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Brian Is Gone
By vulgus

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Story codes: MF, MMMF, MMM+F, NC, IR, Humil.

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

It was the first time I had gone out to have a little fun since
my husband had left for Iraq. His National Guard unit had been
called to active duty and before we had time to take a deep
breath he had been gone. He had been gone almost three months and
I was bored to death. All I ever did now was go to work and go
home and watch TV and write letters to my husband. I was a little
upset that I wrote to him every night and I got a letter from him
only once a week, if that. 

I knew that conditions were rough over there and that he was
having a hard time of it. But just a note to say that he was okay
and still loved me would have been nice. We had only been married
for a little over a year and I knew he loved me, but I really
worried about him and I wanted a little reassurance. No, I wanted
a lot of reassurance, not so much that he still loved me, I knew
that he did. Rather that he was still alive and uninjured and
holding up alright.

When I let my friend talk me into attending the party at her
house on Friday evening I certainly didn't go because I was
peeved at my husband Brian for not writing to me in almost two
weeks. I went because I was tired of sitting home alone in my
quiet little apartment and worrying about him. I wanted to hear
some music and talk to some happy people and dance a little and
have a couple of drinks. 

I had no idea how out of hand things were going to get. My
girlfriend, Tanya, wasn't all that wild. I had no reason to
believe that this would be anything but a fun little party for
some of her close friends. It was her birthday and two of her
friends were throwing a party for her and had reserved one of the
pools in their apartment complex. 

I intended to have a couple of drinks and laugh a little and
dance a little maybe, and then go home alone and go to bed all by
myself. I wasn't worried about anything. I was an independent
twenty-one year old married woman and I was capable of taking
care of myself. Or at least I thought I was.

It was hot and sunny and I had a couple of drinks and danced a
few dances. Then I put my bikini on and spent some time in the
pool cooling off. More than a few guys were coming on to me and
it was very flattering. I flirted with a couple of them, but I
eventually made it clear that nothing was going to come of it and
they started leaving me alone. I was relieved, because I had
definitely been tempted by a couple of the guys. 

When you get used to a fairly regular sex life for a year or so,
the sudden move back to abstinence is not easy, or pleasant.

Once it got dark and cooled off a little I danced a little more.
I stayed in my bikini, but there were lots of girls dancing in
their bikinis, and mine was more conservative than most, so I
wasn't standing out or anything. After a while I was spending
most of my time with one guy. He was really cute and funny and he
really cheered me up. When we weren't dancing we were sitting on
the pool steps in water up to our necks or sitting at a small
table and sipping a beer. 

I had made it clear to him that I was leaving at ten and he was
disappointed, but he didn't argue with me. He was slightly older,
I think he was close to thirty, and more mature. He had accepted
that he wasn't getting laid tonight, at least, not by me. We were
enjoying each other's company though and I stayed with him.
Mostly I stayed with him because he was fun to be with, but also
because while I was him the other guys were leaving me alone. 

At nine thirty he talked me into one last beer and he got out of
the pool and got the drinks and we moved to a pair of lounge
chairs on the side. The volume of the music was turned down
around eight o'clock or so and we could talk more easily now. I
couldn't deny that I was having a great time.

I sipped my last beer and kept my eye on the time, fully
intending to leave at ten. That isn't what happened though. I
don't remember what happened. I was sitting and talking one
minute and having a good time. 

The next thing I knew it was Saturday morning and I was waking up
in bed with a guy! I didn't know what had happened. I knew that I
hadn't been that drunk and I assumed that I had been drugged. I
looked at the guy in the bed and I recognized him as the man I
had spent most of the evening with, but I couldn't for the life
of me remember his name.

I was naked and I looked down and saw that I had tooth marks on
my tits and my thighs and my chest and stomach and thighs were
covered with dried cum. I put my face in my hands and I realized
that I had it all over my face too.

I got up, feeling very much like I had a hangover, and looked
around for the bathroom. As I moved around I realized that I was
in a lot of pain. My vagina hurt, my butt hurt and my throat was
sore. I was no rocket scientist, but I quickly realized that it
was pretty likely that I had been raped last night, and by more
than one guy.

I found the bathroom and went in and stared at myself in the
mirror. There was flaky dried cum all over my face and body and
my long blonde hair was encrusted with it.

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and I rushed to the toilet and
lifted the seat and threw up for several minutes. When I finally
stopped and my stomach was under control I flushed the toilet and
turned to wash my face and hands and there he was, standing in
the door smiling at me.

Before I could say anything he said, "What a waste of cum. We
went to a lot of trouble to fill your stomach with that cum. Now
we have to do it all over again."

I found my voice and even though it hurt my throat I screamed at
him, "You fucking rapist! You aren't going to get away with this.
As soon as I leave here I'm calling the police. I hate you!"

He just smiled and stared at me like I was some sort of amusing
little pet or something. 

I washed my face and hands and dried off on the cleanest towel
that I could find. Then I stormed back into the bedroom to look
for my clothes. He followed me and watched me look around and
when I demanded my clothes he said, "Your bikini is in the living
room."

I stomped down the short hallway and came to a sudden stop in the
living room. There were four men sitting around grinning at me.
They all looked like they had just gotten up. 

I realized that they must have all raped me last night. I didn't
remember it though and I was very embarrassed about being naked
in front of them. I spotted my bikini on the floor and I went for
it and hurriedly put it on. I spotted my purse on a table and
grabbed it, but the rest of my clothes were nowhere to be seen.
They were probably still out by the pool.

I started for the door but before I could open it he said, "Don't
leave yet. We have something to show you."

"No you don't!" I yelled and continued for the door. I didn't get
that far though. One of the four men that had apparently slept in
the living room stood up and blocked my path. 

I wasn't scared yet. I was still far too mad to be scared. I
yelled at him to get the fuck out of my way and he just stood
there smiling at me. That just made me even more furious. I
charged at him and tried to push him out of the way and when I
saw how little effect I had on him it made me even madder.

He got tired of me though and he grabbed a handful of my hair and
nearly lifted me off of the floor. I dropped my purse and put my
hands on his wrist and tried to free myself. He just ignored my
efforts and dragged me easily to the couch and roughly pushed me
down between two of the men that were sitting there.

He said, "Tom asked you politely to stay and look at something.
Trust me. You are going to want to see it. It is very important
to you."

I reached up and rubbed my sore scalp, causing a snowstorm of
dried cum to fall onto my shoulder and into my lap. I almost
threw up again as I realized what was happening. Instead, I
forced myself to take a deep breath and asked them what was so
fucking important for me to see.

One of them picked up a couple of remote controls and turned on
the television and then started a DVD. I screamed as the picture
came on and I saw myself being passed from man to man in this
living room. I was naked and I was smiling and apparently having
the time of my life. Their hands were all over me and if anything
I seemed to be encouraging them.

I said loudly, "You fucking bastards!" Then I tried to stand up
and leave. I was half way to my feet when the men sitting on
either side of me pulled me back down. One of them said, "There
is a lot more to see Kim. Trust me. You are going to find this
educational."

I struggled with them and said, "All you have here is proof that
you raped me you bastards!"

Tom said, "No Kim, you aren't looking close enough. What we have
here is proof that you were a more than willing participant. Look
at yourself, your eyes are open, you are smiling and animated,
you are standing on your own two feet. No one can look at that
and come away with the opinion that you are being raped. Just
keep watching."

What choice did I have? They wouldn't let me leave anyway.

I sat and watched as the men that weren't currently occupied
groping and kissing me started undressing. When they were naked
they took over and the rest of the men undressed. Then they
returned to passing me around and groping my naked body. It was
humiliating to watch, especially with the five of them sitting
there, watching me as I stared at the screen.

They finally tired of passing me around and three of them sat on
the couch and one of them asked me in a friendly tone of voice to
kneel between his legs. There wasn't the slightest hint of force
or coercion. Even though I knew without a doubt that I had been
drugged, I couldn't see any sign of it.

My embarrassment increased as I watched myself take the first
man's cock into my mouth and start sucking greedily. By now I had
come to realize that all of these men had raped me. That didn't
make it any easier to sit in the room with them and watch it
being replayed on the TV.

As I sucked off the first man one of the others knelt beside me
on the side away from the camera that Tom must have been
operating and he played with my breasts with one hand and his
other hand reached between my legs and teased my sex roughly. I
watched my reaction as he groped me and it looked very much like
I was enjoying it.

I felt the tears running down my cheeks and it infuriated me. I
didn't want these bastards to see how upset I was. I wiped my
eyes and continued to watch as I brought the first of them to
orgasm and swallowed his cum without hesitation. I didn't even do
that for my husband!

The man that was groping me moved me over to the next man and as
we watched me being repositioned Tom said, "In case you are
wondering, Rory was second. You had already sucked me off while I
was waiting for my friends here to arrive. My friends and I share
everything."

I sat and watched, horrified, as I sucked all four of them off.
Tom came in from time to time and got lots of close-ups of my
smiling, happy face as I swallowed one load of cum after
another.

Once I had sucked off the fourth man I was placed on a large
hassock on my back and the first man that I had sucked off moved
between my legs and easily slipped his cock into my very wet
pussy. I saw that my pussy was red and swollen and looked like I
had already had sex.

I glanced at Tom and he smiled and said, "Yeah, we fucked too."

They all fucked me, one right after the other. After each of them
came in my pussy they moved around and after the next one had
pushed his hard cock inside of me the one that had just had me
moved to my face and I eagerly sucked them clean.

I felt my stomach turning and I put my hand over my mouth and
rushed to the bathroom. I made it just in time and I threw up
again. But my stomach was pretty much empty now and it was mainly
dry heaves. 

I waited until my stomach was calm and then I washed my face and
went back out to the living room. I was placed right back between
the two men on the couch and the DVD was taken off of pause my
gangbang movie took right up where it had left off.

Once they had all cum in my pussy the blowjobs started again.
Tom's second blowjob from me was caught on film and I was forced
to watch as I sucked them all again. This time, though, they
didn't cum in my mouth. After Tom had gotten hard he pulled his
cock out of my mouth and turned me over on the hassock and
started lubricating my butt from a tube of KY Jelly. 

I watched as he spent several minutes lubricating and stretching
my ass and then he handed me the lubricant and I used it to
grease up his large cock with apparent eagerness.

He watched me as I smiled and spread the grease over his hard
cock, then he patted my head and said, "That's a good girl." Then
the camera panned back and forth between my face and my ass as he
began to force his cock inside of me. 

I watched in disbelief as it went in easily and I looked back at
him with a look of passion on my face. Tom said, "That was me
taking your cherry. That was the first time you had ever been
fucked in the ass, wasn't it?"

I nodded, still staring at the TV incredulously.

They had had the sound turned off all of this time and now they
turned it up and I heard myself grunting in pleasure and begging
him to fuck me harder. While he was fucking my ass the others
took turns sticking their cocks in my mouth and letting me keep
them hard and ready for their turn in my ass.

They had all had me twice already and some of them took a very
long time to fuck my ass. Not all of them. A couple of them came
nearly as quickly that time as the first time. Over all though,
this round of rapes took a long time. Through it all I begged
them to fuck me harder and when each of them had cum in my ass,
before I sucked his nasty cock clean with apparent eagerness, I
begged the next one to fuck my ass.

After that they all just sat back and relaxed and from time to
time one of them would call me over and I would suck him off
again. In between, when I wasn't sucking one of their cocks, I
was obeying orders to pose in humiliating positions, or play with
myself, or to scoop up the cum dripping out of my pussy and ass
and spread it over my face and hair and breasts for their
amusement. It was the most disgusting thing that I had ever seen,
and it looked like I loved every minute of it.

I realized that there was no way that I could go to the police. I
don't know what they had drugged me with. The effects were
obvious though, to me. To a cop, or a judge, or a jury, they
would just see a horny slut whose husband was in Iraq as she
eagerly took on all comers.

I looked at Tom and said, "Okay, you win. I won't call the cops.
I know what would happen if I tried to convince them of the
truth."

Tom smiled and said, "You still don't get it, Kim. We aren't done
with you yet. We enjoyed the hell out of what we did last night.
You are a great cocksucker and you such a hot tight cunt, and
your sweet ass is even tighter. We can't let you go that easily.
Maybe in a week or two, but for now, your ass is ours."

I tried to stand up again and I was pulled back down. I shook my
head and said, "No, I can't, I won't. I can't do those things
that you did to my drugged body last night. I don't even do those
things with my husband. I won't do it!"

Tom laughed and said, "Sure you will Kim. Because if you don't,
your husband is going to get a copy of the DVD and then he will
wonder why you do those things with everyone else but not him. At
least I guess that is what he will wonder." 

Then he held up my address book which had been in my purse and
said, "I bet there are a lot of other people that would get a
kick out of seeing how hot you are too." He thumbed through the
book and stopped from time to time and asked what my relationship
was with various people in the book and I didn't answer, but the
idea of them seeing that DVD was even more horrible than the idea
of being forced to do the things that were on it.

I slumped down on the couch and covered my face with my hands and
cried hysterically. I didn't think at all for a few minutes and
they let me cry. As my sobs subsided though, I realized I was
going to have to let them do anything that they wanted to me for
as long as they wanted. I was totally in their power. I knew that
I had been an unwilling participant in the sex acts that they had
recorded last night. Even knowing it though, I saw no sign of any
unwillingness on my part in that movie. Far from it, at every
turn I had looked eager, enthusiastic. They hadn't even ordered
me to do things. They had asked or suggested or simply guided my
willing body where they wanted it. 

I tried to tell myself that it didn't matter much now. They had
already done everything that they could do to me. From now on it
would just be more of the same. I knew that wasn't true though.
For one thing, I would be conscious now, aware of the humiliating
things I was being forced to submit to. That aside though, I had
no doubt they had more and greater humiliations in store for me.

Tom came over and stood in front of me and said, "We had a great
time last night Kim. You behaved like the perfect little slut.
Personally though, I am looking forward to doing it all over
again now that you are going to know what's happening to you and
be hating every minute of it. That turns me on so much more than
when you were oblivious. Why don't we start by having you stand
up and take that fucking bikini back off?"

He reached down and took my hand and pulled me to my feet and
stepped back. I realized that it didn't matter. They had not only
seen me naked; they had all had sex with me over and over last
night. I didn't have the faintest memory of it though. As far as
my mind was concerned, this was all new to me.

I looked at Tom, standing nearby with my address book in his hand
and my brain spun madly trying to think of some way out of this
mess. I saw that one of them had begun recording me standing in
the center of the room and I saw the looks on their faces. The
anticipation and the lust were one thing, but I also saw how much
they were getting off on the idea that I hated this. I was
terrified and I was humiliated and that was turning them on.

I looked down at the stained carpet and reached behind my back
and untied the top of my suit. As soon as I untied it the cups
fell away from breasts, exposing them. I reached behind my neck
then and removed it and dropped it on a nearby table. There were
a few chuckles. I supposed that they were amused at my
humiliation. It was obvious that they were enjoying degrading me
nearly as much as they enjoyed the sex. I have to assume that
they enjoyed the sex. They weren't letting me go.

I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my bikini bottoms and slid
them down and let them fall to the floor. Then I stood naked in
front of them again. I fought the urge to cover myself with my
hands. I realized that it would be silly at this point, and that
they would only be amused by it.

Tom said, "That's a good girl. Now get your nasty ass in the
bathroom and take a shower. You stink."

As I was leaving the room, biting my tongue to keep from pointing
out that I didn't "stink" before they had raped me, Tom turned to
his buddy with the camera and said, "John, why don't you go with
her. Get some good shots of her in the shower."

John trailed behind me with the camera and I was acutely aware of
the camera recording my every move as I turned on the shower and
used Tom's soap and shampoo to wash the dried cum from my abused
body and my stiff, cum encrusted hair.

John kept the shower curtain open enough to watch me and he
filmed every embarrassing moment. I had no desire to go back into
that living room and serve as a sex toy for those horrible men,
but I was really being creeped out by John filming all of my most
private moments. He even recorded me on the toilet when I sat
down to pee, forcing me to spread my legs so that he could film
the urine spraying from my body. I shuddered in revulsion as each
new humiliating experience was recorded. 

Before I went back out I brushed my teeth with my finger and some
of Tom's toothpaste. I was able to finally get the taste of cum
out of my mouth. I imagined that it wouldn't be long before they
remedied that though.

When I returned to the living room Tom called me over to where he
was sitting and pulled me down into his lap. He sniffed at me,
sarcastically, as if to see if I were actually clean enough to
touch. Then he smiled and said, "Much better. Now, my friends and
I have been planning your day while you were getting cleaned up.
You are smart enough to know that the things that amuse us won't
be as much fun for you as they are for us. The thing is, you know
that you don't have any choice, don't you?"

I nodded. It was true, no matter what happened after this, they
already had enough information to ruin my life, destroy my
marriage and my reputation. 

Tom continued, "Good, because I don't want to have to keep
threatening you to make you behave. If you get to be a problem,
we can always give you more of that drug I gave you last night
and you have seen how you behave then. Trust me. We are a pretty
imaginative group. The pictures could get much worse if we
drugged you again."

There was no doubt in my mind that these men would take pleasure
in destroying me if I didn't do as I was told. I just wasn't sure
if I could do this. I had always been a very conservative person.
I was not one of those girls that dressed to thrill and liked to
show off. I had never, before last night at least, had sex with
multiple partners and I had certainly never posed for revealing
photographs. 

Brian had tried on numerous occasions to get me to pose for some
sexy pictures. He had desperately wanted one of me in a sexy pose
to take with him to Iraq. In my mind though, I could just see him
showing it to his friends and I couldn't do it. I love him, and I
like it that he thinks I am sexy, but that is just between me and
Brian. Or at least it had been until last night.

As Tom warned me about obeying his orders his hand moved over my
body as if he owned me. I hated it that when he touched certain
places, those places that only my husband should be able to
touch, I felt myself responding. I knew that it was just a
physical response and that I had no control over it. It was like
my body was surrendering to him though and I hated that. What I
hated even more was that, until he got tired of me, he did own
me. 

He pushed me out of his lap and said, "Come on, let's find you
something you can wear. It's a beautiful day out there. We don't
want to spend it cooped up in here."

I wasn't sure. I didn't want to spend the day here with these
horny men. On the other hand, I was terrified of what public
humiliations they had planned for me.

I looked around at the cruel faces that continued to ogle my
naked body and there wasn't a hint of sympathy in any of them.
These guys were all older, around thirty or so I guess. That was
all that I knew about them though. So far I only had names for
three of them, Tom, Rory and John. Before last night I had only
had sex with two guys. I had been with my husband and a previous
boyfriend when I was seventeen. Now the total had increased to
seven over night, and I still didn't know the names of two of
them.

I followed Tom back to his bedroom and he said, "We just need to
find something that you can wear to get you to where we are
going. Once we get there we can find you something more
appropriate."

He reached into closet and pulled out a dress shirt and handed it
to me. I put it on and started to button it up. He stopped me
before I could button anywhere near enough buttons. I looked down
and the shirt's tails just barely covered my pussy in the front.
I doubt if it fully covered my ass. He had made me stop buttoning
it before I had gotten as high as my breasts. It was loose
fitting and the front hung away from my breasts so that anyone
looking from the side could see them.

I was standing there, waiting for him to hand me something else
to wear but he just smiled and said, "Perfect! Let's go."

I gasped in shock. I had resolved not to keep balking at his
orders. I knew that he was always going to win. I could get
arrested going out like this though!

I said, "Tom, wait!"

He stopped and turned around and I saw the look on his face. I
knew I wouldn't get anything else to wear. He was looking forward
to humiliating me. I hesitated for a second and said, "My feet,
can't I at least wear my sandals?"

He looked down and said, "I guess. They're in the living room.
Let's go bitch."

I thought, "I'm not a bitch, you bastard!" I bit my tongue
though. I didn't want to make him feel like he had to prove my
new subhuman status to me.

I stopped on the way out of the bedroom and looked at my
reflection in the mirror. I couldn't believe I was actually going
to leave the apartment looking like this. I turned around and I
saw that nearly an inch of my ass was exposed below the
shirttails. I rushed to catch up with Tom before he felt the need
to exert his authority over me any further and as I entered the
living room again the guys hooted and laughed at my degrading
outfit. I looked around and spotted my sandals under a lamp table
and I slipped them on and then the guys all stood up and we went
outside. 

It was nearly eleven on a bright Saturday morning and there were
people out everywhere. There were guys washing cars and people on
their way to the pool and heading out to go where ever they
normally go on Saturday. Every person we passed stopped what they
were doing and stared at me. The guys all gaped as they caught
flashes of my breasts as the shirt fell open or my ass which was
readily displayed as I went past. The women stared in shock and
disgust. 

This was an apartment complex largely occupied by young singles
and couples who were either living together or had recently
married. I imagine that they saw a lot around here. I had noticed
some pretty skimpy bikinis at the pool yesterday. So it was
pretty obvious from their reaction that I was exposing a whole
hell of a lot of skin. All I could do, though, was blush and keep
my head down and keep walking.

We walked to Tom's car and it was like a clown car the way the
six of us squeezed into his small four passenger car. I found out
the names of the last two of my tormentors when Tom said, "Harry,
you're the smallest. You sit in the middle and John and Steve can
sit on the outside. The bitch can sit in your lap."

Rory, the largest of the five, sat in the passenger seat in front
and recorded the struggle as the three men squeezed into the back
and pulled me in after them. It was impossibly cramped, but they
just laughed about it.

Before the doors were all closed, Harry had my shirt opened and
pulled aside, baring my breasts to the camera and the many people
walking around the parking lot. They all found this incredibly
amusing. I was just horrified.

I had no idea where we were going. I only knew that wherever it
was I was going to hate it and I was going to hate what happened
there. I slumped down a little in Harry's lap to keep my head
from bumping against the roof of the car and as we drove off I
had Harry's hands playing with my breasts and Steve and John both
had their hands on my thighs. They were pulling my legs farther
apart and making it easier for Rory to get some more humiliating
pictures of me.

Tom drove to the an area of town where adult oriented businesses
seemed to congregate and pulled into a parking lot in front of a
place called The Camera Club. He got out and said, "Wait here.
This shouldn't take long."

As soon as he was gone I was turned in my seat so that my back
was against the door and my legs were across the laps of the men
squeezed in the back seat. They pushed my legs apart and played
with my body cruelly and laughed at my reactions. One of them
took one of my nipples into his mouth and after teasing it to
hardness he suddenly bit down cruelly and I screamed and jumped
and tried to pull away. They seemed to think that was hilarious.

When they were no longer amused by that, Harry seemed to be
intent on picking me up by my pubic hair. He reached down and
grabbed a large clump of my pubic hair in his fingers and closed
down and started slowly lifting. I clamped my hands down on his
wrist and held on and screamed in pain and begged him tearfully
to stop.

They laughed and laughed as he kept pulling for several more long
moments. He finally lowered my ass back down and as he took his
hand away they laughed again at the amount of my blonde pubic
hair that remained in his fingers. It had been pulled out by the
roots!

I was crying loudly now and begging them to stop. Rory was
filming it all and laughing at my pain and humiliation.

Tom finally came back out and his friends stopped tormenting me.
I was crying again and as Tom leaned in the window and said,
"Everyone out." I wiped my eyes with the shirt sleeves and cried
out, "Why are you doing this to me?!"

When I was standing beside the car Tom turned me with my back to
the car and lifted my head and said, "We are doing this to you
because it is fun. You are a fucking tease. You led me on at that
party last night and then when I wanted some of your sexy ass you
suddenly had to go home. Well fuck you bitch! You won't be
teasing any one else. Next time a guy wants some of your ass
you're going to give him some. You fucking frigid bitch!"

"I'm not a tease!" I exclaimed. "I didn't lead you on. I danced
with you for Christ's sake! Do you think that every girl that
dances with you is supposed to sleep with you?!"

Tom sneered at me and said, "You did a hell of a lot more than
dance with me bitch. You spent a couple of hours telling me how
lonely you were and how much you missed your husband and waiving
your tits and your ass in my face and making me think that you
wanted to get laid. Then you said, "I have to go now after I
wasted all fucking evening on you!"

I just shook my head in disbelief. It hadn't been like that. I
had not led him on. In fact, I had tried to get rid of him
several times. He would not take a hint. All I could say was, "It
wasn't like that. I didn't lead you on."

He had a look of hatred on his face now and he said, "Bullshit!
You spent hours teasing me and then, when you had had your fun
you just wanted to go home. It's time you learned your lesson
bitch. We're going to teach you, you get some guy hot for you
from now on, you had best put out. You think that damned pussy of
yours is solid fucking gold or something the way you guard it.
It's just pussy bitch, and it's meant to be fucked."

I was just staring at him in shock now. It was beginning to dawn
on me that aside from the fact that he liked to drug and rape
women, there was something wrong with this guy. He seemed to
think that if a woman talked to him and then didn't sleep with
him then he could do anything that he wanted to her and she had
it coming!

He grabbed my arm and started pulling me into the building that
he had just come out of. As we walked he said it again. 
"Remember that bitch. It's just pussy."

He pulled me into The Camera Club and I looked around and saw
pictures of nude and semi-nude women everywhere. There were a
dozen men standing around inside and they all looked up when I
came in. 

As soon as they saw what I was wearing, or nearly wearing, they
became a lot more interested. Tom smiled at them and pulled me
along to an office in the back. He pulled me inside and shut the
door and I found myself looking across a cluttered desk at a
large black man in his mid to late fifties. He looked me over and
said, "Not bad. Lose the shirt."

I glanced at Tom, but he just nodded. So I slowly unbuttoned the
shirt he had given me to wear and let it fall open in front of
me. It no longer covered me, but the black man said impatiently,
"I said lose it girl!" 

He looked at Tom and Tom smiled and said, "She isn't too bright,
and she is new at this. Don't worry, she won't be any trouble."

Then he turned to me and said, "Will you, you stupid cunt?"

I looked down and shook my head and shrugged the shirt down off
of my shoulders and held it in my sweating hands. Tom took it
away and ordered me to turn around slowly.

I obeyed, and as I turned the black man commented on my body.
"She's kind of cute. Her tits are too small and she doesn't have
much of an ass. She has a cute little cunt though. Yeah, I guess
she'll do."

When I had finished turning around he got up and took me back out
into the hall and into a room with racks of clothing. He looked
through some of it and pulled out a handful of clothes and told
me to get dressed.

They stood there and watched as I put on the lacy underwear and
then a pair of thigh high hose with lacy tops that matched the
underwear. I put on the plaid skirt and plain white blouse and a
pair of silly looking saddle shoes and they looked at me
approvingly. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I saw
that they had dressed me like a Catholic schoolgirl!

The man asked me, "Do you know what is going to happen now?"

I shook my head. I didn't know, I wished to god I would never
find out. I just wanted to leave. I knew that whatever it was I
was going to hate it.

He said, "You are going back out front and mix with the customers
for a few minutes. You better be nice to them too. I ain't
kidding bitch. I got some other outfits and some really kinky
studio sets that you would hate a lot more than you are going to
hate this one. So you better figure out how to paste a smile on
your fucking face. You mix with the customers and smile and make
nice and if someone gets fresh, well, that's just too fucking
bad."

"When you have warmed them up a little I am going to take you
down the hall to a private room and you are going to pose for
them while they take lots and lots of pictures. You pose any
fucking way they ask you to pose. When ten minutes have passed, a
bell will ring and you take off your blouse. You pose for ten
more minutes and the bell will ring again. You take off your
skirt. At the next bell you take off your bra, and then your
panties. After that, you pose for twenty minutes in just your
stockings. Any pose that they ask for bitch. I better not get any
complaints. Do you have any questions?"

I was so scared now that I was shaking. In a quivering voice I
asked the only question that I could think of. "What if they want
to touch me?"

He smiled and said, "They can touch you, they just can't have sex
with you. They have to pay extra for that."

I shuddered in fear and revulsion and covered my face with my
hands and started crying again. Tom suddenly snatched me up by my
hair and said, "That's enough of that shit. It's time to start
practicing that smile you teased me with last night bitch."

Tom wiped my eyes with the shirt he was carrying and we started
out of the dressing room. "Wait!" I suddenly said. I had thought
of another question. "What happens to those pictures? Oh god.
What if someone I know sees them. They could end up all over the
internet!"

The black man smiled and said, "Shit happens. Now smile god damn
it!"

I tried. I knew it was more of a grimace than a smile. It didn't
really satisfy them. The black man just glowered at me and said,
"Keep working on it you stupid cunt."

He led me back out into the front room and pushed me towards the
dozen or so men that were milling around looking at the pictures
of naked women on the wall. He then got their attention and said,
"Gentlemen, this is our newest model, Little Kim. This is her
first time. She's a cherry so to speak. Look her over and if you
are interested she will be modeling in a few minutes. Feel free
to ask her any questions."

The men swarmed around me. At first they kept their hands to
themselves. They all looked like a bunch of weirdoes. They ranged
in age from early sixties to one guy that didn't look like he was
eighteen yet. Most of them looked kind of nerdy and it occurred
to me that this was probably the only way some of them ever got
to see a naked woman.

One of them, the one that I assumed was the oldest asked, "How
old are you honey?"

"Twenty-one," I answered in a trembling voice.

"You sound scared," one of them said. "Are you scared?"

I shrugged and said, "It is my first time, I'm pretty nervous."

One of them spotted my wedding ring and asked, "Does your husband
know that you are doing this?"

I blushed even more deeply and shook my head.

One of them asked, "Are you a prostitute?"

I quickly exclaimed, "No!"

He wasn't satisfied though and he asked, "Then what are you doing
here? Do you like taking your clothes off in front of guys you
don't know?"

I didn't know what to say to him. I looked at Tom who was
standing nearby listening and enjoying my discomfort.

Tom spoke up and said, "I brought her here to teach her a lesson
for being such a tease. I hate a fucking tease. She needed to
learn a lesson."

The men around me all seemed to think that was an admirable
goal.

As I stood there surrounded by the geeks several more came in and
after looking at me they went and spoke to the black guy and gave
him money. When he was satisfied that there were enough of them
he said, "Okay gentleman, the show is about to start. Do you all
know the rules?"

Everyone seemed to nod or mutter something quietly under their
breath. Then he came over and took my arm and said, "Okay gents,
if you will follow me."

He pulled me back down the dark hallway to a room that was set up
in one corner like a small classroom and in the other corner like
a small bedroom. In between was a small stage, raised about a
foot off of the floor with a nasty looking fur rug in the middle
of it.

I was led to the class room area and then the black guy stepped
back and said, "Okay gentlemen, when the bell rings your time has
begun."

Then he moved out of the way. I looked around nervously and I
noticed that the walls didn't go all the way to the ceiling. I
also noticed that Rory was standing on something and looking over
the top of the wall and filming us with his fucking movie camera!
The others, Tom, Harry, John and Steve were standing in the back
of the room watching. It was obvious that they were amused, and
it was also obvious that they were getting aroused.

The bell rang and I looked at the fifteen men that were ogling me
and waited for some suggestions. One of them ordered me to sit in
one of the small student desks and they formed a semi circle in
front of me and I was quickly ordered to spread my legs farther
and farther apart. When everyone that wished to had taken a
picture of my panties I was ordered to stand and bend over until
my hands were touching the floor. The short skirt I was wearing
pulled up and I suspect that by the time I was positioned where
they wanted me nearly half of my ass was exposed.

I stayed like that for a few minutes and then I was placed on the
teacher's desk against the front wall. They didn't tell me how to
pose this time though. Two of them sat me up on the desk and
lifted my legs and positioned them with my heels on the edge of
the desk exposing my panties again. It seemed though, that
positioning my legs required a lot of touching and their hands
had slid up over my thighs, raising my skirt as they placed my
legs where they wanted them.

I looked down and I was dismayed that the crotch of the panties
looked like there was a slight darkening along the area over my
pussy, as though I was getting wet. I was sure that wasn't
possible though. I wasn't aroused in the least. I was terrified.

After those customers that cared to had taken the shot, and I
noticed that not everyone was taking pictures thankfully, they
pulled me to my feet and put me back up on the desk on my hands
and knees and made me lean my head down on my arms. They gathered
around and knelt down and took more humiliating pictures. Then
the bell rang.

Two of them lifted me off of the desk and they all watched
eagerly as I unbuttoned and removed the blouse. As I slid it off
I couldn't help being aware of how hard my nipples were and how
obvious it was through this thin, lacy bra.

I heard a lot of comments on the fact that my nipples were big
and hard and could be seen through the lace that covered them. I
returned to posing as they ordered me around. I put my hands
behind my neck and my elbows back and thrust my chest out for a
couple of pictures. Then I clasped my hands behind my back and
thrust my shoulders back. 

One of them stood me beside one of the student desks and reached
down and grabbed my leg and lifted it up and set it on the desk
portion. My skirt slit up and again more pictures were taken. 

I had time for several more photos, each preceded by a groping as
I was placed into lewd and lascivious poses before the bell rang
and I nervously removed the skirt.

Now the older man, the guy who was in his sixties and seemed to
have taken charge, decided to move to the small stage and I was
led over with hands on my ass to the small stage. I was placed on
the fur on the edge of the stage and they moved my body into more
and more poses. 

Things didn't start heating up until the next bell rang and my
bra came off. There was a lot more touching then and as they
moved me around they all took turns squeezing my breasts and
pulling on my nipples. Many of the pictures featured hands
manipulating my breasts or pinching my nipples. 

Then the bell rang again and I was pulled to my feet and two men
saved me the trouble of removing my panties. One of them moved to
each side of me and the rest of the crowd took pictures as they
slowly slid my panties down. 

The pictures got a lot more obscene now. I was placed on my back
and my legs were held wide apart and I was forced to spread my
pussy open for them. There were several pictures taken with fat
fingers all the way inside of me.

I was turned over and placed on my hands and knees and ordered to
pull the cheeks of my ass wide apart and I listened to the
cameras going off behind me. Then I was left in that position for
more poses as hands reached in and defiled my body.

It was horrible and I had never been so degraded in my life. What
made it worse though were the jokes about the moisture that had
begun to seep out of my traitorous pussy.

Those last twenty minutes seemed to last forever. Towards the end
of the allotted time men were posing with me in lewd poses that
simulated sex acts and the crowd was laughing at me and calling
me nasty names. Every part of my body was exposed and
photographed and handled roughly by complete strangers, and it
was all caught on film.

The last bell finally rang and the men slowly put their cameras
down. The black man came back in and I was led outside by Tom and
Steve. The black man spoke with the men inside that had just
spent and hour photographing me and then he opened the door and
pulled me back into the room and tossed me roughly onto the bed
in the far corner of the room. 

Before I realized what was happening two of the men walked up and
as the rest of the men took more pictures the two men pulled
their pants off and got on the bed with me. One of them moved
behind me and as I screamed he forced his cock into my pussy and
held onto my hips and began raping me violently. The other had
taken up a position in front of me and forced his cock into my
mouth. The crowd was loud and raucous as they crowded around and
took more nasty photographs from every angle. 

I struggled at first, but these two large men that were raping me
paid no attention. The one in my mouth came first and after he
filled my mouth with cum he pulled out and held my head up by my
hair so that they could take pictures of my mouth and the load of
cum on my tongue. Then he moved his head down and in a cruel
voice said, "Swallow it bitch. Come on baby, eat that cum, it's
good for you."

I was crying again and you would have thought that someone in
that crowd would have cared. Not a single man showed the
slightest sympathy for me. They all knew that I was here against
my will. Tom had told them that from the very beginning. I guess
the idea that I couldn't say no to them was a big turn on for
them.

Once the man that was fucking me had his orgasm, both men let me
go and got off of the bed. I lowered my head to my arms and
cried, thinking that it was over. What can I say? I'm a natural
blonde.

I felt the bed move again and two more men joined me in the
middle of the bed. The cameras started clicking away again as the
next pair took up where the others had left off. It went on and
on. I don't think that they all raped me. Some of them just took
pictures. But most of them took me on that bed. 

When it was finally over the customers were herded out and Rory
came downstairs and got some close-ups of my cum-covered body.
After he had let the customers out the black man came back in and
dropped his pants and pulled me to my knees in front of him and
forced my sore lips down over his large, black cock. 

He fucked my face violently for a few minutes as Rory got a lot
of close-ups, then he stood me up and bent me over the bed and
fucked my sore, sloppy pussy from behind. His was by far the
largest of the cocks that had raped me this afternoon and I was
already very sore. I cried out as he used his cock on me like a
weapon and when he finally came he pushed me back down on my
knees and forced me to clean his filthy black cock with my
mouth.

He finally let me go and after he put his pants back on he picked
me up by my arm and dragged me to a bathroom and shoved me into a
shower stall. I don't know why he was so violent. It was like he
was punishing me for being a victim!

He reached in and turned on the water and a blast of cold water
sprayed over me. I screamed and tried to scramble out but he just
smiled and held me under the water as cum from a dozen men was
washed from my body. 

The water finally began to get warm and I stopped fighting. I
stood under the spray with my legs spread and let the many loads
of cum drain out of me and wash down the drain. 

The black man watched in amusement the entire time and said, "I
could make a lot of money off of your skinny ass. I'm going to
have to talk to your boyfriend about bringing you back in here
more often.

I groaned in despair at the possibility of having to go through
this again. He saw the despair in my face and said, "I love how
much you hate it. It turns me the fuck on. I may have to set up
some special shows for you. The boys seem to like you a lot."

I finally was clean and he shut the water off and pulled me out,
soaking wet and led me down the hall. Tom and his friends were
waiting out in the front room, along with a growing crowd of
customers. Tom handed me the shirt I had been wearing when I
arrived and I put it on gratefully. It was instantly soaked
through, though, and my breasts and my pubic hair were as much on
display as if I were naked.

The guys were tired of hanging around though. The black man
handed Tom a wad of bills and said, "Pretty good haul for a first
timer, bring her back any time. We could make some real money off
of her ass."

I was pulled outside and we stood around the car for a few
minutes. We didn't leave though. They decided to go and get a
beer in one of the places nearby. We walked to a bar and as we
walked in we had to pass a by a large man at the door screening
customers. He looked at me in my wet shirt and just smiled and
nodded.

We went in and sat down and I had not realized at first that we
were in a strip club. The first clue should have been the
pictures around the entrance. The second might have been the
waitress who was wearing only a pair of black panties. I didn't
fully understand until the loud music started and a woman came
out on stage and began to dance in not much more than a bikini.
The bikini didn't last long though. In a couple of minutes she
was dancing in the nude and I was sickened at the lustful looks
on the faces of the customers and the way they started walking up
to the stage and inserted folded bills into the girls garter,
often with long lingering touches and fingers obviously moving
over her pussy.

She had a phony smile on her face and I had the impression that
she was only barely aware of what she was doing. I don't mean to
imply that she was drugged or something, though she might have
been. It was more like while she was dancing she was thinking
about her car payments or the weather or something.

She did not seem to enjoy her work. The guys didn't seem to care
though. They only cared that she was naked.

The guys I was with sipped their beers. I gulped mine, trying
desperately to get the taste of strange men's cum out of my mouth
and throat. Many of the cocks that had been forced into my mouth
had been crammed down my throat and my throat hurt so much that I
could hardly talk. That wasn't a problem though. I didn't have
anything to say to these guys, and if I had it would have just
amused them. So why bother.

When I had gulped my beer down Tom got up and went to get me
another. I sipped it a little more slowly and the guys kept their
eyes on me, but talked among themselves a little. There wasn't
much conversation though. The music was too loud to talk over
comfortably.

I finished my beer and sat and waited for them to decide how they
wanted to humiliate me next. They finished their beers and Tom
ordered another round for us, paying for them with the money he
had made pimping me out at The Camera Club.

The stripper finally finished her act and the music returned to a
background level and conversation resumed around the table. Tom
asked me how I had enjoyed posing and I just gave him a dirty
look. 

He laughed and then he said, "Your second beer, it had more of
the drug in it. Not as much as last night. You won't be oblivious
this time. It's just going to loosen your ass up a little. The
stuff has a cumulative effect though. So I have to be careful. I
wouldn't want you to turn into a full time slut. I want you to
hate what we are doing to you. If you start liking it then it
won't be nearly as much fun. We have another new experience
planned for you though and I want you to look good on film, just
in case we decide to start sending movies to your husband."

I could feel the drug working already. I felt it tingling all
through my body. My nipples were becoming super sensitive and my
pussy was tingling and I was starting to feel very horny.

I asked him, "What is it? What kind of drug are you giving me?"

He smiled and said, "Nothing you can get from your druggist. It
is a combination of some drugs and some herbs and some male
hormones that all act together to make an uptight cunt like you
get real horny. If I give you a double dose you get like you did
last night. You become a cock crazy slut that will fuck anyone
and love it, but the next day you won't remember a thing. A
single dose though, you just get so horny you can't say no to
anyone, even if you wanted to, and you won't."

"If you took it, a lot of it, over a long period of time it would
start to have a permanent effect. I wouldn't do that to you
though. I want you to keep hating it. Now drink up. It's time to
go. You are feeling it, I can tell."

He was right. In my entire life I had never wanted a cock in me
as much as I did right that moment. Well, except for last night,
judging by the movie they had made me watch. I didn't remember
that though. Yet I was fully aware and still dreading the
humiliation, which had not abated as the horniness increased.

I gulped my beer down and we left the bar. We didn't go to the
car. I was led to a nearby building with only one sign outside. A
large, neon sign that just said 'open' in big red letters was
blinking over the door. We went inside and on the inner door was
another sign that warned that you must be twenty-one to enter and
that you shouldn't enter if you were offended by nudity.

We passed through the inner door and I came to a sudden stop. I
had never seen anything like it. I had never imagined anything
like it. I knew now what this place was. I had heard about them.
It was what was known as an adult book store. Everywhere that I
looked I saw images of naked women in the most obscene poses.
Along the walls I saw rack after rack of sexual devices of all
descriptions. I saw all kinds of things that I had no idea what
they were used for, beyond the fact that they were obviously
sexual in nature.

There were movies and books and magazines everywhere. I was so
shocked by what I saw that at first I didn't even notice the men.
There were probably a dozen men of every possible color and age
and description. Each was moving around checking out the
merchandise. At least that was what they had been doing until I
came in. Now they were all staring at me and my nearly
see-through shirt which was nearly unbuttoned all the way to the
bottom. 

The men all stared at me as I was led inside and we began to move
up and down the aisles stopping to look at obscene pictures. The
guys took great pleasure in pointing out women being fucked by
large groups of men, or being tied up and whipped. They showed me
several magazines about women with women and asked if I had ever
eaten a cunt. I hadn't, of course, and I quickly told them so.

Tom showed me one movie about a woman being gangbanged by
twenty-five black men and said, "I bet you could beat that record
easy."

I shuddered in revulsion, but my nipples were still hard and my
pussy still tingling and if I had the opportunity right at that
moment I believe I would have taken advantage of it. I had become
so horny from that drug that I had to force myself to keep my
hands away from my pussy. I felt like if I could just rub it just
a little I would feel so much better.

We moved over to the racks of clothing. They were the kind of
things that husbands bought to get their wives to look sexy for
Valentines Day or something. The typical male fantasy wear. Most
of it was see-through and some of it was even edible. They looked
through the racks and picked out several articles of clothing. 

Tom called over to the clerk who was watching from the counter,
every bit as eagerly as his customers who had begun to follow us
around. He asked if it would be okay if I tried on a few of the
items and the clerk said, "Sure, anything but the panties. If you
try those on you have to buy them."

Tom grabbed my shirt and pulled it off over my head. Then he
handed me a tiny loose fitting, very thin crop top that had
writing across the front. At first I was grateful for any
covering, until I saw what it said. In big black letters it said,
"Well Fuck Me!!"

I heard the laughter of the men around me and it was obvious that
they approved. Tom left me standing there in the little crop top
and looked through the racks and came up with what was not much
more than a loin cloth. There was an elastic waistband and a
piece of nearly transparent cloth in front and back. There was a
gap down each hip of at least three inches between the pieces of
cloth. The pieces of cloth just barely covered my pussy and my
ass as long as I didn't move. 

The comments were pouring in from the men gathering around and a
lot of them were asking how much. For my part, the drug had
really taken hold of me now and I really wanted this to happen. I
needed a cock in me. If it didn't happen soon I was going to
start begging, and I still had enough self awareness that I
desperately didn't want to do that.

Tom started to pull me over to the counter but as we passed by
all of the sex toys displayed on the wall he stopped and reached
up and pulled down a pair of wide leather wrist restraints joined
by a twelve inch chain and a spiked, black leather collar. We
went to the cash register now and as Tom paid for the clothes and
the other items from my previous earnings, the guys put the
collar and the restraints on me, with the chain running behind my
back. I was then led through a door in the back wall and into a
room about the size of the small living room in my apartment. The
center of the small room was empty but the walls were lined with
ratty old couches and nasty overstuffed chairs.

One major difference between this room and my living room was
that there was a big movie screen in the front of the room
showing a movie. I don't know what the movie was. All I could see
was a large black cock thrusting violently into an equally large
white pussy. The screen was filled by the couple's genitals! The
sounds of sex filled my ears and between the sights and sounds of
obscene sex filling my senses and the drugs I had been given I
was desperate now for someone to fuck me.

I needn't have worried. That was what I was here for. Tom started
it. He pushed my little crop top up over my head and let it fall
down my back and hang over my wrist restraints. He removed my
tiny skirt and wrapped it up with the shirt I had been wearing
earlier and set them aside. Then he pushed me down to my knees
and as I knelt I felt something wet on my knees. It was not until
later that I realized I was kneeling in cold, stale cum.

Tom forced his cock into my mouth and down into my throat in one
violent thrust. The men that had been in the room when we came
in, and the others that had followed us in were gathered around,
ignoring the movie now, and they were all impressed as I let Tom
fuck my face for a few minutes before he pulled me up and bent me
over and fucked my pussy from behind. 

As soon as I felt his cock enter me I screamed and came, loudly
urging him on. He laughed and called me a nasty cunt and as he
fucked me violently Rory took his place in front of me and began
to fuck my face with his much larger cock.

Tom and his four friends all fucked me before they turned me over
to the rest of the men in the room. Rory had returned to filming,
but none of them seemed to care as they lined up to use one of my
orifices. 

I have no idea how long it lasted, but even though my throat and
my pussy got sore, I never wanted them to stop. A few of them
fucked my ass too, but even that was making me cum. In the
beginning, after I had fucked and sucked Tom and his friends,
there were probably close to two dozen men in the room. I had
already fucked a dozen or so men at the photo club. That didn't
matter though. Because of the drugs I couldn't get enough cock
now. 

We were there for hours and men kept coming in from outside and
joining us. I could not begin to guess how many men used my body
that afternoon. I swallowed half of their nasty cum, all of it
that they sprayed in my mouth and throat. The cum that they shot
into my pussy and my ass was running down my thighs in streams.
Just as they were about to cum a lot of the men pulled out to
spray my body with cum and by the time I had reached a point that
they would no longer touch me I was nearly covered in it. My hair
was completely caked with it.

I don't know if the drug was finally wearing off or if I had
finally gotten enough cock, but by the time they ordered me out
of that room I was ready for it to be over. The pain had begun to
take over now and I could hardly walk. I was led out of the room
naked, but I was so covered in cum that no one would touch me. 

Tom led me to the men's room and the men inside looked up and
laughed as I came in. I thought I had hit rock bottom. I was
wrong. Tom ordered me to lie down in the large aluminum trough
that was the urinal. It was about eight feet long and there was a
stream of water running through the center of it. It smelled of
piss and it was really gross. 

I looked up at Tom and shook my head and started to back up, even
though there was no place that I could go. My hands were still
fastened behind my back. I couldn't even open the men's room
door.

Tom said, "I warned you. Don't piss me off cunt. I am not going
to tell you again. If I have to dirty my hands by picking you up
and throwing you in there, trust me, you'll regret it."

I was crying again now. I was crying so hard that I could hardly
see. I could see that Rory was filming again though.

 I slowly approached the trough and I raised one leg and put it
inside and into the cold water. Then I tried to figure out what
to do next. I finally leaned down, resting the edge of the
filthy, piss covered trough between my breasts and rolled
clumsily into the trough. Once I was lying there, men started
coming over and pissing on me, washing the cum from my hair and
face and then the rest of my body. 

In addition to being pissed on I was laughed at and called
horrible names and some of them even spit on me. All I could do
was lie there and sob hysterically. 

They left me there for a long time. Men came in and pissed on me
and then stood around to watch while more men came in and took
their turns. Eventually the cum was washed away, but now I was
covered in piss. I couldn't believe he would want to take me
anywhere now, not like this!

When he had gotten bored with this, Tom offered a free blowjob to
anyone brave enough to help me up. There were no takers though
and so Tom ordered me to get out on my own. I struggled, with a
great deal of difficulty, to get to my knees and then I finally
stepped out of the trough. I nearly slipped and fell on the slick
floor, but I managed to keep my feet and Tom ordered me to stay
where I was.

Tom went out and came back a few minutes later and ordered me to
follow him. I was led out through a back door and he turned on a
faucet and hosed me down with cold water. He even used it to
spray cold water up inside of me and then they all laughed at the
huge volume of cum that was inside of me as they watched it wash
out of me and collect on the ground.

When he was finished my hair was still stiff with cum, but I was
as clean as I was going to get without hot water and soap. He
stopped on the way back through the bookstore and bought me
another crop top. But he didn't put it on me. He put his dress
shirt back over my shoulders and buttoned it just enough to keep
it on. Then we went to the car.

The guys in the back seat were not as anxious to have me sit in
their laps now, and no one tormented my abused body as we drove
back to Tom's apartment.

When we got there I was led through the parking lot again and my
appearance drew a lot more attention from the other tenants. I
was taken straight to the bathroom and Tom pushed me into the
shower and turned on the water. It came out cold at first and I
screamed, but I no longer struggled. I was broken now. 

He turned me around and unfastened my wrist cuffs and dropped
those and my slutty crop top to the floor of the shower and
ordered me to clean up and to clean off the top and the cuffs as
well. Then he left me alone.

I leaned my head against the wall of the shower and cried
hysterically for a long time before I finally pulled myself
together and began to soap up and wash my hair and my body. I
noticed that despite all of the sperm that had drained out of me
while I was being hosed off earlier, more of it had begun
draining out of my abused pussy.

I shuddered in revulsion as I thought about all of the cocks that
had emptied their loads inside of me today. I didn't even have
any idea how many there had been. I knew that there were at least
fifty men in the two places that they had taken me. Yesterday at
this time I had been intimate with two men. Now the number was
over fifty, and unknowable. My body hurt all over and I knew it
wasn't over yet.

The water was cold when I finally shut the shower off and stepped
out onto the mat and dried off. I brushed my teeth with my finger
and some of Tom's toothpaste again, but even after I had done it
three times I could still taste the cum, I could still feel it
coating my mouth where I couldn't reach with my finger.

Finally I wrung out the crop top that was on the floor of the
shower and hung the cuffs over the shower curtain and went out. I
shuffled slowly out to the living room and I was relieved to see
that only Tom and Rory remained. I hoped that I had seen the last
of the others, but these two were undoubtedly the worst of the
bunch.

Tom looked up when I came in and said, "Damn bitch! I was
beginning to think you had drowned." 

I didn't respond. No response was necessary. I stood just inside
the room and waited for him to tell me what to do.

He looked me over and said, "Come over here and sit down. We're
going to watch a movie."

I sat between him and Rory on the couch and they started the DVD
in the player. I wasn't even surprised when the screen came to
life and I saw myself being photographed by a large group of men.
They did a lot of fast forwarding to get to the good parts and
Tom promised me that he would see that I got a good, edited copy
later. 

I watched as I posed in fewer and fewer clothes, though they fast
forwarded through most of that. We watched most of the last part,
where I took on almost all of the men two at a time on the bed
and then had sex with the black man that ran the place.

It was awful, but it wasn't as bad as the next part. I saw the
difference in me as we moved to the adult book store. I could
tell that I had been drugged. I hadn't blanked out like I had
last night, but it was all a big blur until we watched the DVD
and it all came flooding back. I was once more an eager
participant in my own rape. Right up until the very end. I
watched as the men took me two at a time again. Mostly they were
ugly old men of every description, every race, and every type.
They were not making love of course, just fucking. Actually, it
was more like they used me to masturbate with. The main goal did
not seem to be to have an orgasm so much as it was to degrade
me.

I tried to cover my eyes when they took my cum-covered body into
the men's room. It was just too disgusting to watch. They made me
watch though. They forced me to watch as I crawled into that long
urinal and the men began stepping up and they gleefully washed
the coating of cum from my body with urine. I watched as my hair
and face were frequently singled out by one ugly old man after
another and sometimes several at once and they laughed and joked
among themselves as they sprayed their streams of urine in my
face. 

Others seemed to concentrate on my breasts or my vagina and often
there were as many as a half a dozen men pissing on me at the
same time. It all came back to me now as I was forced to watch. 

Then, of course, there was the final indignity as I crawled from
the urinal and went outside to be hosed down, and out. As the DVD
came to an end, Tom and Rory both stood up and pulled their pants
down and I was ordered to suck them both off one last time.

I dropped to my knees and moved between Tom's legs and he smiled
at me and said, "You have really drained me today cunt. I think I
can get off one more time though, if you really work at it. So
get to work."

My jaw was already so tired and sore, but I knew that if I
protested he would make me regret it. So I forced my mouth open
and slid my lips down over is cock, all the way to the base. 

He sighed and said, "Damn that feels so fucking good. I love
cunts that can deepthroat. That's good baby, suck that thing. Get
your protein darlin'." 

I worked his cock with my lips and my tongue and teased his balls
with my fingers and after a very long time I finally felt him
tense up and I buried my face in his crotch and let him shoot his
cum down my throat.

When he pushed me away I moved over to Rory and I almost cried.
His big cock was only semi hard and I was so exhausted. I crawled
between his legs and began kissing and licking his balls and then
his cock and it began to twitch and grow. When it was nearly hard
I began moving my lips down its slimy length, struggling to take
him into my throat. Except for the black man at The Camera Club
his cock was larger than any of the others that I had been raped
with. It was very hard to take it into my throat. I no longer
gagged, but it was so painful.

I finally managed to get his cock hard and take it into my throat
and I started working on it just like I had for Tom when I sucked
him off. As I sucked him he reached down and grabbed one of my
nipples and then he sat back and pulled and squeezed my nipple,
very, very hard. I groaned in pain and he turned to Tom and said,
"I love the way her fucking throat vibrates my cock when she is
moaning in pain. That really gets me off." It may have really
gotten him off, but not in a hurry. It took a long, long time.

When I had brought them both to one last orgasm for the day I was
finally allowed to put on the outfit that Tom had bought for me
and go home. I was ordered to return tomorrow at ten in the
morning. 

I put on the loin cloth skirt and the second top that Tom had
bought on the way out of the book store. I looked down and saw
that it too had writing on it. In big black letters it said, "I
Put Out!"

I slipped my sandals on and grabbed my purse. Tom ordered me to
wear what I was wearing now when I came back tomorrow. I rushed
out before anything else could happen to me and I thought about
heading over to the pool to look for my shorts and my top, but I
could see people hanging around the pool and I couldn't face
anyone in the clothes that I had on now.

I hurried to my car and drove straight home. I parked in my usual
place and looked around. It was Saturday. It was late in the
afternoon and there were people all over the place. They were
sitting around talking or washing their cars or just coming and
going, just like always. I waited until there were as few people
as possible between me and the steps up to the second story where
my apartment was located. Then I got out and rushed to the stairs
with my eyes down. I was terrified of meeting the gaze of someone
that I knew in this slutty outfit. 

So of course, just my luck, as I was about to reach my door the
two bachelors in the apartment next to mine came out of their
apartment and started towards me. They spotted my tiny, slit
skirt and came to a sudden halt. I ignored them and fumbled with
my key in the lock, giving them time to read the printing on my
crop top, which was cut so short that the bottom curve of my
breasts was exposed. 

We knew each other to say hello to, but we weren't friends or
anything. One of them said, "Hi Kim. I love your outfit!"

I mumbled a thank you and hurried inside and locked my door and
then I stood with my back against the door and slid to the floor
and cried my eyes out. 

I woke up an hour later, curled up in the fetal position on the
floor in front of my door. As soon as I woke up the memories of
my day flooded over me. I struggled to my feet and went to the
kitchen and pulled out the only bottle of booze we had in the
house. It was a bottle of rum that had been under a cabinet,
unopened, since we got married. I opened the bottle and mixed it
with a little coke in a large glass and gulped it down.

My stomach warmed up and my brain calmed down a little and I went
into my bedroom and undressed and took a long hot bath. I
struggled not to think about what had been done to me in the last
twenty-four hours. Every time I started to relax though, my mind
was again filled with those horrible images and I found myself
sinking deeper and deeper into despair. I did not think that I
could possibly force myself to return to Tom's apartment tomorrow
for more of this horrible, degrading, humiliating abuse. Every
time my mind returned to what happened I started crying again. 

I sat in the tub until the water was uncomfortably cool and then
I stood up and rinsed off. I put my robe on and went out and
poured another large rum and coke. I don't particularly care for
rum and coke, but it was all that I had available, and I didn't
want to go out. I didn't want to go out ever again.

I wanted Brian to come home and save me. Yet I was terrified that
he would find out what I had done. Or what had been done to me. I
knew that if he saw those DVDs my marriage was over. If anyone
saw them, anyone that I knew, I could never face them again. I
thought about getting out the pistol that Brian had left for me
for emergencies and killing Tom and his four friends. If I did
though, then it would all come out. I would still lose
everything. 

I realized that I had to return tomorrow. I had no choice but to
put myself back in Tom's clutches and do whatever he ordered me
to do for his amusement. It was the only possible way to protect
the life that I had built for myself. I could only pray that Tom
would feel that he had tormented me enough, because I could not
take much more of this without losing it. If it wasn't already
too late, I was a little worried about my mental health at this
very moment. I couldn't stop crying, and I couldn't stop reliving
the worst of the acts that I had lived through today. 

I finished my second large drink and when I stood up to go to the
kitchen, I was woozy and I realized that the only thing that I
had in my stomach today, was a few beers, two large rum and
cokes, and god knows how much cum. I couldn't stand the thought
of food though. So I put my glass in the sink and went to my
bedroom and crawled under the covers and cried myself to sleep.

It had still been light when I went to sleep, probably around six
in the evening. I didn't wake up until almost eight the next
morning. I had an awful headache when I woke up. I struggled to
the bathroom and took a shower and then I brushed my teeth over
and over.

I put my robe on, I couldn't bring myself to wear the items that
I was going to have to wear when I left the house, and I went to
the kitchen and had some cold cereal and juice. I rinsed my
dishes out and brushed my teeth again. I put on some lipstick and
brushed my hair and finally I forced myself to get dressed.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I noticed that from the
side, when I moved, the cheeks of my ass were largely exposed as
the rear flap slid to the side with each step. I knew it was
revealing when I had worn it yesterday but I had no idea just how
revealing it was. 

The top was just about as bad. Putting aside the horrible writing
on the front, the material was so thin that my nipples were
plainly visible, and it was cut so that the bottom curve of my
breast was visible from just a fraction of an inch below my
nipple. To make matters worse, as I moved around the top would
creep up. I had to keep adjusting it, pulling it down over my
nipples. All of that capped off by the big lettering over my
breasts. "I Put Out!"

I watched the clock and at the last possible minute I headed for
the door. I thought about yesterday and I ran back and put my
toothbrush and toothpaste in my purse and took them with me.

I opened my door and stepped out and as I locked my front door I
tried not to think about all the people that were stopping what
they were doing to watch me. I hurried to my car, conscious of
how much of my butt was exposed by every step that I took. I
forced myself not to cry as I drove to Tom's apartment. I parked
as close to his door as I could and then I stared at the clock. I
had nearly five minutes before I had to knock on his door. I sat
there in my car until the last possible second. 

I got out and knocked on his door at exactly ten o'clock. Steve
let me in. Tom was in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee and
Rory and Steve were in the living room watching the DVDs again.

I didn't look at the TV, but I heard the sounds of me being
raped, and apparently loving it. I saw that all of them had
hardons and I had a good idea how I would be spending my morning.
I was grateful that Harry and John weren't there, at least not
yet. 

Tom came back into the living room and ordered me to strip. That
didn't take long. When I was naked he said, "You have some
morning wood to take care of cunt." Then he set his coffee cup
down and pulled his shorts down and beckoned me closer with his
finger.

I had already surrendered. There was no fight in me or I wouldn't
have been here. My body had recovered to a surprising degree from
the abuse I had suffered yesterday. My throat was still a little
sore, but nothing I couldn't deal with. I knelt between his legs
and began sucking his cock. I had a hard time taking it into my
throat at first, but after a moment or two I managed to force it
down again and once I had broken that barrier again it became
easier. It was certainly not pleasant, but I could do it. 

Once I had gotten started he ignored me and watched my rape on
the TV. They were watching the first DVD again. It was the first
night, when I had been drugged and raped, the night that I didn't
remember. The sounds of my passionate moans and my pleas to be
fucked harder and for more cock really turned them on, and they
added so much to my humiliation. I already knew how much they
loved to humiliate me. 

The noises in the background were disturbing and disgusting, but
it got the guys off quickly. I was grateful for that. I didn't so
much appreciate what happened next. I was told to put my slutty
crop top back on and then Tom handed me the bottoms to the bikini
that I had left in his apartment when I went home last night.
They had been altered though. He had removed the liner.

I slipped into it and looked down. It had been a fairly
respectable garment with the liner in it. Now it was just as
slutty as the crop top. To make it worse he snugged it up very
tight and it started working itself into my slit. It was opaque
when it was dry. I could make out the individual strands of pubic
hair as the thin material was pulled tight. I knew what was going
to happen when I went in the water though. This tiny little
bikini bottom was going to become invisible, and there was no
question in my mind that that was exactly what he had in mind.

Tom grabbed a cloth bag with some suntan lotion and a few beers
and we walked out to the pool. The apartment complex had several
pools. One was primarily for small children, one was for anyone
that chose to use it, and the third was for adults. Not that they
permitted nudity or anything. They just asked that children not
use that one. I don't guess that needs explaining.

We walked over to the adult pool and I was told to sit in a
lounge chair slightly separated from them. I was also told that I
had to go into the water every half hour, and that when I came
out I had to find someone to apply suntan lotion, front and back.
I was also told that I was not to refuse anyone anything. If I
was invited to leave the pool area I was to go, but not for
longer than fifteen minutes at a time.

I looked around. I was already attracting attention. There were a
few young couples, but most of the people sitting around were
small clusters of single men, and the occasional woman, or women
in pairs for self defense.

Tom handed me a bottle of lotion and a beer and told me to drink
it, and then to go swimming for a few minutes. Then he and Rory
and Steve went to some nearby lounge chairs. They were close
enough to listen in on any conversations I might have.

I set the lotion down and got as comfortable as possible. I
sipped my beer and tried not to think about what I was about to
have to do. I knew what would happen to the crop top and the
bikini bottom as soon as I got in the pool. I could see it now.
When I got out of that pool I might as well be naked. There was
going to be nothing subtle about it.

I took as much time with the beer as I thought that I could get
away with. Then I stood up and went to the pool steps and slowly
walked into the cool water. I heard the comments some of the guys
made as I went by. You know what I mean, the kind of sexist,
demeaning things that immature guys say in that purposefully too
loud voice when a sexy woman goes by.

I just ignored them and walked into the pool until the water was
up to my neck. I leaned up against the side of the pool and
enjoyed the cool water on my skin for a few minutes. I was
dreading what came next though. 

I glanced over at Tom from time to time and saw him watching me
and grinning. He got tired of waiting before I did and he nodded
at me. I slowly walked back to the shallow end and climbed the
three cement steps and stepped out onto the deck. I glanced down
quickly and saw that it was just as bad as I had feared that it
would be. I might just as well have been naked.

I walked quickly back to my seat and tried to ignore the
disbelieving stares as I passed by the people seated beside the
pool. This time there were no remarks. All conversation stopped.
I could only be grateful for the dark sunglasses I had on. They
were all that I had to hide behind.

After I passed I heard the loud buzz of excited conversation
among the guys. I ignored them and walked back to my chair as if
I were not naked and sat down. It was only seconds before one of
the braver young men came over and tried to start a conversation
with me, and I had to let him. 

He introduced himself and told me how much he loved my outfit. I
thanked him, and then I remembered what else I had to do. I asked
him if he would mind putting some suntan lotion on me and he
didn't seem to mind at all, if you can believe that. 

I handed him the bottle of lotion and lowered the back of my
lounge chair and closed my eyes and tried to make believe that a
complete stranger did not have free access to my nearly naked
body.

As he was opening the lotion bottle he said, "That's a fantastic
shirt you have on. Is it true?"

I looked down to the large black letters. "I Put Out?" I also
noticed my stiff and very visible nipples. I knew that Tom was
listening and I said, "Yes, it's true."

This guy was working fast. He hadn't even put any lotion on me
yet. He looked down and said, "I'm pretty horny. How would you
like to come to my apartment and put out?"

I smiled nervously and said, "Okay, but I need to be back in
fifteen minutes." I took the lotion from him and put it down and
I sat up. He helped me stand up and waived at his friends that
were staring in disbelief. As he led me off I thought, "Oh well,
at least he isn't fat, old and ugly like most of the men that
raped me yesterday." In fact, he was kind of cute. He seemed
awfully young. I doubt if he was any older than eighteen. I
figured that would work to my benefit. This would probably go
pretty quickly.

As soon as we left the pool area he put his arm around my
shoulder, but it quickly slipped down to my waist and then down
farther until his hand was resting on the cheek of my ass. When I
didn't say anything he began to squeeze it lightly and he told me
all the way to his apartment how hot he thought that I was.

We never got more than ten feet into his apartment. As soon as we
got to the apartment he was sharing with two other kids from the
nearby college he lifted my top and attacked my breasts clumsily.
He was rough and obviously didn't know what he was doing.

After mauling my breasts for several minutes he pushed my bikini
bottoms down and turned me around and bent me over an easy chair
and then I felt him struggling to find the entrance to my vagina.
He was poking me blindly with his hard cock and it was getting
pretty painful. Finally I reached down and took him in hand and
guided his hard cock to my vagina before it ended up in my butt.

As soon as he felt my pussy close round his hard cock he swore
loudly and began pistoning in and out of me like a stray dog. I
don't think he lasted a whole minute, thankfully. He just
basically used me to masturbate. I was even more convinced now
that he had been a virgin. He had managed, finally, to put his
cock inside a woman, but I don't think you could call what he did
sex. I think that after he came in me and pulled out quickly he
was still, technically a virgin. That just was not sex.

I used a couple of tissues from a nearby box to wipe myself off
and as I pulled my bottoms back up he asked, "It doesn't seem
like you are really into this. Why are you doing it?"

Like I could have gotten into what he had just done to me! I
wasn't sure what to say to him. I couldn't tell him that I was
being blackmailed. Finally I just said that I had lost a bet and
I tried to evade the rest of his questions.

Before we left his apartment he asked, "So you have to have sex
with anyone that asks you?"

I hesitated. I didn't want this getting any more out of hand than
it already was. I ended up nodding and he grinned and said, "Hot
damn! That's fucking far out!" 

Far out?! Nobody says that anymore! As we walked back to the pool
I asked, "Do you still want to put lotion on me?"

He said, "Shit yeah!"

College kids and their rapidly expanding vocabulary!

He followed me to my chair and I stretched out on my stomach and
let him cover my back with lotion. When he was done he said,
"Okay, now turn over."

I glanced at Tom and he was grinning. This was, after all, what
he had in mind, humiliating me.

I turned over, carefully, making sure that my top covered my
nipples. The guy started spreading lotion on my stomach, but
quickly worked his way up under my top and rubbed it into my
tits, after first making sure that his friends, who were sitting
nearby, were watching.

When he had my tits all greased up he moved down and eased his
fingers under my bottoms and wasted all of that oil on areas that
were not exposed to the sun. He enjoyed it though and his friends
thought it was hot.

He was sitting on the edge of my lounge chair as he applied the
lotion and when he was finished he said, "Thanks for the fuck,"
and went back to his friends. I heard them talking excitedly and
I knew that it wouldn't be long before I ended up fucking all of
them.

I was right. Before I even had time to get up and go to the pool
and rinse off, another of that small group of college kids came
over and looked down at me. He read the writing on my top and
asked, "Is it true? Ted says you'll fuck anyone that asks."

I glanced up at him, then over at Ted, he had never told me his
name, not that it mattered. Ted and six other guys were watching
excitedly as I turned back to my latest suitor and responded,
"Yes, it's true."

He grinned and said, "I'm asking."

I sat up and slipped my sandals back on and stood up and we
walked away as everyone around the pool stared. I guess it was
obvious what I was doing, or what they were doing to me.

We went to a different apartment this time, but still I got no
farther than the living room. We stepped inside and he said, "Get
undressed," and he slipped his trunks off.

He sat down on the couch and spread his legs and I knew what he
wanted without being told. I knelt between his legs and sucked
him off. He didn't last much longer than Ted had, which was good
for me, but he had the most bitter cum that I had ever tasted. I
had been raped enough lately that I had gotten used to the
unpleasant taste of cum. I didn't gag anymore. Not until I tasted
this guy's cum. It was horrible. 

I finally managed to swallow it and I stood up and started
getting dressed again when the door opened and a half a dozen
young guys swarmed in. They had apparently discussed the
situation out by the pool and decided that there was no need to
do this one kid at a time.

I wasn't going to be back at the pool in fifteen minutes, but
there was no way that these guys were taking no for an answer
now. No one asked this time. They just got out of their trunks as
quickly as possible and I found myself on my knees in the middle
of the room with one cock in my pussy and another in my mouth for
the next few minutes. 

It was just drudgery. None of them lasted long enough to get me
excited, even if I could have under the circumstances. They
laughed and joked, all at my expense, as I serviced them. There
was no foreplay, hardly any touching. They pretty much ignored my
breasts and just filled which ever hole was vacant after one of
the young men in front of them had cum. It actually wasn't much
more than fifteen minutes before I was on my way back to the
pool. I had provided relief to all eight of them now and it had
been disgusting and degrading, but after yesterday it wasn't so
bad. I knew that it wasn't over though.

When I got back to my chair Tom pointed at his watch and gave me
a dirty look. I shrugged and held up seven fingers. Then I
started to sit down. He shook his head and I knew that he wanted
me wet again. 

There were a lot more people here now. Most of the lounge chairs
were in use. I attracted a lot of attention again as I walked to
the pool in my slutty outfit and hurried into the water. 

Once in the water I rested my arms on the sides of the pool and
enjoyed the cooling water. I tried not to think about what was
going to happen when I got out. While I was relaxing a couple of
black guys came up and took up positions on either side of me.
They looked like they, too, were college kids. One of them smiled
and said, "I couldn't help but noticed your shirt as you walked
by. It takes a lot of balls to wear that thing around here. Where
did you get it?"

I said, "A friend bought it for me and asked me to wear it."

The kid smiled and said, "Do you just put out for your friend, or
can anyone play?"

"Oh god!" I thought. "It's never easy."

I finally said, "I can get away for fifteen minutes if you have
somewhere close by to go."

He looked at his friend with a huge grin and said, "We're sharing
that apartment right over there on the corner. Is that close
enough?"

I nodded and he said, "Let's go."

I followed him back out of the pool and across the deck and I
felt everyone there watching me as I left the pool with two black
guys and let them take me to their apartment. Once we had left
the pool area they had their hands all over me. The one that had
done all of the talking said, "Shit mama! You're just about
fucking naked! Did you know your fucking clothes were invisible
when they get wet?"

I nodded. 

He said, "Shit, you must be a real slut, ain't you?"

I sighed in resignation and said, "I am now."

He said, "I got just what you need baby. Me and Nathan are going
to give you all the cock you need baby. And if that ain't enough,
I got lots of friends."

I said, "I have to be back at the pool in fifteen minutes."

He said, "Yeah, well, we'll see."

I stopped and said, "No. I mean it. I have to."

He looked at me funny and said, "What's the big deal?"

I gave him a version of the story I had told the first kid. "I am
doing this because I lost a bet. I have to follow some rules. I
have to go with you to your room if you ask me, but I have to be
back at the pool in fifteen minutes. Otherwise I'm in trouble. If
I am going to get in trouble anyway, I might as well get in
trouble for not fucking you as for fucking you."

He said, "Well fuck, let's hurry up then."

We went into his apartment and just before he started to close
the door I looked up and noticed that I could see the pool quite
well from here and I could easily see that more than a few people
were watching in amazement as I followed him inside.

He ordered me into the middle of the living room. I guess nobody
around here fucks in a bed! I noticed that he didn't close the
door all the way. I didn't say anything though. What would be the
point at this stage of the game? 

I followed his instructions and took my two slutty little
garments off and dropped to my hands and knees and they quickly
dropped their trunks and one of them took my mouth and the other
my pussy. This seemed to be just about the only way that I had
sex anymore.

I noticed that the stereotype wasn't always true. Both of their
cocks were of average dimensions. The one in my mouth came pretty
quickly. The other one though, the one that had done all of the
talking, he took his time and used his hands and as much as I
struggled not to, I found myself getting aroused. Just before he
came he started slapping my ass and calling me dirty names and I
don't know what came over me but when he finally grabbed my hips
and plunged into me rapidly those last few times it drove me
right over the edge and I came loudly.

I groaned and rested my head on my arms as he stayed buried
inside of me as his cock went soft. He finally pulled out of me
and I rose to my knees and looked around for my clothes. I
suddenly realized that there were a half a dozen teenagers, boys
and girls, standing at the open door staring in disbelief. I
hurriedly got to my feet and ran from the room as the two guys
that had just used me laughed.

I used the toilet and then wiped myself clean and put my slut
suit back on. They were waiting for me by the door and as we
walked back to the pool together I asked them if one of them
would mind putting more oil on me. They were, of course, more
than willing.

I glanced at Tom as I resumed my seat. I didn't have the nerve to
look around at anyone else. As soon as I had reclined the guy
that had done all of the talking picked up the oil and started
greasing my back. His hands, like those of everyone else that has
been asked to oil me up, spent as much time under my clothes as
on my exposed skin. It got worse when I turned over. He poured a
bunch of oil on my stomach and as he worked it into my skin he
kept pushing my already very revealing top up and off of my
breasts. I tried several times to pull it back down and I asked
him to stop, but he just kept moving his large black hands over
my breasts and ignored my protests. 

After he was through tormenting me he tossed the oil to his
friend who started at my ankles and worked his way up my legs
until his long, black fingers were under my bikini bottom. I
glanced around and I could see that there were probably a dozen
people sitting around staring intently as these two young men
felt me up and exposed my breasts for their viewing pleasure.

He finally handed me the oil and thanked me for a good time and
he and his friend went back to their chairs. He was the only one
of the thirteen people that I had had sex with this morning that
had at least been polite. 

As soon as I had that thought I thought, "Oh my god! Thirteen
more men! How many more would I have to submit to today?"

I knew that it was time to get back in the pool and get wet so
that I would have to parade across the pool deck with my breasts
and my pussy and my ass exposed in my slutty outfit once more. I
just needed to rest a few minutes first. It was only a quarter to
one in the afternoon and I was exhausted.

I was also thirsty. I hadn't had a drink since the beer they gave
me when I first came out here. I was hot and thirsty and I had
the taste of cum in mouth. I was just about to ask Tom if I could
get a drink when he wagged his finger at me and called me over. 

As I approached he reached into his bag and handed me his keys
and said, "Go in and get us each a beer. Then you can start again
once you drink yours. See, I'm always thinking of your well
being."

I didn't say what I was thinking about that.

I walked to Tom's apartment and got four beers. I paused for a
minute and leaned against the refrigerator and took a few deep
breaths. I had to fight back the tears so that I could go back
out there. I didn't dare dawdle too long though. It wouldn't do
to give Tom another reason to torment me.

I took the three guys their beers and then I returned to my seat
and sipped mine. I wanted to gulp it, but I knew that when I
finished it I would have to get back in the pool. I took big sips
and I used each sip to cleanse the taste of cum from my mouth. I
was half way through my beer before I could no longer taste the
cum.

I was nearly done with my beer when a man came over and, without
even asking, he sat on the side of my lounge chair. He was older
than most of the guys around here. I would guess that he was in
his mid forties at least. 

He smiled at me and said, "I've been watching you. You're
fascinating. You are young and beautiful and sexy and you are
fucking anyone that asks you. You don't seem to be enjoying
yourself though. I'm very curious."

I told him the same story that I had told the others and he said,
"I remain skeptical, but I find the prospect of fucking you
irresistible. Would you care to join me in my apartment?"

I told him that I would go with him, but that I had to be back in
fifteen minutes. He said that was a shame, he would really like
to spend a little quality time with me. 

I just told him that those were the rules I had been given and he
stood up and held out his hand. I took his hand and he helped me
up and we headed for his apartment. 

Unlike all the men that had gone before him this morning, he took
me to his bed room and undressed me. He looked at my body with a
look of awe. He was sweet and gentle and he lay beside me on the
bed and teased my body and by the time he moved his body over me
I was actually getting turned on.

This was the first time I had been made love to since Brian left
and even though I was doing this against my will, I found myself
really enjoying it. Maybe it was because he wasn't just bending
me over and taking me as though I were nothing but a life support
system for a vagina. His hands explored my body, teasing me and
turning me on. He actually kissed me, despite seeing me leave the
pool with all of those men! 

He was very good at this and much to my surprise I found myself
building to an orgasm and before he came I had a very nice
orgasm. I tried not to show it. It was pretty embarrassing. He
knew though. After he came he supported himself over me and
smiled down at me and said, "That was nice. You don't seem like
the kind of girl that would do this sort of thing, even on a bet.
Is there something that you aren't telling me? If you are in some
kind of trouble I might be able to help."

I smiled at him. It was nice of him to ask. I knew there was
nothing anyone could do though. I just had to get through this
somehow. I thanked him for his concern and told him that I
appreciated his offer and that I was touched by his concern. I
didn't say anything else though. I didn't think that there was
anything anyone could do. My major concern now was that those
DVDs they had made of me not be seen by anyone.

He finally pulled his soft cock out of me and I went to the
bathroom and cleaned up quickly. I came back in and put my slut
suit back on and thanked him for being nice and then we went back
out to the pool. He walked me to my seat and I was just about to
sit down when I saw Tom and his two friends stand up and he
nodded his head at me and I went over to see what he wanted. He
said, "That's enough fun for one morning. Let's go."

We went back to his apartment and for the next forty minutes or
so I helped all three of them take a shower. I stayed in the
shower and they all came in with me one at a time and I soaped
them up and rinsed them off. Then I was allowed to clean myself
up.

When I got out they were dressed and I put on my loincloth and
the first top that he had bought for me. It was that thin little
crop top that said, "Well Fuck Me!!"

Just before we left the apartment Tom put the cuffs back on my
wrists. I was getting a very bad feeling about this. What had
happened yesterday had been horrible beyond belief. I had hoped,
though, that it had been an aberration. That at least I would
just be raped and humiliated occasionally and then allowed to go
home. Obviously the games were not over. 

We went out to Tom's car and this time I sat in the front
passenger seat. Tom started the car and then, just before he
backed out of his parking space he reached over and lifted my
crop top up over my breasts. 

Once more I was thankful for my dark glasses to hide behind. As
silly as that sounds, it actually helped that everyone who saw me
riding virtually topless could not see my eyes. And a lot of
people saw me riding topless. Tom drove slowly through town to a
small restaurant by the river and along the way dozens of
pedestrians and people in other vehicles saw me sitting there
with my breasts exposed.

Tom parked by the restaurant and went around and opened the door
for me and not until he had helped me stand did he pull my top
back down over my breasts. We went in and through the restaurant
and onto the back deck which was right up against the river. It
was a beautiful afternoon, but a little breezy by the water and
as we walked through the crowd to an empty table my loincloth was
blowing around briskly, leaving me, for the most part, totally
exposed and everyone we passed stopped talking and gaped at me.
There was nothing that I could do about it though. My hands were
still cuffed behind me. I'm sure that was a topic of conversation
too. I was willing to bet that I was the only person in the place
wearing leather wrist cuffs.

It was getting worse though. As we walked through to our table I
felt my top creeping up and when we sat down I saw that the
bottom half of my nipples was now exposed. As I sat down the
little flap of cloth that nominally covered my pubic area slid up
and then blew to the side and I was totally exposed below the
waist. I begged Tom to take the cuffs off, or at least straighten
my clothes out, but he just grinned and said, "You stupid cunt,
if I wanted you covered up you wouldn't be wearing that slutty
outfit!"

I could see that everyone on the deck was staring at me now. Only
the ones closest to us could still see my exposed pussy. What was
I thinking! Was I actually relieved that "only" a dozen people
could see my pussy! 

Everyone, though, could see that I was wearing wrist restraints
and that the bottom half of my nipples were exposed. I sat as
still as possible and breathed slowly to keep my top from
slipping up any farther. I was hoping fervently that our waitress
would show up and I would be asked to cover myself.

No such luck. We didn't have a waitress, we had a young waiter
who enjoyed my display as much as the other customers and only
smiled at me and grew a tent in the front of his pants as he took
the lunch orders of Tom and his two friends. When the others had
ordered the waiter looked at me and I looked at Tom and said, "I
can't eat like this!"

He said, "Order, when your food comes I'll take them off."

I hadn't been hungry. It is hard to work up an appetite when you
are being degraded. The smell of the food was getting to me
though. So I ordered a sandwich and a diet coke.

I heard the other customers around us beginning to talk again. I
had a feeling that the subject of their conversations had
changed. I could feel everyone staring at me and things were
getting worse. I felt the edge of my crop top slowly slipping off
of one of my nipples. Every breath that I took was making it
worse. 

I told Tom that my nipple was about to be exposed. He just
grinned and said, "If there are any complaints I'll take care of
it."

It was only seconds later that first one and then the other of my
nipples popped free. The three guys at the table just grinned and
ignored me and talked about how much they could get if they sold
the DVDs that they had made of me this weekend.

I noticed that as people left the restaurant they all went out of
their way to pass our table. I also noticed that not many people
left after we arrived. They kept ordering drinks and sat and
stared at me, waiting to see what would happen next I suppose.

Our waiter finally returned with our drinks and since the only
way that I could sip my drink would be to lean forward and sip
from the straw I waited. I didn't want that stupid top to ride up
any farther on my chest than it already was. 

It was another five minutes or so before he came back with our
food and finally Tom reached down and unfastened one of my wrist
restraints. I was not totally freed though. He had Rory fasten
the cuff to the leg of my chair so that I could only use one
hand. 

I started to adjust my clothing to cover myself but Tom said,
"Don't you fucking dare! You eat your sandwich and drink your
drink and leave your clothes alone. You look just fine."

I moved as carefully as possible, nibbling at my sandwich and
sipping my drink, fully aware that every move I made was putting
on a show for the people around me. My top slid up slowly with
every move and my breasts were nearly totally exposed. 

I wanted desperately to cover myself. More than that, I wanted
desperately to leave here. I was so totally humiliated. Things
got slightly better when a well dressed man came over and
introduced himself as the manager. He said, "I hate to have to
say this, I have been watching through my office window and I
have really enjoyed your little show. Unfortunately, I am about
to have to seat a family with children out here and I am going to
have to ask you to clean up your act, at least until they
leave."

Tom smiled and said, "No problem man." Then he turned to me and
said, "Okay slut, cover up your shit."

I quickly pulled my top down and covered my crotch with that
little piece of cloth and held it in place. Once I was covered up
the fun was gone and the guys finished their drinks and after
Rory unfastened my cuff from the chair we left. I was really torn
now. I had been deeply humiliated in the restaurant, but at least
I had been relatively safe. I couldn't help wondering what Tom
had planned for me next. Most of the places he took me I ended up
getting raped.

When we got outside my hands were cuffed behind me again and we
got back in the car. It was just after three in the afternoon
now. I groaned as I saw where we were going. Tom pulled back into
the parking lot and parked in front of The Camera Club again. I
couldn't keep quiet any longer. I begged Tom not to do this to me
again. He just smiled and said, "Sorry babe. I had a blast
watching you yesterday, and the money is pretty damned good."

I was pulled out of the car and we went back into the club. The
black guy that ran the place saw us come in and smiled. He came
over and led us into the back and right to the changing room. He
looked me over and said, "You know, personally I love the way you
are dressed right now. But the customers want to be teased. They
want some good panty shots before they get to the good stuff." 

He picked out some normal street clothes for me this time. I was
given clothes that I might have selected for myself, given the
opportunity. 

Tom removed the cuffs and while I was dressing, the manager and
Tom walked out of the room. I knew they were discussing me,
making plans for me. I tried not to think about it. I stood there
in front of Rory and Steve, dressing in normal underwear and a
skirt and blouse.

Tom came back in, smiling evilly, and when he saw that I was
dressed he said, "Okay, you know the drill. You go out and mingle
with the customers and make nice. Then you take them back and
pose as requested, taking off something at each bell. If you piss
me off he has an S&M room that we can move this little party
into. But you aren't going to piss me off, are you?"

I shook my head, resigned to the idea that I was once more going
to be a prostitute for their amusement.

Tom smiled and said, "Good girl," and took my arm and pulled me
out to the main room where I mingled with the customers again. 

As soon as I entered the room the men gathered around me. Some of
the braver ones reached out immediately and touched me through my
clothing. A couple of them squeezed my ass cheeks and one of them
put his arm around my shoulders and let his hand rest on my
breast. The questions they asked were mostly the same as they had
asked yesterday. I told them my first name and my age and
eventually they wanted to know why a pretty, young, married woman
was doing this kind of work. 

Tom was right there to answer that one and once more they soon
realized that I was doing this against my will and they seemed to
get a kick out of that, just like the last group. I guess it was
more fun for them that they got to despoil a housewife as opposed
to some slutty prostitute that was doing it for money to buy
drugs.

There seemed to be more men this time and I looked around, trying
to get a count. Men kept moving around and I wasn't sure that I
could see everyone in the back, but it looked like there were
about twenty men this time. It was the same kind of crowd though.
Mostly middle-aged white men, with a sprinkling of younger and
older and this time there were two black men as well.

The manager decided that it was a big enough crowd and led us
back to the studio. It was the same room that I had been in
yesterday. I saw Rory filming over the wall again. Tom and Steve
were standing in the back watching with amused smiles on their
faces.

Since I was not dressed like a schoolgirl today we skipped the
classroom set. We went to the small raised stage in the center
and I started posing as they requested. Almost immediately they
had me lifting my skirt and spreading my legs and turning around
and bending over and lifting my skirt in back. I had to hold the
poses longer since there were more of them and they wanted to get
some of the poses from different angles.

All too soon I heard the bell ring. I stood up and unbuttoned my
blouse. I slid it down and off and I heard the sound of camera
shutters clicking like crazy. Then I posed cupping my bra encased
breasts and holding them out to the men pressing in around me. On
command I began teasing my nipples with my fingers. 

The hardest part was the facial expressions. They kept demanding
that I smile, and then a sexy pout, then a shy smile. I don't
think they were ever really satisfied with my smile. I hoped that
they didn't complain.

The bell rang again and I dropped the skirt and began posing in
the bra and panties. They got a kick out of making me pull my
panties up tight and forcing my pussy to bulge out around the
crotch panel. They also thought it was fun to make me reach
inside of the panties and play with my pussy. 

I was shocked when I stuck my finger in my pussy, as ordered, and
it came away moist. I was relieved when I was ordered to turn
around and bend over and then lie down and stick my legs in the
air and spread them as widely as possible. I was hoping no one
would notice that I had begun to get moist, but I heard several
of them point out that my panties were getting damp over my
pussy.

The bell rang again and I sat up and took my bra off. As soon as
my breasts sprang free the men started posing with me again. More
and more pictures were taken with hands on my breasts, squeezing
or pulling on my nipples. 

I was stood up after a few minutes and two men picked me up by
the sides of my panties. They grasped the waistband and lifted my
feet right off of the floor. They held me like that as men came
in close for pictures of my pussy bulging out around the crotch
of the panties, and several shots of their hands inside my
panties as well.

Just like last time, when the bell rang the men pulled my panties
down for me and things started getting a little wilder. They took
a few good pictures after they made me turn around and spread my
legs out as far as I could and reach back to spread my ass cheeks
for their viewing pleasure.

Then they took turns posing with their fingers inside of me or
rubbing their erections over me. I knew that soon enough their
erections would be inside of me. I tried not to think about it.

After I had posed in every humiliating pose that they could think
of the bell rang again and I was led out of the room again. I
waited in the hall with Tom while the manager was inside selling
me to the customers. I remembered last time, how frantic it had
been. I could only hope that it would be over soon. 

The door opened and I was brought back in and I saw a bench being
carried in from what looked like a small storeroom through a door
in the far wall. It was placed in the middle of the floor and I
was picked up and laid down on it on my back. A thick leather
strap was fastened around my midsection and my hands were
strapped to the legs. My head hung down and as I looked out I saw
that most of the men had already removed their pants. I saw hard,
drooling cocks everywhere that I looked.

The manager said, "Gentlemen, since this is a larger than average
crowd, I am going to give you a little more time. So take your
time and have fun." Then he stepped back against the wall and it
started. 

As soon as he moved out of the way I had a cock in my mouth and
it slid right down my throat on the first stroke. I struggled a
bit, but then gave up and lay back as he began to fuck my throat.


I felt my legs being lifted and spread and held down against my
chest. As soon as I was opened up like that someone shoved a
large cock into me violently. I don't know why all of these men
felt the need to be so violent. It had been the same way last
time. I guess they had a pretty low opinion of women. Or at least
they had a pretty low opinion of me.

As the two men fucked me I became aware of the shutters clicking
again. I could only pray that these pictures were not being
posted on the internet. I doubted if anyone I knew was the kind
of person to search the net for this kind of thing, but you never
know.

It went on and on, much longer than last time. This time I was
taken in the ass more often too. I knew that after a while they
were going around more than once, I tasted my pussy and their cum
on the cocks being shoved down my throat. I was really getting
sore and I started crying after a while. 

I didn't expect sympathy, but I didn't expect what I got either.
They laughed and held my head up using handfuls of my hair and
posed for pictures with their cocks rubbing the tears around my
cheeks and when they wanted more anguish in my expression they
twisted and pulled cruelly on my nipples.

The manager didn't stop them. He never interfered. He stood with
Tom and Steve and watched until the men were finished with me.
After his customers dressed and he showed them out I was freed
from the bench and led to the bathroom and allowed to shower. 

When I had washed and dried Tom was waiting to take me back to
the room. The manager bent me over the bench and fucked me from
behind and after I had sucked him clean he handed Tom a handful
of money and they went out of the room for a few minutes.

When he came back in he handed me my slut suit and we left. We
went to the strip joint next door. Tom and Steve and I went in,
Rory said he would be right back and left us. We went inside and
had a few beers. Rory rejoined us in about ten minutes. He had a
bag with him which he set down beside his chair. I was hoping it
wasn't something for me and I was praying that we wouldn't go
back to the adult book store again. As horrible as everything
that was happening to me was, that was the worst. 

This time Tom didn't drug me. All of our drinks were delivered by
a waitress and I was the only one at the table that handled my
beers. I hoped that meant we weren't going to the book store.

Tom kept looking at his watch though, so I knew that he had
something else in mind. It went without saying that I would hate
it, whatever it was.

Tom checked his watch one last time and left some money on the
table and we walked out. As soon as we were outside we moved away
from the door and Rory reached into his paper bag and handed
something to Tom. It turned out to be a blindfold. Tom put it
over my eyes and I was instantly scared. When I was blindfolded
they turned me around in a circle several times until I was
completely disoriented. 

They stopped and when I was steady enough to walk they led me off
down the sidewalk. I was terrified that I was going back to the
book store, but instead we entered another building. 

I knew that we hadn't entered the book store because there wasn't
a double set of doors. It was quiet inside; or at least no one
was talking. I heard people breathing. I heard footsteps. There
were more people in the room than the four of us.

People started moving around, but I never heard anyone speak.
After a few minutes I was led down a hallway and into a side
room. I heard a lot of footsteps as people followed quietly after
us and gathered around us on all sides. 

Once we were inside the room someone took my slut suit off. My
feet were spread apart and secured to the floor somehow. Then the
cuffs that had been removed when I had entered The Camera Club
earlier were put back in place and I felt more helpless than ever
before.

Whoever had been restraining my feet and my hands moved away and
I heard the crowd moving closer. Large male hands began to
explore my body. A lot of hands, I couldn't count them. I felt my
breasts being squeezed and pulled at roughly and my nipples
pinched and pulled, almost pulling me off of my feet.

At the same time other hands spread my ass open and explored
there while the fingers of at least two men began to pinch and
pull at my pussy. The men seemed to take turns, feeling me up and
then moving away so that someone else could have a chance to
molest me. This went on for a while, and the total absence of the
usual raucous and degrading speech was unnerving. I had no way of
figuring out what was going on. I couldn't guess how many men
there were or if they were young or old or black or white. 

The only thing that I knew for sure was that they were getting
rougher and rougher and it was really starting to hurt. I started
crying and when my crying became noticeable to the men I heard
several of them chuckle as they tormented me.

Someone grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair and began
twisting it. I thought at first that someone was just pulling my
hair to torment me, but then I felt it being tied up, braided
with a rope and another collar was put around my neck. I was bent
at the waist and a chain was stretched from my collar to the
floor. Finally the rope that was twisted in my hair was pulled
back and wrapped around my waist. Yet another chain was attached
to my collar and this one seemed to stretch up to the ceiling.

I was in a very uncomfortable position. My torso was level with
the floor but my head tilted back and faced forward. I was unable
to move. I couldn't even fall down if I passed out. I would just
hang by my hair. Then I heard Tom's voice saying, "Gentlemen,
Mrs. Kim Little is now available for your sexual pleasure.
Enjoy."

I heard the sound of clothing rustling and I knew the men were
undressing. Then it started. I felt an unusually large cock being
forced into my pussy roughly. At the same time another large cock
was forced into my mouth. Both cocks were very large and the guy
fucking my mouth ignored my pain as he insisted on forcing his
cock into my throat. I was starting to panic. His cock was much
too large and I was sure he would tear something if he forced it
down my throat. If not, I would certainly suffocate. There was no
way that I would be able to breathe around it.

The man that was fucking me began to slap my hips. I'm not
talking about love pats. He was beating my ass. I screamed after
one particularly violent hit and when I started to scream the man
finally managed to force his cock into my throat, cutting my
scream short.

The pain was excruciating, but at least the guy fucking my throat
let me get a breath every now and then. I don't know how long the
men lasted. It hurt so much that it seemed like a very long time.
When the man that was fucking my mouth had cum he pulled his
long, fat cock free and as he stepped away he pulled the
blindfold off. 

Through tear filled eyes I was able to make out that I was
surrounded by a large assembly of black men. They were large,
muscular black men with long, fat, hard cocks. I also noticed two
professional looking movie cameras getting everything on film. I
didn't know how many men there were, but I remembered what Tom
had said when he saw that movie in the book store. He had been
sure I could beat the record of the poor woman in the movie. So I
assumed that there more than twenty-five men.

As the next two men stepped up to use me I suddenly remembered
Tom announcing my full name when he invited the men to take me.
They knew my name! Oh Christ, what if the cameras were on when he
said that?!

The next two men were just as bad as the first two. They both had
oversized cocks and they were both violent, seeming to take
pleasure from my pain. By the time the third twosome had taken me
I was starting to get numb. That was when they upped the anti.
The next man to step up behind me stuffed his large cock in my
stretched and swollen pussy, but after a few strokes he pulled
out and the man fucking throat stepped back so that everyone
could get the full effect of my screams as the man behind me
rammed his cock violently into my unprepared ass. I passed out
before he got two inches inside of me. When I came back around
they had both been fucking me for a while. Restrained like I was
I stayed in position to be fucked from both ends. 

It went on like for what seemed like a week. I was certain that I
was being torn. I just knew that the liquid I felt running down
my legs was blood. There was no way that those large cocks
driving in and out of my throat weren't damaging me. 

I passed out several times after that, but it didn't bother them.
I had come to realize that it was all about putting the right
number of large black cocks in my body for the movie that they
would be selling.

It finally ended. I have no idea how long it had been. They left
me tied up as the men dressed and left. Then the camera men moved
around and got a few more minutes of film of the damage done to
my body. 

When the camera men shut off their cameras and left I was finally
untied. I fell to the floor and curled up in the fetal position
and cried like a baby. I had never hurt so badly in my life. I
was afraid to look at my lower body and see what damage had been
done. 

I heard the door open and I saw the manager of The Camera Club
come in. Now I knew where I was. He smiled at Tom and said, "You
were right man! I didn't think she could fucking do it. They were
thirty-five of the best hung men in town. While they were fucking
her I got that other thing set up. She won't be worth a shit
afterwards, but they pay pretty damned well for that kind of
flick."

I felt someone kicking my back and I finally looked up. Tom
looked down at me with a look of disgust on his face and said,
"Get your nasty ass in there and clean up. You fucking stink!"

I tried twice to stand, but I couldn't. Tom finally reached down
and grabbed my hair and pulled me up. He unfastened one of the
cuffs and pushed me towards the door. I almost fell, but I
managed to make it to the wall and support myself. I stopped for
a minute and looked down and was surprised that I didn't see any
blood. 

My legs were shaking almost out of control as I staggered along
the wall to the door and went down to the shower room. I sat on
the toilet and let the cum pour out of me. Most of it must have
run down my legs, but the amount that ran out of my pussy and my
ass was unbelievable. There must have been at least a quart of it
floating in the toilet when I finally wiped myself and stood up
and moved to the shower. I took a shower as hot as I could stand
it and after I washed I stood under the water and cried
uncontrollably. 

I don't know how long I was in there, but eventually Steve came
in and said, "If you don't get your fucking ass out of here you
are going to be sorry bitch."

I looked at him like the idiot he was and shut the water off. I
dried myself off and went back out to the room that I had just
been raped in. When I entered Rory tossed me my top and loincloth
and I slipped them on. I looked around and spotted my sandals up
against one of the walls and went and put them on.

The manager and Tom were still talking, and whatever they were
talking about really amused them, but they shut up when I came in
and once I was dressed we left.

I sat in the back with Steve and stared out the window as Tom
drove back to the apartment. I thought they would let me leave
now. I couldn't believe that they would want to touch me after
what I had just been through. 

It seems, however, that they had really enjoyed the show and they
didn't see how three more blowjobs would be that much of an
imposition. They all dropped their pants and sat down and I went
from cock to cock, sucking them all off. Then I was allowed to
leave.

Tom told me to rest up for a couple of days. He probably wouldn't
bother me before next weekend. Unless he called me sooner, I was
to come back to his apartment at ten next Saturday morning.

I looked around and located my purse and went out and sat in my
car. I couldn't even drive for a while though. I was crying much
too hard. A few people stopped when they saw me and asked if I
was alright. I just nodded and ignored them. 

I wasn't alright though. I was in terrible pain, mental and
physical. I didn't know how I could come back here next weekend.
I couldn't help thinking about what the manager of the club had
said. What did they have planned for me that I wouldn't be worth
a shit afterwards? What could be worse than what they had already
done to me?

I finally was able to stop crying long enough to drive home. I
was surprised to see from the clock in my car that it was after
eleven o'clock. I had to go to work tomorrow! I didn't know if I
could make it. I knew that in the morning I would be damned lucky
if I could walk, or sit. Or talk, come to think of it. I hadn't
tried to speak since it ended. 

I tried to say hello as I drove and it was an unrecognizable
croak. To make matters worse, the numbness was wearing off and my
pussy and my ass were in terrible pain, and getting worse by the
minute.

I finally arrived at my apartment and parked. I looked around and
thankfully I didn't see anyone. It was late and tomorrow was a
workday. I took several deep breathes and then I got out and
locked my car.

I looked around and, seeing no one, I began walking unsteadily
towards the stairs. I relied heavily on the handrail as I pulled
myself up the stairs and I walked unsteadily to my apartment.

Once inside I moved to the bathroom and began to fill the tub
with mostly hot water. Then I went to the kitchen and poured
another large rum and coke, mostly rum. I returned to the
bathroom and took off my slut suit. I looked in the mirror and
saw that my tits were covered with bruises. I turned around and
my butt was black and blue too. I used a hand mirror and checked
out my pussy, expecting it to be horribly disfigured. It was very
red and it was swollen, but I saw no obvious signs of damage.

I shut the water off and eased into the tub. As soon as I was
seated I thought, "Shit! I forgot to take some aspirin!" I wasn't
getting up again though. I relied on the rum for pain relief
instead. I gulped it down quickly and thought how stupid I was
for not bringing in two of them.

I lay back after my drink was gone and let my head go back and my
eyes close. I tried desperately not to think. Not to think about
what had been done to me and not to think about what they had
planned for next weekend. I couldn't though. I couldn't stop
thinking about it, worrying about it, dreading it. Every time I
went to that horrible man it got worse. Maybe it was time to let
him carry out his threats. What was the sense of keeping this
secret if I ended up dead?

I sat in the tub until the water was too cool to be comfortable
and then I rinsed off and went out to the kitchen. I took a
couple of aspirins and made myself another large rum drink. I
took it to bed with me and set the alarm and sat up in bed and
stared off into space and drank my drink. When my glass was empty
I slumped down and went right to sleep, or passed out, I'm not
sure which.

I finally heard the alarm in the morning, after it had been
buzzing for nearly ten minutes. I sat up in bed and as soon as I
moved I became aware of all the aches and pains. My stomach
ached, my pussy felt like it was on fire and my ass felt worse. I
went to the kitchen and took some aspirin and then took a hot
shower. I felt a little better when I got out of the shower. I
found some sore throat spray and that helped a little too. 

I probably should have called in sick, but I didn't want to sit
in my apartment alone all day. I wanted to see a friendly face
for a change. I got dressed and stopped on the way to work for a
large coffee. I went right to my desk and sat down carefully and
got to work. I thought that all of the damage that I had suffered
was covered by my clothes, but several times people asked me if I
was okay. I came to realize that it wasn't bruises they noticed.
It was the look in my eyes. 

I got through the day though, and I was pretty proud of myself.
It was nice to have something to take my mind off of my problems
with Tom and his friends. If I had stayed home I would have
dwelled on that all day and gone mad.

I stopped on the way home and bought some more rum and another
twelve pack of coke. I was developing a taste for rum and coke.
As soon as I got home I called up and ordered a pizza and made
myself a rum and coke. I had eaten hardly anything yesterday and
I was very hungry. But I was too tired to cook.

I changed into some casual clothes and sipped my rum and coke and
felt the pain in my throat begin to abate thanks to the alcohol.
By the time the pizza arrived I felt able to swallow. I poured
another glass of rum and coke and only ate two slices.

I put the rest in the refrigerator and went and got in bed and
read my book for a few minutes and then I turned out the light. I
lay there in the dark, just about to drift off to sleep when I
realized that I had not written to Brian in four days! I almost
got up and wrote him a letter, but I decided that I was too tired
and besides, let him see what it's like to worry because you
don't hear from your spouse for so long.

The next morning I was feeling much better. I took another hot
shower and dressed and had some cold cereal and juice for
breakfast. I didn't even take any aspirin. I was still a little
sore, but nothing I couldn't live with.

When I got home that night I found a letter from Brian. I rushed
in and opened it before I did anything else. It made me so sad. I
mean, he said all the right things. He told me he loved me and
that he was counting the days and that he thought about me all
the time. He sounded tired though, and depressed. He said that
there were things that he couldn't talk about, things that were
upsetting him. Now I was even more worried. Now I felt even
guiltier for the things that I had done, and more determined than
ever to make sure that he never found out about them.

The next day I felt almost normal. The day passed quickly and I
went home and changed clothes and made myself a BLT which I had
with a little potato salad. 

Just as I was putting away the dishes I heard a knock on the door
and I panicked. It was only Wednesday. Tom said he would leave me
alone for the week to recover. I calmed down and went to the door
and looked through the peephole. I was relieved to see that it
was just one of the bachelors from next door. 

I opened the door and said, "Hi, what can I do for you?"

I am pretty sure that he had told me his name, but I didn't
remember it.

He smiled and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I really need
you to look at something for me. It's very important. Would you
please come next door for just a minute?"

I really wanted to say no. I had no reason not to trust him,
except that he was a male and he was single and I hardly knew
him. I looked at him for a second, trying to figure out how to
say no, but before I could speak he said, "Please, it's really
important." 

I know it sounded silly, but I finally said, "Well, just for a
minute, but you'll have to leave your door open. I don't want
anyone getting the wrong idea."

He smiled and said, "No problem. It can stay open as long as you
want it to."

That sounded a little strange, but I pulled my door closed and
followed him to his apartment. On the way next door he turned to
me and said, "My name is Bill, by the way. We were introduced
once, but it has been a while." 

He pushed the door open and I followed him inside. He left the
door wide open, and walked into the room. When he did that it
made me feel a little better. I saw his roommate sitting on the
couch and I nodded to him.

He smiled at me and watched as I followed Bill over to a desk in
the corner and he sat down and moved the mouse attached to his
computer. The screensaver went off and I saw a dirty picture on
the monitor. I was too shocked to react at first. 

But then, just as I was about to tell him off, he clicked the
mouse and there was another picture. It was me! Me and two men
fucking on a bed!

He showed me several more pictures and I realized that they were
all from The Camera Club. Bill smiled up at me and said, "I have
found about two hundred of them. Would you like to see more?"

I covered my face with my hands and cried. Now what! How was I
going to get out of this? 

I finally got myself under control and wiped my eyes and looked
at him. He said, "Don't take it so hard. There are only two of
us, and we aren't into rough stuff, or kinky stuff. We just like
to get laid or get a nice blowjob every now and then. We don't
want money. We don't want to get you in trouble. We just want to
have a little of that pussy you are passing around so freely."

I looked at him in shock for a moment. I decided to try to
explain. "Look Bill, I am not doing that of my own free will. I
was drugged and raped and they made me pose for pictures. Now I
am being blackmailed. I am doing this against my will. Please,
don't make me do this."

He looked at my naked body between those two men on his screen
and said, "I'm sorry Kim. That is a sad story. But after all of
those men, what's two more?"

I pleaded with him to be reasonable. He replied that he thought
that he was. He said that for the first couple of weeks they
would probably want to fuck me every night. But they would take
it easy on me and after the newness wore off it would probably be
only three or four times a week.

I gave up. What was the use? I asked, "Here, now?"

Bill nodded.

I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, but the guy that is
blackmailing me is making things hard on me. I am still kind of
sore. Please take it easy."

He said that they would, and then he asked, "Do you still want
the door open?"

I looked down in defeat and shook my head. His roommate, who I
soon learned was named Nick, stood up and closed the door. Then
they waited for me to undress. I was only wearing a loose t-shirt
and a pair of terrycloth shorts and panties. They came off
quickly and then Bill took me in his arms and kissed me while he
moved his hands down and groped my ass. 

The bruises had faded on my ass, but there was still some
soreness. I flinched when he grabbed me there, but he didn't seem
to notice.

While Bill was doing that I heard Nick undressing. I was soon
pulled from Bills arms by his naked roommate and Nick took over
kissing me while Bill undressed. I was led over to the couch and
they sat me down between them and they took turns kissing me
while they both groped me. The groping was much gentler though,
and I was actually starting to get a little bit turned on. 

After a few minutes they each took one of my hands and put it on
their cocks. I was relieved to find that they were both quite
average in length and width. I gripped them and stroked gently. I
figured it was to my advantage to get them aroused and get this
over with quickly.

Before very long the kissing stopped and I was gently lowered to
the floor between Bill's legs. I took him into my mouth easily
and he didn't last three minutes. I swallowed his load and Nick
spread his legs and smiled at me. I walked over on my knees and
repeated the process. He lasted a couple of minutes longer, but
still it wasn't something that I couldn't cope with.

Bill got up and brought us all back a beer and we sipped and they
asked me for more details about how I got into this mess. I
fleshed out the story a little, leaving out some of the worst of
it. Then I asked them about the pictures. I wondered how many
there were and if they were all in one place.

Bill said that he had found a web site called The Camera Club by
accident. He was actually looking for information on a camera
club in the area. At first he had just browsed the pictures in
amusement. There were dozens of girls with dozens of men. Most of
the girls were very pretty and being a normal, red blooded male
he had checked them out. He had come across my pictures and
recognized me immediately of course. 

He took me back over to the computer and showed me the site. He
showed me the thumbnails and there were, indeed, hundreds of
them. That was not the most disturbing part though. The last
frame was an ad for my upcoming movie release. The movie of that
gang rape would soon be available. It would be a two hour movie
featuring me in bondage being fucked by thirty-five large black
men. They also promised more movies to follow. 

I nearly collapsed in despair. "Is that the only site you have
found them on?" I asked.

He shrugged and said, "Yeah, but I don't really spend a lot of
time looking around for dirty pictures. I found yours by
accident. The thing is though; guys will download those and
spread them around. They are going to be posted around. You are
too beautiful for guys to keep them to themselves.

I leaned against the wall and said, "Oh god. My life is over."

He said, "Once those things are out there, there isn't anything
that you can do about it either."

I shook my head and Bill stood up and said, "I'm sorry, you
really got screwed, and it ain't over yet."

He pulled me down the hall to his bedroom and I didn't even
resist as he put me on his bed and got on the bed with me and
started kissing me again. I just lay there and let him do what he
wanted, until he started moving down my body, kissing my breasts
and nibbling at my nipples. He licked his way down my stomach and
worked his way between my legs and began eating my pussy. With
all the sex that I had taken part in since I was drugged and
raped by Tom, this was the first time my pussy had gotten eaten
since Brian had left. 

I wanted to resist. I wanted to lie here quietly and let him do
what he wanted. I couldn't though. It felt too damned good. I
started slowly coming around. My breathing got shallow and my
nipples got hard and I felt things I hadn't felt in months. Good
things.

I found myself reaching down and holding his head, pulling him
closer and thrusting my hips up as he ate me. I started moaning
out loud and then I heard myself saying, "Oh fuck, that feels so
damn good!" Then I groaned again and I was cumming. I came hard
and he let me finish and start to relax before he started kissing
and licking me again. I was building back to another climax
quickly but he stopped and moved up over me. I reached down
eagerly and guided his cock to my pussy. I was surprised at how
good it felt after what I had been through. I started lifting my
hips to meet his strokes and we both came very quickly this time.


I was embarrassed that I had given in so easily. When he had
rolled off of me I covered my face and groaned and said, "Oh god.
What am I turning into?!"

He chuckled and said, "Just think of it as therapy. Something to
take your mind off of that other shit you are doing."

I gave him a dirty look and he just shrugged. He wasn't
embarrassed at all that he was taking advantage of me,
blackmailing me. He was, in effect, raping me. Fucking men!

I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I
came out of the bathroom Nick was waiting for me in the hall. He
took me to his bedroom and sat on the side of his bed. He made me
kneel and suck him until he was hard again, then he just stood me
back up and bent me over on the bed and fucked me from the back
standing up. I never got turned on, but it was easy and it was
over quickly. When he had cum I was allowed to dress and go back
to my apartment.

I hurried back to my apartment and made myself another rum and
coke and took another long hot bath. As I lay there in the tub I
found that what embarrassed me most about what had just happened
was not that two more men had seen me naked or had sex with me.
Or that they had seen hundreds of pictures of me being raped.
What most embarrassed me was that I had cum, twice. 

On Thursday I somehow muddled through the day preoccupied with
thoughts of the way my life had gotten so totally out of hand. I
got almost nothing done. Then, driving home, I thought about my
two neighbors and wondered what they would demand of me tonight.
I purposefully avoided thinking about this coming weekend. I was
terrified of what was to come.

I made myself a drink as soon as I got home. I had a couple of
slices of cold, left over pizza and sucked up a large glass of
rum. Then I headed for my room to change out of my work clothes.
I didn't make it though. There was a knock on the door and I
returned to the living room to answer it. It was Nick. 

I opened the door and Nick said, "I just stopped by for a
quickie. Bill and I talked it over and decided to do this at your
house. He fucked you last night before I got to eat you out. I
wanted to go first tonight so that I could get a taste of that
pretty pussy of yours."

I let him in and said, "I was just about to take a bath. I just
got home from work. You might want to rethink that."

He grinned and said, "I doubt if you worked all that hard. Let's
go see."

I led him to my bedroom and pulled the covers back. He sat on my
bed and watched as I undressed and then he took his clothes off
and we got in bed.

He started out kissing me and touching me gently and just like
with Bill last night it felt pretty good. I was feeling self
conscious though and I wished that he had let me clean up first.
I don't know why. Why on earth would I want to be fresh for a man
that was blackmailing me into having sex?!

I was uncomfortable though as he began kissing his way down my
body and when his mouth was at my vagina he smiled up at me and
said, "Just as I suspected. Grade A, Prime U.S. Pussy. It smells
just like flowers."

Then he started eating me. Just like last night, I was unable to
resist. I was soon lifting my ass off of the bed and grinding my
pussy in his face and cumming loudly. I was still cumming when he
stopped and scrambled up over me and sank his cock into me
quickly. I just kept on cumming. I came twice more before he
finally came, and he didn't take very long at all. 

After he came he stopped moving and supported himself over me
with just our pubic areas and our legs touching. His head was
looking up and his eyes were closed and he was silent for a
minute and then he said, "Jesus Christ you are hot! He opened his
eyes and looked down at me and said, "When Bill showed me those
pictures and suggested we use them to get a little of your sweet
ass I thought that after all those guys it wouldn't be worth the
bother. I got to tell you though, you have a fantastic cunt! Not
to be course or anything."

I almost laughed. He was being gross, of course. Still, it was
reassuring. I had been really worried after last weekend, afraid
that I had been permanently stretched out by those big dicked
mother fuckers.

Maybe there was hope for me yet.

Nick got up and started getting dressed. He said, "You might as
well wait here. I'll leave your door unlocked. Bill will be right
over."

I struggled to my feet and said, "Okay, but I have to go to the
bathroom."

I went to the bathroom and let his cum drain out of me. I cleaned
up with some moist towelettes and when I got to my room he was
gone. I sat on the edge of the bed and it wasn't two minutes
before Bill came in. He was undressing as he came in the door and
he piled his clothes on a nearby chair and sat down and said, "I
love the way you suck cock. Let's start there again,
sweetheart."

I moved between his legs and took his cock into my mouth easily.
It reminded me of the huge cocks I had been forced to suck when I
was tied up at The Camera Club. I mean it reminded me of the
contrast. After that night sucking a normal sized cock was so
easy.

He lasted a little longer than he had last night, but not much.
After I swallowed his cum he collapsed back on the bed and I held
his cock in my mouth until it was soft. I pushed his legs apart
then and started licking his balls until his cock started
twitching and then I took it back into my mouth and sucked until
he was hard again. 

He sat up and pulled me up onto the bed and after a minimum of
foreplay he climbed up over me and I guided his cock into me. He
was much slower tonight. It felt pretty good. I knew that I
wasn't going to cum though. Not just from this. Not without more
foreplay. I wanted it to be over though and I put my arms around
him and thrust my hips up to meet his quickening strokes and soon
he was cumming for a second time. I held him tight and when he
had cum I relaxed my grip and let him roll off of me.

He lay beside me for a while, breathing rapidly for a minute.
Then he sat up and sat on the edge of the bed. He finally stood
and came around the bed and started dressing. He looked down at
my sweaty body as he dressed and after a long silence he said, "I
know I should feel guilty. I'm not a bad person. I have never
blackmailed anyone before. But you are so fucking hot! I have
wanted you since I first saw you. You are one of the most
beautiful women that I have ever seen. I'm sorry for what we are
doing to you, but I just can't help myself."

I didn't know what to say to that. There were some compliments in
there, but I wasn't about to tell him that it was okay if he
blackmailed me and forced me to have sex with him and his
roommate for the next nine months until my husband came home and
probably killed all three of us.

After he left I took a shower. I was too tired to take a bath. I
wanted to get to sleep.

I was distracted again at work the next day. It got worse though
when I returned from lunch and found a package on my desk.

I sat down and stared at it. It was wrapped in brown paper and
there was no note, no indication of who it was from. I was afraid
that I knew though. I don't know how he knew where I worked, but
I was terrified that he did, and had left this for me.

I opened a desk drawer and started to put the package in it. I
set it in the drawer and started to close it, but I couldn't
stand it. I had to know. I put it back on my desk and cut the
string that held it closed. I looked up to make sure nobody was
watching and I slowly peeled back the paper. 

As I feared, it was from Tom. Inside was another crop top. I
opened it up enough to see what it said on the front. It just
said, "Sex Slave," in big black letters. 

I felt myself getting faint for a moment. I sat back and took a
deep breath and forced myself to calm down. I looked to see what
was under the crop top. It was another of those loincloth style
skirts. This one was even worse than the other one I had been
forced to wear. The small flaps of material that hung down from
the front and rear were rounded off, not square like the other
one. Even standing still I would be nearly naked with this on.

I started to close it up when I spotted something else under the
tiny skirt. It was a tiny, see-through piece of cloth. It was a
thong, not something that I had ever worn before, or ever
intended too. It was almost all string, except for a tiny patch
of material that may or may not cover my pussy. It would be
close. Then I spotted the note.

I heard someone coming down the hall towards my cubicle and I
snatched the note and shoved the package into my drawer. Who ever
had been coming turned off before they got to my cubicle and I
took several more deep breaths before I got up the nerve to look
at the note. 

It just reminded me to be at his house tomorrow morning at ten. I
was to wear what was in the package and my highest heels. That
was all it said.

I put the note in my purse and pulled the package out and taped
it shut. Then I looked at the clock. I had an hour to go. I sat
at my desk, shaking like a leaf, and stared at the clock.

When it was finally time to go I walked out to my car in a daze
and as I got in I tried to remember how much rum I had left. I
couldn't. So I stopped on the way home and bought another bottle,
just in case. I didn't figure that it would go to waste.

I got home and went right for the rum. I was still making my
drink when there was a knock at the door. I said, "Oh shit!" I
said it quietly, to myself, as I went to the door and let Bill
in. 

He looked at me and saw I was upset and he asked, "What the hell
is wrong? You look like shit!"

I finished making my drink and took a long gulp before I handed
him the note and set the package on the counter. He read the
short note and after glancing at me he opened the package and one
at a time he held up the three garments inside.

He tried to look sympathetic, but he couldn't hide his hardon.
Fucking men!

He may have felt bad for me, but it didn't stop him from taking
advantage of me. He grabbed the package and my drink and pulled
me down to my room. Then he set my drink on the nightstand and
said, "Try them on. I have to see this."

"Asshole!" I thought. I got undressed though, and I pulled on the
tiny thong. The tiny piece of transparent material covered only
my slit. It was about three inches long and no more than half an
inch wide. I saw that I would have to shave off my pubic hair
before I left here in the morning. 

I put on the tiny skirt next. The front flap started at my hip
bones and curved around in a semi-circle. I had to push the
waistband down below my naval before the little scrap of material
covered my pubic area. The rear flap was even smaller and
bisected the cheeks of my ass. It was only about five inches wide
in the back and I turned my back to the mirror and saw that even
pulled down as low as it was there was about an inch of the crack
of my ass showing.

I put the tiny top on then. It was as thin as the others, so that
my nipples were obvious. And it was cut the same way. The bottoms
of my areola were exposed as long as I didn't move. It got worse
when I moved.

I doubt if hookers would wear something like this!

I sat down on the bed and held my face in my hands and cried for
several minutes. Bill may have felt bad for me, but not bad
enough that he was going give up his free pussy. He said, "You
have to admit, you look pretty fucking hot! Jesus!"

He picked up the phone beside my bed and called Nick and told him
to come right over, there was something he needed to see.

When he had hung up I looked up at him and said, "Thanks. Thanks
for all the fucking help!"

He smiled and shrugged and then Nick was there. They made me
stand up and pose in my new outfit. Then they both started
undressing. I got out of my new slut suit and they put me on the
bed on my hands and knees and then they took me two at a time
like they had seen in the pictures. 

They both came quickly and then it wasn't long before they
switched ends and fucked me again. Thankfully the whole thing
only lasted about fifteen minutes and they left, talking
excitedly about my new outfit. I heard them joking about how good
the pictures were going to be. Bastards!

I finished my drink and took a shower. Then I went out to the
kitchen and made another drink. I didn't really feel like eating.
I was getting a steady diet of cum lately. I decided to make a
tuna fish sandwich and I ate it at the kitchen counter before
going to my room with the remainder of my second drink. 

I sat up in bed and stared at the new outfit that was sitting on
my dresser. I sipped my drink and wondered what was in store for
me tomorrow. I started thinking that I might as well not go. That
bastard from The Camera Club was posting my pictures on the
internet and he would soon be selling the horrible movie that he
made. Eventually people I knew were going to find these things.
Why not just tell Tom to go fuck himself?

I couldn't though. The thought of what Brian would think when he
saw those pictures and movies stopped me. I knew that the bastard
would send them to him too. There was no doubt in my mind. I knew
that my father would have a heart attack if he saw them. I didn't
know if I would lose my job or not. I wouldn't be surprised
though. I had to go back there. I was trapped.

I got up the next morning and put on my newest slut suit. I
looked outside and to my dismay I saw that it was a busy Saturday
morning. Lots of people were around, and worst of all, lots of
kids. I knew that I was going to hear about this. I waited until
the last possible moment and then I made a rush for my car. 

Everyone stopped and stared, just as I knew that they would, but
I made it to my car without any problems. I saw the shocked looks
on a lot of mother's faces though and I knew that there were
going to be repercussions.

I drove to Tom's apartment and went to his door. It was the same
three men today. I guess Harry and John were not a regular part
of the group. As soon as I arrived they checked out my new suit
and complimented me on my close shave. Then I gave all three of
them blowjobs. 

When they had all cum Tom told me that they were going to pass
the morning and early afternoon just like they had last week. We
were going to the pool, and I would be taking on all comers. He
said that he had come to realize that fifteen minutes in the
apartments was restrictive and he would make allowances for
circumstances this time. He gave me a bottle of lotion and a can
of beer and said, "We'll do this the same as last time. You
remember all the rules, right?"

I nodded and they started for the door. I called out, "Wait!
Where are my bikini bottoms?"

Tom smiled and said, "Today you just take off your skirt and wear
those panties for bottoms. Remember, if you aren't being fucked
or hit on you go in the pool for a few minutes every half hour.
Then you find someone to oil you up. Now get your ass out
there."

I couldn't breathe for a minute. I forced myself to take a couple
of deep breaths, and then I pulled the top back down over my
nipples. I struggle with the tears as I went outside and looked
over at the pool. It was getting crowded already and as we got
close I saw several people that I recognized from last week. The
college guys were there, and they were obviously excited when
they spotted me. I saw the older gentleman that had seemed so
concerned, but had fucked me anyway, and the two black kids. 

I couldn't look at anyone as I unbuttoned my skirt and tossed it
under my chair. I heard the people near me though. The hushed,
"Oh my god," and the woman saying, "Look at that slut!"

There was more, most of it was unintelligible. I could tell from
the sounds of their voices what they were saying, what they were
thinking. I sat down and took a big sip of beer. The thought of
having to walk to the pool in this tiny outfit, naked for all
intents and purposes, was just about all that I could take. I was
so scared I thought that I was going to throw up.

I almost hoped that someone would come and make me go to their
apartment before I had to go in the pool. I thought that it would
be better to be fucked in private than to parade around the pool
like this. As it turned out, I got my wish. One of the college
kids came over and looked down at me. He was grinning like an
idiot, but he knew what he wanted. 

I looked up at him and he said, "Sex Slave huh? Does that mean
that you are still putting out?"

I nodded.

He said, "Great, let's go."

I set my beer down under my chair and picked up my skirt. I stood
up and started to put it on but he said, "No, you don't need
that. You look hot as hell just like that."

I glanced over at Tom and he just smiled.

So I dropped my skirt over my beer can and I was led off by the
college kid, followed closely by his seven friends. I felt a
little better about walking around in this tiny thong with all of
these guys around me. I was still not looking forward to having
sex with them, but I wasn't as upset about it as I was last week,
before I made that god awful movie.

They were all quick to undress and of course it took me no time
at all. Then it was back to my hands and knees and two cocks at a
time. They didn't seem to last any longer than they had last
time. I doubt if it took much longer than fifteen minutes to
satisfy all eight of them. 

I used the bathroom when they were done and then they escorted me
back out to the pool. I sat on my chair and drank my beer which
was starting to get warm. I had enough left in the can to rinse
the taste of cum from my mouth. Then it was time for that walk to
the pool. 

I knew that thongs were not allowed in a lot of places in this
state. I didn't know the rules for apartment complex pools. But
even if a reasonable thong would be permissible, this tiny,
nearly invisible thing that I was wearing would be illegal
anywhere but a nudist camp. No one was going to believe that this
was the bottom of a bathing suit. I was obviously wearing a
panty. I was obviously wearing the kind of panty that a woman
wore for a man, to turn him on. There was no other reason for a
garment like this to exist.

I steeled myself and stood up and walked past a dozen people, all
staring in disbelief at what I was wearing. I wanted to run and
hide. Instead I forced myself to walk to the pool steps and go in
up to my neck and cool off. I didn't relax though, because all I
could think about was how much worse it was going to be when I
got out of the water and returned to my seat.

I was resting on my arms, expecting at any minute that someone
would come over to me and I would be led away once more to fuck
some stranger, or some group of strangers. I wasn't disappointed.
The older gentleman from last week that had been so concerned and
had offered to help if I were in trouble came over to me and said
hello. 

I said hi and he said, "I see you lost another bet."

Despite the terror I felt, I smiled at him. I said, "Yeah, I must
be quite a loser."

He took my hand and said, "Come on, let's go."

I allowed him to pull me out of the pool and he led me quickly
across the common area to his apartment. He left me standing in
the living room this time and told me to wait there.

When he returned he had a robe and he put it on me. I looked at
him curiously as he guided me to his couch and pushed me down on
it. He left the room again and came back again with two highball
glasses. I didn't know what was in it, but I didn't care. I
gulped it down gratefully.

He sipped his and stared at me for a minute and said, "Okay,
that's enough of your bet crap. What the hell is going on?"

I looked at him for a moment, and then I just broke down. I
started crying hysterically and he set his glass down and put his
arms around me and held me and let me cry.

I got myself under control, slowly, and he kept holding me until
I pushed him away gently and sat up again. I said, "I'm sorry.
It's all a bit hard to take sometimes. I appreciate that you want
to help, but there isn't anything that you can do. I am in a
world of shit right now, and I don't think there is anyway out.
Not even with help from well intentioned men like you."

He smiled at me and took a sip of his drink. Then he said, "What
do you have to lose?"

I realized that he was right. I had nothing left to lose. I asked
him if I could have another drink and after he returned with it
and sat back down I told him the whole ugly story. He listened
intently, interrupted a couple of times with quick questions, and
never once looked at me in disgust as I told him every lurid
detail. It felt good to get it off of my chest. I was glad that
he had made me tell him. I suddenly realized though that I was
way over my time limit and I was going to be in trouble. He saw
the look on my face and asked what was wrong. 

I told him about the fifteen minute time limit and he said, "Oh,
that's okay. Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it."

I sighed and said, "Mr., I'm sorry, I don't even know your
name."

He said, "Call me Danny."

"Danny, I feel better now. It was nice to get this off my chest.
There isn't anything anyone can do for me now though. I fucked
up, and I don't think there is any way out."

He smiled and said, "You didn't fuck up. You were drugged and
raped and blackmailed. It wasn't your fault, and I do believe
that I can help."

He picked up his phone and I listened as he made a half a dozen
phone calls. Each time he said the same thing. When the phone was
answered he said, "This is Danny. I have something going down. I
could use a hand." 

That was all that he said. In fifteen minutes there were six more
large men in the room and he was giving them the severely edited
version of my story. When he was done, four of them stood up and
one of them said, "Let's go for a ride." Then he turned to Danny
and said, "This shouldn't take long."

Danny stood up after they left and he said, "Kim, you wait here.
This won't take long."

I was really scared now. I watched out the window as Danny and
his two remaining friends walk out to the pool. They went over to
Tom and Rory and Steve and the next thing I knew Rory was rolling
around on the cement pool deck and Tom and Steve both had their
hands in the air.

I watched as one of them pulled Rory to his feet by his hair and
they marched them all back to Tom's apartment. I poured myself
another glass of what turned out to be bourbon and sat down and
tried not to get my hopes up.

It was probably fifteen minutes before they returned. Danny had
my purse and a camera and a bag full of DVDs. He picked up the
phone and made another call and had the guy that had sold Tom the
drugs he used on me arrested. It wasn't until that minute that I
realized that they were all cops!

The others got glasses and we all sat and sipped bourbon for a
while as Danny told me what he had done. What he had done was
scare the shit out of Tom and his friends. Well, first they had
given them the beating they felt that they deserved. Then they
had scared them. They had taken the camera and all of the DVDs
that Tom had. Then they had taken Rory and Steve to their
apartments and gotten the other copies of the DVDs. 

Danny had taken every penny that Tom had in the apartment to give
to me on the assumption that most of it had been made by me. Just
as he finished telling me about what he had done his friends
showed up. They had more DVDs, including the ones that had been
made from that last horrible movie. They had gotten every copy,
including the masters. They had sat in The Camera Club manager's
office with a gun pointed at his nuts while he took down the
internet site and then they had taken all the cash that they
could find on the premises.

I was in shock. I wasn't out of the woods. There was no telling
who else might stumble across my pictures as they were reposted
on the internet. But I had a chance now. I had my address book
back and all of the DVDs. Maybe I would survive this yet.

I started crying again. I ran over to Danny and wrapped my arms
around him and I tried to thank him but I was crying too hard. He
pried my arms from around his neck and held me until I quieted
down again. Finally I could talk again and through my tears I
thanked them all. I didn't know what else to say. 

Danny thanked his friends and I hugged them all as they left.
Then he went into the back and came back with one of his shirts
for me to wear. He put it on me and handed me my purse and said,
"Come on, I'll follow you home. We have one more call to make."

He followed me to my apartment and I pointed out the apartment
where Bill and Nick lived. He knocked on the door and when they
answered it he shoved it in and I heard a scuffle inside. Then
the door slammed shut and it was quiet. Ten minutes later he came
back over and handed me the hard drive to Bill's computer. 

He smiled and said, "They won't be bothering you anymore. If they
do, call me, but I suggest that you move out of here anyway. Just
to be on the safe side. I am pretty sure that no one will bother
you again. I am going to leave you my number just in case. Still,
I would feel better if you moved."

I said, "I'll try. I took a big financial hit when my husband got
called to active duty. It may be a couple of months before I can
afford to move."

He shook his head and grabbed my purse and dumped it out on the
table. He said, "This is the money we got from Tom and that
sleaze ball Matthews at the club. It's yours. You have it coming
for pain and suffering and the embarrassment they have caused
you. It's almost two hundred thousand. Matthews kept a big stash
in his safe. We figure he made a lot of it off of you."

I asked, "You don't think he'll come after that?"

Danny smiled and said, "Not unless he wants his nuts shot off."

I hugged him again and said, "Will you stay for supper? Please?"

He said, "I would be honored."

I ran into the bedroom and took a quick shower and got dressed in
real clothes. Then I went back out and I said, "I don't have shit
to eat around here. Let me take you out to dinner instead."

He laughed and said, "I know a great place. Do you like steaks?"

I took his arm in his and said, "I love steaks."

It turned out that the great place he knew about was his
brother's steak house. Not only was it the biggest and best steak
that I ever ate, they absolutely refused to let me pay for it. I
said, "Okay, if you are going to be stubborn, next time dinner is
at my house. I have a real talent for roast pork."

I quickly found a new apartment. And it's a nice one this time. I
moved what I could, with Danny's help, and paid movers to take
the big stuff. 

Danny eats dinner at my house once a week now, and takes me out
once a week. I have had a couple of big dinners for his six
helpers and their families. They are like one big extended
family, and it wasn't long before I felt like a part of it. 

I never heard from Tom and his friends again. I never heard
anymore from The Camera Club. I was worried about that because
they knew my name and I had a feeling there were some rough
people involved in that place.

Brian is due back from Iraq in three more months. I suppose that
I am going to have to tell him some of what happened. Danny says
I shouldn't. I keep thinking that if I don't, then one of these
days he is going to come across one of those pictures of me that
were on the internet. I guess I'll take that one day at a time. I
don't want to dump on him as soon as he comes home. I know he has
been through a lot and will need time to adjust. 

I can't wait to introduce him to my knew family. The guys are all
ex military. Maybe they will be able to help him readjust to
civilian life.

The End

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.



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