tell her to do," he answered.
Then he turned to me and said, "Won't you cunt?"

I nodded.

The stranger asked my rapist if I was dressed as they had
discussed and he nodded. 

He went back around his desk and sat down and filled out some
forms referring to my driver's license. He looked up and asked me
if the address was correct and I nodded.

I waited in silence for a few minutes and then he called me over
to his desk and made me sign some papers. I didn't know what they
said, and he didn't explain. He showed me where to sign and then
he stared down my blouse while I bent over and signed the forms.

I was then led through the door that the man had come in through.
There were two men near the far end of a long hallway with
professional looking movie cameras pointed at us. The man who had
given me the papers to sign instructed me to go the door on the
left, just this side of the men with the cameras, and not to look
at the cameras. I was instructed to knock on the door and ask for
Mike Hunt.

As soon as he had finished telling me what to do he stepped back
into his office and waived me on. I walked slowly down the
hallway, more curious than scared, so far anyway. 

I stopped in front of the door, self conscious about the cameras,
and knocked. A deep voice asked who was at the door and, as
instructed I answered that I was looking for Mike Hunt. I had
seen "Porky's" and I knew what I was saying.

There was a pause and the door opened. On the other side of the
door was a very large, very black man who appeared to be in his
late forties or early fifties. He had a very mean look on his
face. He looked me over and said, "Well hello little girl. What's
your name darlin'?"

"Myra," I responded. Now I was nervous.

Another large black man appeared behind the man I was talking to.
He was looking me up and down and he obviously liked what he was
seeing.

The man who had opened the door asked, "How old are you Myra?"

"Eighteen," I responded.

"Shit," he exclaimed, "I got two kids older than you!"

"So tell me," he continued, "how long have you been looking for
your cunt?"

"Excuse me!" I said. I had an idea where this was going, but I
didn't want to screw it up and piss my rapist off.

The man at the door invited me inside and stepped up and grabbed
my arm and pulled me in, gently, but firmly.

The camera men followed me in. I saw that I was on a movie set
that appeared to have been made up to represent a living room in
a run down tenement. There was a camera man already in the room
and I also spotted some overhead cameras. I also saw four more
large black men sitting around the room watching us. All of the
men were large and all seemed to be in about the same age group,
about ten or fifteen years older than my father.

The man that had answered the door brought me into the room and
stood behind me and said, "Did you hear that fellas? This poor
young thing can't find her cunt! Have any of you seen her cunt?"

The men were all laughing and smiling and they all agreed that
none of them had seen my cunt.

Two of the men who had been seated stood up and joined the two
that already stood on either side of me. 

One of them said, "Well gentlemen, it seems to me that the
charitable thing to do here, is to help this lady find her cunt."
There were murmurs of agreement and I started backing up. I said,
"I think I must have come to the wrong door. I need to leave now.
I am sorry I bothered you." 

But I knew I wouldn't be allowed to leave. The four men that
surrounded me started fondling me through my clothing. One of the
cameras kept coming in for close ups of their hands on my body.

I struggled a little, I tried to pull away and one of the men
slapped me and said, "Stand still god damn it! You ain't going
nowhere bitch!"

I screamed. Well, it was more of a loud squeak actually. I put my
hand to my face and then I stood still as the men started
undressing me. One of them held my hand up and examined my
wedding ring. 

"How long have you been married, little girl?" he asked.

"Almost five months," I responded, not much above a whisper. I
was crying quietly now and the tears were rolling down my cheeks.


One of the men leaned down and licked the tears off of one cheek.
Seeing that a man on the other side of me asked him how I
tasted.

The first man said, "Sweet. Yeah man, this is one sweet little
pussy."

The second man leaned down on the other side of me and licked my
other cheek and then he grabbed my hair and turned my head and
started kissing me, probing my mouth with his long, fat tongue.

While he kissed me I felt my blouse being slowly removed and
someone was unbuttoning my skirt. I felt my skirt fall to the
floor and the man kissing me straightened up and, along with his
friends, checked me out in my modest white bra and panties. Their
hands were moving all over me now. 

One large hand slid up my thigh and rubbed my pussy through my
underwear. He said, "I think I have some good news for you little
girl. I believe I have located your lost cunt."

The others all chuckled at that. Someone behind me unfastened my
bra and it was unceremoniously dragged down my arms and cast
aside. It was immediately replaced by large, strong, rough hands.
They squeezed and pulled and just generally mauled my breasts.

They left my panties on for a long time as they explored my
breasts and one of them went back to kissing me. There were also
hands exploring me over my panties. Caressing the cheeks of my
butt and pressing against my pussy and rubbing, pushing my
panties inside my damp slit.

Two of them were taking turns kissing me. I had never kissed a
black person before. I had thought that it would be different.
But all I noticed was that I was so overpowered by these large,
dominant men. I was having trouble restraining myself. I knew it
was too early for them to see how aroused I was becoming.

Two of the men grabbed the waist band of my panties and lifted me
right off of the floor. The crotch panel pulled right up into my
slit and my pussy lips bulged out around the material. I wouldn't
know until later, when I finally saw the movie, how obscene it
looked. One of the men bent over and looked closely at my pussy,
stretching out the straining material of my panties and said,
"Yeah, no doubt about it girl, we have found your missing cunt."

The two men set my feet back on the floor and then one of them
roughly stripped off my panties. I was pulled over to a ratty
looking, but sturdy coffee table and bent down over it. someone
produced some rope and my wrists were secured to the legs on one
side of the table, then my knees were spread as wide as possible
and secured on the other side. This was the first time I had been
tied up and, don't tell anyone I said so, but it was pretty
exciting

My head hung down and I stared at the floor while I listened to
the sound of the men undressing. One of the men knelt by my face
and lifted my head, using my hair as a handle. I could see the
camera man right beside me, getting a good close up.

"I ain't never fucked a redhead," the man said. "But I'll get
around to that later. First I want to see if you are any good at
sucking cock. You ever sucked a black cock before, little girl?"

I gasped out, "No." It was hard to talk because of my hair being
pulled back and the hands that were roughly exploring my body.

I saw the man's cock for the first time. It was not quite as
thick as my rapist's cock, though it was just about the same
length. It was still not quite hard though, so I was a bit
concerned about how much longer it might get.

He grabbed his cock with his free hand and rubbed the head of it
all over my face. I closed my eyes but he ordered me to keep them
open. It was hard, and I couldn't see very well now because of
the tears that were flowing again, mostly because of the pain
from having my hair pulled.

He pressed the head of his cock against my lips and I didn't
struggle. I opened my mouth and he started slowly forcing more
and more of his large cock into my mouth. It didn't take the
gentle treatment long to go away though. Soon he was thrusting
all the way to the back of my throat and on one of his brutal
thrusts his cock finally plunged down my throat. It seemed to
surprise him and he paused and held my lips stretched tightly
around the base of his large cock and said, "Son of a bitch! Look
at what this little cunt can do!" 

He held his cock there for much too long and I was getting
desperate for air by the time he pulled it back and let me
breath. He didn't give me much time to gasp for air though. He
started fucking my mouth hard.

I was distracted by one of them fumbling with my pussy and soon I
had another, obviously very large black cock fucking me
violently. They both fucked me and they were very rough about it.
I had the feeling that their cocks were meeting somewhere in the
middle of me. But they didn't cum. They pulled out and two more
men with equally impressive slabs of hard, black meat took their
places. 

The six of them kept taking turns, alternating as their turns
came back around. Except for the first three cocks in my mouth
they always tasted like pussy when they first entered my mouth. 

As they fucked me at both ends the four that were waiting their
turns kept up a running line of filthy chatter about my various
merits and shortcomings as a piece of white ass. I was aware of
it, but I wasn't listening. I mostly focused on the cock in my
mouth at the moment. The one in my pussy could take care of
itself, but I had to concentrate on breathing around the one in
my mouth and my already sore throat.

They went on alternating like that for a very long time. At least
it seemed like a long time to me. Then they started cumming. They
all came the same way. One at a time they pulled my head up and
stuck the end of their cock in my wide open mouth and used their
free hand to beat off into my mouth. The camera was right their
to capture the gobs of cum shooting into my mouth. All six of
them filled my mouth with their cum that way.

The man that had cum first waited until the others had all filled
my mouth with their hot loads and then he made me suck him again.
As soon as I started sucking I knew what was coming. One of the
others was stretching out my ass and applying a cold lube to my
hole. All six of these cocks were as fat as my rapist's, so I
knew this was going to be bad. But all I could do was plead with
them not to do that. Nobody understood me though, because of the
cock in my mouth. 

But they knew what I was gurgling about. They were laughing and
joking about how they were going to tear my ass up, make it so I
had to wear a diaper the rest of my life. That hadn't even
occurred to me. I had just been worried about getting torn and
having to go to the doctor and explain what had happened.

The cock in my mouth was hard now and the man behind me was
apparently satisfied that my ass was loosened up enough. The man
I was sucking pulled out and moved behind me. There was a pause,
hopefully he was putting some lube on his huge cock. Then I felt
it. The pressure of that huge piece of meat pushing relentlessly
against my small, tight hole. 

I screamed in pain. A lot of pain. It took him several attempts
before he was finally able to push the head of his cock into my
ass. I screamed again, long and hard. I screamed so hard it hurt
my already very sore throat. But they all thought it was amusing
and the five waiting their turns just encouraged the one raping
my ass to give me hell and make it hurt.

For a long time they stood around watching. Then one of them came
around and put his cock in my mouth, getting warmed up for his
turn.

The six of them lasted well over an hour and a half this time.
But they didn't cum in my ass. Every time one of them was ready
to cum they stood up and walked around the table and came the
same way they did the first time, jacking off into my mouth while
the one that was next buried himself in my painfully stretched
ass.

And after each one came in my mouth they gave me a moment to
swallow before they plowed their soft cocks into my mouth to be
cleaned.

Two of the men apparently didn't find my tight ass to be
satisfying enough. The first kept slapping my ass with his large
hand, very hard. The sharp noise of every slap filled the room.
My ass was bright red by the time he came around to shoot his cum
into my mouth. The second one didn't use his hand. He used a
doubled up leather belt. I was begging him to stop, in my raspy
whisper, the only way I could communicate by this time. But my
cries of pain and my pleas for mercy were apparently just what he
wanted to hear, because he kept on beating my ass until he too
was ready to fill my mouth.

When all six of them were through raping my ass they untied me
from the table. I prayed it was over, but I saw that they were
still filming. I was flipped over onto my back and tied back
down. Now that I could look up I saw that there was an
observation area on one side. since the room we were in had fake
walls and no ceiling, there were a series of seats that looked
down over one of the walls. I saw a dozen men and four women
watching avidly as I was raped by these six black men. But it was
all in the name of art. I was going to be a movie star!

Soon after I was secured to the table on my back there was a
knock on the door. 

Oh Christ! Not more of them. God, I am so sore and tired.

One of the men opened the door and another large black man came
in, carrying a small leather bag. Like a doctor's bag.

He placed the bag on the table beside me and looked me over. He
was talking to one of the men, but at first I didn't understand
what they were saying. But when I did I panicked. I started
struggling and yelling at them to let me go. They were talking
about piercing! They were discussing how many and where!

I need to explain to you that I am terrified of needles. I am one
of the few women in the western world that has not had her ears
pierced. So I was crying hysterically now and begging them to let
me go. 

It was music to their ears.

The new man stood over me, watching and smiling and undressing.
As soon as he was undressed he knelt between my legs and pushed
his long, fat cock into my pussy and held it there. Then he
reached out and started pinching and pulling on my nipples. I was
trying to hold my head up so that I could see what he was doing.
Right up until he clamped some strange metal device down on my
nipple and stabbed me with a large needle. 

I passed out immediately and my head dropped down and struck the
side of the coffee table with a loud thunk. If you buy the movie
you will hear it. 

They stopped what they were doing and slapped my face until I
returned to consciousness, and then they finished piercing my
right nipple and inserting a large ring. They had to awaken me
twice more before they got the first ring in. 

Then they did the same thing on my left nipple. And again I
passed out several times before they finished inserting the ring.
As soon as he finished mutilating my nipples he stroked his cock
in and out of me a few times, then he pulled out and started
manipulating my clitoris. I couldn't scream anymore. My throat
was so raw that a quiet rasping noise was all that I was capable
of. But I made that noise and whipped my head back and forth and
did anything I could to make them stop. All to no avail.

My head hung down and I couldn't see what was happening. But I
felt that clamp when they applied it to the skin over my clit and
I felt the needle when they plunged it into me. By the time I
regained consciousness this time the ring was in. The pain in my
nipples and my clit were unbearable. I was pissed off, but I was
also terrified. I saw the camera right in my face, recording my
pleas and my suffering and I looked into the lens and pleaded
softly to go home.

But they weren't through yet. The newcomer moved to the other
side of the table and knelt by my head. He reached into his bag
and pulled out a big, round, rubber coated, metal circle. He
forced it into my mouth, despite everything I did to avoid it.
Then he fastened the straps on it to the back of my head. 

I was past fighting him now. I went limp on the table and waited
for the nightmare to end. One of the first six men came over and
held my head up horizontally. I closed my eyes now. I couldn't
watch. I felt the clamp close over my tongue and the pain as he
pulled it out of my mouth as far as he could. Then I felt the
stabbing pain as he drove another needle into my tongue. He
fiddled around with the piercing in my tongue for a while. Then
he removed the clamp and finally the ring which was holding my
mouth wide open.

But he wasn't quite done yet. He was still hard. He went back
around to my pussy and drove his large cock back into me. I
screamed again. Every move he made aggravated the pain in my
clit. I could only be thankful that he was apparently very
excited by his work because he lasted only half as long as the
other men that had raped me today. Unlike the others though, this
one came in my pussy.

I was finally untied and two of the men helped me to my feet.
They half carried me to the door and one of them said, "You're a
pretty good fuck little girl. You ever need help finding your
cunt again you come on back. I suspect it will be a lot easier to
find now though." Then he threw my clothes out into the hall and
pushed me after them. 

One of the camera men had preceded me out into the hallway. I
stood outside the door and struggled into my skirt and blouse.
Then, with my underwear in my hand, I staggered down the hallway
to the door I had entered through when all of this started.

I went into the office and walked around the desk and sank into a
chair against the wall and waited. Ten minutes later my rapist
returned with the man I had first spoken to when I came in.

My rapist said, "Cunt, it is a good thing for you that my friend
here provided some young ladies we could use during your taping.
Because that was one hell of a sexy show and you would have hated
what would have happened if I hadn't just got my rocks off."

I just looked at him, a vacant look. I was almost beyond pain
now. 

My rapist shook hands with the other man and we left. I groaned
in pain with every move I made. I hurt so fucking bad, in so many
fucking places. I screamed out loud when I tried to sit in the
car. I was getting my voice back, lucky me.

My rapist drove me straight home and helped me to my door. He
followed me inside and handed me a tube of some kind of
antibiotic ointment and a piece of paper with directions for the
care of new piercings. 

I set the paper and the cream on the table and stood waiting for
him to leave so that I could go take a bath. 

Instead, he pulled me down the hall and bent me over my bed and
pulled my skirt up over my ass and after fumbling around for a
minute he drove his oversized cock into my already sore asshole.
As he fucked me he said,  "Sorry cunt, but you just turn me the
fuck on too much to not fuck you."

My legs were spread wide and his big heavy ball sack kept
swinging up and hitting my cunt while he fucked my ass. It just
missed my clit on each thrust. But I was so worried about the
pain in my other body parts that I hardly noticed the pain in my
butt.

He came in about fifteen minutes. Actually, almost exactly
fifteen minutes. I was staring at the clock on Sean's side of the
bed while he raped my ass. I suddenly realized that it was almost
one in the afternoon. It had been almost five hours since he
picked me up. And the last hour or so of it had been pure
torture.

He finally came in my ass and, I suppose because of my newly
pierced tongue, he put his cock away without making me suck it
clean.

Before he left he told me that he would give me two or three
weeks before he decided what games to play with me next. He told
me that he would stop over in the next few days with a copy of
the movie I had made today and a copy of the movie he had made of
me earlier. 

"Well," I thought, "that should please Sean." Though, to be
honest. I was interested in seeing most of it too, right up until
they started stabbing holes in my body and sticking metal into
me. In case you hadn't guessed, I am not a big fan of piercing or
tattooing.

My rapist finally left and I didn't even follow him out to lock
the door. It hurt too much to walk. I undressed and hobbled into
the bathroom and took a long hot bath. 

I soaked for half an hour and then I dried off and followed the
directions for the care of the new holes in my body. Then I
crawled under the covers and slept for several hours. I was
exhausted, physically, but mostly emotionally. I needed to shut
my mind off for a while.

I woke up before Sean got home. I struggled to my feet, put on a
loose robe and hobbled to the living room to wait for him.

I sat there, with my robe open to avoid irritating my new
piercings. I was also constantly aware of the new hardware in my
tongue which, although it didn't seem to hurt as much as the
others, it kept rattling against my teeth and was very annoying.

When I heard Sean's car in the driveway I closed my robe and sat
up. When he came in and saw me he knew I was in pain. He hurried
over and I stopped him from hugging me. I struggled to my feet
and opened my robe and showed him my new jewelry. He looked at
the rings in my nipples and that was all that he saw at first. I
pointed out the ring in my clit and he bent down and whistled and
said, "God damn! Shit baby, that had to hurt!"

When he straightened back up I stuck my tongue out at him. 

"Oh my god! Honey, are you OK?!"

I shrugged. I suppose I would be. I really didn't feel like
talking about it right now. I hugged him carefully, but it wasn't
very satisfactory. He pushed me away and turned me around and
hugged me from behind and that was a little better. 

He just held me for a while, I guess he didn't know what to say.
There wasn't anything that he could say really. It was going to
take time.

And it did. I had no sex of any kind for the next two and a half
weeks. And believe me, with the rings constantly calling my
attention to my nipples and my clit, sex was on my mind a lot.

Mark and Brad were disappointed of course. Sean told them we
would have to skip the race for two weeks, but promised to make
it up to them.

My rapist dropped by after ten days. He dropped off the two DVDs
and checked on my piercings. Since he was there he went ahead and
bent me over the arm of a chair and lubed me up and fucked my
ass. I guess practice makes perfect. It hardly hurt at all this
time.

I hid the DVDs until I could watch them. I wanted to see how bad
they were before I showed them to Sean. They were pretty bad. I
watched them over a three day period. I even watched the part
where I got pierced. I am embarrassed to say that it turned me on
to watch it. But I don't know how Sean will react to it.

By the end of the third week I was ready for sex. I still had
trouble talking without either lisping or clacking that damned
ball in my tongue against my teeth. I was worried about hurting
my teeth. My nipples and my clit were still a little tender, but
not anything I couldn't live with.

On Saturday of the third week Sean and I did a little
experimenting. I was still unhappy with that big fucking metal
ball in my tongue. Sean, on the other hand, loved the way it felt
on his cock. Of course he didn't have to try to eat with it or
talk with it. 

The other three piercings, on the other hand, the two in my
nipples and the one in my clit, those I didn't regret. The two in
my nipples were fun on a day to day basis, but when it came to
sex they were just a little extra bonus, not necessarily worth
the pain I went through. 

The one in my clit, on the other hand. That one was worth one
hundred times it's weight in gold! The first time we made love
with that thing in my clit I went nuts. Everything Sean did was
just perfect. All the stimulation I ever needed was right there.
I could cum from fucking!!!!

Since we were having so much fun I decided to get out the DVDs
and show them to Sean. We watched the first one, the one of my
gangbang in The Well by all of the old geezers. It was pretty
exciting. I realized that someone had been recording what
happened from the moment I walked in the door. I just hadn't
noticed it until I was on my back on that table. We watched it
with my head in Sean's lap and his fingers toying with my rings.
It was an exciting two hours, although there was a lot of
repetition. It would have made a pretty good 45 minute movie.

By the time we got to the second one we were getting worn out. We
decided to wait until tomorrow night. After the race.

We talked about it and decided that if they took it easy we could
host Mark and Brad for the race tomorrow. So Sean called them and
invited them over.







For race day I wore a lacy white chemise and a matching white,
lace trimmed half slip. The guys showed up and were worried about
me. Sean had not told them why we had skipped two Sundays, but
they had gotten the impression that I was ill. That was partly
right I guess. I certainly wasn't feeling well.

The guys came in, bearing a case of beer as usual. I put the beer
away and brought out some snacks and four cold ones. The guys
wanted to know if I was OK and Sean told them that I had healed
up pretty well but that we would have to take it pretty easy
today. It would be a couple more weeks before I was fully
healed.

You could see it in their faces. They were thinking, "Oh oh, some
female thing."

And in a way that was right, I suppose. I decided to end the
suspense and I stood up and asked Mark to take off my chemise. He
pulled it off and at first he didn't even notice. But Brad did.

"Holy shit!" Brad said under his breath. Then Mark finally
noticed the rings which were right in his face. They each reached
out and gently played with one of the rings. As long as they
didn't tug on them, it felt pretty good. My nipples seemed to
stay hard most of the time now. It gives a girl a whole new
outlook on sexuality.

I moved over to Brad and he slid my slip down over my hips. As
soon as he spotted the ring in my clit he said, "Oh my god! Are
you sure you can play today? After only three weeks. Those must
still be pretty sore."

Sean said, "We tested them yesterday and as long as you take it a
little easy on them it's OK. No yanking or biting or any kind of
rough stuff though. She really loves fucking with that one in her
clit. She says it's like being a man!"

Mark said, "She doesn't look like a man to me!"

I stuck my tongue out at him and he grinned and said, "I have
always wanted to take one of those for a test drive."

I sat in his lap and put my arms around his neck and said, "Today
is your lucky day, Mark." Then I kissed him and he explored the
post in my tongue with his tongue while he played with my clit
with the other hand.

Brad was still staring with his mouth still wide open. He finally
asked, "I don't get it. I remember that time you told us why you
didn't have pierced ears. You are terrified of needles. There is
no way you would get four piercings! There is no way you would
get one!"

They just wouldn't let it go and finally Sean and I decided to
tell them the whole story. For something that seemed to consume
so much of my life it didn't seem to take very long to tell. When
I got to the end of the story we turned the pre race show off and
put on the second DVD. The one where I get raped by seven black
men and get all my new holes.

As the movie played I went around on my knees and kept taking
care of the hardons. I was surprised that Mark seemed to stay
kind of excited. I had to get on him now and then about racial
slurs. I thought the interracial stuff might turn him off. It
didn't. The guys all seemed pretty turned off during my piercing
scenes though. We had to turn the sound way down, it was getting
pretty disturbing.

When it was over Brad asked, "You are through with this guy now,
right? This guy is bad news."

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. I want to be. But there is a
problem. He can get into our house any time he wants. We don't
know how. He has come in twice and I have checked after he left
and every door and window was locked. I am afraid to piss him off
and have him come over when Sean isn't home. Or with some of his
friends when Sean is home."

Mark got up and started looking around. We live in a small,
older, rental house. But it is pretty well maintained. Neither
Sean or I could figure out how my rapist had gotten in. Mark
figured it out though. He called us into the hall that led to the
back door. He showed us how easy it was to open when it was
locked. He just had to lift up on it and the lock slipped free. 

Brad asked if we knew who the guy was.

I told him that I knew his first name and his license number.
Brad's brother was a cop and he said he could get the guys name
and address, and he would also ask him to check to see if he had
a record.

Mark asked when he was coming back and I told him that he said
that he would give me three weeks to heal. So I am expecting to
hear from him soon.

Mark and Brad and Sean talked it over for a while and made some
plans. I kept my mouth shut. I wanted to say that I didn't want
him hurt, but I knew that sounded strange. I did say that I
didn't want them to do anything stupid and end up in jail.

The race was more than half over now, but we turned it back on
and promptly got back to sex. I got fucked over and over and I
never loved fucking so much. They should put one of those damned
rings on girls at birth!

When the party finally broke up Sean followed Mark out to his car
and came back in with a pistol. He tried to show me how to use it
but I had to severely compromise my principles just to allow it
in the house. If I were to ever hold a gun on somebody I might as
well hold it with the barrel pointing my way. There was no way I
was ever going to shoot anyone.






I overslept in the morning and when I woke up it was after eight
and Sean was still in bed. I panicked and tried to get him up. He
smiled at me and pulled me down on top of him and told me to
relax. He was taking a few days off. He had gotten up early and
called in sick and moved his car out into the street and down the
block a little ways.

We got up and had breakfast and at a little before ten Brad
called. He gave Sean my rapist's full name and address. He also
mentioned a long arrest record for assault, sexual assault, and
mentioned that he is a suspect in the disappearance of a couple
of young women.

Now we had a dilemma. Even if we could scare this guy off, he was
going to do this to someone else. Brad's brother wanted to talk
to me and see if it was possible to work up a case against him. I
agreed to meet him at Brad's house later. I didn't want a police
car parked at my house right now.

I went over to Brad's house and Brad's brother, Jim was waiting
inside. He was driving his own car and was in civilian clothes. I
told him everything. I also told him about the movie but pointed
out that I had signed all kinds of releases before it started.
And besides, I never said no until the piercing started. I am
sure that I signed a release for that too.

We had been talking for an hour when Brad's phone rang. Jim
answered it and got real serious. He said "Hello," and he said,
"Hang on, I'll be right there."

Then he pulled me to my feet and we drove back to my house. Very
fast.

Sean was sitting on the front steps and he looked white as a
sheet. I didn't have a chance to ask Jim what the problem was, we
had taken separate cars. I rushed over to Sean and asked what was
wrong. Then I freaked out. I saw that he was covered with blood.
It took him a long time to calm me down and convince me that he
wasn't hurt.

 I listened as he told Jim what had happened. He had been sitting
in the kitchen about 45 minutes after I went to Brad's house. He
heard a noise and thought it must be my rapist sneaking in. He
heard someone walking quietly down the hall and he got out of his
chair and picked up the gun he had borrowed from Mark.

He was not wearing shoes and apparently Reed didn't know anyone
was in the house since both cars were gone. Sean walked quietly
to the door that Reed would be coming out of and as soon as he
came around the corner Sean pointed the gun at him, cocked it,
and told him stop and raise his hands.

He isn't sure why Reed tried to jump him. If he was so surprised
and it was just a reaction or if he really thought he was quick
enough. He grabbed the gun and tried to pull it away and it went
off and shot him right through the throat. He died almost
instantly.

Jim went in and looked at the scene. He came back and said, "I
don't see a problem here. Don't try to cover anything up. This is
definitely a case of 'the truth shall set you free'. This guy
broke in, you acted in self defense. One important question, were
you being absolutely truthful? They will be checking him for gun
powder. And the barrel of the gun for prints."

Sean nodded and then he stood up in a hurry and rushed to the
corner of the house and threw up. He came back looking even more
embarrassed and apologized. Jim just smiled and helped him to sit
back down. 

We heard sirens approaching. Jim had called the shooting in on
his cell phone when he was inside. He held up his badge when a
dozen cop cars came screaming up to the curb and everyone was
cool.

Jim went off to the side with a policeman with sergeant stripes
on his sleeve. They talked for a while and then we all went down
to the police station and started giving statements. Nobody lied
about anything and I didn't leave anything out. The crime scene,
the preliminary tests, and my rapist's criminal history led to
everything being over pretty quickly. They talked to an Assistant
District Attorney and they saw nothing to prosecute for. It would
be a while before Mark would get his gun back, but they assured
him that he would. 

The only real hassle came when they asked for the DVDs. We
refused to give them up. Not so much that I was too embarrassed
to have anyone see them. More that we didn't want to lose them.
They were quite a turn on. Although it may be different now that
my rapist is dead.

We ended up paying someone to clean up the mess at the house. I
couldn't bring myself to do it. The cops got a lot of it, but it
still needed a thorough cleaning. 

We took a couple of weeks off and now we are having our Sunday at
the races parties again. We even invited Jim over a couple of
times to thank him for all of his help. 

The cops were pretty cool about what they let out to the press.
It was reported as a home invasion and a shooting in self
defense.

Life is more or less normal now. Normal for us anyway. The Sunday
parties are fun, but I still watch that last movie during the day
when I am alone and wish that there had been another way. I miss
my rapist.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I had that big post taken out of my
tongue and a much smaller one put in. But sometimes, on Sundays,
I put the bigger one back in. The guys get a kick out of it.

THE END


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To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.



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