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Author: Davis
Title: Hide and Seek (Parts 1-8 of 9)
Summary: Tara searchs for her abducted
husband.
Keywords: wife, Exhib, MF, FF, MMMMF, Reluc, Gang


Parts 1-6 were orginally posted in February - March of this
year.  It has taken us some time to get back to finishing
it.  There is only one part left after this installment.
It should be coming shortly.

Thanks for all the kind comments so far.

This story was written with the help of my wife playing the
part of Tara.  The guesses to the clues are hers. She has
enjoyed reading about the things that happened to her.  We
hope you do to.



Send any comments to davis3413 @ hotmail.com


"Hello." Tara's voice slurred as she spoke into the handset of the
AT&T phone that sat on her bedside table.  Moments earlier she
had been welcoming in her day off by sleeping soundly through
the early morning hours.  The irritation in her voice was covered
only slightly by her groggy stupor.

A stern, monotone voice replied, "Tara, what I am about to tell you
is no joke.  It is very real and deadly serious.  You are to listen to
what I say without interruption or Wayne will suffer because of it.
Do you understand?"

Her mind could not grasp the statement it had just heard.
"What...wha...who is this?"

"Tara, what this is, is a chance for you to save your husband a lot
of pain by cooperation.  Who I am is of no concern of yours.  All
you need to know is that I have your husband here with me.  He is
ok and is in no immediate danger.  That will remain true as long as
you cooperate.  Are you ready to listen, yet?"

"What have you done to my husband . . . who do you think you
are. Let him go! I'm calling the police..."

In the background Tara her husband voice as it cried out in pain.
"Wayne!! What's going on??"

The voice picked up again, "Tara, that sound was Wayne in a state
of, shall we say, mild discomfort.  You will not be calling anyone -
not the police, no family or friends - or your husband will be
hurting a lot more in the near future."

"Ok, ok . . . I'm sorry just please don't hurt him again. I'll do
whatever you want.  Just don't hurt him any more."

"Good, that's better, Tara.  Now that you are ready to listen, let me
tell you what is about to happen.  First, again I have your husband
and will continue to hold him until our little game is over.  Second,
I expect your full cooperation at all times.  Any deviation for the
task that you have to do will result in Wayne's being tortured.
Third, you will be under observation the whole time.  If you
attempt to make any contact with anyone not involved in the game,
I will end the game and you will never see your husband again.
Are you clear on all of those details?  I want a simple yes or no
from you."

"Yes"

"Good.  Then here is how this game is going to work.  I will
provide you with clues on where Wayne and I are.  You must
guess your husband's location.  Each time you guess incorrectly I
will provide you with one more clue.  However, to earn the next
clue, you will have to complete a challenge that I assign to you.
Once completed you will get another clue and be able to guess
again.  We keep playing until he is found.  Do you understand?"

"I think so.  But what kind of tasks will I have to do?"

"The tasks will be whatever I decide.  No limits and no promises,
other than to say that the longer the game goes on the more
challenging the tasks will become.  Now, are you ready for your
first clue?"

"Yes sir, I am."

"Here it is:  'landmark'."

"That's not fair.  You haven't told me anything.  Are their any
boundaries?  I don't know what city or state it's in.  Is it even in the
country?"

"Sorry, no explanation of the clues.  They are what they are.  Just
keep playing and pay attention and as the game goes along they
will point you right to us.  The better you are at solving the riddle,
the sooner this will all end.  So, what is your guess?"

"I don't know.... a landmark.... I don't know.... All I can think of
is the Statue of Liberty."

"I am so sorry.  We are not at the Statue of Liberty.  But that was a
good start for you.  Now, to earn another clue, you must complete
my first task for you.  Go outside and look on the windshield of
your car.  You will find an envelope containing the directions to
the location of your first challenge.  Follow the directions of the
individual that greets you there.  Tell that person nothing about this
game.  He/She knows only what is needed to fulfill his/her role.
Once you have completed the task at that location, I will contact
you with your next clue.  You have one hour to arrive at the
assigned location.  Goodbye."

The line went dead.  Tara slipped on her robe as she sprang from
the bed and on shaky legs stumbled her way out of the bed and
down the stairs to the front door.  When she opened the door she
saw the promised package under the driver's side wiper of her blue
Volkswagen Jetta.  Her eyes scanned the document and realized
her destination was in the Buckhead region of metro-Atlanta.
From her suburban home, it was easily a 40-minute drive. But it
was Atlanta.  Traffic was always un-predictable.  Any hint of bad
luck and her trip could be over the allotted hour in an instant.  She
had to hurry.

52 minutes later, Tara pulled into the parking lot of Headshots
Studio.  The owner of the establishment opened the door as she
approached.

"You must be Tara."  She pensively nodded in acknowledgment.

"Great my name is Michael Romeo.  I'm set up and ready to get
going.  Someone must really want some portraits of you.  The
studio is all yours.  Just go into the back there.  Angie, my stylist is
waiting for you.  She's got all the outfits you'll be wearing.  Take
your time getting ready and I'll be out here when you're done."

Michael directed Tara to the rear.  As she entered the back room,
he locked the front door and closed the blinds.

Michael's assistant was a young redhead.  She was actually rather
plain looking with an average build.  Aside from her brilliant red
hair, there was little to make her stand out in any crowd.  Tara
smirked at the irony of such a woman in charge of styling at such
an exclusive studio.  Angie went right to work on Tara.  She had
left the house in such a rush earlier, that her hair and make-up went
untouched after her long sleep.

As Angie pampered Tara from head to toe, she finally had a
moment to contemplate her situation.  She had gone to sleep the
night before with so few troubles.  Her life with Wayne was not
perfect, but their relationship was fulfilling.  As far as she knew,
they had no enemies.  Who could want to do this to them?  For that
question, she had no answer.  She did not know what their
tormentor wanted out of this game.  The unknown was terrifying.

What she did know is that she was about to be posing for a
photographer.  Michael had said there were outfits to be worn.
That meant changing clothes, which meant she was likely posing
for several portraits.  But why would someone want pictures of
her?

"There, all done honey."  Angie had completed her work while
Tara had sat lost in thought.  Tara's long brown hair flowed
smoothly down her neck and came to rest just below her shoulders.
Her face sparkled from the heavy make-up her stylist had applied.
It was much more than Tara would have worn on her own.  She
had the appearance of a woman very much trying to attract the
attention of a man - any man.

"Let's get you dressed."  Angie took Tara by the hand over to the
clothing rack.  For the first time, Tara felt uncomfortable about the
photo shoot.  The outfits, such as they were, were all lingerie.  A
dozen combinations covered nearly all the spectrum of intimate
wear. From a simple plain chemise to lace teddies to leather and
satin bustiers, every style was present.

The frozen bride stared at the rack while Angie went to work.
Tara's shirt slid quickly over her head and soon afterward her bra
fell to the floor.  In quick order, Angie removed the clothing below
Tara's waist and she stood naked, and still motionless.

At 35, Tara could still turn a man's head without trying.  No, she
didn't have the same body that she did at 18.  What woman does -
especially after giving birth to three children?  But she was still a
striking woman.  Her frame concealed the few extra pounds to the
point of making them meaningless. Her large d-cup breasts still
swelled proudly out for her compact torso.  Even her rounded ass
still maintained a desirable apple shape.  No she wasn't 18 -- she
was 35.  That meant her sensuality didn't begin with her skin and
jump out after men.  It meant that her appeal resided deep within.
She had a comfort and confidence in her own person that radiated
from her clear brown eyes.  Tara was the kind of woman that men
of all ages still craved.  Her charms were all the more compelling
because of how unaware she was of her own beauty.  She may not
have understood why anyone would want pictures of her, but most
any man who met her did.


"You are a beautiful creature there, aren't you," commented Angie
as she grabbed the first outfit.  Tara was indeed a beautiful creature

"There, you're all ready now."  Angie completed dressing Tara in
the first outfit.  Tara had been decorated in a white beaded lace
halter teddy.  She looked every bit like a new bride offering herself
to her new man on their wedding night.

"Wow, baby you look delicious," came Michael's compliment as
Tara entered the shooting area.  A bed was centered on the stage
between the strong studio lights.  Michael directed Tara to the bed.
He set to adjusting the lighting and his cameras, while Angie make
some final touch-ups to Tara's hair and make-up.

"Just relax and follow my lead.  Your benefactor for the day told
me to make sure you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

For the next two hours, Tara posed in hundreds of positions and
went through the entire rack of revealing outfits.  When the last
shuddered closed, not much of Tara's body was left to the
imagination.  It had technically been covered the whole time.  But
the intense lights and high-resolution of the camera peered through
the sheer lingerie shot after shot.

As Tara returned to the rear to gather her clothing, she discovered
her sandals were gone.  Angie appeared with her new footwear.
Tara was given a pair of red stiletto heeled mules.

"We were told to replace your shoes with these when you left."
Handing the 4-inch heels to Tara, Angie parted with a "good luck."

Tara returned to the front to find Michael waiting.  He handed her
a CD-ROM of her pictures and disposable cell phone.  She was
ushered out the door and Michael returned inside without saying a
word and locked the door.

Part 2

Tara stumbled on the elevated footwear at the startling sound of
her new phone ringing.

"Hello," her hesitant voice cracked into the handset.

"Very well done, my pet.    Now that you are all dolled-up, are you
ready for your next clue?"

"Yes sir, what is it?"

"Your next clue is: 'west'.  Give me your answer when ready."

After a quick moment to consider landmarks out west, she
narrowed her choice down to one, "I guess the Golden Gate
Bridge."

There was a brief pause over the connection.  It lifted Tara's spirits
until the voice crushed them with his answer, "Oooooooo, I'm so
sorry we are not at the Golden Gate Bridge, baby.  Looks like you
are going to need another clue.  Go to your car and again, you will
find an envelope containing the directions to your next stop.  Go to
the back door and ask for Rita.  Follow her instructions to the letter
and you will receive your next hint."

Once at her car, Tara opened the second envelope.  The directions
kept her inside the I-285 perimeter that surrounds metro-Atlanta
and she only had to drive a few miles.  Her blue Jetta arrived at the
back entrance of the location of her new challenge.  She had never
been there but the shower of neon lights lining the roof and the
establishments' name, 'Doll House,' left no doubt about its line of
business.

Tara felt her throat tighten and her stomach begin floating in a sea
of nerves as she clumsily rang the buzzer at the back door.  A large
mid-aged woman with an unfiltered Marlboro smoldering between
her yellowed teeth greeted the sheltered wife.

"Hi, I'm Tara and was told to meet a Rita here."

"In flesh dearie," the cumbersome woman barked and pulled Tara
inside the dark club.

"So I hear you want to dance here tonight.  Ever danced before?"

Tara shook her head no and followed in Rita's shadow down to the
dressing room for the girls.

"Well, shit.  We don't take amateurs here and certainly no rookies.
Well, I guess someone knows someone or some shit like that to get
you in here tonight."  Rita stopped in the center of the well-lit
room and grabbed Tara by the arms.

"Let me take a look at you and see what we've got to work with."
Rita's hands began roaming over Tara's face and neck, "I'm
guessing your few years on the downside of 30.  Gettin' to be a
little old for this work, aren't ya, dearie...." Rita chuckled.  Her
hands drifted lower to Tara's shoulders.  She spun the smaller
woman around in a quick circle.

"Still looks like you've got a shape to you...I need to see your
goodies so take off your clothes."

Tara hesitated at the order, "Fuck, little missy.  How you gonna
dance tonight, if your shy about showing your precious shit back
here.  Now, get out those clothes, or go home and quit wastin' my
time"

Tears formed in Tara's eyes as her resolve slowly formed.  Just as
Rita as ready to discard her project, Tara reached to remove her t-
shirt.  The rest of her clothing followed in short order.  Tara stood
naked except for her new shoes, ready for inspection.

"There we are suga'.  That wasn't so bad. Now, let me see hear."
The matron's thick, rough hands locked onto the tender flesh of the
younger woman's breasts.  "Not bad.  You got some nice titties on
you still.  They look and feel real.  Are they?"

Tara nodded.  "Great, a lot of men like big naturals like these.
Turn around and let me see your caboose . . . .Not bad, not bad at
all."  Rita's fondling of Tara's body continued with her club-like
thumbs pulling apart the cheeks of Tara's full, Latina ass.

"Bend over for me, dearie."  Rita's left hand encouraged Tara to
comply with the order.  She bent over at the waist.  "Keep going
on, just reach down and grab yo' ankles for me."  Rita urged.

Tara's hands grasped her ankles and exposed the pussy to her
mentor's view.  With both hands now pulling apart the folds of
Tara's intimate curves, Rita gave a final critique of the new dancer.
"Well, all the parts is here and still in pretty good shape for ya age.
I think we can make this work."

Rita released Tara and allowed her to stand.  "Just 'member,
you're giving up about 10-years to every other workin' girl here.
Some of the mongers like older pussy, some don't.  You gotta go
find the ones that do to make yo' shit tonight.  Come on, let's get
you dressed."

Rita led Tara in the back storage room where the club's spare
costumes were kept.  She fumbled through several options before
deciding on an outfit. "Let's play up the whole momma and teachy
thing.  You're my new naughty school teacher."

So Rita began handing Tara a complete ensemble.  The lingerie
consisted of the typical stripper fare of stockings, g-string, open-
cupped bra and the stripper's wallet - a garter.  On top, she wore a
long straight skirt that any school teach might have chosen.  Of
course, this one was secured with a Velcro strip and not buttons
and a zipper.  She covered her breasts with a plain white blouse.
The outfit was completed with some conservative large, framed
glasses, a wooden-ruler, and prop apple.

The ladies spent the next several minutes creating a routine for the
rookie dancer to follow.  "Just 'member, be confident.  You're the
only one who knows your bustin' yo' cherry.  There's a bunch of
sharks and deadbeats out there.  If you look scared, they'll eat you
alive.  Rumor is you need a c-note to get outta here.  Don't you
worry 'bout that at all.  Just don't freeze or fall on your ass too
many times and that kind of money is easy.   They'll all be drunk
anyway.  So just stick your tits and ass in their faces, they'll cough
up enough money for ya to be gone in no time.  Got any more
questions?"

Tara did, but none that mattered.  She was scared senseless by the
task in front of her.  But it had to done.  Wayne's screams from
earlier in the day still echoed in her head.  Whatever
embarrassment lay in front of her, she simply had to push through
it.

"Well, just sit tight.  Your number starts in about 10 minutes.
What stage name ya want?"

"I don't know. You pick one for me."

Rita gave it a second's thought, "Well, let's just call you, 'Sassy,'
cuz that's what you need to be in a few minutes... I'm headin' out
front.  When you hear your song and DJ introduce you, you be
ready.  Jump out on that stage like you own it and you'll be fine."

Tara listened from just off stage as the seasoned performer on
stage went through her act.  The nervous bride had never even
been in a strip club before.  She peered through the curtains to
watch the sensuous moves of the expert dancer on the stage.  She
was following a tall-leggy blond with breasts that had been well
augmented by the surgeon's knife.

Doubts and insecurities crept into her mind as she observed the
youthful performer on stage.  But she simply had to lock those
thoughts deep into her and focus on her new route and Rita's
advice.

"Like I own the stage. I own the stage," Tara repeated to herself in
barely audible tones as cheers came up from the crowd.  The
dancer was finished.

Just then the pulsing beat of Tara's first number began to play.
The DJ prepared the crowd for Tara's appearance.

"Boys, you remember that teacher you had in school...Y'all know
the one all the guys talked about in the halls.  The one that always
seemed to keep one of your friends after school for extra work....
well, get ready to see her again.... the Doll House is here to bring
that memory to life.... Give it up for our own freaky teacher,
Saaaaaasssssssyyyyy!!"

Cheers and shouts rang out in anticipation of Tara's grand
unveiling.  Nerves nearly overwhelmed the frightened woman, but
her determination won out.  Tara sprang out on to the stage and
into the floodlights.

The bright lights of the stage blocked her vision of most of the
room.  Only the men directly next to the railing were visible
through the glare.  She was relieved that at.  While there were
easily over 200 men in the room, she felt as if only a small handful
could see her.

The initial spring in her step faltered as the realization that she of
what she was about to do rushed back over her.  Tara was a faithful
wife and a godly Christian woman.  Other than her husband, she
had not used her body to entice a man in 20 years.  Now her
husband's very life depended on her ability to do it.  A moral crisis
raging in her tender mind now compounded those familiar doubts
and fears.  The crowd noise lessened.

Her hesitation had lowered the excitement in the room.  The
impatient men were about to turn against the rookie. The change of
atmosphere in the smoky room broke Tara from her conflict.  Once
again, her resolve stiffened and the housewife slipped into the role
of dancer.

She drifted quickly into the flow of the music and allowed the
rhythm to stream through her body.  Tara's movements loosened
and she started going through the routine Rita had given her. Her
dance took her on a quick trip along the railing that protected the
stage.  She playfully pulled the wooden ruler from her skirt and
tapped the knuckles of the men's hands that reached out for her

A second trip across the stage brought the opening of her blouse.
Each released button brought more of her olive skin into the sight
of the hungry men.  Tara left the shirt hanging open.

When she completed the second circuit, she danced her way to the
center of the stage.  She faced the curtain and playfully looked
back at the crowd over her right shoulder.  She paused and smiled
at the crowd for a moment before bending at the waist.  With her
legs straight she reached all the way to the ground and placed her
apple and ruler on the stage.  Standing up straight again, her hands
went to the sides of the long-straight skirt covering her stocking-
covered legs.  Each hand grabbed the small tabs at the top of the
Velcro strap.  A sharp tug and the Tara's ass and white stockings
were the crowd's to ogle.

Tara tossed the skirt to the back of the stage.  She again bent at the
waist to retrieve her props.  The full bend stretched the back of her
legs and caused the cheeks of her ass to part.  Only a small, thin
string hid any of her charms from the onlookers.

The second song of Tara's set started.  The crowd's energy had
returned.  Tara used the opportunity to fish for her first tips of the
night.  Her eyes scanned the railing for men who looked willing to
part with some cash.  The first taker was a man who looked like he
might be on his first trip to a club.  Tara danced her way over to
the young man.  She knelt over in his direction.  The movements
opened the sides of her white blouse.  With the opened-cupped bra
surrounding the lower half of her breasts, the young man got the
first view of her ripe tits on the evening.  He gratefully slipped a
single into Tara's garter.

Several other men soon joined in the game.  Tara managed to clear
roughly $20 dollars on her first attempt.  It was time to remove
more clothing.

The meek bride returned to center stage and again faced away from
the crowd.  A quick shake of the shoulders and the white blouse
drifted to the floor.  While her exposed hips kept in sync with her
music, Tara's right hand moved to the center of her back and deftly
released the clasp that held her revealing brassiere in place.  The
garment joined the blouse on the stage as Tara bent forward again.

Now exposed from the waist up, she continued to dance with her
back to the crowd.  Momentary glimpses of her full bosom filled
the lustful eyes of the men willing her on as she swayed in time to
her accompaniment.  Tara then spun around to face the crowd and
covered the tips of her chest with her arms.  The crossed limbs
pressed the pliable flesh against her body and accentuated the
seductive curves.

Tara returned to the edge of the stage and found another eager man
to tease.  She danced in front of him until he reached for a tip.
Once the money was extended, she lowered her arms and gave the
crowd their first full-view of her torso.

The men erupted in cheers when the impressive, natural breasts
sprang out of the confines of her arms.  They bounced and swayed
freely in a way the no artificial breast can.  Rita had been right.
Despite her relatively advanced age in the club, the sight the large,
unaltered mammories brought a rush of onlookers to the edge of
the stage.

Money was extended all along the railing.  Another trip around the
block netted Tara another $40 dollars.  Her total climbed to $60.
She had one more important piece of clothing to remove.

Her third song started.  Tara again returned to center stage.  This
time she faced the crowd.  The thumb on each hand slipped
delicately inside the narrow band of her miniscule panties.  Tara
was covered in sweat from the exertion at this point.  Adrenaline
filled her muscles and veins.  The rush of 200 men cheering her on
had covered the normally reserved woman awash in sexual tension.
Her hands eagerly pushed the tiny garment to her knees.  The
panties fell to the floor.   Tara raised them to her left-hand with one
foot and playfully tossed them into the crowd.

She was covered in only a pair of white-fishnet stockings.  Her
entire body was on display to the crowd.  Getting back to the
railing, Tara followed the lead of the dancer that she had seen
earlier.  She crawled on hands and knees.  With each movement of
her legs she greatly exaggerated the sway of her flared hips.  Once
at the edge, Tara sat back on her ass and offered her legs to the
crowd.

She kept them crossed at the start.  But as more money gathered in
her line of sight, Tara uncrossed her ankles.  Hands groped the
sides of her thighs as they stuffed more cash into the elastic band
surrounding it.  Tara's legs continued their journey apart and more
hungry eyes peered in to take in her most cherished sight.

Ten minutes ago, the bride was fearful of rejection and morally
conflicted.  But in that moment, there was no fear or remorse as
her knees and thighs opened to the bright floodlights of the stage.

Another round of cheers went up from the men when the legs
finished their journey.  The stage manager trained the full force of
the club's spotlights onto the opened and offered pussy.   Singles
rained in around Tara.  Her hands slid down her sweat-covered
stomach to her folds.  The fingers of her hands pulled back the
delicate lips of her vagina.  The bright pink skin of her tender slit
was opened for the strangers to take in.  Each man clearly saw the
moisture forming in her cunt and the small trail of excitement
beginning to seep onto her thighs.  Tara ground her hips against an
imaginary penis while the last song of her faded out.

She lay on the stage for a long moment as the cheers continued.
Her ego soaked in the praise of her horny suitors.  However, reality
slowly broke through the fog and the Christian woman soon came
to her self.

Tara sprang to her feet and quickly gathered the money the lay
around her.  She darted off-stage without even pausing to gather
her discarded clothing or props.  Rita met Tara as she ran behind
the curtain.

"Whoa there, honey.  You did it.  Here give me your money and let
me count it."  The naked woman emptied her hands and garters to
into house mom's hands.  Rita's count came to $212.

"Well, sweetie looks like you've got plenty here.  You're good
with me.  Rest up for a minute and let me know when you're ready
to get dressed.  I've got some shit for you to take with you."

Tara sat stone-faced and stared into the dressing-room mirror in
front of her.  Her body was still wet with her own perspiration.
She could feel the moisture between her own legs.  How could she
have done that?  How could she have enjoyed it?  And she did
enjoy it.  There was no denying that.  Tara ate up the catcalls and
propositions she had been showered in over the last few minutes.
The exposure and danger had made her feel alive in a way she had
not known in years.

That realization scared Tara even more as she contemplated the
immediate future.  She was about to get another tasks to do.  The
voice on the phone had promised each one would be harder than
the one before.  Tara's concern now was not so much if she could
go through with it, but if she would enjoy it too much.

In time, Tara gathered herself and found Rita.  Her clothes were
returned to her minus her panties.  The simple cotton panties she
had worn from the house that morning were gone.  In their place,
she was given a lacy-trimmed pair of Brazilian-cut panties that
framed perfectly the smooth curve of her ass.

Rita handed Tara a plain manila folder and ushered her out the
back door.  Again, there was an envelope on the windshield of her
Jetta.  Just then the phone rang again.  It was time for the contest to
move forward.


Part 3

"Well done, very well done indeed, my lady."  The metallic voice
actually sounded pleased.  It troubled Tara that he knew how her
performance went.   Somehow he had been able to watch it.  She
had no time to linger over the implications of that thought as he
continued.

"Time for another clue.  Your third hint is: 'California.'  You may
make another guess when ready, my dear."

Tara was still flustered with the emotions that and swept over her
in the club.  She blurted out the first thought that came to her mind,
"Disneyland."  She regretted that choice as soon as she said it.  Not
really a "landmark," was her internal rebuke.

Predictably, the answer came back over the phone, "Sorry once
again.  As usual you will find the directions to your next task in the
envelope.  Your contact person this time is named Peter Jackson.
Just do what he says and everything will be fine.  Talk to you soon,
my love."

Tara was growing irritated at the metal voice.  He insisted on
calling her "dear," "sweetie," "babe," and every other cheesy pet
name ever used.  He was just mocking her helpless state.  But she
was helpless and powerless to resist.  So, obediently she started her
car and followed the first step in the directions by turning right
onto Cheshire Bridge Road.

The directions led her to a light industrial complex in North
Atlanta.  The park was made up several rows of steel buildings.
Small machine shops, plumbing supply companies, and all other
kinds of mom and pop businesses had space leased in the facility.
Her directions led Tara to the last building in the rear of the lot.  It
was identical to all the other buildings with it steel-walled
construction and green tin roof.  The only noticeable difference
was that there was no sign identifying the occupants.  Clearly, the
shop was in use as more than a dozen cars were parked in front.
But all of the rolling, overhead doors were pulled down and all of
the windows were blacked out.

Tara took a moment to collect her strength before approaching the
door of her next challenge.  Just then a thought ran through her
mind.  "Alcatraz! Fuck!  I should have guessed Alcatraz."  Without
thinking, she grabbed for the phone that lay in the passenger's side.
Her nimble fingers navigated through the menus and she returned
the last received call in the phone's log.

On the second ring the metallic voice answer, "Hello..."

Before he could go on Tara blurted out her new guess, "Alcatraz!!
My husband is at Alcatraz!!"

The dispassionate reply waited for Tara's exclamation to subside,
"My dear, there are rules to our little game.  I think it was made
clear that there would be only one guess per clue.  You have made
that guess already and it was incorrect.  Go tend to your task.  You
are never to initiate contact with me again without my express
permission.  For this breach of the rules, you will be punished at
the time of my choosing.  Step outside the game again, and it will
be your husband that price for your indiscretion.  As far as your
guess goes, I will not comment our being or not being at Alcatraz.
Good bye."

The line went dead.  Tara cursed herself for her impulsive move.
She was dealing with a methodical man and she needed to remain
as detached from her emotions as possible to get through this day.
With a lesson learned, Tara exited the car and went to the building.

Inside she found a receptionist sitting a desk in the modest,
makeshift foyer of the warehouse.  Temporary, cubical-like walls
defined the lobby area.  Tara approached the attractive young-lady
at the desk.

"Hi I am here to see a Peter Jackson," she said.

"Are you Tara..... great.  Peter's been expecting you.  Just come
with me."  The receptionist held the door from the lobby into the
heart of the warehouse open for Tara and beckoned her to come
through.  The temporary walls of the lobby gave way to self-
contained rectangular rooms.  Tara counted 10 separate rooms.
Each room had a single door and window. The rooms had also had
their own ceilings at about the standard 8' height.  That level was
well short of the expansive roofline in the industrially designed
building.  Air conditioning ducts dropped into the roof of each
room.  And finally, a large conduit of cabling snaked through the
back walls of the squares.  The setup gave the appearance of 10
isolation chambers in a scientific laboratory.  Tara suspected their
true purpose was not quite that noble.

Tara was led to the back of the warehouse to another office area
framed by the same temporary walls as the foyer.  Inside she found
Peter.  Peter was an unimpressive figure.  In fact, Tara sized him
up immediately.  He was a geek.  There was no other term that
could describe him.  Short, scrawny and wearing the stereotypical
eyewear, Peter had never outgrown his high-school awkwardness.
Computer monitors lined the tabletops around his office walls.
Sci-fi books and models provided the only decoration to the
functional environment.

It was during her quick survey of the office that Tara got the first
impression to the place's function.  Covering the dozen or so
monitors in the office space were videos of young girls in various
stages of undress.  Some were still in the process of disrobing
while others were completely naked and positioned to emphasize
their feminine charms.  Still others just seemed to be relaxing.

Peter looked up from his work and greeted Tara warmly.  His
squeaky voice chirped, "Come on in and sit down, Tara.  I've been
waiting all day to get to meet you."

"Me?  Why am I so special?"  Tara really did hope he knew
something.  Peter's meek presence put Tara at ease and allowed
her to feel in control for just an instant.

If he did know the person behind her torment, Peter was not about
to share,  "That's not really anything I can discuss right now.  So
you ready to get started or what?"

Tara was uncertain what that meant, "Doing what?  Why am I
here?"

Peter chuckled, "Well damn, he didn't tell you.  That's rich."
Stifling his laughter he continued, "So you don't know what we do
here, then?"

Tara shook her head, 'no.'

"Tara, you are in the corporate offices of FreeSexCams.com.
Well, they're not exactly free, but we gotta pay the bills
somehow," Peter smirked.

"You are here to work a shift for us.  Your admirer hired us to give
you one of the rooms for an hour. I was told to treat you like any
other employee and to make sure that your shift meets with our
company standards.  So you'll be here until you meet our revenue
quota for the room you're in and then you'll be free to go.  Got it?"

"I guess so.  I'm going to be stripping in front of a camera, right?"

Peter pointed to the monitors around the room, "You're going to be
doing what their doing.  You see, each one of those girls has a
computer in the room with them. That computer is logged into a
chat room which is hopefully full of men.  Their job is to keep the
men in the chat. The longer the men stay, the more money the girl
brings in.  It is her job to keep them interested enough to keep
spending cash on her.  So just stripping won't cut it, Tara.  Those
men are going to ask you to do all kind of things. The more you
respond to their requests, the more likely they are to stay.  But if
you just lay around like a dead fish, they'll leave and you'll be in
that room a long time tonight.  It's pretty simple really.  Just think
of yourself as their real-life Barbie doll.  It's your job to let the men
put you in any position they want and then let them watch you do
whatever they ask in that position.  Catchin' on yet?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Great, its pretty simple.  You've done some dancin' right?"  Tara
sheepishly nodded in agreement.  "Well, this isn't much different.
Just keep smilin', flirtin', strippin', and touchin' and you'll do
great.  Now, let's go get you dressed up."

Peter took Tara's hand and led her into the third different changing
area for the day.  Peter selected a black form-fitting cami for her
top with a pair of matching black boy short pajama bottoms.  He
handed the small outfit to the young mother.

Peter made no move to leave and give Tara any privacy.  She
understood his intentions.  Again for the third time in the day, Tara
was removing her clothing under the watchful eyes of a person she
had met just a few minutes before.

Peter glowed in admiration of the mature woman's body as she
voluntarily exposed it to him.  Peter had sized up Tara just as
quickly as she had him earlier.  Peter took great satisfaction in his
life.  The girls walking in and out of his warehouse on a daily basis
were all the kind of girls that had never given him a second glance,
or even a first glance.  Now, they came to him and willingly
removed their clothing day after day for a chance to earn a few
bucks in his shop.  Hell, he had even managed to bed a few of the
more choice girls along the way.

Tara may have been older than most of his workers, but that just
made her all the more appealing to him. He deeply appreciated the
subtle sexuality that her life experience had refined beyond the
comprehension of any 18-year old girl.  Peter's cock stiffened
quickly and throbbed as his eyes feasted on Tara's succulent flesh.
Too bad she would only be here for a few hours.

With Tara freshly changed into the skimpy pajamas, Peter led her
to her cubical for her shift.  Inside the room was filled with a large
bed.  A shelf at the foot of the bed held a computer monitor,
keyboard and digital video camera and a microphone for Tara to
converse with the chatters.  A second shelf at the head of the bed
held a generous supply of dildos, vibrators, lubes, and other sexual
paraphernalia.  Peter gave Tara a quick run down of how the
system worked.  The last feature he pointed to in the company's
software was the revenue counter.  It was an important feature for
Tara.

"Now your shift runs until that counter reaches $250.  The men
pay an average of $.25 per minute to stay in the room.  That means
you need 1,000 total minutes of men in the chat before you get out.
Just to give you an idea of what that means, if you average 10 men
in the room at a time, you'll be in here for just over an hour and
half.  So sit tight and I'll go turn your room on.  As soon as you see
men come in the room, get to work and start earning your keep."
Peter patted Tara on the ass as he left the room.

Tara lay on her side on the bed while Peter configured the network
to include her room's stream.  She had a few minutes of solitude
and that was not such a good thing.  The same moral conflict she
felt at the Doll House had time to sink in here also.  At the club,
she was able to overcome her reluctance with the assistance of
high-energy music and a raucous crowd.  But in this room it would
only be her.  There was no music, no energy, and no eager men
urging her on with their lust-filled eyes.

A chime broke her reflection.  The chat room had come alive with
the first visitor.  The username bigdaddy69 appeared in the user
box.

Bigdaddy69:  Hi darling!

Tara took a deep breath and went to work.  She rolled to her
stomach and with her biggest phony grin greeted her first client,
"Hi Bigdaddy, you like some 69 action, do ya?"

Bigdaddy69:  Ummmm, sure do honey.  I'd love to have to you
sitting on face and sucking my big dick.

Tara played along.  She reached behind her and retrieved a large,
realistic looking dildo from the shelf, "You mean like this, baby."

She took the hard shaft and stroked its length with her tongue until
it entire circumference was coated in her saliva.  Tara sat up close
to the camera and then started performing her best blowjob on the
rubber cock.

The chimes began going off in earnest as several men entered the
chat room. They were greeted by to the erotic sight of Tara's
cheeks swelling under the pressure for vigorous sucking.

"Come on in boys.  What'cha you boy want?"

Text replies started pouring in.

Johnnie:  Show your tits!!
blackwaRRior: Keep sucking my cock bitch.
Bigdaddy69:  yeah..we want tits ?
raginhardon: OMG!!! your smokin'.  I wanna fuck you FUCK
YOU!!!
crx600:  come on baby...show ur pussy
Johnnie: TITS TITS TITS TITS!!!!

Tara lowered the play cock between her swollen breasts.  "You
want to see these tits...these tits right here....mmmmm...I want to
feel all your hard, wet cocks sliding between my titties.  Your
cocks are hard right?  Take em out the stroke 'em for be boys...."

raginhardon: its been out baby...all 9 fat, fucking inches of
it...pointing right at you....
Scott:  wow Tara youre a doll.
Johnnie: come on sugar show me those big ole boobies....


"Whatever you want little Johnnie."  Tara's hands slipped the thin
straps of her camisole off of her delicate shoulders.  She inserted
the round head of the dildo into the top of the garment and pressed
gently down.  The pressure slowly pulled the taut fabric down the
mounds contained within it.  When the cloth passed the peak of her
chest the large breasts sprang into open air.

Johnnie:  god damn yea....that what we want..
Bigdaddy69:  I love big natural tits....what a goddess.
petenstacie:  you are beautiful Tara.
crx600:  look at those nipples.  I want to suck on them right now.

Tara's count on the screen showed 13 men in the room.  Her tally
increased quickly to $33.  Tara took her breasts into her arms
pressed them together.  She leaned in to the camera to give the
crowd a lens full of her curvaceous form.

"Yeah, boys I love to have my titties sucked and fucked...Oh god,
I'm so horny just thinking about your dicks between right here in
my cleavage.  Damn, my pussy is on fire."

Johnnie:YEA PUSSY, we want pussy....
blackwaRRior: fuck man, chill. she'll get to her pussy soon
enough.
Johnnie: fuck off...PUSSY...show your pussy!!!
petenstacie: we're licking your tittie right now.  Pete is on the left
and I am on the right.

It hadn't occurred to Tara that a woman might be watching her
little show. "That's so hot, Stacie.  I wish I could suck your titties
back.  Tara pushed her left nipple up and licked it with her own
tongue.

petenstacie: that's nice baby.
Tinytim:  Hi, all.  Hi, Tara.
Bigdaddy69:  Go ahead and get naked baby.
Johnnie:  what he said. I wanna see your pussy.

Tara heeded the directions from her audience.  She leaned back on
her ass and slid her hands inside the elastic bands of the boy shorts.
Pressing back onto her elbows and shoulders and with her feet
planted on the bed, she lifted her mid-section off the covers and
slid the shorts to her knees.  The crotch of the shorts blocked the
camera's lens from revealing her sex.

Once the panties reached her knees, Tara lowered her body to the
bed and kicked the shorts off her to the bed.  Lying flat on her
back, the camera showed a full frontal shot of her nude form.  The
chat room continued to praise her performance.  There were still
over a dozens names in the user list.  Tara's tally passed the $70
mark.

scott: roll over so we can see your ass.
Johnnie:  hell yeah...ass.ass.ass...
raginhardon: gotta agree. ass time.

The naked performer seductively turned over to her stomach.  Tara
arched her lower back to push her round ass toward the camera.
The backward pressure continued until she had risen to her knees
with her shoulders still on the bed. This position shoved her apple-
shaped backside directly toward the waiting camera.  The
masturbating men got a full close-up of the moist slit perched
between the cheeks of her ass.

Johnnie: fuck yeah...that's it you little slut.
Bigdaddy69:  damn, she looks wet.  looks ready to get it on.
blackwaRRior:  my black cock looks like it's found a new home.

Tara was gathering a large crowd.  The user list pushed passed 20
and her account pressed on to over $175.  Just a few more minutes
and it would be over.  She could have coasted home from that
point.  A few more hips thrusts and shove her tits in the camera a
couple of more times and Tara would be out of there.  But the
crowd was right.  Tara's pussy was dripping wet.  Just as at the
club earlier in the day, lust had overtaken the mother of three.

Tara clawed around the bed until she grabbed a hold of the large
dildo that had become her prop.  A few quick thrusts deep inside
her mouth ensured the member was fully lubricated.  With the
camera training down on her ready pussy, Tara slammed the
rubber penis into her snatch.

"unnnnnngh..." she moaned.  Her sensitive cunt had been begging
for this moment since she left the stage at the club.  Tara's hands
pounded the hard toy into her body with savage jab after jab.  The
sloppy sounds of her own moisture mixed with her moans of
delight to give her audience the erotic symphony they were paying
to see.

bmwguy: damn, she's gonna explode.
Bigdaddy69:  yeah sweetie, cum for daddy.
Johnnie: smack that pussy slut.

Tara didn't need the encouragement of the audience.  One last
grind against the solid formed ridges of the dildo buried in her
vagina was all the urging on she needed.  Her body spasmed
uncontrollably as the walls of her pussy contracted against the
unrelenting form of the intruder ravaging her body.

Her audience filled the room with praise as they witnessed the
streams her juices coat the base of her cock.  Tara's thighs soon
glistened from the overflow of her own cum.

As she lay spent on the bed her account total had pushed well
beyond the need $250.

Bigdaddy69:  great show sweetie.. worth every penny.
raginhardon:  ditto
petenstacie: we're in love with you darling.

One by one Tara's cyber lovers left her alone to recover.

When Tara exited, Peter was there to usher her back to the rear.
Again as she gathered her clothing, she noticed a piece had been
exchanged.  The full-cupped bra she wore into the warehouse was
gone.  In its place she found the match bra to the panties she got at
the club.  It was a lace trimmed-shelf bra that left her breasts
almost completely exposed.

Peter also handed her a manila folder just as Rita did at the club.  It
was sealed and Tara knew better than to open it.

Tara made her way out of the shop and to her car.  Her phone rang
again.


Part 4

"Hello Tara, you continue to do well in our little game.  That is a
good thing for your husband's sake."

"Thank you.  Please let me talk to him.  I just want to know that
he's alright."

"Well, I guess you have been a good sport so far.  Wayne, say
hello to your wife."

In the background Tara heard the faint voice of her husband, "I
love babe. I'm ok. I love you."

"There now that is all you get," the cold voice cut Tara off before
she could respond.  He continued, "Now, we did have one little
incident with an unauthorized guess on the way to this last
challenge.  And so as punishment, you will receive no clue or
guess at this point.  The directions to your final stop of the day are
on the windshield."

"Yes sir," Tara meekly replied.

"Go to the establishment in the directions.  Once inside find the
manger and he will have a package with your name on it.  Follow
the instructions contained within it to compete the task."

"Yes sir."  The line went dead.

Turn by turn, Tara followed the direction until she came to the
Paladium Arena, a night club located just a few miles from her
home.  The upscale club had a welcoming environment and Tara
slipped comfortably inside.  At the bar she found the manager on
duty as promised he produced a small package with her name on
the outside.

Tara tore off the attached note:

"Take the package into the ladies restroom.  Inside you will find
your directions for the night."

She quietly took the soft brown bundle and scurried into the peace
of the ladies' room.  Tara pulled opened the paper.  On top she
found the following note:

"Remove your jeans and throw them into the garbage can in the
restroom.  Put on the skirt contained in this package . . ." Tara
paused at that moment and dug the skirt out of the box.  It was not
much of a skirt.  The pleated mini-skirt was almost non-existent.
Tara would have never worn something that small even as a
teenager.  But now as a mature mother of three, it was completely
indecent in her mind.  She continued with the note and her night
got worse.

" . . . . Your task for the evening is to find a man.  Any man in this
bar will do.  You are to seduce him, take him back to your home
and make love to him in your bed.  These terms are not negotiable.
Remember that you are being watched at all times. A failure to
comply or succeed at this task will terminate the game and bring
great harm to your husband."

Tara's heart sunk.  She had remained strong all day long.  Having
men photograph her in lingerie, women examine her body like
livestock, and men drooling at her gyrations and masturbation were
all bad enough.  But this crossed a line that hurt.  It was more than
the flirtatious activity that she could dismiss as provocative, but in
the end harmless.  This was adultery. She had never cheated on her
husband and had no desire to.  Tears fell from her flush cheeks.

For many minutes, she sat alone in the restroom stall.  But try as
she might, there was no escape.  The sound of Wayne's voice kept
ringing through her ears.  The task in front of her was just another
one that had to be done.  Her decision made, Tara locked her tears
away and set out on the prowl.

She pulled her jeans down and off of her frame.  The black, pleated
mini slid up her legs without complaint.  Tara stopped at the
trashcan and deposited her modest jeans.  The image she saw in the
mirror was a different woman than left her house that morning.

That woman wore clothes of modest comfort.  Flat sandals, jeans
on top of full cotton panties, and a functional bra made up her
attire.  The woman in the mirror now stood atop four-inch heels
and showed her smooth legs almost up to the lowest curve of her
ass.  This woman's nipples pressed hard against the thin fabric of
her smooth blouse.  There was little to hide the appearance and
scent of her arousal.  The woman in the mirror was after one thing
and every cock in the room would know it. As Tara shuffled to
smooth and fix her clothing, even she had to admit the woman she
saw was desirable.  Now it was her job to convince a man of that
fact.

The advertisement of her body didn't take long to lure in several
prey.  Men looked her way from the moment she left the restroom.
Tara took up station on a stool at the bar.  An attractive woman
dressed to fuck, alone in a bar, without a drink in front of her won't
last long.  Tara didn't.  A man in his early 30's came her way first.

It was going to be a good night for him.  Tara had already decided
to bed the first man that came her way.  She didn't want to have to
think about the process or consider the worth of one man over
another.  From the word, "hi," the lucky man was getting himself
fucked.

She delayed the process just long enough to give the appearance of
propriety.  Tara found out his name was Jason.  He worked as a
software engineer at the Ford plant in Doraville.  He was 32 years
old and single.  Tara looked him over and found nothing
objectionable.  In fact, he was rather attractive.  His build was
average in size at just under six feet.  She guessed he came in at
around 175-180 pounds or so.  He was large enough to know he
was a man, but no so large as to be intimidating to be alone with.
Her decision was made.  For her plans this evening, he was perfect.

Tara interrupted the small talk abruptly, "Look Jason, you seem
like a great guy and some other night I would love to get to know
you," she had conveniently removed her wedding rings in the
restroom and saw no reason to bring that small fact up now, "but
tonight I'm not looking to get to know anyone.  I've had a rough
day and you know what I want . . ." Tara's voice trailed off.

Jason was sensing his rejection and dejectedly waited for the final
word to confirm it, "What do you want?"

". . . I just want to get fucked."  Again she paused to let statement
sinking in some, "Can you help me out there or not.  I'm heading
back to my place with some man out of this bar tonight and I'm
going to fuck him like there's no tomorrow.  All I need to know
from you is, are you that man?"

Jason demeanor changed in a flash, "Hell yeah, I'm your man.  I'd
fuck you anytime you asked babe."

"Good.  Go get your stuff and tell your friends goodnight and meet
me outside."

Three minutes later Tara's Jetta pulled away from the Arena with
Jason's Lexus close behind.

The two lovers met up at the front door to Tara's house.  Jason
stood behind her as she fumbled with the lock.  His hands
wandered down from her shoulders and traced down her back into
the pleats of her short skirt.  As the front door swung open his
fingers had just made contact with her small panties.

Inside the couple joined in their first kiss in the darkened foyer.
Their tongues fought for dominance and pressed back and forth
from his mouth to hers.  Hands groped and pulled at the offending
clothing that prevented the two lovers from finding each other's
skin.  Jason pulled Tara's blouse out from the band of her small
skirt.  His hands dove beneath the silky tails and rocketed up to the
skin of her smooth stomach.

Tara playfully pushed her assailant a way just before he reached
her bra.  When the two parted, Tara seductively removed the
blouse button by button.  With the blouse on the floor, Tara's
breasts sat perched and exposed onto of the shelves of her open-
front bra.

"God damn it woman, those are incredible."  Jason dove to claim
the offered treats.  Tara deftly sidestepped his approach and dashed
across the foyer to the stairs.  She bounded up the first two steps
before Jason recovered.  Halfway up the staircase Jason caught up
to his prey.

Tara fell onto the rising steps.  Her legs splayed out behind her
with Jason chest resting on her knees.  The small wife was trapped
under his weight.  Jason's enflamed passions pushed his claiming
of her body on.  His face was directly above Tara's full, firm ass.
His skillful hands flipped up the back of the light skirt to reveal the
tiny panties he had touched briefly before.  The same hands wasted
no time in pulling those panties down Tara's silky legs.

He managed to lower them to her knees before the stairs impeded
his progress.  That was far enough.  "mmmm...I love your ass,
baby..."  His mouth parted slightly and his head dove into the deep
channel between the rounded cheeks beneath him.  His wet tongue
slid down the length of the canyon.  Jason slid his body lower to
reach the treasure at the base of her ass.

When he moved the change in pressure allowed Tara to escape.
She kicked her panties off in his face and darted up into the
bedroom. Jason came crashing in behind her and dove onto the bed
and landed astride the exposed wife.

Tara's hands struck next as they found the belt positioned just
above her stomach.  Jason wanted his pants off as badly as Tara
wanted to get them off.  He jumped off the bed and finished the job
Tara had started.  As he disrobed, Tara finished her clothing with a
quick flip of the bra and opening of the skirt.

Jason slid back into the bed and took up station between her thighs.
"I believe I was about here," his tongue lightly licked the inside of
Tara left thigh, "before you ran away from me just a second ago."

"I'm not running now," Tara cooed and spread her legs for his
attention.  Jason licked all around the sensitive flesh of her slit.
His fingers lightly stroked the length of her opening.  A few long,
slow trips along her lips brought the desired moisture to the
surface.  Jason hurriedly flattened his tongue to cover the width of
her cunt.  A strong, smooth lick soaked up the lubricant and caused
even more to flow to take its place.  His finger returned and
applied slightly more pressure against her flesh.  Now aided by her
own arousal, the muscular digit slipped quietly into her folds.  A
small moan escaped her mouth at this new sensation.  Jason's
finger pressed on deeper and deeper into her body.  When his palm
rested flush against her opening, his mouth joined it. His tongue
pushed into the upper portion of her pussy and zeroed in on the
pulsing button nestled in so snuggly.  The nimble tongue darted
back and forth across the hardened bulb of flesh and his fingers
began slowly fucking Tara's vagina.  The combination of his
touches and the culmination of a day of sexual stimulation had
Tara responding instantly.

"Oh good, Jason.... I'm gonna cum.... oh god.....oh
god.....uuunnnn..." Tara voice squealed in delight as the waves of
her orgasm came crashing over her body.  "Oh Jason.....fuck me
..... fuck me now......"

The aroused man needed no more encouragement.  His body slid
up Tara's frame.  He paused for a moment to claim the glorious
mounds of her breasts.  Satisfied with their taste his ascent
continued until the head of his cock found the precious opening
between her legs.  Jason gazed intently into the unfocused eyes of
his new lover.  He soaked her arousal before pressing into her for
the first time.

His thick cock stretched the walls of Tara's vagina on his first
journey into her sex.  "Oh sweetie, you've got such a great pussy.
Damn, I could fuck you forever."  Jason took up a steady rhythm.
The couple locked in the erotic dance as the sound of each impact
kept the time of their music.  The bed creaked and slapped loudly
against the wall.

"Oh god....that feels so good.....oh yes fuck me...fuck me....oh
god Jason, I want to you feel you cum.....fill me up inside....oh
god yes!!!!"

Tara's encouragement pushed Jason over the edge.  His tempo
quickened with each stroke and punished the smaller woman under
his weight with each thrust.   On the last trip in Jason collided
against her pelvis and pressed his penis into the cheating bride with
his full weight.  Tara squealed as streams of his hot seed splashed
against the walls deep inside her vagina.  Gush after gush coated
her entire cavity in his cum.  The sensation of his orgasm pushed
Tara over the edge for the second time.  The lovers smothered each
other in a tight embrace as the force of their climaxes swept over
them.

"Oh baby that was the best.  I am so glad I bought you a drink
tonight."

"It was special, Jason.  You're an incredible lover," came Tara's
reply.

Jason drifted off to sleep with his cock still encased in Tara's body.

Tara didn't sleep at all for several hours.  She vacillated from fear
to despair to guilt to arousal.  This day had been a horrible day and
an exhilarating date at the same time.  Tomorrow would only take
those two opposites to further extremes.

Part 5

The electronic buzzer of the telephone awoke Tara for the second
day in a row.  Jason had left at some point during the night or early
morning without saying goodbye.  Tara was quite happy with that.

The now all too familiar voice of her tormentor greeted Tara as she
spoke into the phone.

"Another grand performance my darling.  I hope you are feeling
good this morning."

"Please just tell me where my husband is.  Why are you doing this
to us?"

"Patience, patience, my dear.  If you keep cooperating the two of
you will be together again soon enough.  Well, we have a busy day
ahead of us. We had better get started.   Are you ready for your
next clue?"

A defeated Tara responded, "Yes sir, I am ready."

"Good.  Just a quick recap of yesterday's clues to help you get
rolling this morning.  The clues in order are landmark, west, and
California.  The clue for this morning is 'Oklahoma.' Give me your
guess when you are ready."

The clue did not help Tara at all.  "California and Oklahoma . . .
what . . ." Her mind raced for several long moments.

"Tara, I am going to have to get answer from you now," her
controller commanded.

"Ok, ok...all I can thing of that might connect California and
Oklahoma is Route 66."

"Well, a creative guess indeed.  Unfortunately it is also wrong.
You will find a package at your front door containing your outfit
for the day.  It is identical with what you were wearing in the bar
last night except that your blouse has now been replaced.  Please
wear only the items in the package plus the shoes you were given
yesterday.  Once you are dressed follow the directions in the
envelope on your car.  You have a ten o'clock appointment.  You
are to follow the directions of your host as if I were giving them
myself.  The same rules apply as yesterday.  If you fail to complete
a task your husband will suffer for it."

Tara had a few extra minutes this morning and devoted that time to
her hair and make-up that she neglected the day before.  She was
certain people were about to be using her sexually and saw no
harm in being presentable when they did.

She retrieved the package at her door and true to form found the
same revealing bra and panty set and mini that she wore yesterday.
In the package however also found a figure hugging satin tank top
that had a deep plunging neckline.  Once on and combined with the
lifting of the cut bra pushing her breast up and down, the effect left
little to the imagination.  Her cleavage was held tightly against her
chest by the tight top. The open-front bra meant that the outline of
her nipples was clearly visible without the nipples even being
erect. Tara left the house that again giving the appearance of a
woman with sex on her mind.

The directions led Tara to a home on the south east side of town.  It
was a perfectly middle class neighborhood of older houses that
appeared to have been built in the 60's or 70's.  The older
development was quiet on this weekday morning as most of the
occupants had left for work by the time Tara arrived.

Tara found the house in question.  It was a simple brick ranch
home with a well-kept yard and a single Honda Accord in the
driveway.  With no direction from her director, she simply went to
the front door and rang the bell.  An elegant African-America
woman opened the door. Even at mid-morning she was clothed in a
simple black dress and mildly accessorized with a splash of gold
jewelry.  The lady gave the appearance that this was her normal
attire and not simply a special occasion to impress the young bride
at her door.

Roxanne was her name.  She was tall for a woman at about 5' 7".
Healthy full-B cup breasts and a tight round backside that stood
proudly and firmly above her legs accentuated her slim build.  The
woman's presence and body oozed with the precision and dignity
of a confident and focused woman.

Roxanne warmly welcomed Tara into her home with a full two-
arm hug.  The large woman swallowed Tara up in her arms.  The
hug lasted just a little longer than Tara was accustomed to with
another woman.

Once seated in the living room, Roxanne began to speak, "It my
pleasure to meet you Tara and I must say I am glad you have come
to me today.  You are a sexy little lady, that's for sure."

Tara was starting to feel apprehensive about this encounter.
Roxanne had appeared innocuous enough, but the hug and the
praise of Tara's sexuality had her feeling slightly unease.   Sub-
consciously, Tara crossed her legs tightly and smoothed the pleats
of her short skirt in a vain attempt to cover her thighs.
Unfortunately for her, another sub-conscience act occurred.  Her
nipples hardened under the intense, burning eyes of Roxanne.

Roxanne continued, "Now sugar, you can just call me Roxy.  Got
that?"

"Ok, Roxy." Tara replied with a firm enunciation of the "Roxy" in
an attempt to appear more confident and playful than she really
was.

Roxy stood and moved to the center of the room.  She motioned
for Tara to join her.  Tara followed on cue and stood in front of the
taller woman.  Silently, Roxy's hands traced along the outer edges
of Tara's breasts.  Her erect nipples provided the dark skinned
hands an invitation to circle in and hit the sensitive center of her
mounds.  Roxy lowered her hands and grasped the bottom of
Tara's tank.  Slowly the taut fabric pealed away and over Tara's
head.

Discarding the unneeded tank, Roxanne's full chocolate lips
descended until they met Tara's mouth. The kissing started slowly.
Roxy's visitor was uncertain about the touch of another woman.
But the repeated light and tender manipulations moistened Tara's
lips and she loosened the clutches of her jaw just enough.  Roxy
gently took advantage of the opening and slipped her warm nimble
tongue between Tara's lips.  The new sensation gained slow
acceptance by Tara.  But the experienced older woman read her
new friends' responses well.  Roxy progressed and pushed on
slowly.  She waited for Tara to respond to this new feeling before
pressing it home.  After two or three probings by Roxy's tongue,
she finally felt a response from Tara's.  At this point the kissing
began in earnest.  Roxanne remained the dominant partner and
now that she was welcomed into Tara's mouth her tongue darted
and dashed in a hot dance inside the young wife's mouth.

As the kissing increased, Roxy's hands started taking in more and
more of Tara's body.  They easily found the snaps along Tara's
right hip that released the tension of the small skirt against Tara's
body.  Her hands spread the seam open wide and the pleated
garment fell to the floor.

She spun Tara around and stood directly behind her.  Roxy flipped
Tara's long brown hair away from her right shoulder, exposing her
neck and ear.  Her tender lips lightly sucked along the base of the
shorter woman's neck.  Tara voluntarily tilted her neck to the left
offering up the sensitive flesh.  Roxy took full advantage of the
offer and sucked softly and vigorously along the muscular olive
skin. Her hands wrapped around Tara's torso and found her full
breasts ready to be massaged. Tara's chest was flush with her
arousal and soft moans began escaping from her throat.

Roxy kissed around the edges and Tara's right ear.  "mmmm...you
are delicious doll.  I could just eat you up all day along.  My God
your breasts are just gorgeous and your skin is so smooth and sexy.
I've just got to taste all of you."

Roxy's tongue trailed down the spine of her visitor.  It stopped at
the lacy line of Tara's panties.  She grabbed a hold of the trimmed
edges, "Do you want me to take these off, sweetie?"

Tara just cooed in reply.

"I want to hear you say it.  Ask me to take off your panties.  Tell
me you want to show me your sweet pussy."

"Oh yes, Roxy.  Please pull off my panties. I want you to see my
pussy," Tara hissed in reply.

The response was good enough.  Roxanne tugged on the small
covering and it slipped to the floor.  Tara stood exposed in front of
a new lover for the second day in a row.

"Good Lord baby, that ass of yours is as nice as those tits."  Roxy
buried her face in Tara's full ass.  Her hands wrapped around her
flared lips and the index finger on each hand slid between Tara's
thighs and scrapped along the bottom of her pussy.

"Yesssss . . .nice and wet for ole Roxy already," she lifted her head
from Tara ass long enough to utter.

Roxy stood took a second to unhook Tara's bra and spun the
smaller woman around to face her.

"Your turn.  Take my clothes off now."

Tara took the short mid-length black dress and pulled it over it off
over Roxy's head.   Underneath, she was already naked except for
her stockings and garters.

Roxy pushed Tara onto a seated position on the couch.  She
pressed her knees apart and slid in between them giving her access
to Tara's open pussy.  "You ready for this?"

Tara hesitated.

"Come on now, spread those lips open so good ole Roxy can have
a taste."

Tara's hands applied gentle pressure to open her sex up just as she
had in the club the day before.  But this time someone was about to
dive into the exposed slit.  And Roxy was eager to go to work.  Her
long torso bent over and snaked down to the edge of the couch to
find the moist pussy.  Her warm tongue licked quickly over the
length of Tara's sex and the pressed sharply into the dark passage.
Her long tongue fucked Tara's pussy with dagger-like strokes and
licked up every morsel of Tara's arousal.   Roxy's thumb found
Tara's clit.  With her tongue fucking the desperate bride's pussy
like a tireless cock and her clitoris being squeezed between Roxy's
expert fingers, Tara's climax was an irresistible force.

She no longer cared who was giving her pleasure.  It felt the same
to her body.  Roxy knew instinctively what Tara's pussy and body
needed.  Each step of the way she had anticipated how much and
how fast.  Her skill brought Tara the edge of an earth-moving
orgasm.  Tara just had to get out of the way and let it take control
of her.  She did.  Her muscles tensed and locked frozen as her
breathing stopped for a moment.  Then the involuntary spasms
focused all of Tara's energies on the firing nerve endings being set
ablaze under the watchful eye of her first female lover.  Tara had
no excess energies to scream or flail around.  Just small squeaks
escaped her lips as her mouth and throat joined the full body spasm
she experienced.

Roxy allowed Tara to rest in the glow of her release.  She slid up
her torso and took her breasts into her mouth for the first time.
Roxy lazily sucked the pliable flesh atop Tara reclined body until
she felt Tara regaining her perspective on the world.

"Its my turn now doll."

A flicker of fear flashed across Tara's face.  It was clear she had
not thought that far in advance.  Roxy rolled off the top of Tara.
She took up position on the floor.  She lay on her back, with her
knees bent and spread apart.  Roxy's finger beckoned for Tara to
join her.

Tara slid off the couch and placed a hand on each knee.  She stared
blankly down at the shaven, dark pussy below her.  She had been
eaten out thousands of times, but never had she done this.  At this
point, fear of failure and awkwardness was a greater concern than
any sexual or moral issues.  She had just had one of the best
orgasms of her life and was actually willing to return the favor.

Roxy sensed the anxiety, "You'll do fine, baby doll.  Just dive right
in and do to me what feels good on you."

Tara led with her hands.   She pulled back the swollen labia of her
counterpart.  Her eyes were mesmerized by the sharp contrast of
Roxy's cocoa colored outer labia and the almost neon pink of the
inner folds of her pussy.  Tara lightly traced the outline of the color
barrier.  The touch on the tender flesh elicited the first sigh from
Roxanne.  The separated skin exposed the large hood covering
Roxy's clit.  Tara saw her target and went to work.  She sucked the
large nub into her mouth and assaulted the bump with machine gun
fast flicks.  The rapid-fire stimulation went right to work on Roxy.
She came hard and fast for Tara.  Roxy's pussy showered Tara with
cum as she squirted her juices out on each contraction.  When she
was finished a puddle of ejaculate gathered on the wood floor
under Roxy's hips.

"That's why I always get on the floor, sweetie."

Roxy sat up with Tara still kneeling in front of her.  The two
women spent the remainder of Tara's appointment kissing and
petting each other's naked bodies.

Part 6

Roxy disappeared for a few moments as Tara gathered her things
and helped to clean up.  When she reappeared she was carrying
another of the now routine manila folders.  The two women
hugged and kissed each other one last time as Tara stood outside
waiting the coming phone call.

"Fantastic young lady - just marvelous.  How was your first time
with a woman?"

Tara didn't lie, "It is exciting.  I'm not sure I'd do it again without
being made to, but I can't deny that it was fun."

"Fine, fine.  Now, down to business.  Your next clue is 'ocean'."

"Ocean?  Ocean.
landmark....west....California.....Oklahoma....wow, this is
hard....give me a minute I'm thinking."

"Answer quickly now - either you know it or you don't."

"Is it a ship?"

The computerized voice shot back sharply, "You should know
better by now.  I have already told you, no hints.  I will still let you
take a guess this round, but you will still have to be punished. That
extra question will cost you your bra or panties for the remainder
of the game."

"Wait . . . wait . . . . A ship was my guess.  You know like the USS
Alabama or the USS Oklahoma," Tara stammered back in
exasperation.

"I see.  Well in the future you must be more specific with your
answers.  A ship is like saying a monument.  It is too general to be
commented on.  Even so, for your carelessness, I must count your
answer wrong without comment and as a reminder to be more
careful and precise in the future, I must still require either your bra
or panties for the remainder of our game.  Its your call."

"My god, you are a tough one....I guess I'll give up my panties."

The voice instructed Tara to hand the phone to Roxy.  After a brief
conversation, Roxy handed the phone back to its owner.  Roxanne
then reached under Tara's small skirt, grabbed hold of her panties
and slid them to the ground.  Tara stepped out of the small garment
and Roxy collected her intimate wear.


"Ok, they're off and Roxy has them," Tara proclaimed into her
handset.

"Great, now for this next task, I need to tell you one rule.  Any
questioned that you are asked that can be answered with a 'yes' or
'no,' you must answer with 'yes,' unless to do so would be a lie.
Clear?"

"Yes I think so."

"Good, now you may obey commands and suggestions at your
discretion, but all 'yes' or 'no' questions must be 'yes'.  Good luck
and we will talk again soon."

The cool, blustery air flipped the back of Tara micro-mini skirt up
and exposed he bare bottom twice on the walk to the car.
Maintaining her modesty was going to be impossible.

At the car she found more directions.  Her second task for the day
took her back to the north end of town.  Tara had stayed at Roxy's
until the early afternoon.  The long drive coupled with heavy
afternoon traffic meant that Tara didn't arrive until the work was
over.

The old two-story brick farmhouse was one of the few homes in
that part of town that had survived the urban sprawl and held on to
a couple of acres.  It made the home seemed secluded in the
otherwise crowded developments common to large cities.

Other than the one command, Tara had not been given direction
concerning her purpose at this home either.  She assumed it was
the same here as at the other stops.  Just do what she was told and
try to survive.  What was troubling Tara the most in this whole
ordeal was that she was doing more than survive, she was thriving.
With each escalation and new experience her excitement grew and
her climaxes reached new thresholds.  She was beginning to
wonder where her breaking point was.  What would it take to make
her shudder in terror?  She had not found it yet.

A neatly dressed, rugged professional man opened the door and
greeted Tara. "You Tara?" She nodded.

"I'm Victor, come on in."  Victor was an impressive looking man
who possessed dominating personae.  In his late-40's, he still
maintained all of his youthful appeal. His strong muscular build
was the envy of men half his age.  Specks of gray had begun to
lighten the dark mane his Italian heritage had given him at birth.  It
only added to his refinement and mystery.

His strong hand wrapped around Tara's narrow shoulders as he
ushered her into his home.  She followed close behind and he
directed her steps into the kitchen area.

"Here is everything that is needed for the night," Victor pointed to
the assortment of light snacks lined up along his counter-tops.   "In
the last cabinet to your right, you'll find all the trays and plates
you'll need to serve on tonight.  Beer's in the fridge and the wine
and the liquor is in the basement.  Looks like we got about two
hours till the party starts.  Do you have any questions?"

This was a question that truly needed a 'yes.'  Tara probed, "How
many people are you expecting?"

"Let's see....myself, Jake, Richard, and Calvin...yep, that's
it...should just be the 4 of us."

Tara continued, "Where to you want me to setup?"

"Come on I'll show you."  Tara followed her host through the
kitchen and down to a large entertainment room just off of the
diving room.  The green felt of the octagonal table in the center of
the room made the plans for the evening fall into place.  Tara was
going to be the waitress at Victor's poker night.  There was
nothing too harmful about that.  She would have to endure a few
crude comments, and the occasional improper "accidental" contact
from one of the players.  But if she could keep her skirt from flying
up and revealing her nudity and hopefully keep the questions
directed at her to a minimum, this task might be ok.

Victor's brief tour of the poker room came to an end,  "You're here
till midnight, right?"

Obediently, Tara answered, 'Yes, sir."

For the next couple of hours, Tara worked in the kitchen filling
deli trays and icing down beers.  The door rang the expected three
times over that span.  Just before seven, Victor stuck his head into
the kitchen, "Gang's here, sweetie."

Tara loaded both arms with trays and made her first appearance.

"Holy crap, Vic.  What's going on man?" came Calvin's response
to Tara.

"Buddies, I just thought we could a little help in keeping ourselves
fed and hydrated tonight."

"Shit man.  That's great. But look at her man, damn," Jake added
to the chatter.

"Well guys, what's it hurt if our server is a dish herself."  Victor
winked in Tara's direction.

Tara placed the trays on the buffet along the far wall of the room.
She could feel 8 longing eyes crawling up her legs and trying to
peer underneath her short seam of her mini-skirt.  The absence of
her panties was haunting her now.  She moved in controlled steps,
always mindful of keeping the bounce of her hips to a minimum.

Her next task was to take drink orders.  As she stopped at each
man, she took the chance to size up her customers for the night.
Each one of the men could have been Victor.  They were four
interchangeable parts, but they were four handsome parts.  These
men were used to being in charge of their worlds.   Tara was awash
in a sea of testosterone and charisma.  These men were all young
enough to be primed sexually and mature enough to understand
seduction.  Tara struggled to focus on their orders as the warm air
of the room tickled the moisture forming on her exposed pussy.

The night began easily for Tara.  The men were complete
gentleman with her.  She caught an occasional glance probing
through the keyhole front of her tank or a wandering eye seeking
the secrets barely concealed under her skirt. But she never got
more than a charming smile, or playful wink as an advance on her.

However after the dealer's button had traveled around the table
several times and each man had downed a couple of drinks, the
room loosened up and the men's attention fixated on their server.
Tara began to have hands cover hers as empty glasses and bottles
were cleared from the table.  Hands rested on her shoulders and
lower back when she moved between the players.  Each time she
playfully smacked the advances away.  She hoped the mild rebukes
were enough to keep the men in check - at least that what she had
to keep telling herself.

It was only 9:00 PM.  Tara's face was already flush.  She had been
exerting herself in keeping the drinks and food coming, but not that
much.  The room was warm, but not that warm.  The heat along
her neck and cheeks was coming from within.  The pressure of her
nipples against the taut garment covering her chest and the moist
heat growing between her legs confirmed what her mind refused to
acknowledge.  She wanted to get ravaged by these men.  She
wanted to feel the intensity of their lusts driving in and out her for
the rest of the night.

Something had awakened in the conservative bride.  Before the last
two days, her sexual life with Wayne had been satisfying.  The
couple enjoyed each other's bodies and talents.  But she had never
thought anything like the past 48-hours possible.  Literally
hundreds of men had lusted and masturbated over her naked body.
She had found ecstasy in the arms of a beautiful woman.  Now her
body craved the attention of these four men.

Still her reserved upbringing kept Tara in denial of those urges.
Her careful movements to conceal her precious body never
wavered.  And that may had been enough if the men had not begun
to question their conflicted waitress.

Calvin started the process of her entrapment, "Tara, can I ask you a
personal question?"

She had to answer yes.

"Are you married?"

The truthful answer was 'yes.'

"Babe, I hope your husband won't mind that I think you are simply
a stunning woman."

Tara blushed more than she expected, "Well, thank you, Calvin."

Her genuine response to his praise unsettled the meek young
woman more than she was comfortable with.  Tara shuffled around
and attempted to resume clearing the table for another round of
food and drinks.  The chemically inspired man was not quite done
talking.

"You are so beautiful and that tiny outfit just makes you look
delicious.  Can I give you a little kiss on the cheek?"

Tara knew what her answer had to be.  But this clearly the first
question down a dangerous path.  So tried to play it off as a small
thing then determined to head to the kitchen and hide for a few
minutes to let the room settle down as soon as it was over.

"Ok Calvin, since your such a darling man, you can give me a little
peck on the cheek. But no funny stuff, ok?"

Calvin rose swiftly from his chair, "You can trust me little lady."
His imposing dark frame bent down to reach Tara's offered cheek.
His kiss was a light and innocent caress just below Tara's right
cheekbone.  He had kept his promise.  Tara wavered on hers.

The strong, but tender presence of his lips against her face spread
warmth across her face.  The sensations sped stimulation to each of
her enflamed erogenous zones.  The conflicted bride held her face
frozen in place for long seconds after Calvin stood erect again.
Her left hand shakily landed on the smooth felt of the gaming table
to steady her trembling legs.

If she had left as planned, she might have escaped and next
question.  Calvin placed a firm hand on each of her shoulders so
they faced each other.  His eyes peered deeply into Tara's dilated
dark pupils.  "That was wonderful, Tara.  I'd love for you to kiss
me back.   Would you please honor me with a small kiss in
return?"

Tara would have said yes anyway.  The conflict in her mind was
all but over.  She wanted to be possessed by this man.  The rules of
her tasks only helped to provide her the excuse to fall deeper into
his spell.  "Yes, I'd love to give you a kiss."

Their lips met this time.  Tara's lips eagerly parted to make way
for his probing tongue.  With Roxy, she had needed coaxing and
encouragement, but her resistance crumbled under the presence of
this man.  As the couple wetted each other's lips and chins in the
passionate embrace, Calvin's hand ran along the tampered area of
Tara's lower back.  He could have gone lower.  She wouldn't have
thought to stop him.  But he was too much of a gentleman.

Calvin's polite seduction of the younger woman continued much to
the delight of the remaining men.  Victor quietly began clearing the
table of the cards and chips.  He knew where this was heading.
Calvin never commanded anything of Tara. He just kept asking her
permission.  Tara was helpless.

"May I?" the muscular, African man inquired as his fingers ran
along the bottom of Tara's top.

"Yes, you may, Calvin."

His strong fingers slid beneath the snug top and pressed the
garment toward Tara's shoulders.  Her nipples resisted as the satin
pushed passed their perch.  But the stiffened buds lost the struggle
and tender flesh sprang free.  Calvin threw the halter-top on to the
green table.  Three remaining men flanked Tara.  Victor stood
offset behind Calvin's right shoulder.  Jake and Richard stood to
Tara's sides.

"Wow, gorgeous.  Absolutely gorgeous."  Calvin's hands returned
to her shoulders.  He applied gently pressure to the straps on Tara's
shoulders.

"May I?"  The answer was understood.  The elastic bands fell
harmlessly to the tops of Tara's arms.  Calvin reached around and
skillfully removed the clasp.  Tara's bra joined her top on the table.

One last "may I" and the task was complete.  Calvin opened the
short skirt and finished exposing Tara.

The pile of clothing on the table grew even more. Shirt and pants
and belts and finally briefs and boxers cascaded onto the table.  In
seconds, Tara was lost in a sea of flesh.  The small woman found
herself engulfed in masculinity.  Four rigid cocks pointed at the
singular prey.

Calvin was in the prime position and acted first.  His potent arms
lifted Tara off her feet.  He easily held her small frame in the air
with one arm.  Tara wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

His free hand directed the head of his cock to the slit hovering just
above it.  His arm slightly lowered Tara until the two bodies met.
Calvin ran his head along the sensitive lips of her pussy.  His touch
found all the permission he needed in the slick skin he found.  The
tension in his arm lessened again and allowed the captive woman
to slide onto the full length of his 8" shaft.

Tara landed hard at the base of his manhood. "unhhhhhh...I'm so
full baby."

Calvin laid Tara onto the table.  It was a perfect height and
positioned her cunt just where the determined man could hammer
it.  Calvin began with a long slow tempo to allow Tara to accept
his presence.  As he felt the lubrication spread evenly along the
walls of her vagina his tempo quickened.  The two bodies began
impacting against each other harsh, dramatic collisions.

"Oh fuck, baby.  I love your pussy.....oh hell...how did your man
let you out of his sight...." Calvin was struggling to keep his
control in Tara's receptive body.  His tempo slowed.

The respite gave the three onlookers a chance to get involved.  Six
hands tore into the clothing pile and cleared the green felt.  Victor
climbed on top of the flat surface and positioned his erection just
inches above Tara's upturned mouth.  Jake took her right side and
Richard her left.  Tara understood the message.

She had never serviced more than one cock before.  But she
welcomed the erotic challenge.  Her two hands wrapped around the
two shafts at her side.  Victor pressed his penis down as Tara
arched her neck to roll her head backward.  The angle gave
Richard's dick a clear path into her fullness of her mouth.  It was
not yet 10:00 PM and Tara was surrounded and filled by men.  She
had a full two hours ahead of her.

Calvin set the tempo for the group.  On every thrust inward his
sizable body pushed the small bride toward the opposite end of the
table.  The movement forced Richard's cock down the warm
tunnel of Tara's mouth.  As he withdrew, he pulled her small frame
back to the edge of the felt in front of his thighs. Tara's hands just
automatically kept in time with Calvin's circuits.  Her large soft
breasts bounced like the arm on a metronome keeping the whole
group in harmony

The illicit display and wonderful friction inside of Tara's body
send Calvin over the edge first.  He pulled his jet-black cock out
and took aim at the creamy white tits beneath him.  His first blast
overshot the mark and splash against the bottom of Tara's chin.
The remaining eruptions coated Tara's chest with Calvin's seed.

"Hell yeah, Cal...Hell yeah....spray 'er good boy." Richard
shouted.  The men's cheers lasted only as long as Calvin's orgasm.
There was an empty pussy available.  Victor claimed the prize.  "I
got her next, boys."

Victor scampered to entrance of Tara's pussy.  A quick thrust
impaled her fully on his cock.  Calvin inserted himself back into
the ring at Tara's mouth.  Remnants of his ivory cream still coated
his dark member.  "Clean me off woman."  Tara's tongue licked
around the fat penis dangling before her eyes.  Her movements
were erratic around and up his shaft as Victor's presence
announced itself with a jolt every other second.

Jake straddled Tara's chest when her mouth was finished attending
to Cal.  His upturned cock was already glistening from the pre-cum
Tara's hand had squeezed from his body.   He wanted more.  "Spit
on it and get me wet."  It was no question and the frenzied woman
no longer cared.  Her free hand lowered the bouncing head in to
position and she expelled a mouthful of saliva as commanded.
Jake rubbed the lubricant all over his cock and balls.

Two masculine hands pressed Tara's impressive breasts together
and created a fleshly tunnel eager for a cock.

"Please...please, Jake fuck those titties.   Fuck me good ....shoot
your cum on my titties."

The slick penis slid in effortlessly and nestled between her willing
mounds.  Victor's frantic humping meant that Jake could just enjoy
the ride.  Tara's body advanced and retreated with each of Victor's
purposefully movements.  Each time Victor slammed his balls
against her pelvis, Jake's cock slid down and away from her tits.
With each withdrawal, Victor pulled Tara back toward himself and
forced Jake's cock swiftly through the deep canyon surrounding his
manhood.

"Oh god...your tits are......."  Jake couldn't finish the sentence.  His
penis sprang out from the slick cavity and its upward curve sent
shots of his seed wildly into the air.  They reached their zenith
even with the manly chest looking down on the trapped wife.  The
downward portion of their path brought the fountain of semen
splashing back down across Tara's lips, chin and shoulders.

Victor's turn followed in quick succession.  He rudely shoved Jake
from off of his perch.  He took up position above Tara's hips and
provided the last moments of needed stimulation with his own
hands.  His orgasm added to the sticky mess covering Tara's torso
and face.  The first jet sprayed over her chest and soiled her long
mane wildly spread beneath her alluring face.  Another stream fell
just short of that distance and landed across the bridge of her nose
and sprinkled her right eye with cum.  Victor's orgasm waned and
the last contractions puddled beneath her breasts and ran down to
her stomach.

The sight proved too much for the reserved Richard.  Tara's hand
had been unrelentingly working his long thin penis.  Tara was
showered with another series of blasts that threatened to drown his
ecstatic woman in seed.

The animal in Tara was in full control, "Come boys, that was great,
but I'm here for another hour.  Which one of you studs is ready for
more?"

The men who were closer to 50 than 30, needed a few minutes.
Tara teasingly laughed at the spent mature men.  But her heat was
very real.   So she lay on the table and massaged her own pussy
both trying to achieve her craved orgasm and to entice the men for
another round.  Tara's fingers found the tender location of her clit
and went to work.

"Oh boys, my clit is throbbing. I want a thick hard cock right here .
. . .  Someone fuck meeee!!!"

Tara came as she commanded the men to return.  One by one they
did.  First Jake and then Richard forced their semi-rigid cocks back
into the tender passage.  They had missed that treat in the first
round and were eager to experience the tight young pussy opened
before them.  Tara's passion was complete.  She climaxed on each
of the cocks.  Victor and Calvin managed a short go with their lust-
filled prey just before the clock struck midnight.

Tara had lost count of her orgasms in the last few hours.  The night
had changed her.  Whatever conservative and innocent shreds of
her personae remained would be powerless to hold back the tide of
her lusts ever again.

The disheveled woman stood in the cool dark night carrying her
high-heeled shoes in her left hand.  In her right hand she held
another sealed manila envelope.  Her phone rang.

"You continue to impress my love.  You certainly have had a busy
day.  Go home and get some rest.  We'll talk in the morning."

The dazed bride robotically guided her car home.  There was no
moral conflict to steal her sleep that night.  The sound of her own
voice calling out for Roxy and four strange men to molest her was
irrefutable evidence that she craved being used sexually.  There
was nothing to worry over that night.  All that was left to do that
night was sleep.


Part 7

The dull throbbing of her body was the first sensation to reach
Tara's mind at the beginning of the third day.  The bruises had not
yet appeared on her breasts or between her shapely thighs, but the
deep soreness promised they would come soon.  The abused bride
squirmed her supple frame beneath the cool, pale blue sheets of her
bed in a vain attempt to stretch away the soreness.  It was only as
she grew accustomed to the initial wave discomfort that the steely
chime of her bedside phone pierced into her consciousness.

"Hello my dear...." the familiar mechanical voice of her tormentor
greeted her over the line.

"I trust for your sake that you slept well.  Unless you can guess our
location, you have another busy day ahead of you.  Are you ready
for your next clue?"

Tara fought to shake the last of her morning fog from her brain.
She needed her mind clear to handle the challenge that would soon
be in front of her.  "Yes sir.  Go ahead."

"Remember the rules.  You had some trouble with them yesterday.
Let me give you a quick recap to get you going this morning.
Your clues have been:  Landmark, West, California, Oklahoma,
and Ocean.  Now this morning's clue is:  'Climb Mount Nitaka.'
There it is.  I need your guess now."

Tara's mind raced at the obscure remark.  "Mount Nitaka??  What
the hell is that?  I...I...I don't know..."

"Tara, I need an answer now," the stern tone in the receiver told
her that her time was up.

She was barely able to raise her voice above the echoing sound of
her heart inside her chest.  "I guess a ram might be on a mountain.
But didn't the football team move to St. Louis.  That doesn't have
anything to do with Oklahoma anyway......this is wrong, but I'll
guess it anyway.  Are you at the Rams' old stadium?"

Tara received the expected reply.  "I'm sorry sweetie.  We are not
at the Rams' stadium.  By now you should know the drill.  You
will find a fresh copy of your outfit and directions to your next task
at your front step.  Remember, you are to wear only the items
contained in the package and the heels that I have provided for
you.  After you have completed this assignment, I will be in touch
again.  Good luck, sexy."

Wrapped securely in her comforting white-robe, Tara retrieved the
package and slinked back into her home.  Dressing took just a
quick moment.  Another item of her outfit had been removed.  Her
body was shielded now by only the tiniest of pleaded skirts and her
halter-top blouse.  Going bra-less was more symbolic than
anything else.  The open front of her shelf bra had already exposed
her almost completely.  But the knowledge that she would be
completely without any undergarments stripped another layer of
comfort away from her.

Tara quickly had much more on her mind as she read the
instructions.

"You will proceed to downtown Atlanta.  Go to the southwest
corner of Centennial Park on International Boulevard.   There you
will find a pavilion containing two benches.  Take a seat on the
bench farther to the north.  Once seated you are to masturbate
using only your fingers.  You are allowed to be as discreet as
possible.  But under no circumstances are you to delay starting, nor
may you stop pleasuring yourself until you reach orgasm.  One
warning should be sufficient.  If you fake your climax, I will know
and Wayne will suffer for it."

Panic again enveloped the desperate woman.  Masturbation was no
problem for Tara.  She had plenty of experience satisfying her
periodic desires for a quick orgasm.  But those times were mostly
securely hidden in her bathroom or bedroom.  Even allowing
Wayne to watch her had always made her feel self-conscious.

Now her intimate act would be on display for anyone to see -
anyone.  The chilling realization that she would be in a public park
burned a frightful image into her dark thoughts.  There could be
families with children playing in the park!  The danger of this task
was far greater than overcoming some sexual inhibition.  What she
was going to do could become a public spectacle.

But even as her objection registered in her own mind, the
expression of those thoughts betrayed her.  She was going to do it.
The night before had not been forgotten.  Even as she trembled at
the dangers in front of her, she could not ignore the heat of passion
building inside her.  Even if she had not heard from her new
master, she would have rubbed her tender body to the pinnacle of
her desire that day.  She knew she would not need long to
accomplish this mission.

The small, German-made four-cylinder engine of her car fell silent
as she parked along the east side of the Olympic park.  Tara
breathed a sigh of relief as the door of her car clicked shut.  Her
deep-brown eyes saw only a few people in the grassy fields on this
early mid-week morning.  Purposefully, she strode south down to
the corner of International Boulevard.  Turning right, she began
seeking the last pavilion in the line.

Her luck held.  Her stage was empty and there was no one to be
seen in her little corner of the park.  Hurriedly, she sat on her
assigned perch.  With one last furtive glance down the street and in
the park, Tara's hands began their descent to her pussy.  They
lightly traced the outer curves of her freely hanging breasts.  The
full nipples enthusiastically responded and stretched the clingy
material of her blouse.   Once below the seductive curves of her
chest, her fingers fell directly to the tops of her exposed thighs.

Sitting on the bench her small skirt provided no cover to her neatly
trimmed slit.  Only the constant pressure of her thighs together
kept her most desired treasures hidden.  Tara gradually lessened
that pressure and allowed the fingers of her left hand to slip
between her creamy legs.   They found a moist and swollen tunnel
waiting for them.  The puffy lips protested in pain as her index
finger pressed between them.

Tara's eyes closed and her mind flashed back to the images of the
last two days.  Her imagination replayed the cries of horny-men as
the cheered on her dance.  Her skin felt the heat of her rushed
encounter with Jason.  The sweet taste of Roxy's chocolate lips and
body wetted her tongue again.  When her fingers pinched the
sensitive bud nestled at the top of her pussy, images of four
masculine figures each shooting the fruits of their desire onto her
body flashed into her mind.

The onrush of memories pushed the sexually awakened bride to
her orgasm in that moment.  An unrestrained cry of release
bellowed from her lips.  No thought of her surroundings or of the
attention her sounds might attract could rise into her
consciousness.   She came with no thought of the contest, or of
clues, or even of Wayne.  Tara simply wanted to be satisfied.

"Are you done, miss?"

The deep grumblings of a male voice shocked Tara back to reality.
As her eyes opened and focused on the dark figure that stood in
front of her.  The joy of her release vanished.  Standing directly in
front of her was a tall imposing man dressed in the full duty
uniform of the city of Atlanta police department.

Tara immediately sat up.  She closed her legs and struggled to hide
her exposed body under the non-existent hem of her skirt.  The
exercise was pointless.  The officer had already seen everything
she was trying to hide.

"Young lady, do you know how much trouble you are in?"

"Officer, I'm so sorry. I can explain....."  The words froze in her
mouth.  No she could not explain.  She had just been warned to
remember the rules of the game.  There was nothing that she could
tell the police without endangering her husband.

"I don't want your explanations, miss.  Stand up and lace your
fingers behind your head."

Tara did as instructed.  Seconds later, her hands were tightly cuffed
behind her back.  Tears streamed down her face as the two walked
toward the street and the waiting police cruiser.

"Please officer, I can't go to jail."

Her eyes found his nametag and she tried to make the appeal more
personal.  "Officer Blackmon, you just don't understand.  I just
can't go to jail.  Please.  It will never happen again.  Just let me
go."

Tara's pleadings continued as the couple reached the curb.  The
officer opened the passenger side rear door and moved the terrified
wife into position to enter its caged compartment.  But as she
prepared to slide onto the seat, she felt the strong presence of a
man's hand grab hold of the back of her skirt.  His fingers easily
extended down beyond its length and cupped the bottom curve of
her ass.  An instant later his free hand grabbed the snaps of the
pleated garment and with a sharp tug it was ripped from Tara's
body.

"What are you doing?  Stop it!!!"  Tara protested the assault on her
body.

"Settle down missy.  You want to be set free, don't you?"

Tara nodded as the tears continued to stream down face.

"Good then.  Just relax and enjoy the ride and you can go on your
way in just a few minutes."

Tara relented.  The officer released one hand from the cuffs.
"Remove the top," he commanded his prey.

Tara pulled her blouse fully over her head and handed the garment
to the lawman.  His eyes took in all of Tara's curves as his hands
refastened her wrists together behind her back.  With a firm hand
on her head, she was guided onto the cloth seat of the cruiser.

Blackmon took his naked prisoner around several curves to a
secluded alley behind Philips Arena.  Confident they would not be
disturbed, he exited the car and moved to retrieve his prize.

Tara knelt before Officer Blackmon.  She watched as his rough
hands unbuckled the thick black utility belt around his waist.
When his rigid cock sprung free, its tip glistened with the evidence
of his desire to tame the Latin beauty before him.

With her hands cuffed, Tara had only one choice.  She cautiously
leaned toward the erect shaft pointing at her face.   She lightly
wetted her lips and opened as the thick purple head of the
policeman's penis met her face.

Officer Blackmon was large muscular man easily pushing passed
225lbs.  While his cock was not overly long, it was thick as he
was.  Tara's jaws struggled to open wide enough to allow the full
girth of his member to pass into her mouth.  She gagged slightly as
he pressed into her the first time.

"Come on baby, take it for me.  I want this to be a good fuck.  I'm
risking my job to let you go."

Tara felt helpless against his demands.  Fear pulsed through her
veins.  But she knew in her heart, this was no rape.  His massive
form and intimidating presence were building the flames of her
desires even higher.  She was not sure where he would take this,
but with each thrust of his cock into her mouth, Tara grew more
eager to follow him.

"Oh god, that's it baby!"  Officer Blackmon pulled up harshly on
Tara's shoulders.  "Not like that you don't.  I want that sweet pussy
of yours.

Tara's face slapped against the textured seat cushion as her partner
spun the captured woman around and pushed her shoulders toward
the ground.  Her ass stood proudly outside of the car.  Blind to the
events below her waist, she waited for the inevitable contact.

Two thick fingers slid along the wet folds of her pussy.  "Looks
like my bitch is ready for me," he said arrogantly.

His thumbs forced her full ass cheeks apart.  His cock followed
close behind.  Tara's lubricated passage eagerly sucked in his bulky
rod in one push.  His massive frame slammed hard against her ass
and thighs.  Her face burned as it skidded forward on the harsh
cloth of the seat and again as she was pulled backward by his
strong hands pawing at her waist as her withdrew.

His fucking of her continued roughly, with no regard for her
pleasure.  Her body simply was his tool.  Officer Blackmon wanted
to deposit his seed into her vagina.  Tara did not care.  His singular
focus mesmerized her.  With each violent thrust the pain of
stricken cunt elevated her arousal toward her second climax of the
day.

But suddenly the assault ended in a symphony of pulsing streams
of semen splashing against her cervix.  Tara vainly tried to reach
her point of release, but with her hands bound she was unable to
resist when the policemen withdrew for the last time.  He fell back
against the open door of his car to recover.  Tara desperately
ground her hips into the cruiser's seat.  But the moment passed too
quickly.

"You are a sweet piece of ass, lady.  I'm glad we met today."

Officer Blackmon removed the cuffs from the bride and returned
her clothes.  Tara was slowly coming to grips with what just
happened.  Technically, she had just been blackmailed or raped.
But she didn't care.  Right now all that was on her mind was a
burning need to come one more time.

"By the way, I believe this is for you."  Officer Blackmon
produced a plain manila envelope.  As he drove away, Tara slowly
pieced together his role in this encounter.

Part 8

"Hello..."

"Well done, my love. That was an amazing show.  I must
complement you on not telling the officer about your situation.  I
know your husband thanks you.  I thought for certain that you
would cave in at that point.  Well on to the next clue.  Are you
ready?"

"Wait...Wait...Was he a real police officer?"

"Never mind about that, baby.  All that matters is the present.  And
your present is another clue.  Here it is - Japan."

"Japan.....I don't know...I just want to see my
husband...please....can't we end this now?"

"There is only one way you are going to see your husband.  You
must guess our location.  Your clue is 'Japan.'  I need your answer
now."

Tara was in no frame of mind to solve a puzzle.  "I'm just at a loss.
Can I please have another clue?"

"Tara, we have covered this already in the game.  You must
already know my answer.   You can have another clue, but because
you asked me, you must now complete your next task.  Go to your
car.  You will find the instructions on the windshield as usual.
When you have completed this task, you will have completed your
work for the day.  Return home and I will contact you in the
morning.  My love, you are doing well.  This will all be over
soon."  The line dropped dead.

At her car, Tara found the promised details of the challenge that
lay before her.

"Tara, before I give you the details, let me tell you this much.  For
this assignment, there is no one scheduled to meet you.  The events
that happen will be completely unplanned.  There is a very real
possibility that nothing will happen to you.  If you faithfully
complete the task without encountering any sexual contact with
another person, do not worry.  Your task will still count as
completed, no matter the outcome.  That is as long as you obey the
terms laid out below.

This task builds upon the terms of the task you completed last
night at Victor's house.  Throughout this assignment, you must
answer every 'yes or no' request with a 'yes.'  The rules are the
same as they were last night with one exception.  You may not stop
any physical advance upon you during this task.  You need not
worry about being violently assaulted.  I will guarantee your safety
and let us just leave it at that.

Your task is this.  You will drive to the eastern most stop of the
MARTA train line.  That is the Indian River stop.  You will take
the train back in to the Five Points Station downtown.  Take the
southern train to its terminal stop at the airport.  Return to Five
Points and take the train to the northeastern end of MARTA, and
then finally repeat the procedure to the west.  After returning to
Five Points from the western leg, you may ride the rail back to the
east to Indian River, retrieve your car and go home.

There is one more important notice.  The only request you may
refuse is to leave the train or facilities.

Hopefully, this is clear enough for you.  Good luck again and we
will talk in the morning."

Tara was actually relieved at this assignment.  Sure, she was
dressed like a common whore, but who would dare do anything to
her on a crowded train?  This adventure may not do anything for
the sexually frustrated state Officer Blackmon had put her in, but
she could take care of that when she got home.

At 12:30 PM, she arrived at the Indian River train stop.  She
purchased a token and headed down the stairs to the inbound train
platform.  To her relief, she was alone at the station.  Five minutes
later her train pulled in.  Tara entered the last car of the train and
moved to the very rear.   The first inbound leg was uneventful.
Given the time of day, most of the commuters from the eastern
suburbs were already at work.

Tara's first real encounter with people took place at the Five Points
downtown station.  She tried her best to avoid eye contact as she
transferred trains.  Her mind could not block out the comments
behind her on the unavoidable escalator ride during the transfer.
The men below her on the mechanized stairs had a clear view of
her tender ass and pussy.  Once she reached the top, she scuffled
off and tried to lose herself in the crowd.

Again, she headed toward the back of the southbound train.  Her
second trip was more crowded.  But it was no more eventful.  The
passengers on this leg were headed to the airport.  They were
fussing with luggage and handling last minute business items.
Tara noticed a few repeated glimpses of her exposed legs, but no
one even approached her.

Tara's hopes continued to rise as she journeyed back north to the
Five Points station.  Another empty train meant that she was left
alone.  However time was passing.  It was almost 2:00 PM before
she made it back to the heart of Atlanta.  The outbound rush would
be starting to pick up soon.

The first threat of her journey appeared as Tara exited the train and
headed toward her northbound journey.  Two young black males
noticed the skimpily attired bride step from the train.  Tara's
control broke down for a just an instant as they whistled at the
older woman.  Her head snapped around to the right before she had
time to react to stop the instinct.

She made eye contact.  She saw two averaged sized young men
who were about 25-years of age.  They were dressed like normal
urban youths, but there was nothing that would have been normally
threatening about them.  But today was no normal day.

Tara tried to give a dismissive, but polite smile and move along
and get lost in the crowd one more time.  It didn't work. She heard
their voices follow her as she walked away from the train.  It was
just then that Tara realized she was only a few steps away from the
escalator.  She quickly thought about stopping and let them go on
ahead.  But what if they stopped also and began to talk with her?
Things could get out of hand quickly.  Reluctantly, she decided
that flashing them some skin was better than engaging them in
conversation.  Maybe she could lose them again

"Fuck, Terrence.  She's not wearing any panties."  Tara heard the
young men gawking over their unexpected windfall as the
continuous belt of the escalator lifted her toward the upper level of
the train station.

"We gotta follow this bitch. You stay with her.  I'll get us a couple
of passes."  Terrence's partner, Jamal, peeled off and sprinted to
the nearest vending area.  Terrence stayed close on Tara's trail.
She knew that these boys were determined to keep close to her.
There would be no losing them and her day was in danger of
taking an ominous turn.

Tara took up her now customary place at the end of the station so
that she could slip quietly into the back of the last car.  Her
pursuers caught up to her just a few moments after she had reached
her destination.  Jamal walked to her left side and stood just about
a half step closer than social conventions dictated.  Terrence did
the same on her right.

Tara stared blankly ahead trying to act as if their presence was no
of concern to her.  But she could feel their eyes inspecting every
inch of her body.  The palpable tension in the air sent shockwaves
of electricity through the bride's feminine form.  Predictably, Tara's
sensitive nipples provided her company with a hint of her desire, as
they pressed hard against her shear, snug top.

Jamal's eyes were focused on the large keyhole opening of Tara's
top.  Without a bra, his elevated side view gave him an
unobstructed view of the valley formed by the raising walls of
Tara's tits.  There was no way he was going to pass up the
opportunity to spend some time with this beauty.

"You workin' today?"  Tara missed the intended connotation of
Jamal's question.

"No, I'm just out riding the train some."

Jamal knew she had not caught his meaning.  "No, I mean are you
working today?"  He rubbed his thumb against the inside of his
curled fingers.  Seeing that universal sign for money, Tara caught
on to his suggestion this time.

She had to admit that she looked the part of hooker today.  Part of
her was still insulted at the question. Yet, that prudish side of her
personality had been shrinking steadily recently. So the twinge of
indignation quickly receded into the background.  Her true feeling
was one of pride.  Not only were these two virile young men
interested in her 30-something body, the question implied they
would be willing to pay to have her.

"Oh no!  I'm not a hooker."

"So why ya out lookin' like that for, then," pressed Jamal.

Tara's mind raced for answer that would not give away her true
purpose.  "Oh, I just have some time to kill this afternoon.  I
thought I'd take a ride on the train and see the city some."

"Cool, mind if we hang with ya some?"

Tara remembered her task and complied.  She agreed to their
companionship just as the rumblings of the next train turned the
trio's attention to the tracks.

Terrence led the group onboard and turned to the rear just as Tara
would have done.  He took the corner seat on the back wall of the
cabin.  Tara carefully slid in beside him and Jamal sat to her left.
When the hydraulic doors shut, Tara was sandwiched between two
young men looking to claim her before the day was over.  The car
was lightly populated with only a 5-6 other passengers heading out
to the northern rim of the city.

As the train pulled out of the station, the conversation picked up
again.  Jamal, who was clearly the leader of his partnership with
Terrence, took the lead.  His eyes roamed up and down the naked
flesh of Tara's legs.  "I hope you don't mind if I tell you how
fuckin' hot your legs look in that skirt."

Tara stammered slightly, "Thank you, Jamal."

"Yes ma'am.  They look so smooth.  Are they as smooth as they
look?"

The game dictated Tara' answer, "I suppose they are."

The inevitable follow up came next, "Mind if we touch 'em and
see?"

Tara again had no choice but to consent.  She knew that the line
being crossed here was just the start.

Tara sat with her knees pressed firmly together and her hands
folded in her lap trying to keep her skirt from sliding up.  It was the
only way she could sit and keep any semblance of modesty.  This
left the entire length of her thighs and calves free for these young
men to claim.

With Jamal leading the way, Terrence joined him as each man
made first contact with Tara' body about mid-calf.  Ten massaging
fingers slowly kneaded the pliable flesh of her lower legs and
worked their way up toward her knee.

"Nice and smooth and sexy.  Ain't that right, T?"

"Hell yeah, man.  She's smokin' hottie," replied Terrence.

The dark skinned digits crested over her knees and lightly traced
the tender skin along the top of Tara's thighs.  Both young men
continued to press on their exploration up the tanned skin of Tara's
upper legs until they reached the border created by Tara's forearms
resting at the hemline of her skirt.  Silently, she sucked in a sharp
breath of air.  The rules were clear. She was not to impede any
physical advance.  Her arms would have to yield to their advances
and their removal would open her body completely to these
strangers.

But for the moment her remaining modesty was safe.  Jamal and
Terrence slid their hands back down Tara's thighs just after
touching her wrists.  Their hands came to rest cupping her knees.
Only a slight inward pressure from Jamal's index finger indicated
his desire to go further.  Tara slightly lessened the tension of her
legs and allowed his probing finger to come to rest just inside her
left kneecap.

The three travelers rode in silence as the journeyed to the first stop
on the northern line.  At the Peachtree Center station one of the
remaining other passengers exited the car, leaving Tara with only
four witnesses to her seduction.

The train lurched forward as it came to life again.  Its sudden
acceleration threw Tara and her men back firmly in their seats.
The shifting weight caused her legs to part slightly.  Jamal's hand
slid passed her knee and into the valley between her thighs.  She
could feel his fingers massaging the creamy flesh of her inner
thigh.  His hand now rested at mid-thigh.

Jamal spoke again, "You've got a great set, baby.  I love to see a
woman's nipples sticking out like that.  Can I touch them?"

Tara could not say no, but she tried to delay his intentions, "Jamal,
there are people in the train."

"Yeah, it might cause a scene. What if I act like I'm pointin' at
something out of that window over there?  And when I point at it
my hand just rubs up against you on the way over."  Tara had to
consent.

"Hey T, look over there man."  He pointed at nothing in particular.
He wasn't even looking out the window - neither was Terrence.
With his right hand nestled carefully between Tara's legs, Jamal
used his left to reach across Tara's body and point out the window.
As the train passed his arbitrary point in the scenery, Jamal's hand
and arm chased after it.  By the time the trio pulled even with that
spot, his arm pressed into Tara's full chest.  A smile broke across
his face as he felt the swell of her d-cup glands pushing back
against him.  Slowly, he slid his arm back across her body inline
with her erect nipples.  The back of his index finger passed directly
over each bud. When his arm finally broke free of the contact,
Tara's swollen chest strained against the tight confines for her satin
blouse.

"Look at those hard fuckin' nipples.  Damn, I'd love to suck on
them. Can I?  Can I suck on them?" Jamal whispered down to the
cornered woman.

Tara's eyes scanned the partially populated train.  Her seducer
understood the meaning of her glances.

"Yeah, you're right," he allowed.  "But if they all leave the train, I
can suck on them, right?"

Tara nodded slightly in agreement.

With Jamal's assault slowed, Tara became aware that Terrence was
not just sitting idly.  His hand had missed out on the chance to
slide between her legs, so he moved to the outer portion of her
right thigh.  His light stroking along her skin sent chills across her
body.   Gradually his hand wandered above the hemline of her skirt
to her waist.  There his fingers discovered the two small clasps that
the secured the tiny garment to her frame.  Without so much as
pretending to ask permission, a quick tug loosened Tara's skirt for
the second time that day.

Tara was truly trapped between these two men.  If she stood or
even moved at all her ass and pussy would be exposed completely
to their advances.  As it stood, she had no protection on her right
side.   The lower half of the skirt fell to the train seat giving
Terrence access to the outer curve of her ass.

A sharp left turn in path train threw Tara toward Terrence.  Jamal
had seen the turn coming and his masculine form was better
prepared to deal with the centrifugal forces of the change in
direction.  The result was that the distance between Tara and Jamal
increased subtly.  His strong hand held her left leg in place as her
right leg fell in the direction of his submissive partner.  The slight
opening of Tara's legs allowed Jamal's hand access to her body
near the top of her thighs.  His fingers now massaged the flesh just
a few precious inches from her pussy.

"Babe, if you put your arms along the back of the seat you won't
fall like that the next time we go around a turn."

He didn't wait for a response.  His free hand wrapped around her
slender wrist and lifted it up to the seat back.  His partner followed
in turn.  Tara's last protection from their advances toward her
pussy had been removed.

Terrence eagerly expanded his exploration of her body.  With no
barrier blocking his access to her lap, his nimble fingers curled
over the protruding top of her hipbone.  His long middle finger slid
back and forth along the crease created at the junction of her legs
and torso.  The repeated advances of his hand were slowly pushing
the light cloth of Tara's skirt from off of her lap.  There was
nothing Tara could do.

The train arrived at the fourth stop on the northeastern line -
Midtown Station.  A middle-aged man clad in a grey business suit,
wrinkled from his toil at the office, stood to exit the train.  He gave
the young men a knowing smile as the train rocked to a stop.  His
eyes roamed over Tara's available body.  He muttered a jealous
oath under his breath as the left the cabin.  Only three passengers
remained.

Things settled down for a few minutes at that point.  Tara knew
what Jamal and Terrence were waiting for.  There were still several
stops to go on the outbound leg.  The farther the train traveled
away from the heart of downtown, the more likely it became that
the three other passengers would leave and the less likely it was
anyone would need to continue on that line to take their place.

As the train approached the Arts Center Station, about mid-way
out the northeastern line, all of the remaining passengers began
shuffling around.  "Looks like we might be alone," Jamal gloated
when the brakes began slowing the train to a stop.

All three passengers exited.  However, Tara escaped momentarily
when a young couple stepped into their car just before the door
closed.  "Fuck it," was Terrence's response to the setback.  Jamal
took a much more proactive approach.

He surrendered his hand's choice location and went and sat down
beside the new visitors.  Tara used the reprieve to secure her knees
together again.  Jamal's conversation could not be heard in the
back of the train, but the wrinkled $20-bill that he handed the man
in the couple, joined with the brazen glances to the rear of the car,
left little doubt about what was said.  As expected, the couple
exited the train at the Lindbergh Center Station.  No other
passengers joined the trio in the cabin.  Tara was alone with Jamal
and Terrence.

Jamal returned to Tara's left side.  His face was shining brightly at
the reward awaiting him.  "I believe you promised me something,
babe."

Jamal grabbed the bottom of Tara's blouse and smoothly began
sliding it up her torso.  Terrence reached around Tara's back and
assisted by ensuring the back came up as well.  Her breasts sprung
into the open.  She had just assumed the men would stop once her
blouse was bunched up under her chin. The men had other ideas
and the rules of Tara's game meant she could not stop them.  The
continuing upward path of her blouse forced Tara's arms above her
shoulders and up into the air.  Her arms fell free and Jamal took
possession of her blouse.

Instinctively, Tara covered her exposed breasts with her arms.  Her
movement and fixation on covering her chest caused her to forget
the vulnerable state of her lower body.  During the stripping of her
tits, her opened mini-skirt had simply slipped off of her lap.  Jamal
ended the charade of its protection by roughly pulling it out from
under Tara's full ass.

Tara was naked on a public train.  Panic began to overwhelm her.
"Guys, please give me my clothes back.  Someone could get on the
train at the next stop!!!  Please, you can't make sit here like this!!"

"Shut up, bitch!!" Jamal's tone took a sudden change.  His voice
was now stern and condescending.  "You owe us some tittie
sucking.  So we're gonna start sucking on those sweet jugs of yours
when we pull into the next stop.   We're going keep sucking on
them until we get to the stop after that."

Jamal glanced at the map of train line quickly after that.  Following
the period of sucking he had just described, there were two stops
left.  He continued, "After that T-Bone there might let you have his
coat - if you're real nice to him.  But don't take too long at it
though.  I'm gonna to toss your blouse out the train at the first stop
and your skirt at the second.  Unless you just wanna stay naked,
you better make him happy real quick.  You got me?"

The tearful bride nodded in agreement just as the train slowed for
the next stop at Lenox Station.  She prayed a quick silent prayer
that no one would enter the train.  At the first stop, she was spared
the fate of having an audience.  The doors snapped closed.

Jamal and Terrence each greedily went to work on the exposed
woman in their grasp.  Tara's luscious breasts disappeared behind
the dark, short curls of the black men's heads.  Tara's body
exploded in excitement as her tits filled the mouths of two hungry
young men.

Her fear of exposure melted under the heat of her growing sexual
need.  The events that left her frustrated earlier in the day came
washing back over her mind.  Moans of arousal slipped from her
mouth even before the train had finished accelerating away from
the station.

Brookhaven Station was less than a 3-minute trip from the Lenox
stop.  The mauling of Tara's body was an intense and rough
session.  Their sexually awakened victim welcomed the abuse.
Her legs, which had been so firmly locked together earlier in the
trip, offered no resistance as Tara felt Jamal's fingers at the top of
her thighs.

She slid her hips down in the seat until her ass hung just at the
edge.  Her knees fell apart and offered the riches found between
them to the exploring, ebony fingers seeking their reward.  Jamal
hurriedly followed the curve of Tara's inner thigh to the damp lips
of Tara's bruised and swollen pussy.

Her wet cavity readily welcomed Jamal's thick finger plunging
deep inside her body.  Her clit bounced against the curve formed
between his upturned thumb and encased index finger.  The
friction generated in their connection had the naked woman swiftly
nearing the coveted release her body was craving.

The train announced the approaching of the Brookhaven Station. It
engaged its brakes and decelerated toward its stop.  Jamal
withdrew his hand.

"Oh god, no," came Tara's complaint to the empty feeling now
coming from her vagina.

Jamal responded by licking her juices from his dark finger.  "You'll
get what I got for ya soon enough, bitch.  But you've got to help
out my boy first."

As the train stopped, Tara slid to the floor and placed herself
between Terrence's legs.  Her skilled hands had Terrence's penis
removed from his pants before the doors of the train had closed.
His cock oozed the clear, thick liquid of his pre-cum from its dark
head.  Her tongue removed the excess moisture in her first swipe.

The train's first lunge away from the station aided Tara's first trip
down the length of Terrence's hardened shaft by shifting her
weight to the back of the train.  Travel time to the Chamblee
station was just under 4 minutes.

Tara went to work on her assigned task.  Her hopes were that this
young man was inexperienced and would be easily excited to the
point of orgasm.  Her mind was full of sexual energy, but there
was enough maturity in her to remain aware that losing her
clothing out the door of the train was not desirable.

Unfortunately for her plans, Terrence maintained his control.
Despite Tara's passionate manipulations of his cock, he managed
to hold back his orgasm until the train arrived at the penultimate
stop on the northeastern route.

Tara's head popped up as the train rocked to a stop.

"Well, I guess you don't want this no more, " Jamal mocked.

He moved to the door and tossed her brown blouse to the station
platform as the doors opened.

"Better get to sucking or your skirt's going out next."

The alarmed woman turned back to the work in front of her.
Terrence's cock twitched in anticipation of the return of Tara's
warm mouth.  But the Doraville Station was only two miles up the
line and she would be there in less than three minutes.

Terence moaned in strong guttural tones under the stimulation of
Tara's motivated excursions along the length of his penis.  The
young man demonstrated great control and survived the onslaught
as the train pulled into the station.

As the trained shuddered to a stop, Jamal rose to complete the
discarding of Tara's clothing.  She feverishly continued working
the penis in her clutches.  Terence was no longer compelled to hold
back his orgasm and allowed Tara's labors to bear fruit.  Her
cheeks swelled as jet after jet of his thick seed spewed passed her
lips.  Patiently, she waited until the last trickle seeped from the tip
of the weary cock.  A quick, hard swallow and her work was
completed on the young man.

But she had been too late to save her skirt.  Jamal stood at the open
door, waiting for the imprisoned bride to turn his way.  When her
eyes caught up to him, he casually dropped the last of her clothing
out the door.  It fell harmlessly into the gap between the train and
the station platform.

"Too bad, baby.  Looks like you've got no clothes now.  How was
she, T?"

"Damn fine cocksucker. Damn fine," came Terrence's reply.

Jamal continued, "Well baby, you better ask my boy here real nice
like if you can hold his jacket.  We're heading back into city.  The
train's about to get real crowded."

Tara looked up at Terrence, "Please baby, please can I wear your
coat."

Her desperate situation and submissive state continued to arouse
Tara.  The game she was a part of was only a vague suggestion at
the moment.

Her tormentor had changed her over the last three days.  Her
metamorphosis had her now focused on pleasing whatever person
was in charge of her sexually.

"You gonna be a good little bitch and do what we tell ya?  No
funny shit.  Mind yo' place and I'll loan it to for a minute."

Tara replied with heart-felt acceptance, "Oh yes sir, I'll do
whatever you say.  Thank you so much."

Terrence took his over-sized, Detroit Pistons team jacket and
handed it to Tara.  She slid it onto her stripped frame as the three
exited the train.

The trio crossed to the other side of the side and waited for the next
inbound train.  Terrence had Tara face him and held her in a loose
embrace.  His hands lifted the back of his jacket from her ass and
explored its round firm shape for the first time.  Jamal excused
himself from the two and spoke in hushed tones on his cell phone.

Tara still had to return to town and complete the westbound leg of
her journey.  And as the hour of the day grew later, more workers
would be leaving the city to return home.  She knew that her
adventure for the day was just beginning.

The inbound trip to the city was mostly uneventful.  After the
animated claiming of Tara, the two men seemed more relaxed.
The car filled with passengers during the 10 inbound stops.  Tara
attracted very little attention.  Wrapped in the over-sized jacket,
she was actually covered better than in the outfit she started the
day in.

Jamal took the lead as they exited the train at the Five Points
Station back in downtown.  Tara followed closely behind with her
hands stuffed in the pockets on the coat in an attempt to push its
protection farther down her legs.

Jamal led her to the men's restroom on the lower level.  He briefly
disappeared into the room.  Upon his return he held the door open
and beckoned for Tara and Terrence to enter.

Uncertainty crept into her mind as she walked into the unfamiliar
territory.  Turning the corner into the main area of the facility, she
was greeted by a gang of young men.  They looked like peers of
Jamal and Terrence, matching them in age and clothing.  She
suspected she knew the contents of Jamal's earlier phone call.

Cheers echoed in the tile-lined concrete room as Jamal and
Terrence joined Tara in the circle of men.  Masculine greetings
were exchanged as the waiting men welcomed the heroes home
from battle.  Jamal quieted the gathering.

"Told ya boys.  She's a hot, fuckin' little bitch."

The room erupted again as Jamal took Tara by the shoulders and
violently pulled the blue and red jacket from Tara's body.  He spun
the nude form around slowly as the circle encompassing her grew
progressively smaller.  Soon hands were sliding all over her flesh.
Her breasts were being pulled and squeezed repeatedly as her
rotating body passed in front of the dark figures around her.  The
same was happening from behind with fingers prying apart the
velvety globes of her ass.  Each hand pressed hard as it slid in from
behind trying to reach the gaping slit of Tara's pussy.  The young
bride was being overwhelmed in sexual sensations.  All told there
were now ten young studs with visions of mating with her.

Jamal calmed the room again and held the shaky woman upright to
make his plans for her known.

"Boys, the little woman here wants to take a train ride this
afternoon.  So I say we help her.  If she don't know it means to
'pull a train,' she's gonna real soon."

For the third time the predatory sounds of testosterone fueled calls
ricocheted off the hard walls of the restroom.  Tara led a caravan of
horny men toward the westbound rails.

Once inside the train, Tara was directed to the rear seat again.
Jamal hurriedly barked out instructions to his boys.  A muscular
wall formed in front of the rear bench and faced the front of the
car.  Secluded behind the conjoined broad shoulders of his posse',
Jamal set out to be the first to claim Tara's body.

Again, the Piston's jacket was ripped from her body.  It was tossed
to the far side of the cabin.  Jamal lowered his pants and took a
seat.  His index finger summoned Tara to sit astride his lap.

His thick penis slid into her receptive cunt in one sudden thrust.
Jamal buried his face in her tits as Tara started riding his shaft.
She had been denied her orgasm twice already today and in spite of
public display she was putting on, she was determined to find some
release at last.

The wall of young men blocked the fucking couple from the view
of the now crowded train.  However, Tara's torrid pace had both
members of the union crying out in pleasure.  Weary
businessmen's and women's attentions turned to the rear of the car.
But only their imaginations could fill in the details of the
resonating moans filling the car.

The Georgia Dome station was only about one minute's ride from
Five Points.  Jamal barely made it.  The frantic couple never even
slowed as the train came into the station.   A few would be
passengers saw the passionate display through the trains' side
windows.

As they watched for the few moments the train remained still,
Jamal succumbed to Tara's heated use of his cock.  His hips lifted
up off the plastic seat beneath him and drove his member deep into
his partner as she landed one last time on his lap.  His cock pulsed
in its orgasmic rhythm and coated the walls of Tara's pussy in his
seed.  The sensation of the warm jets shooting inside of her
brought the craved climax to Tara.  She screamed in delight just as
the doors closed again on the train.  Her drained body collapsed
against the toned chest beneath her.  The onlookers from the
station platform missed their train.

Tara's ordeal had just begun.  Jamal pushed her off his lap.  With
machine-like precision the men of the wall shifted one space to the
right.  Jamal took up station on the left, while the man at the right
end, moved to claim his time with the group's toy.

Tara sat astride the second man's lap.  Her second partner held on
through the Vine City and Ashby Stations.  Her tiring body finally
coaxed his orgasm as the train neared the West Lake stop.

During the pause, her third charge move to take the woman.  She
fell prostrate on the bench seat in front of her.  So her partner
moved in behind.  His calloused fingers seized Tara by the hips.
He had roughly five minutes before the train reached the end of the
western rail.  Tara's ass began quivering as his cocked drove deep
into her lubricated vagina.  As his arousal peaked, he took to
slapping the white cheeks exposed below him.  The sounds of his
palms impacting made the men of the wall turn slightly.  Their
brown eyes filled with lust watching Tara's shuddering ass grow
pink under each savage blow. Tara's cries of pain silenced the now
uncomfortable conversations remaining in the car.

His timing was impeccable.  He pulled his cock from Tara's pussy
just the train reached the end of the line.  With a forceful tug on her
shoulders, he rolled Tara on her back.  He hand provided the final
few strokes needed on his cock.  Streams of his semen coated
Tara's face and neck.

The jacket was tossed back to Tara.  She dressed again and
followed on weak legs behind her gang of assailants.  Once
onboard the eastbound train, the process began again.

There are 15 stops total from the far western edge to Tara's starting
place on the far eastern edge of the Atlanta rail system.  The trip
time lasts over 30 minutes plus some additional time in the station.
Over that next half-hour, seven men rushed to exploit Tara's
available body.  Tara was just lost in the sea of sexuality floating
around her.  Her body was numb from the experience, but her mind
was reveling in the instinctual attention of these men.  Their
insatiable desire to experience her mature body fortified Tara's
self-esteem.  Her terror at her public exposure onboard the
commuter train was long a thing of the past.  Her game had melted
away another sexual inhibition.

By the time she arrived at the Indian Creek station, her body
clearly bore the marks of her ordeal.  Her skin was raw and
blemished from the constant friction of her fucking.  Her make-up
was smeared and her hair mangled and matted from the fountains
of cum that had splashed across her face.

One could have argued that she had been raped in the morning and
gang raped all afternoon.  But that was not how she would
remember it.  She would remember being irresistible.  Her
memories would focus on the primal lust that burned in the eyes of
a dozen men as they surveyed her unprotected body.  This day had
begun with her being commanded to masturbate.  And from this
day forward this day, she would conjure up these memories
whenever she chose to satisfy herself.

Tara had turned to leave the station and leave her lovers in her
past, when she heard Terrence's voice.

"Baby, I only let you borrow my jacket."

Without looking back, Tara shrugged her tired shoulders and let
the garment fall to the ground.  Dressed in only her stiletto heels
and carrying her small purse, Tara walked coolly passed the
stunned onlookers.  Her naked body arrived at the car and found
the expected envelope.  She drove home blankly through rush hour
traffic.  Her mind too involved in savoring the sensations of the
last few hours to notice the horns and stares of neighboring cars.
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