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A Lesson in Civic Responsibility
By vulgus
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Story codes: NC/Blackmail/MMMMF/Exhib/Hum

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

It was our thirtieth anniversary. We had been married for thirty
days today. Jon, my high school sweetheart and I had gotten
married one month after we graduated from high school. 

Things were tight of course. We had a small apartment and the old
car that Jon drove all through high school. Jon had lined up a
job before we graduated. He would be working at the electronics
store where he had been working part time and during summer
vacations while we were still in school. He mostly went to
people's houses and set up their home entertainment systems, or
went out when they had problems to figure out what the problem
was. He also did a little sales work when he wasn't busy with
that. We weren't getting rich but it was pretty good money for
just starting out in life. 

Our goal was for him to go to the local tech school at night and
get a degree.

I had also lined up a job, doing telephone sales for a local real
estate company that specialized in time shares. But I got fired
after a week when I told off a guy that got fresh with me on the
phone. So now I was looking for work.

To celebrate our one month anniversary, Jon was taking me out to
dinner and then dancing at a new club that had recently opened up
just outside of town. It was a big extravagance. We really
couldn't afford it, but as long as we didn't go crazy on the
alcohol, and didn't stay out too late, we figured we could
squeeze it into our tight budget.

It wasn't like we were going to a fancy restaurant anyway, just
one of the local steakhouse chains. You can only eat so much hot
dogs, meatloaf and spaghetti. Every once in a while you need a
steak. The smart thing would have been to buy a couple of nice
steaks and eat them at home, but it was my anniversary too. I
wanted a night off, and a night out. We both loved to dance and
it just seemed like we were due a little fun and relaxation.

The meal was nice, not great, but since we didn't have to do the
dishes that made it better. Then we drove out to the new club for
a couple of drinks and some dancing. It was still early, only a
little before eight PM when we got there, but already the place
was packed. We had to drive around the parking lot for a while
before we found a parking place. 

Well, we didn't have to, there were plenty of spaces in the back,
but you know how men are! Jon had to find a nice place up front.
But I didn't tease him the way I normally did when he played
parking lot roulette because the parking lot was so dark away
from the building that it made me nervous. I was happy when he
found someone leaving right up front and we parked in a well lit
parking spot.

The club had a live band and we had to pay a cover charge to get
in, which didn't help our budget any. But the band was good and
we got a table and ordered drinks, after showing the waitress our
fake IDs, and then we hit the dance floor. 

We attracted attention right away. We are both good dancers, and
I was looking hot in my tiny little dress. I am 5' 8", 120
pounds, long blonde hair and I have a great figure. I don't have
large breasts, but my little B cups are firm and stand up
straight. I haven't worn a bra in years and in this thin dress my
nipples were poking out like crazy. As an extra added attraction,
I have those long slender legs that drive guys crazy, especially
when they are topped by a high, tight, sexy ass like mine. I knew
the guys were watching and I loved it.

Since the drinks were so expensive here we drank slowly, we could
only afford three drinks apiece. Then we turned back into
pumpkins and went home to our little apartment. We managed to
stretch it out until almost eleven. It had been fun, but it was
time to go. Actually, we were both anxious to get home and get to
bed. We were both turned on from the dancing and flirting and Jon
loved it when I got so much attention from the crowd. 

We went out to the car and Jon unlocked my door. Before he opened
it he took me in his arms and kissed me. It became a very
passionate kiss and before long we were leaning up against our
car and making out big time.

Jon had his hands all over me, even under my dress. Normally I
wouldn't let him get so carried away in public, but it was dark
and quiet and we had been drinking, and besides, it felt so
damned good! We really did go too far. Before I knew what was
going on, Jon had my panties off and my legs were around his
waist and he was making love to me as I leaned up against the
car. I am not usually an al fresco kind of girl. I like my loving
in private, in a bed surrounded by four walls. I guess love and
alcohol can make you do funny things.

I was soon cumming, holding Jon close and biting his neck to keep
from screaming. I guess that set him off and then I gently let my
feet return to the ground. Then we just held each other and
kissed for a few minutes.

Jon finally opened my car door and I climbed in. He went around
and got in and started the car and then he started backing out of
our spot in the tightly packed parking lot. We were still
laughing and joking about what we had just done. Jon said
something about the kind of woman that has sex in parking lots
and I slapped at him playfully. He jerked away and when he did he
pulled at the steering wheel and the side of our car just touched
the car that had been parked beside us. Jon swore and finished
backing out and then got out and looked at the bumper of the car
he had scraped. 

It couldn't be an old pick up truck of course. It was a beautiful
Rolls Royce, an older one, but in beautiful condition. It looked
brand new. Except now there was a three inch scrape on the
fender.

Jon looked around and didn't see anyone and said, "What should I
do? Should I leave a note?"

I looked around and didn't see anyone in the parking lot. "Let's
just get out of here. Nobody saw anything and we can't afford to
repair a car like that."

Jon got back in, but he didn't drive away right away. "We have
insurance," he said. He really wanted to do the right thing.

But I figured if a guy could afford that car he could better
afford to fix it than we could. If we reported that accident, our
insurance, which was already through the roof for a couple of
eighteen year olds, would be totally unaffordable.

"Jon, let's go, before someone sees us," I said.

Jon looked around again and then drove off. As soon as we were
out of the parking lot I breathed a sigh of relief and slid over
and nestled up to my brand new husband. He was still not feeling
right about driving away like that. I knew how to take his mind
off of it though. I dropped my hand to his thigh and slid it up
and tickled his manhood while I nibbled on his ear. 

By the time we got home Jon was fine. He even picked me up at our
threshold and carried me into the apartment and to the bedroom,
where he tossed me on the bed. I quickly slid out of my shoes and
my slinky dress and watched him finish undressing. 

I know a lot of girls that don't find the naked male body sexy.
They prefer that he be wearing something, a sexy pair of
underwear or a tight pair of shorts. I have one friend that has a
real thing for jock straps! 

Not me. I love to see Jon naked. I think he is so sexy. He has a
nice body, not real muscular, but slender and fit. He has a
beautiful cock. It is just the right size, seven inches long and
just thick enough that I can't quite reach my fingers all the way
around it. 

Jon is not all show either. He is a very good lover. He always
pleases me. We started dating when we were freshmen in high
school. The first couple of times it didn't take, we would date
for a while and then fight and break up. But shortly after the
start of our junior year we started going steady and not long
after that he managed to separate me from my virginity. I had
definitely been ready. I have only been with Jon. But when you
have the best there is no reason to look anywhere else.

I must admit that neither of us is very adventurous. We make love
almost every day now that we are married, sometimes twice a day.
But we don't do a lot of that kinky stuff. I have licked Jon's
cock and his balls a few times, even sucked on it a couple of
times, for a minute or two. He has kissed and licked around my
pussy a few times too. And it feels nice, but we just really like
to do things the old fashioned way. We touch a lot, and we kiss,
and then Jon gets on top of me and makes love. It's what works
for us and we love it.


Now that Jon was working full time, the store had given him a
vehicle to make his service calls in. Since he didn't need the
car at work anymore, I was driving him to work and then using the
car to look for work for myself.

It was harder than I expected. The job market was pretty tight
right now. But things were looking up. I had a call back today
for a job as a receptionist, and the best thing about this job
was that if I got it, I could walk to work. It was only a half a
mile from our apartment. The interview went well and I was
feeling pretty confident when I picked Jon up after he got off of
work. I told him all about it on the way home and then I went in
and put supper on the table, meatloaf again. It was already in
the oven and ready when we got home. I just nuked a couple of
potatoes to go with it and we sat down to eat.

After supper we cleaned up the table and did dishes and went in
to watch television. It was just another normal evening. We sat
together on our second hand couch and held each other while we
watched TV.

But this wasn't going to be a normal evening. Not long after we
settled down there was a knock at our door. I went to see who it
was. I looked through the peephole in the door and saw two men in
suits. 

I opened the door and one of them asked if I was Toni Roberts. I
said that I was and he told me that he needed to talk to my
husband and me about a very important matter. They were large,
intimidating men and I wasn't sure about letting them into my
house but they didn't wait for an invitation. They just walked
right past me and they were standing in our little living room. 

Jon stood up and I closed the door and walked around them to
stand by my husband.

The man that seemed to be taking the lead said, "Mr. Roberts, my
name is John Cole and this is my associate, Bill Nash. We are
employed by Mr. Nolan."

Jon and I were just waiting, a little less than patiently, to
find out what they wanted. These two large men seemed to take up
all of the space in our little living room. 

Jon finally spoke to the guy doing all the talking. "What is it
you want Mr. Cole?"

Mr. Cole reached into the inside pocket of his suit coat and
handed Jon a piece of paper. "This is a bill for $15,000, due and
payable immediately."

The blood drained out of my head and I fell onto the chair behind
me. We couldn't possibly owe anyone that much money. We didn't
own anything! We didn't even have any credit!

"That's not possible," Jon said, but I heard the nervousness in
his voice. "There must be some mistake. We don't owe anyone any
money. You must have the wrong Jon Roberts."

"There was a mistake, Mr. Roberts. You and your wife made it a
couple of weeks ago when you damaged my employer's car and then
left the scene of the accident."

"But it was just a little scratch! I mean....." It was too late
to say that he didn't do it! "Look, I am sorry. I should have
left a note, but there is no way that little scratch cost
$15,000."

"That wasn't the only scratch," the man said. He reached his hand
out and his associate handed him a videotape. He handed the tape
to Jon and said, "This is a copy of the surveillance film from
outside the club where you damaged Mr. Nolan's Rolls Royce two
weeks ago. Please put it on and I will show you what I am talking
about."

Jon didn't have much choice. The men moved aside and he put the
tape in the machine and turned it on. I screamed when the picture
came on and I could clearly see us making love in the parking
lot. The top of my dress was gaping open, my breasts were
bouncing around wildly, and my skirt was up to my waist, my butt
plainly displayed. Jon tried to shut it off but the man stopped
him. 

"Your wife is beautiful. But look at her feet."

I forced myself to look and finally I saw what he was referring
to. My heels were rubbing against the paint, scratching the
driver's door and the front fender while we made love in the
parking lot.

The man told us to keep watching and the tape showed Jon when he
seemed to stagger slightly as he walked around to his side of the
car. Then it showed the erratic move that resulted from my slap
while he was backing out of the parking space. It also showed us
stopping, and Jon getting out of the car to look at the damage,
and then it showed us as we hurriedly left the scene. There was
no way we could say that we didn't know we had hit the car.

Mr. Cole said, "That car has a custom pearl paint job applied by
an artisan from a shop on the other side of the country. The car
will have to be trucked to California and refinished. I assure
you that you are getting off easy at $15,000. The costs will be
higher, and Mr. Nolan isn't even including the cost of tracking
you down."

Jon sat stunned, staring at the now blank TV screen.

I was on the verge of tears. We don't have any money, we don't
have any credit. Neither of our families has any money either,
even if we could ask them, and we can't. They were so mad at us
for getting married right after graduation that we aren't even
talking to our parents.

I looked at Mr. Cole and said, "We don't have any money. We just
got out of school. I haven't found a job yet. We are living on
meatloaf and spaghetti. We don't have $15,000. We have no way of
getting it. We are poor, our families are poor. We don't have any
credit."

"Then you need to come with us and work this out with Mr.
Nolan."

I looked at Jon. I was scared of these men and I didn't want to
go anywhere with them. I could see that he felt the same way, but
what choice did we have? These didn't look like the kind of
people that called the police when they had a problem. They
looked like the kind of people that solved their own problems.

"You should have had this conversation two weeks ago," the large
man said stonily, "you would have been in a lot less trouble if
you had."

We didn't have much choice. Jon shut off the TV and VCR and we
followed them out. Jon locked the door and we went out to the
parking lot. Jon asked them where we were going, in case we got
separated. They didn't answer. They just opened the back door of
their car and motioned us inside. Again, they weren't offering us
any choices. We sat in the back and held hands while Mr. Nash,
who had yet to utter a word, drove. 

We ended up back at the club and parked right beside the Rolls
Royce. They got out and held the back doors for us and as I
walked by the Rolls I noticed the scratches on the door and
fender for the first time. How could I have not known that I was
doing that?!

Mr. Cole led, I followed, then Jon and finally Mr. Nash. Like we
could make a break for it or something!

We approached a large booth in the corner where a dozen people
were sitting. When we approached they looked up and everyone
stared at Jon and me. It was obvious who was in charge. The large
man in the Hawaiian shirt had been the center of attention as we
approached. Now, as we stood at the table everyone was silent and
the large man in the loud shirt was glowering at us.

He made a motion with his hand and everyone on one side of him
stood up so that he could slide out of the booth. We followed him
back to his soundproofed office in the back. 

As soon as the door was closed Mr. Cole introduced us to Mr.
Nolan. 

Mr. Nolan walked around his desk and sat down. He looked at us,
mostly at me. Nobody said anything for a long time and then Mr.
Nolan said, "I assume, since you are here, that you did not give
my associates a check for the money you owe me. Does that mean
that you don't feel that you owe it to me?"

Jon and I looked at each other. Jon said, "No sir, but I swear we
didn't know we had scratched the side of your car. And the
scratch on your fender was so small. We just....."

Jon wound down; there really wasn't anything he could say.

"So you admit that you owe me the money, I must assume then that
you don't have it. When could you have it? Keep in mind I charge
an exorbitant interest rate."

"Mr. Nolan," Jon said, "I only make $22,000 a year. My wife
hasn't started a job yet, but we think she's got one starting
soon. She just interviewed with a place in town and she thinks
they are going to hire her. But right now we are just scraping
by. We just got out of school and just got married and, to be
blunt, we ain't got shit."

"I guess you haven't heard of me, have you?" Mr. Nolan asked.

We both shook our heads. I was getting scared now, very scared. I
could tell that Jon was too.

"I am not one of those people that are known for being
litigious," he continued. "I don't take people to court. Instead,
I make examples out of them. Do you have any questions about what
I mean?"

I was crying now. It sounded like we were about to be killed and
dumped in a river somewhere. Jon said, "Mr. Nolan, all of this is
my fault. You can do what you want to me, but please, let Toni
go. I am the one that scratched your paint and drove away."

Before I could interject the truth, Mr. Nolan reached for a
remote control on his large plasma television and turned it on,
and then we saw the tape again, in high definition this time. I
was so embarrassed, they all could see my breasts and my butt and
the lust on my face. What they were looking at though, was my
heels scraping the paint, not my breasts.

Nobody spoke as we watched for a minute or two, then he pushed
another button and it fast forwarded to us backing out of the
space. On this large screen in high definition we could plainly
see where I caused Jon to swerve and hit the Rolls. We continued
to watch and it was obvious that Jon wanted to do the right thing
and I was urging him to leave.

"Mr. Roberts, you are chivalrous, but you are a liar. It is
apparent that your young wife is responsible for nearly all of
this damage and for you then making the wrong decision and
driving away. It is inconceivable to me that she was not aware
that her heels were gouging the side of my car."

I collapsed to my knees and sobbed, "Please don't kill us! I
didn't mean to scratch your car."

Mr. Nolan looked at both of us like we were bugs and he was just
trying to decide how to crush us. He snapped at me to shut up and
get on my feet. I instantly rose and stood on shaky legs and
tried to stop crying.

Mr. Nolan backed up the tape, back to the part where Jon was
making love to me and I was so exposed. He paused the tape there
and looked at it for a while. Then he looked at us for a minute.


The suspense was unbearable. Finally he spoke. "I think I have a
way for you to get out of this alive. And I won't even charge you
any interest."

"We'll do it!" I said quickly. I didn't even care what it was. I
just wanted us to live. And I knew that he was right, this was
mostly my fault. It wasn't fair that Jon should pay for what I
did.

"You better wait and hear what my offer is. You owe me $15,000. I
would have been pissed if you had done the honorable thing, but
you didn't. I had to find you. Now I am furious. Here is my
proposal. Mr. Roberts, it would take you an entire year to repay
me if you gave me every penny you earned after all of the
standard deductions from your paycheck. Since you, Mrs. Roberts,
do not have a job, and since you are the one most responsible, I
am proposing that you will pay off the debt at a rate of $5,000 a
month by serving me."

"Not working for me, you understand. You will basically be my
slave. And you better believe I am going to get my money's worth.
You will still live at home, sometimes. But most of your time
will be spent with me or the person or persons of my choosing.
Your duties will primarily be of a sexual nature. You will not be
allowed to say no to anything, or to anyone. You will have a very
hard time of it. The only two things that you might find to be
grateful for are that I won't charge you interest. If I did it
would take you a year to pay me back. And, you will live to not
be able to talk about it. You have one minute, decide."

Jon shouted out, "You're insane! We won't agree to that! We're
leaving."

Jon grabbed my hand and started for the door. The two goons were
blocking the door so we came to a stop before we had taken two
steps. 

I heard Mr. Nolan say, "Alright boys, take them out."

The two goons started toward us and I wheeled around and sobbed,
"No! Wait! I'll do it!"

Jon grabbed me and said, "You don't know what you're saying Toni!
Did you hear what you'll have to do?"

"Jon," I sobbed quietly, "they are going to kill us. Do you want
to die?"

Jon was crying now too. I had never seen Jon cry. It was
horrible.

I turned back to Mr. Nolan and said, "Please Mr. Nolan, I'll do
what you want. I will be your slave for three months."

"I don't know if you can handle it little girl. All this crying
is already getting on my nerves."

I wiped my eyes and I said, "It will be hard for me. I have only
been with Jon and I am very shy, but I don't want to die. And I
don't want Jon to die because of my mistakes. Please, give me a
chance."

"Okay," he said. "Take your clothes off."

Jon did something behind me, something they apparently thought he
shouldn't do. I heard them punch him. I heard the air go out of
him and he slumped to the floor. They picked him up and tossed
him into a chair and ordered him not to move. Mr. Nash grabbed
his hair and held his head up so that he would be sure to see
what was happening.

I took a deep breath and slipped my shoes off and pushed them
away. Then I pulled off my tank top and dropped it in a nearby
chair. My nipples hardened instantly, from the air conditioning I
suppose.

I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them and my underwear off
together and picked them up and put them in the chair with my
top.

"Turn around, slowly," he ordered.

I obeyed, careful not to look at Jon as I faced that direction.

When I was facing Mr. Nolan again he wiggled his finger at me and
I walked around his desk on shaking legs to stand in front him.
He had turned his chair to face me and he pulled me forward so
that I straddled one of his large legs. He explored my body for a
few moments, squeezing and pinching my breasts and then exploring
my vagina.

He pushed a couple of fingers into me. Noting how dry I was he
said, "You are really going to hate your work here if you can't
lube that little cunt up."

"I'll try," I said, stupid as it sounds. "I am sorry." 

I was apologizing for not getting aroused by his cruel prelude to
rape! Jon was the only man who had seen me naked and now I was
naked in front of three strangers. It was not exciting. I was
terrified!

Mr. Nolan pushed me to my knees and stood up. He dropped his
pants and his underwear and ordered me to suck his cock.

I had figured I could stand letting Mr. Nolan fuck me for three
months. At least I could stand it better than I could stand being
killed. I hadn't thought it out much beyond that. 

"Of course, guys like to get blowjobs!" I thought to myself. "I
will probably have to do this often!" And he wasn't going to let
me suck for a minute or two and then let me get up. I knew that
lots of girls let men cum in their mouths, but just thinking
about it was enough to make me gag. I just had to keep reminding
myself of the alternative.

I reached out and gently scooped his soft, fat organ into my
hand. I leaned forward and kissed it and licked it like I would
for Jon. 

He looked over at his two goons and said, "Are you guys watching
this?! This fucking cunt doesn't have a clue!"

I blushed even more furiously when I heard them chuckle. I didn't
want to know that they were watching. I put my lips over the head
of his cock and when I had the head and a little of the shaft in
my mouth I started sucking on it gently, like I did for Jon.

He ordered me to put my hands behind my back. I did, but it was
difficult to stay bent over his crotch that way. It turns out I
didn't know how difficult things were going to be. 

Mr. Nolan grabbed my head with both of his large hands and pulled
my head down forcefully until the head of his cock was forced to
the back of my throat. I started gagging and tried to fight back
with my arms but one of his goons came up behind me and grabbed
my arms and I was helpless. 

Mr. Nolan lifted my head until just the head of his fat cock was
in my mouth and then pulled my head down again. I was having
trouble breathing. I was gagging and crying hysterically and I
was totally helpless.

Mr. Nolan finally achieved his goal on the fourth or fifth
attempt and his cock slid right down my throat. I was desperate
for air and I struggled to get free, but with my arms held high
behind my back and my head in this monster's firm grip I was
unable to defend myself at all.

Just before I blacked out from lack of oxygen he pulled my head
up and I gasped for air. He only allowed me a second of air
before he pulled my head down and forced his cock into my throat
again. It seemed to last forever. I was sure that he had damaged
my throat. I was ignoring the pain in my shoulders as the man
behind me held my arms at such a sharp angle that my shoulders
were just on the verge of dislocating. I could only concentrate
on gasping for air.

I was so relieved when he finally started filling my mouth with
his cum that I didn't even gag. He warned me not to spill any and
I tried to swallow every drop. There was a little run off through
my nostrils when I had been choking for breath, but he allowed me
to scoop that up and swallow it and didn't punish me for
disobeying, this time.

Both men released me and I fell to the floor at his feet, still
gasping for air. He asked Mr. Cole, the man who had been holding
my arms, if I was still bone dry.

Mr. Cole reached down and grabbed one of my legs and lifted it in
the air. I was suddenly flat on my back with my legs spread wide
and one of them suspended in the air in his steel grip.

"Looks pretty dry," he commented. Then he bent down and stuck a
long, fat finger roughly into my vagina. I grunted in pain as he
wiggled it around a little and said, "A little damp, might just
be sweat."

Mr. Norton said, "I need to rest up a few minutes before I fuck
her cunt. You boys want some head?"

Mr. Nash spoke for the first time this evening. "Does the Pope
shit in the woods?!"

I looked over at Jon and saw that he must have tried to come to
my aid when that prick was raping my mouth. He had a large red
mark on his face, there was blood dripping from his nose, and he
was holding his arm. I hoped it wasn't broken.

I didn't resist as Mr. Cole pulled me to my knees again and
ordered me to get his cock out. I opened his zipper and tried to
pull it out, but it was too large and already very hard. I had to
unfasten his pants and pull them and his shorts down to his
knees. 

His cock was right in my face and I reached out to hold it but he
slapped my hand away. I opened my mouth and took as much of him
into my mouth as I could. I moved my head up and down forcefully
and tried to force the head of his cock into my throat. I knew
that was his intention. But I just couldn't do it. I was already
so sore.

He knew I could do it with a little help, though. He grabbed my
head and moved it up and down the way he wanted. He ordered me to
grab the back of his thighs with my hands and hold on. Then he
started forcing his cock down my throat. It was just as hard as
it had been the first time. His cock was not as fat, but it was
longer. Just like with Mr. Nolan, it took four or five strokes
before his cock slid down my throat. But I had gotten a little
practice learning to breathe while choking on a cock so it was
not quite as traumatic as the first time had been. 

Mr. Cole must be popular with the ladies, because he had a lot of
staying power. I was almost grateful when I was distracted by Mr.
Nolan reaching between my legs and toying with my vagina. Not
that it felt good, but he was very rough and I appreciated the
distraction. 

Mr. Cole said, "Here it comes, cunt. You ready for a nice big
snack?"

Unlike Mr. Nolan, Mr. Cole held my face pressed tightly to his
stomach when he came and I didn't even taste it. It all went
straight down into my stomach. I was nearly asphyxiated, but at
least I didn't taste his nasty cum.

He finally pulled out and let me breath for a moment before his
associate, Mr. Nash approached with his cock in his hand. 

I was still being groped and pawed by Mr. Nolan, and as I took
Mr. Nash into my mouth I heard him chuckle and say, "Boys, I
think she is finally getting into it. She is juicing up just fine
now. I guess the pump just needed priming."

I put my hands behind Mr. Nash's thighs and fought to take him
down my throat. I was amazed at myself when after a couple of
strokes I had my lips stretched around the base of his cock. Mr.
Nash didn't hold my head. He leaned back and watched as I raped
my mouth on his cock for him. Thankfully he wasn't as long
lasting as Mr. Cole and in fifteen minutes or so I felt his hands
on my head as he pulled my head back and he finished off by
beating his meat into my mouth. 

This time I got the full effect. My mouth was full to overflowing
by the time he stopped coming. I was afraid I was going to spill
some when he finally pulled his cock from my mouth. It took
several swallows, but I finally managed to get all of his slime
down my throat. 

My throat and my jaw were so sore I didn't think I could talk. I
fought against the tears, and just knelt in place waiting for the
next indignity. 

Mr. Nash put his clothing back together and then he patted my
head. His hand wandered down and massaged my breast for a moment,
and then he squeezed the nipple, hard, and pulled so that I
thought he was trying to pull me to my feet. I squealed in pain
and he laughed and stood up. He walked back over and stood behind
Jon. 

Mr. Nolan stood up and pulled me to my feet. He walked me around
to the front of his desk and pushed me down over it on my back.
He lifted my legs up so that my ankles were almost touching my
ears. Then he pressed his cock against my now damp slit and
forced himself slowly into me. I just lay on my back staring at
the ceiling while he fucked me. I felt his eyes on me. I felt him
watching the way my breasts were swinging wildly with the brutal
motion of his fucking. I imagine he was waiting for me to get
aroused. Hoping my body would betray me as he pounded his fat
cock into my once private orifice. I was not aroused in the
least. 

He fucked me for a long time. I wasn't about to thank him out
loud, but I was grateful that he had taken the time to get some
lube flowing in my slit before he took me. He has an unusually
fat cock. Well, I have only seen one before today, but it seemed
very fat to me.

He finally reached around my legs and grabbed my tits and
squeezed hard as he tensed up and shot another load of cum into
my body. Then he rested for a minute before pulling out. When he
stepped back I dropped my legs and he pulled me off his desk and
forced his cock into my mouth. The smell and the taste were
disgusting. I fought to keep from vomiting. I had an idea I would
really regret it if I did that. 

At last he pulled his pants up and pointed to the door that led
to his private restroom. I went in and cleaned up. I took my
time. I wasn't anxious to go back out there. I sat on the toilet
and let his cum leak out. I cleaned myself as best I could before
rinsing out my mouth with water from the tap several times.

Finally I went back out into the office. Everyone was dressed now
and I was hoping that we could leave. Mr. Nolan tossed me my
panties and ordered me to put them on. When I had, he walked out
of the office and his henchmen took Jon and me and pulled us
after him. I was pulled right out into the club in only my
panties!

There were hundreds of people in the room. And a large number of
them noticed. The ones that didn't soon had me pointed out to
them. Now this wasn't a strip club or a topless place. This was
just a normal dance club. There was a band playing and there were
couples everywhere you looked. I thought what I had just done in
the office was embarrassing!

Mr. Nolan led the way back over to the table where he had been
sitting when we came in. He waived several people out and he slid
in. His friends slid back in and then I was pushed down on the
end of the seat, so that I was nearest the crowd and on plain
display. Mr. Cole and Mr. Nash sat at an empty table nearby with
Jon.

I glanced at the people at the table. I was humiliated, but I was
curious about their reaction. There were several women at the
table and hopefully someone would be offended at a woman in
panties joining the party. No such luck.

They all seemed to know who I was and why I was here. They made
crude comments and jokes about me and Mr. Nolan sat and told
them, in detail, what had just happened to me. 

I was sitting with just my right buttock on the padded bench.
That was all that there was room for. The man that I was squeezed
up against looked me over and then he put his arm around me and
his hand fell over my breast. He grabbed it and pawed it, much to
the amusement of everyone, even the women at the table. 

He asked me how I liked being a slave so far.

I didn't know what to say. Of course I hated it! I didn't dare
say that though. I looked at Mr. Nolan and he was waiting for my
answer. I tried to speak but could only rasp out, "It's fine." I
couldn't even talk. 

Everyone laughed at my discomfort and my humiliation. I tried to
be as inconspicuous as possible as I sat on the edge of the
bench. I knew that people were staring at me. Things were about
to get worse.

The band had been on break, now they were starting up again. As
soon as they started one of the men at the table got up and asked
me to dance. I shook my head 'no' and tried to shy away from him.


Mr. Nolan snapped at me, "You stupid cunt! Have you forgotten the
rules already? I know you're blonde, but shit, it was less than
an hour ago I told you the damned rules!"

"Oh shit!! I can't say no!" I thought, panic washing over me. 

"I'm sorry Mr. Nolan. I forgot. I won't forget again, I
promise."

I stood up and let the man lead me to the well lit dance floor in
only my panties. As we walked away I heard everyone at the table
laughing loudly at my misery.

The man pulled me into the middle of the dance floor and the
crowd couldn't believe their eyes. They immediately cleared a
circle around us and watched as we danced. I was trying to dance
as sedately as possible to keep from exposing too much, and too
keep the shaking of my exposed flesh to a minimum. Until he
pulled me close and warned me that I had best start dancing like
he knew I could, and he wanted to see a smile.

I tried to force a smile on my face. I knew I wasn't fooling
anyone though. But I concentrated on my dancing. I tried to dance
like I did two weeks ago. The guys, and a lot of the girls that
were surrounding us, were cheering and whistling. As long as I
concentrated on the music and the dancing it wasn't so bad.

We danced through three fast songs and then a slow song started.
The man pulled me close and we danced with one hand holding my
breast and one hand inside my panties holding my ass.

Halfway through the song, someone cut in. He had seen how my last
partner had held me and he held me the same way. I saw the man
that had brought me out here walking back to the table. I was
kept on the floor for the next two hours or so. I was felt up and
kissed and rubbed up against by just about every male in the
club. At some point someone pulled my panties off. I started to
object, but remembered my rules just in time. I can't say no to
anyone. I never actually had sex out on the dance floor, but I
did everything else.

The club finally closed. I was totally exhausted. I had been
dancing for nearly three hours steady. I was also dying of
thirst. The dance floor finally emptied and I walked back over to
the table. A couple of people had left, but most of them were
watching and waiting. 

Mr. Nolan said, "You are a pretty hot dancer. I should open up a
strip joint with you as the only dancer!"

I was afraid to speak, but I had to have a drink. Finally I spoke
up, "Please Mr. Nolan, I need a drink bad."

He smiled at me and said, "Sure hon, what do you want?"

"Water sir, please," I croaked. My throat was still sore from my
earlier deepthroat lessons.

Mr. Nolan spoke to the guy on the end of the bench and he walked
over to the bar. He came right back with a bowl of water and set
it in the center of the table they were crowded around. I was
ordered to get up on the table and drink out of the bowl.

At this point I had very little dignity left. My need for water
far outweighed the loss of dignity. Besides, I didn't dare say
no.

I crawled up on the table while everyone grabbed their drinks and
held onto the table to keep it from falling over. Mr. Nolan slid
the bowl closer to his end of the table so that my head was right
in front of him as I lapped the water up. While I drank it, it
felt like everyone at the table was feeling me up.

It was difficult to drink like this. I lapped up enough water to
tide me over until I could get to a glass, or even a faucet. I
raised my head and thanked him for the water. He patted me on my
head and said, "I am nice to my slaves, as long as they do as
they are told."

He called his goons over from the next table and instructed them
to stretch me out on the table beside them on my back. When I was
in position he offered me to the men at his table. There were a
half a dozen of them and two of them immediately stood up and one
started fucking my pussy while the other took my mouth. Everyone
had been drinking and they were all pretty rough. My breasts got
a lot of abuse before they were done. When they had all fucked my
mouth or my pussy they returned to their seats and then I was
offered to the six men in the band.

I was getting pretty messy by this time and Mr. Nolan yelled at
one of the bartenders to toss a bar rag over. It landed nearby
and they used it to wipe up my thighs and my drooling slit. Then
it started all over again with the band. After the band had
enough I took care of all of the bartenders and the waiters. 

I was finally sent to the ladies room to clean up. Mr. Cole said
he didn't want me staining the upholstery in his car. I rushed to
the ladies room and first I drank mouthfuls of water from the
sink faucet. Then I sat on the toilet and let the huge reservoir
of cum drain out of me. Finally I washed myself with dampened
paper towels. Before I went back out I stuffed some toilet paper
inside my sore pussy, I didn't want to get in trouble for
staining the car seat.

When I got back out to the table the only ones left were Mr.
Nolan and his two goons and Jon. I stood at the table and waited
for what was next. 

Mr. Nolan said, "Mr. Nash is going to take you home now. He will
pick you up tomorrow at two in the afternoon. When he gets there
you are be standing by the door naked and ready to go, showered
and smelling nice. And get rid of that hair around your snatch. I
like my pussy bald. 

As I started out, following Jon and Mr. Nash he yelled after me,
"Remember, you don't ever say no to anyone. You will be tested."

Before we got to the door I asked Mr. Nash about my clothes. He
tossed me my shoes and said, "That's all you need."

He didn't open the door for us this time. He unlocked the doors
with the key fob and we started to climb in back. He stopped me
and made me get in front. As soon as we were out of the parking
lot he pulled my face into his lap and I sucked his cock all of
the way home. 

When we got to the house he hadn't cum yet so he sent Jon on
ahead and leaned back and let me finish. Then he handed me a
piece of paper and told me to write down my sizes. When I handed
the paper back to him he said, "Okay, you can go in now. You will
walk at a normal pace. It is early in the morning and there is
probably nobody around, but if you see someone you just act like
you have clothes on and keep going. I will be watching until you
get inside."

I got out and started walking to my apartment. It seemed a lot
further now that I was naked. I managed to get inside without
running into anyone and I closed and locked the door. 

I didn't see Jon at first. Then I heard him in the kitchen, bent
over getting our only bottle of booze out from under the sink. I
went to him and hugged him and begged him to forgive me. He
groaned in pain when I touched his arm and I moved back and asked
him if it was broken.

"Not sure," he said, in obvious pain. He looked worse than me.
His nose and his eye were swollen and red and his arm was hanging
limp at his side. I got him a cold cloth for his face and then I
cut his ratty old t-shirt off. I asked him if he could move his
arm and he could, but not very much. I tried to get him to go to
the emergency room but he refused. I made him a drink and he
gulped it down. Then I brought him some ice water and some
aspirin. I had some too.

"Jon," I said, "I am so sorry. All of this is my fault. I guess
after what you saw today our marriage is pretty much over. It's
okay. I understand. I brought it on myself."

He grinned, a lopsided, goofy grin, and said, "Bull shit! You
certainly had something to do with the mess we got into, but I am
the one that made love to you in the parking lot, and I am the
one that scratched the asshole's bumper. I am also the one that
didn't protect my wife when three men were raping her in the
office of that club. I need to get hold of Tucker and borrow his
gun and take those assholes out."

"You can't do that honey. Even if you were to kill them we
wouldn't be free. You would be in jail forever. I couldn't stand
that. We can't call the police either. I was told what would
happen if we did. Jon, for the next three months I have to do
what that man says, or at least for as long as I can stand it.
You can't get me out of this."
"Then let's pack up and get the hell out!" Jon said, desperate
for a solution. 

"How far are we going to get on twelve dollars," I asked. "Honey,
you have seen what kind of people they are. They kill people.
They kill people as an example to other people, or just because
they want to."

He had slumped down and closed his eyes for a minute, when he
finally looked at me again his gaze traveled over my still naked
body. "God damn you are beautiful, Toni. I saw all that shit they
did to you tonight but you look as good as you did on our wedding
day. If my arm and my face didn't hurt so damned bad I'd be all
over your sexy ass."

I smiled at him and said, "There is one thing we can do that we
haven't done before and it won't hurt you at all."

I reached for his pants and started unfastening them. I had never
really given him a blowjob. But I was an expert at it now. I
could do that for him.

He stopped me and said, "No honey, I am not going to be one more
man to take advantage of you tonight. I am not that kind of
guy."

I kissed him and smiled at him and said, "I know you aren't
silly. You are sweet and caring and loving and I love you more
than life itself. But I have sucked off more than a dozen men
tonight that I either despised or at the very least didn't know
from Adam. I think this might make me feel better about myself.

Then I pushed his hand out of the way and went back to removing
his pants. I pulled his cock, the cock I love, out of his pants
and kissed it and licked it, the way I did those few times
before. He loved it when I did that, but I had always been
reluctant. Then I wet my lips and slid them slowly down his
shaft. 

He had gone from soft to hard almost instantly. I took him into
my throat like I had done to so many other men tonight. In less
time than he had ever taken to cum before, I felt him start to
shoot his load into my mouth for the very first time. I pulled
back just enough so that I would catch it all in my mouth and
when he was all done I swallowed it gladly. Then I rested my head
in his lap. 

He ran his hand gently down my back and I said, "I am sorry I
didn't do that sooner. Now that I have had so much practice it
isn't so bad. In fact, I liked doing it for you." 

I sat up and pulled his pants and his shoes off and we were both
naked. I went and got him another drink and made one for myself.
We sipped our drinks and sat close. His arm hurt too much for him
to hold me though.

There wasn't much more to say after that. We sat on the couch
naked. We had never done that before. When our drinks were done
we went to the bedroom. I put some deep heating rub on his arm
and wrapped it in an Ace bandage and then I took a shower. 

On the way to bed I realized the light was still on in the
kitchen and I went out to turn it off. I noticed Jon's pants and
shoes in the living room and picked them up to put in the dirty
clothes. I got a big surprise when I picked them up. The inside
of his shorts was soaked. At first I thought he might have wet
his pants. It wasn't that though. It was sticky, and I recognized
the smell, and there was a lot of it! I suddenly realized that
Jon had gotten turned on watching what had happened to me
tonight!

I didn't think that was possible. There must be some other
explanation. Jon was the sweetest, nicest, kindest man I had ever
met. Surely he couldn't become aroused watching his wife being
gang raped in a club! 

At first my discovery made me mad, then sad. I thought about it
though and I realized that if he could be aroused by what I was
forced to do, maybe he could live with it too. Maybe he wouldn't
kill someone. Maybe he would be able to look at me three months
from now and hold me and say, "Thank god it's over, I love you,
let's get back to normal." Oh god I hope so!




The next morning I heard him moving around and I helped him get
ready for work. He said his arm was a little better, but it
didn't seem like it to me. The ice pack had helped his face and
the swelling had gone down a little. I made him a lunch and
helped him take a shower and get dressed. I didn't know how he
expected to work like this. 

After he left I finally felt like I could cry. I didn't want him
to see how I felt. I opened up the flood gates as soon as I saw
the car pull out of the parking lot. I cried myself back to
sleep. When I finally woke up it was almost ten. I had slept for
nearly two hours! I picked up our glasses from last night and put
the rum away. We hadn't eaten breakfast so that was all there was
to do around the house.

I went in and shaved off my pubic hair as ordered. I didn't have
a lot. I have, or until today I had, a very light colored patch
of sparsely spaced, fine, blonde pubic hair. After I had removed
it, I took a shower. 

I dried off and fixed my hair and put on a little lipstick and
deodorant, that was it. I was ready and I still had two hours to
wait. I didn't feel like reading, I didn't think I would be able
to concentrate. So I turned on the TV and ran through the
channels. We can't afford cable or satellite, so all we have is
the local channels. In other words, nothing was on. I started to
turn it off when I remembered the video in the VCR.

I turned the power on, pressed play and watched Jon making love
to me. I watched it and rewound it, and then watched it again,
over and over. I saw the romance and the sweetness and I wondered
if we could ever be like that again. Oh well, it served one
purpose. When my ride arrived I would not have a dry pussy. 

At ten minutes before two I went to stand by the door and watched
out the window. I saw the car pull up in about five minutes. Mr.
Nash was driving. I couldn't see from this angle if he was alone
or not. 

We live on the second floor of the apartment building and all of
the apartments open up onto a long, narrow, concrete walkway with
a railing of metal pipe that leads to the stairs at either end. 

I watched Mr. Nash lock his car and go to the stairs and come
down the walkway and I opened the door as he got to my apartment.
He stepped inside and looked me over. 

"Looks like you are none the worse for wear after last night," he
said. It was obvious that he didn't really care. He reached out
and put a couple of thick fingers at the entrance to my pussy and
said, "Slide up and down on those for a minute, let's see how
well you tightened up."

I looked at him first, to make sure that he was serious, and then
I pushed my pussy against his fingers. It was harder than I
thought it would be, but just as degrading. I slid my pussy up
and down on his fingers until he pulled them out and held them
up.

"Well, I guess you tightened up alright, and look at this,
soaking wet! Were you looking forward to this afternoon
darling?"

"No sir."

He made me suck his fingers clean, and then he asked, "You care
to explain how you got this wet if you weren't looking forward to
this afternoon?"

I explained that I had watched the tape they had brought with
them last night, several times. 

He grinned and said, "Well, at least I know that there is
something that turns you on. I would hate to think that a bitch
as pretty as you was frigid."

He pushed me to my knees and pulled his cock out and said, "Let's
see if you remember what you learned last night."

I was kneeling naked, right in front of the window, but I knew
better than to complain. I had no doubt that if I said anything
he would open the curtains, or something equally embarrassing. 

I put my hands behind his thighs and held on. Then I took his
semi hard cock into my mouth and started sucking. As soon as it
was hard I started taking more and more of it into my mouth until
finally I felt it go down, just like all of those cocks had last
night. I was actually relieved that I could do it, because it was
so much worse when they forced me.

I sucked him while he leaned back against the door and watched
me. I had assumed that I would be doing this again this afternoon
and I had taken some Tylenol and sprayed my throat with a sore
throat spray. So for all kinds of reasons it was better than it
had been last night. He let me do all the work until he was ready
to cum and then he grabbed my head and pulled me up and down
rapidly on his swelling cock. The first spurt landed against the
roof of my mouth, but the rest all went right into my throat. 

As he held my face against his stomach I suddenly realized that I
could breathe! I could breathe through my nose. I don't know why
I hadn't been able to last night, panic?

I felt his cock go soft in my mouth. At last he pulled out of my
mouth and made me lick him clean. Then he straightened out his
clothes and ordered me to go rinse out my mouth with mouth wash.
It made me wonder if he had just done something he wasn't
supposed to do. I guess he knew that if he had I wasn't going to
say anything. I would pay the price in the end if I did.

As I was walking back out to the living room he asked me where my
keys were. I got them out of my purse and he took them. Then he
pulled me out the door, naked!

I pleaded with him in a whisper. But he ignored me. He took his
time and locked my door, then he said, "Come on," and headed for
the stairs at a leisurely pace. 

The first person I saw was the mailman. He was on the way to
someone's apartment with a package. He came to a complete stop
and stared with his mouth wide open as I squeezed by him. Then
Mr. Harvey on the end opened his door just as I got to it and he
got that same look in his face. He rushed out after I had gone by
and followed me down the stairs. He was calling after me, "Mrs.
Roberts! What's wrong? Are you okay?" 

Mr. Nash stopped a little more than halfway down the stairs and
waited for me to calm Mr. Harvey down. I didn't know what to say
to him. There was no way to explain this. I stood there with him
staring at my tits and said, "It's alright Mr. Harvey. I am fine.
This is just something I have to do." What else could I say?

We walked out to the car then, with Mr. Harvey still following. I
had to wait while Mr. Nash took his time and used his key to
unlock my door, even though I knew he had a key fob. Then,
finally I was able to slide into the seat and close the door. I
looked around and I saw at least a half a dozen people that had
seen me. I just slumped down in my seat and closed my eyes and
tried to take deep breaths.

I didn't pay any attention to where we were going. I assumed it
was back to the club. When I finally looked around I noticed that
we were in an area of widely spaced luxury homes. I noticed Mr.
Nolan's Rolls in a driveway ahead and we pulled in behind it. I
looked around before I opened the door. I saw some people doing
yard work down the street, but there didn't seem to be anyone
around that was close enough to see me.

I followed Mr. Nash around the side of the house and through a
gate into a beautiful back yard with a huge pool. I looked around
the back yard and saw Mr. Nolan and a half a dozen men of various
descriptions. They looked up as we approached and watched me walk
up and stand beside Mr. Nolan. 

Mr. Nolan looked at my shaved pussy and said, "Good job." Then he
put a finger inside me and said to one of the other men, "Yeah
chuck, she tightened right up. I told you she'd be okay in the
morning."

One of the other men called me over and I moved over to stand
beside him. He was an average looking man. He looked to be about
mid forties, dark hair, nothing out of the ordinary. He could
have been an accountant.

He, too, put a finger inside me and then he looked up at me and
asked, "I am told you are just eighteen, is that right?"

I said, "Yes sir."

He continued, "I understand that last night you had a bunch of
firsts. The first time you tasted cum, the first time you danced
naked in public, the first time you deep throated a dick, the
first time you fucked a black man, a lot of firsts. Is that
right?"

"Yes sir," I said, embarrassed that they all knew that about me.


"But you still have some firsts left in you don't you? You still
have a cherry ass don't you?" he continued to pry into my sexual
history in front of his friends.

"Yes sir." 

"I bet you have never made a movie, or been tied up and fucked
hard. Shoot girl, I bet you have never even fucked a dog!"

I looked at him in horror, and then I glanced over to see Mr.
Nolan smiling in pleasure at my discomfort.

When he saw me look at him he asked me, "How do you think I am
going to get the money out of your ass to pay for my car repairs,
hon? You are going to make some movies, special movies. Don't you
worry though; I intend to be fair about this. I am a hard man,
but I am honest. If I recoup my $15,000 before your three months
is served I will cut you loose. You have my word."

I didn't know whether to believe him or not, I was having trouble
dealing with the idea of having sex with a dog. He didn't sound
like he had been kidding.

Mr. Nolan turned to Mr. Nash and said, "Get her set up."

Mr. Nash led me to an elaborate, padded bench and I was ordered
to lie down on my back. While he was strapping my wrists and
ankles to the legs of the bench Mr. Nash said, "Don't worry cunt,
no animals today, just a bunch of horny old men. While you are
laying here paying off your debt I am going to go get some
duplicates made from your house key."

"After today, from time to time, a man or men may come to your
door at anytime and just walk in. It could be three in the
morning and they might be staggering drunk. That doesn't matter.
You do whatever they want to do for as long as they want to do
it. Mr. Nolan only has one way of handling complaints. You
wouldn't like it."

He had me strapped down on all four corners now. Before he stood
up he said, "Don't worry, nobody is going to fuck your ass today.
They are going to save that for a movie. You're going to be a
star. Bet you're excited." He leaned down and took a quick bite
of my nipple and then he left.

The men gathered around me. They all had drinks in their hands
and nobody seemed to be in a hurry. They stepped up to me, one or
two at a time, and ran their hands over me. Most of them were
gentle, but a couple of them seemed to enjoy making it hurt.

I wasn't looking forward to this. After last night though, the
idea of having to satisfy six men, well, seven with Mr. Nolan,
just didn't seem so intimidating. When I realized that fact I was
surprised at myself. Such a big change in less than twenty-four
hours!

Soon one of the men stepped out of his pants and stood between my
wide stretched legs. He slid his cock up and down my freshly
shaved pussy and watched me. I shivered at his touch. I wasn't
sure why. It could have been revulsion or fear. I couldn't
possibly be getting excited. 

The others just stood around watching as he lined his dick up
with my damp slit and started to slowly push it in, very slowly,
a little at a time. I watched his face and I could see that he
was really savoring the sensations of my hot, tight pussy as he
sank all the way into me.

Once he had his cock buried in my pussy, he held it there for a
while and described the sensations to his friends. It certainly
was degrading, but it was also quite complimentary. 

One of the other men finally stood at my head. I had been holding
my head up to watch what they were doing. He pushed my head down
and it hung down against the padded rail underneath me. I was in
just about the same position that I had been in when they put me
on that table at the club last night, except that now my head was
supported by a padded bench. I wasn't sure if that was a good
thing or a bad thing. I could see how it could go either way. 

The man at my head had already dropped his pants and I could see
that he was rapidly getting hard. He rubbed his cock over my face
and then pressed it against my lips. I was prepared to suck his
cock, but I never got the chance. As soon as he was past my teeth
he plunged into my throat violently and started fucking my face,
obviously enjoying my pain. It was horrible. It was a good thing
I had the padding behind my head though. He was so violent that
he might have broken my neck!

I felt the man in my pussy start fucking, and it might have been
almost pleasant if I wasn't afraid that this bastard in my mouth
was going to tear something. 

I was extremely thankful when he shot a thin, watery load of cum
into my mouth and pulled out quickly. I would have liked to have
started out slower than that. My throat was already as sore as it
had been when I left the club last night.

As he pulled away from my face I noticed two things that
concerned me. The first was that someone had a large,
professional looking camera, and was recording everything. The
other thing I noticed was that it was no longer seven men in the
back yard. Now there were twice that many and as I was counting
heads I saw two more men enter through the side gate.

The man that was fucking my pussy came and stayed in me until he
was soft. Then he came around and made me suck him clean. While I
was doing that I felt something on my pussy and then another
penetration. 

It went on all afternoon and evening. I guess Mr. Nolan doesn't
live here, because he left at around four or five PM to go to his
club. It was hard to tell what time it was because of the
position I was in. 

I wasn't lonely though. I had cocks in me, usually two at a time,
until well after midnight. Finally there were less than a dozen
men left and they were leaving me alone. I guess I had worn them
all out. 

I was stiff and sore and wanted so much to get up. I had been
unable to move for nearly twelve hours now. 

I glanced around when I heard the gate open and saw Mr. Nolan
coming back to the party. Someone handed him a drink and he went
over and sat down. He said, "Everyone ready?"

They all said that they were. I wasn't sure that I was. Someone
came over and stuck a pole into a slot on the side of my bench.
Then they reached underneath my butt and pulled out a large
canister. It was full of a liquid, and when the guy hung it by my
head I realized instantly what it was. The smell was
overwhelming. I had a bad feeling about this. 

The camera was in close now and the man at my head stuck a rubber
mouth piece between my lips and taped it in place. I tried to
shake my head. I wanted to beg them to stop. Suddenly my tits
were on fire. I screamed through the rubber mouth piece and saw
Mr. Nolan standing over me glowering. 

"You stupid cunt!" he yelled. "What is the word you can't say?!
Don't you ever let me see you shake your head again! Do you
understand me?"

I nodded my head violently. Anything had to be better than being
whipped across my tits with a folded over leather belt.

He looked at me for a few seconds and said, "Let's just see if
you have learned your lesson."

He called Mr. Nash over. I hadn't even seen him standing in the
dark near the fence. He ordered him to release me. Then he helped
me up. I couldn't stand though, and I fell over the bench I had
been strapped to.

Someone set a lawn chair near me and I sat down gratefully. 

Mr. Nolan stood in front of me and I looked up. "You know what's
in that jug?" he asked.

I nodded.

He reached down and ripped the rubber mouthpiece out of my mouth
brutally.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's the cum that has been draining out of my pussy all night,"
I answered.

"I am going to hand you the end of that rubber hose coming out of
the bottom of that canister. You start sucking, and as soon as
you have emptied that thing, you can go home."

Mr. Nolan handed me the hose and I stuck it in my mouth. Then he
turned a knob at the top of the hose, where it connected to the
canister, and I watched in horror as the cum that had been
draining out of my pussy after what may have been as many as a
hundred rapes, slowly sank down toward my mouth. 

My throat was on fire from all of the face fucks, but I had to
ignore that now.
Soon I had a mouthful of cum and I had to swallow it. I managed
to get it down, and then the next and the one after that. I
gagged a lot at first, but I knew that if I threw up I would just
have to keep swallowing it all over again. Finally I made myself
relax my throat and tried to think of something else while I
swallowed, over and over, trying not to think of what I was
doing. By now I didn't even care about the camera, I just wanted
it to be over.

It must have taken me fifteen or twenty minutes to finally get to
the bottom of the canister. They left it up there to drain as
much as possible from the sides and bottom of the damned thing.
Once they could see that no more was running through the hose
they let me take it out.

They made me smile for the camera and then they directed me to
the water hose to rinse it out. They suggested that it was likely
that I would be using it again so it would be a good idea to get
it nice and clean.

I tried to estimate how much cum I had in my stomach right now as
I rinsed the empty canister out. I had been fucked in the face as
much as I had been fucked in the pussy. So I suppose it is fair
to assume that I had already swallowed a canister full of cum
before they hooked up the canister of cum that had drained out of
my pussy and made me drink it. I must have close to two gallons
of cum in my stomach!

I made my way back to the bench on shaky legs and hung the
canister on the hook. My crotch and my thighs were a mess. I
couldn't imagine that Mr. Nash would want me in his car like
this. And I suppose he didn't. But I was handed a piece of
plastic sheeting to sit on and he was told to take me home just
like I was. 

I was ordered to be ready at nine tomorrow morning, and to dress
the same way that I had this morning. Then Mr. Nash led me out to
his car. I spread the plastic on the back seat and climbed in
carefully. It didn't take very long for the inside of the car to
smell like my cum covered crotch. Mr. Nash opened all four
windows and I had a cold ride home.

When he pulled up to my apartment he handed me my keys. He told
me to take the plastic and put it in the dumpster on the other
side of the parking lot and then to go inside.

I followed his directions, being careful not to rush. He didn't
leave until I opened my front door.

I stepped into my living room and saw Jon. He jumped up and
started to rush towards me. I held up my hands and yelled, "Stop!
Don't come near me. Not now. Not like this."

I rushed to the bathroom and I heard him behind me. I stopped at
the bathroom door and told him I needed twenty minutes. He could
see what a mess I was. He could see how much distress I was in.

He said, "It's okay, take your time. I am just glad you are home
safe. I was scared to death. I know; it was worse for you. But I
can't help worrying. Is there anything I can get you?"

I smiled at him and said, "No. I just have to.....I don't know,
try to make myself human again?"

I told him I would be out soon and closed the door. I leaned
against the bathroom door and waited until I heard him walk back
to the living room. 

I reached under the sink and grabbed a container of douche. I
walked to the shower and turned on the hot water and placed the
douche on the shelf. 

Then I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and was finally
able to stop holding my rebelling stomach in check. You don't
want to hear about what happened next. Suffice it to say that I
had to flush the toilet three times to get it all down. Then I
quickly brushed my teeth and used a lot of mouthwash.

I added a little cold water to the mix in the shower and when it
was as hot as I could stand without being scalded I got in. I
washed my hair and soaped up my body. Once I had gotten all of
the cum off I used the douche, then I did the whole thing again.
The water was getting cold when I finally got out. I dried off
quickly and reached for my robe. 

I realized I hadn't brought it in, and then I realized I hadn't
worn clothes at all today, or rather yesterday. 

I ducked into our bedroom and got my robe and then went to the
living room

This time, when he reached for me I fell into his arms. We hugged
for a long time. I noticed that he was hugging me with one arm
and I stood back and looked him in the face and asked him how his
arm was. 

He just shrugged and said, "I went to one of those walk-in
medical clinics. My boss made me go. When he asked me what
happened I told him that you were attacked by three men and I got
hurt defending you. He was so proud of me that the store is
paying for my medical care. It's just a bad sprain. I'm fine. I
even have some pain pills that I can take so I can work. How bad
was your day?"

I asked him if he really wanted to hear about it. 

He said, "I don't know. I have really mixed feelings about it."

I smiled and said, "Yeah, I know. I saw your underwear from
yesterday."

He blushed and then admitted, "Yeah, you really distracted me
last night with my first real blowjob and I forgot all about my
underwear. I was going to throw them away before you saw them.
Are you mad?"

"I was at first. Then I realized that our best hope for returning
to a normal life when this is over was in those shorts." 

"They recorded what happened today. Nash said they would make
sure I got a copy. They are going to record everything. In fact,
the way Nolan is going to get his money back is to have me make
dirty movies. But, he said that as soon as he made back his money
he would let us go."

"What kind of dirty movies," Jon asked.

"The dirtiest, you don't want to know."

"What happened today?" 

I said, "Let's talk about it in bed. I'm exhausted."

We went to bed and I curled up with my head on his chest and my
hand on his cock and balls. I told him as much as I could
remember about my day, starting with Nash's arrival and my trip
out to the car in the nude. Almost as soon as I started talking
Jon started getting hard. It didn't take that long to tell my
story, there was a lot of repetition in what I did. I reached the
end of my tale and I slid down and gave Jon another nice blowjob.


I was reluctant to admit it, but I had enjoyed a lot of orgasms
while getting raped on that bench. So when Jon offered to return
the favor I told him I was too sore. Instead, we cuddled up and
went to sleep. It was very late and we both had to work in a very
few hours.




I woke up as Jon was getting dressed. I had only had four hours
sleep. Jon kissed me and said that he had reset the alarm for me
and told me to go back to sleep. I thanked him and was almost
instantly asleep again.

I slept for two more hours and when the alarm went off at eight
AM I got up and had some coffee. As I was drinking it I realized
that I had not eaten anything but cum yesterday. And I still
wasn't hungry. 

I finished my coffee and took a shower. I made sure that I didn't
need to shave again. I did my hair and put on some lipstick. Then
I watched the clock until it was time to stand by the door.

I saw the car pull up. Mr. Nash got out and I watched him come to
my apartment. Just as he reached the door I opened it and let him
in. He came in and stood in front of the couch and dropped his
pants and sat down. I didn't even wait to be told what to do. I
dropped to my knees at his feet and started sucking. 

"Don't make me cum," he said. "I'm going to fuck you today."

So I licked and sucked gently, not trying to get him off. He
enjoyed my ministrations for a while and then he stood up and I
led him to my bed. He fucked me hard and fast and thanks to the
fifteen minutes or so that I had warmed him up with my mouth he
came pretty quickly. As soon as he rolled off of me I sucked him
clean. Then he told me to clean up and he got dressed.

While he was waiting he leaned up against the door jam in the
bathroom and watched me get cleaned up. When I was ready he
looked at his watch and said, "Let's go."

I followed him out of the apartment again. I locked the door when
we were outside and I had no place to put the key so he put it in
his jacket pocket.

I followed him out to the car at his normal leisurely pace. I
heard a scream behind me and turned around to see one of my
neighbors grabbing her two teenage boys and pulling them back
into their apartment. They didn't go easily. 

I said quietly to Mr. Nash, "You are going to get me evicted."

He chuckled and said, "Not my problem."

I saw him squeeze to the side and saw one of the two bachelors
who shared the apartment two doors down from me coming past him.
He looked up and saw me and came to a stop. He smiled and said,
"Good morning Toni! You're looking lovely today."

I said, "Thank you Greg," and kept walking.

We finally got to the car and today I watched where we were
going. Mr. Nash drove through town to one of those new industrial
parks. He pulled up to a large, aluminum building that had no
signs outside, or any other indication of what kind of business
was inside.

I got out and followed Mr. Nash through a door and into a small
office. He pointed to a chair and I sat down and he went through
and into the hallway beyond. I looked around the office for some
sign of what happened here and what would be happening to me. 

There was no clue. Still, I had an idea why I was here from
yesterday's conversation. I was here to make a movie. 

Mr. Nash came back into the room with another man. I stood up and
the man looked me over closely and ordered me to turn around. I
turned slowly and he smiled and said, "Perfect! Beautiful! This
girl is going to be a hit."

He grabbed my arm and led me through the door and down the hall
to a makeup room. He ordered me to wait there. He walked through
another door and was back in a minute with a woman and a handful
of clothing and a couple of pieces of paper. He handed me the
paper and told me to study it. 

The woman started putting make up all over my body while I tried
to read the paper, which turned out to be a script. I was to play
a teacher in a classroom. There weren't a lot of lines, just a
lot of sex. I was to address some students that I had forced to
stay after school. But almost immediately my "students" would
surround me and the sex would begin. I was to resist, loudly.

The woman dabbing powder all over my body, including some pretty
embarrassing places, finished up and handed me the clothing to
put on. I hadn't worn clothes in a couple of days. It felt good
to be dressed again. The outfit was quite conservative. It even
included underwear!

The shoes were my size, but they were new and tight. The heels
were higher than I had ever worn and I had to get used to them. 

The makeup woman sat me down and fixed my hair and put a little
make up on my face. I looked pretty good except that the lipstick
was too red, and since I didn't normally wear eye make up, I
thought it looked funny on me.

I nervously tried to remember my lines, concentrating on that
instead of what I was going to have to do. 

The makeup woman finished up and picked up a phone and punched in
a couple numbers and said, "OK, she's ready."

The man who had brought me in here and dropped me off came back
and looked me over again and smiled and said, "Perfect! Let's go
bitch."

I thought that was unnecessary! He walked back through the door
and I followed him down another hall and into a large room. There
were dozens of people, most of them bustling around and getting
ready. One small section of the large room was set up as a
classroom with three walls, chalkboards and desks. 

I saw Mr. Nash sitting out of the way and watching. He looked
bored. I suppose that he has seen this many times.

The classroom mockup was surrounded by cameras and lights and
microphones. People were walking around with meters and doing
whatever it was film makers do before they make a movie.

I was led up to a man sitting in a chair with a clipboard. He
looked at me and smiled and asked, "Do you know what we are doing
here?"

"Yes sir, I think so," I responded.

"Do you know what is going to happen?"

"I read the script I was given," I said, "there were not a lot of
descriptions or explanations. I have the general idea."

The man smiled and said, "We left a lot out on purpose. We want
to get your genuine responses to some things."

I didn't like the sound of that, but I wasn't here of my own free
will.

People started clearing out of the set area and they seemed to be
ready to start. I was sent to stand behind the teacher's desk at
the back of the set and I stood there nervously. I looked around
and saw a couple of dozen people watching. I had the impression
that they were here for the sex show more than for the purpose of
making a movie. They didn't seem to have a function, beyond
watching.

I heard a commotion and looked up to see the four "students" who
were to be my costars filing onto the set. I couldn't believe it!
They were kids! I expected young looking men, not four fourteen
or fifteen year old kids! Black kids! They looked like regular
every day school kids, but listening to them I got the impression
that they were gang kids, rough and violent. I also realized from
what they were saying that they had done this before.

They saw me and their faces lit up. They walked over to me and
looked me over, making crude comments and jokes. One of them
lifted my skirt and looked at my legs and my underwear. I just
stood quietly and blushed. There was nothing else I could do.

They were saying things like, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna love fucking
this little bitch." And "Dude! Check out this ass!" and of
course, "Her tits aren't very big."

One of them asked me my name and I told him. Then I was asked my
age and my marital status. I answered all of their questions,
reluctantly.

Someone yelled, "Ready on the set!" and the kids moved back and
took seats at the student desks facing me.

I heard some technical jargon from off stage and then someone
yelled "Action!"

I panicked for a second, and then I remembered what I was
supposed to say.

I stood up straight and tried to look like one of my teachers.
The memories were fresh; it had only been a couple months since I
was in school! 

I delivered my few lines, berating them for their incorrigible
behavior. While I spoke they stood up and approached me in a very
threatening manner. They reached me and started pushing me around
and feeling me up and threatening me. I had no lines left, I
could only react appropriately.

Two of them moved behind me and held my arms while one of them
stood in front of me and grabbed my hair and kissed me violently
while lifting my dress and grabbing my crotch and squeezing
hard.

I was struggling and squealing while he held my lips to his own.
Now there were hands on my breasts, squeezing and pulling and
hurting. Then I heard cloth tearing and I felt the dress being
torn and soon it was hanging from my waist. 

The boy kissing me stood back and looked at me, and the cameras
got close-ups as one of the boys behind me pulled violently at
the bra strap. I cried out in pain as it ripped free and hung
from my shoulders, covering very little of my breasts.

The large boy, the one that had been kissing me, pulled it free
and tossed it away and then their hands were all over my breasts.
I looked down and could see only black skin where my breasts were
being mauled roughly. I was crying and pleading with them to stop
and struggling to free myself. 

One of the boys grabbed the scrap of cloth that was all that
remained of my dress and forced it down over my hips. It fell to
my feet and my panties slid part way down over my hips with it.

They saw that my pussy was shaved and that really got the
comments flowing. The panties were ripped off next, and then I
was picked up and stretched over the teacher's desk on my back. 

I was distracted by the hands groping and tormenting my most
sensitive flesh and the violence of these four teenage boys. I
hadn't noticed that they were taking turns undressing until an
amazingly large black cock suddenly appeared in my face. I tried
to turn my face away until someone bit my nipple and I screamed
in pain. As soon as I opened my mouth the youth plunged his cock
in. I panicked, because I knew what he was going to do and his
cock was so large I was sure it would kill me. 

I was right about his intentions. He drove his cock into the back
of my throat and when it caught and stopped he pulled back and
drove again, harder, faster, refusing to be denied entrance to my
throat. I felt it pass through and into my throat and all the way
down until my lips were buried in his kinky pubic hair. It didn't
kill me, at least not yet. But I couldn't breath and the pain in
my throat was unbearable. 

The comments of the four kids showed that they too were amazed
that he had actually gotten his big cock down my throat. I was
turning blue from lack of oxygen when he finally pulled back. I
gasped for air quickly and he drove his young black cock into me
again and again. The close up camera had been right in my face,
getting film of my throat swelling around my rapist's cock. When
he moved back out of the way I felt one of the kids licking my
slit. I was in too much distress to enjoy it, but I was soon
grateful for the moisture as he stood up and forced yet another
very large black cock into my pussy. 

The two cocks started working in rhythm as the boys took their
time, building slowly to what would turn out to be the first of
many orgasms. While they fucked my mouth and my pussy the other
two held my hands around their cocks. It was obvious why these
four were chosen for these movies. All four cocks were huge!

They picked up the pace and I could see movement as the man with
the close-up camera moved in again and the boy fucking my mouth
pulled out so that just the very tip of his cock was resting on
the lips of my wide open mouth and he finished himself off with
his hand, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into my mouth. 

At one point the camera was only a foot from my mouth. It must
have been able to see the huge puddle of cum accumulating in my
mouth, waiting for me to be able to close my lips and swallow.
The boy finally pulled his cock away and rubbed it over my face
while I swallowed his huge, hot load and his friends made crude
comments.

The boy fucking my pussy pulled out and rushed around and came
the same way, with the camera back for more close-ups. While he
was filling my mouth with cum, another cock was rammed forcefully
into my pussy. As soon as I swallowed the latest load of cum,
another cock appeared, to force its way down my throat. 

The boy fucking my face came quickly, and just like the previous
two, he rested the tip of his cock on my lips and shot his cum
into my mouth for the camera. But this time the boy fucking my
pussy shot some of his cum in my pussy, pulled out and shot some
on my stomach, then pushed his throbbing organ back into my pussy
and finished filling me with his cum.

The first boy I had sucked off put his semi-hard cock back into
my mouth and I sucked automatically. He was soon hard and he
pulled out and moved around to stand between my legs. He pushed
his cock into my pussy and fucked in and out slowly for a few
minutes. Then he stepped back and picked my legs up and two of
the boys held my legs up near my ears while the boy started to
push the head of his cock against my virgin asshole.

I screamed at him to stop, I begged and pleaded. I had never done
that and his cock was so huge! The four boys just laughed and
continued their running patter of crude comments about me. The
camera was back for more close-ups as the head of his much too
large cock suddenly forced its way into my ass. 

I screamed again, this time in pain, a lot of pain. I was crying
hysterically and begging him to take it out. He responded by
driving another couple of inches into my ass as I struggled and
begged. 

He held it inside of me, only about half way in but already I
felt stretched beyond my body's ability to endure. Then he slowly
pulled it out. The relief was instantaneous as he drove his cock
into my sore pussy instead. But my relief was short lived,
because he immediately pulled his cock back out of my pussy and
forced it into my ass again. 

I had stopped struggling and screaming when he pulled it out and
pushed it into my pussy. I started all over again when he forced
it back into my ass. This time he managed to force it all of the
way into me. The pain was overwhelming. I wasn't even able to
form recognizable words with which to beg him to stop. I just
whimpered and sobbed hysterically as he hammered away at my ass.
I didn't notice at the time, I wouldn't see it until days later
when Jon and I were watching the DVD, that there were two
close-up cameras. One pointed at my ass and the other at my face
to capture all of my agony.

I have no idea how long it lasted. He finally came in my ass and
when he pulled out he came around to my mouth and forced me to
suck his soft cock clean. While I was doing that another cock was
forced into my ass. It seemed to go on for hours, but I had lost
all track of time. Every time one of them came in my ass they
moved up and I sucked on their cocks while another cock raped my
ass. Two of them managed to cum in my mouth again while I was
sucking them.

It seemed to be finally winding down. I thought I might survive
this after all. The last of the four boys had fucked my ass and I
was sucking him off now. I was thinking it was almost over and I
would be able to go home soon. 

Just as the last boy came in my mouth for the last time I heard a
loud, indignant voice from off camera asking me what the hell I
was doing corrupting his son! I looked up to see four large,
older, black men rushing on stage making accusations of child
abuse and corrupting minors and calling me all kinds of nasty
names. 

I tried to defend myself. I told them I had been raped. I said
the things that I knew I was supposed to say, but of course, this
was one of the surprises I was supposed to react to. I screamed
at them to leave me alone and fought as they pulled me back down
onto the desk and it started all over again. 

I heard the boys in the background egging them on and they were
even more brutal than the four young boys had been. It was much
more painful. They did a lot of pinching and pulling and biting.
One of my nipples was even bleeding by the time we were halfway
through the filming.

I had given up and was just lying on the desk passively when the
first of them started lifting my legs up and I knew what was
coming next. I started struggling again, I was certain that it
would kill me this time around. But it didn't. They each fucked
my ass and then moved up to my mouth, just like the boys had
done.  I finally sank into an almost catatonic state, my body
obeyed them, but my mind was out for a walk.

I stayed like that, even after they walked away, finally leaving
me alone. I didn't even notice the close-up cameras moving in and
taking pictures of my ravaged body. When they had all of their
close-ups they pulled back and someone yelled cut. 

I thought it was over then, but my work wasn't done. It seems
that I had made the crew horny and now I had to provide them with
a warm, damp place to deposit their hot, slimy cum. The cameras
still recorded as they came up and, two at a time, satisfied
their base desires on my limp body.

Mr. Nash came over and slapped my face a couple of times to bring
me back to awareness I looked up at him and sat up slowly. "Is it
over?" I asked.

"For today," he answered. He didn't seem to be moved by my
obvious distress in the least. 

It had been almost ten AM when I had walked out of the makeup
room and entered the studio. I asked him what time it was and he
looked at his watch and said, "A little after three. Come on. I
have to get your skanky ass home so I can get to the club."

I looked down at my sticky, red, sore body and asked where I
could clean up.

"Get up," he said, "I'll show you."

I struggled to my feet but my legs went right out from under me
and I collapsed to the floor. I covered my face and sobbed in
despair for a moment, but Mr. Nash was unmoved. He nudged me with
his toe and said, "Get the fuck up, bitch! I don't have time to
play with you."

I struggled to my feet and held onto the desk for a moment to
steady myself. Then I managed to stand on my own, and I followed
him to a shower room. The four black men and the four black
teenagers were all inside taking a shower. Mr. Nash pushed me in
and I picked out a shower that was as far from them as I could
get. They ignored me, but continued to talk about me and brag
about what they had done to me as I turned on the shower and used
the soap in the soap dish to wash my battered body. I hurried.
Every time I looked over at him I saw the impatient look on Mr.
Nash's face. 

I rinsed off and he tossed me a towel. I dried off quickly and
then I followed him back out through the building to his car,
naked again. He drove me home and I almost forgot to get the key
from him. He had to call me back and toss it to me, and then he
drove off.

Since he wasn't watching I hurried to my apartment, passing
several of my neighbors and trying not to see their shocked
expressions. I opened my apartment and went in and locked the
door behind me. 

Once inside the relative safety of my apartment I went to the
bathroom and sat on the toilet, letting all of the cum that
filled me drain out of my pussy and my incredibly sore ass. Then
I took another long hot shower and placed a suppository up my ass
to try and ease the pain.

I went out to the kitchen and got a glass of water and took
several aspirin. Then I got the rum out from under the sink and
made myself a rum and coke. It was a little after four now and
there were still a couple of hours before Jon would come home. I
sat on my couch and sipped my drink and I couldn't avoid reliving
my day in my mind. It had been horrible. They had been so brutal
and cruel. My poor little ass would never be the same. I was
relieved that I hadn't seen any traces of blood. I had been
certain that I had been torn by those large cocks brutally raping
my ass. It wasn't though. I guess my body is more resilient than
I would have suspected.

My eyes were closed and I was leaning back against the cushion
trying to relax. I heard a knock at the door and I yelled, "Just
a minute!" I ran back to my bedroom and put my robe on and then
went to answer the door.

It was the bachelor who lives a couple of doors down from me. I
had passed him this morning on the walkway as I followed Mr. Nash
to his car. He smiled, well, more of a leer I suppose and said,
"Good afternoon Toni. After this morning, and after seeing you
come home this afternoon, I thought I just had to come over and
say hi. I never realized what a free spirit you are!"

I didn't know what to say. There was no plausible explanation for
what I had done. But he seemed to be waiting for me to say
something so I said, "What do you want Greg?"

"You're kidding, right? I see you flaunting your beautiful body,
what do you think I want?"

I desperately wanted to be left alone to recover from this
horrible day. But I knew the rules. I could not say no to anyone.
And this could very well be a test. It certainly was possible
that they could have talked Greg into doing this. I stepped back
and held the door for him.

The look of surprise on his face when I let him in made me
suspect that he was doing this on his own, but I couldn't be
sure. 

I stood in the middle of the living room and he walked up to me
and looked at me through my thin robe. Greg was about fifty years
old. He lives with another guy, Jesse, who appears to be in his
late forties. When I first met them I assumed that they were gay,
but I learned later that they had both been recently divorced and
had been taken to the cleaners by their ex-wives. Now they shared
an apartment to save money.

Greg reached over and untied the belt on my robe, watching my
reaction and seeing that I would let him do what he wanted. His
expression changed from uncertainty to pure lust. I suppose it
had been a long time since he had a vulnerable and pliant
eighteen year old woman in his clutches.

I felt my belt come loose and Greg slipped the robe off of my
shoulders and he dropped it at my feet. He stared at my bruised
body for a few minutes before gently touching me with his finger
tips, exploring my bruised breasts and my sore pussy.

"What happened to you? What were you doing?"

I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Did I have to tell him?
Would I be in trouble if I told, or if I didn't?

I decided that, on the off chance that this was a test, I had
better tell the truth. 

"I was gang raped by four black teenagers and four black men as
part of a pornographic movie I was making this afternoon," I
finally answered.

Greg gasped in surprise and asked, "Why did you make a porn
movie? I didn't think you were that kind of girl."

"I am not that kind of girl. Jon and I did something a couple of
weeks ago that got us into trouble. I am being blackmailed by a
very dangerous man and I have to do everything I am told."

"Anything anyone tells you?" he asked incredulously.

It killed me to answer this one. I hesitated, trying to think of
an alternative to answering. "Yes, Greg. Anything anyone tells me
to do. I have had a very hard day. Are you going to take
advantage of me now, too?"

"I'm sorry Toni. But you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen
in real life. You can't present me with an opportunity like this
and expect me not to take advantage of it."

My shoulder slumped in surrender. I had kind of hoped. I didn't
know Greg except to say hi to, but he seemed nice. I had
desperately hoped that he would be a principled gentleman and do
the right thing. Instead he started taking his pants off.

He dropped his pants on a nearby chair and stood in front of me
in a t-shirt. He pulled me close and kissed me and moved his
hands over my body for a moment, and then he pushed me to my
knees. I did what seemed to be expected of me by everyone now and
I took his cock into my mouth and drove my lips all the way down
to the base of his cock. 

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed. "Nobody has ever done that to me
before! Toni, you are one fantastic cocksucker!"

He came quickly and I swallowed his cum and stood up. He started
pulling his pants on and said, "Man! I can't wait to tell Jesse
about this."

I groaned and asked, "Oh Greg no, do you have to? Couldn't I just
do this for you?"

"Sorry babe, I may not be the nice guy you were hoping for, but I
am too nice to keep this to myself."

Greg left and I made myself another drink. I heard him at the
door again fifteen minutes later and I gulped my drink down and
answered the door. I didn't even bother with my robe.

I opened the door and Greg and Jesse came in and shut the door.
Jesse had a look of disbelief on his face, mixed with lust of
course.

"See," Greg said, "I told you!"

Jesse asked, "Is it true, you have to do what we tell you?"

I nodded.

"What about Jon? What does he have to do?" Jesse asked.

"They didn't give him any instructions," I answered.

"So it would be wise of us to do this when he is not home?" Jesse
continued with his line of questioning.

I nodded again.

They already knew what time Jon got home. Jesse started to
undress. 

Once he was naked he walked across the room and sat on the couch.
He motioned me over and I knelt between his legs and started
sucking. Jesse has a big beer belly and a slightly below average
cock, so it was easy to suck, but hard to get my head in there. I
sucked it as best I could and while I was working on him I felt
Greg behind me, playing with my sore pussy. I jumped when I felt
his hand touch me, but I didn't resist.

While I was sucking Jesse, Greg dropped his pants again and
shifted my rear end around so that he could fuck me from behind.
It wasn't so bad. It wasn't as bad as the eight males that had
raped me for the movie. They weren't unnecessarily cruel, they
didn't hurt me, beyond aggravating the pain my abused body was
already suffering. It didn't last for five hours. They both came
and then they stood around my naked body, staring as they
dressed. They were obviously having a hard time believing their
unbelievable luck. They now had a beautiful young sex slave, when
I wasn't being used by Mr. Nolan and his men, making a movie, or
home with my husband.

I took another shower after they left. I put on a t-shirt and
some shorts and went out to the kitchen. I was going to make
another drink, but I decided that the best way to get through
this might not be to become an alcoholic. So I rinsed out my
glass and put the bottle away and started supper.

I greeted Jon at the door and hugged him, carefully, so that I
didn't hurt his arm. We kissed and I led him to the table and
served supper. We talked about his day. I didn't want to talk
about mine. 

He said that his arm was much better and he grinned wanly and
said, "It doesn't make much difference in the scheme of things,
but I got a raise today."

I was so happy, and so proud of him. And I told him so. It was a
pretty nice raise, a dollar an hour. And they made him eligible
for commissions when he worked the floor. Maybe we could cut back
on the hot dogs and the spaghetti, and have a beer every now and
then instead of living on iced tea.

Eventually we could avoid it no longer and he asked how bad my
day had been. I thought it would be better that he didn't know,
but I already knew that they were going to be showing him the
DVDs I starred in. So maybe it would be better if he was
prepared.

I suggested that we go to bed and I would tell him about it. He
asked, "Are you sure you want me getting aroused while you tell
me about all the horrible things they do to you? What are you
going to think of me later, when this is over, when you think to
yourself about me getting off on your rape and torture?"

I responded easily to that one. "I am only interested in whether
or not you will still love me when this is over. I don't see any
way out of this mess. Neither do you. I have to let them do this
to me. If you can get turned on by some of the situations, some
of the things I am forced to do, and accept them, then maybe when
it's over you can look at me and see, not what I did, but who I
was, who I am, and what I can do for you now. This has certainly
been a learning experience! After I have recuperated, you might
even benefit from what I learned today. Now come on, help me
clean up the kitchen and let's go lay down."

Once we were in bed we hugged and kissed for a while and then I
rested my head on his flat belly and started talking. I started
from the time Mr. Nash arrived and told him everything, in
detail, including what happened with Greg and Jesse. I had to
stop twice to give him some relief as I related my story and
stroked his pretty cock. 

When I got to the part of the story about our neighbors, Jon got
upset. I reminded him that I had to do what anyone said. I
assured him that they wouldn't dare come over when he was home. I
reminded him that a bigger problem might be the copies of the
keys to our apartment and the unannounced visitors we had been
told would show up to use me from time to time.

I sucked Jon off for a third time, mostly just to calm him down.
Then we cuddled up and went to sleep. 




I had no instructions for the next day so I got up with Jon. We
had gone to bed early and we had both gotten a much needed rest.
I was still sore the next morning, mostly my ass hurt. The
bruises on my breasts were fading. 

I helped Jon with his shower again. He still couldn't raise his
injured arm above his shoulder. I washed his hair and then I went
ahead and washed the rest of him, just for the fun of it.

I dried him off and then myself as well. While he was getting
dressed I made breakfast. I was getting so used to being naked
that I hadn't even put my robe on. Jon seemed to like my growing
lack of modesty.

When he left for work I cleaned up the kitchen and made the bed.
It bothered me that I didn't know what would be next, or when. I
would have preferred to know what was scheduled, or at the very
least when. It was horrible to sit around and wait. Wait and
dread and wonder what the next indignity would be.

I was starting to think that I might get the day off, until just
before four PM when Mr. Nash showed up. He opened my door and
came in and found me sitting on my couch, still in the nude. 

He smiled and tossed me a slutty dress and some equally slutty
underwear and what appeared to be the shoes from yesterday, and
ordered me to get dressed.

I dressed, still uncomfortable at being watched by a man who
wasn't my husband. When I was dressed he looked me over and told
me to follow him. I locked the door to my home and he took the
key and put it in his pocket. The last five times I had been
outside I had been naked. This was a pleasant change.

I asked Mr. Nash what was going to happen to me today, but he
ignored me. He drove to a quiet country road and parked behind a
whole bunch of vehicles. There were a couple of vans and a car
with the hood up and at least two dozen big motorcycles. 

There was a large group of big, ugly, hairy bikers gathered
nearby. They looked up when I got out of the car and I saw them
laughing and joking among themselves and making comments about
me. It didn't look good.

I followed Mr. Nash and we ended up in front of the man who had
been in charge of the movie yesterday. He turned to me and said,
"You're in luck today bitch. No script to learn. All you have to
do is react. See that car over there with the hood up?"

I nodded and he said, "Go over and get in and sit down in the
driver's seat. We'll take it from there."

I saw the cameras set up to record, but this was a public road, I
didn't think they could get too carried away.

I sat in the hot car and waited with the windows down for them to
do whatever it was they were going to do. One of the vans moved
to the other side of the road and out of the way, the other drove
off down the road. I heard the motorcycles roaring to life and
they all wheeled around and headed back down the road the way we
had come. 

It was quiet for a moment and then I heard the bikes coming back.
I saw the cameras, one focused on me and one focused on the
bikes. I watched nervously as the bikes approached. They came on,
roaring down the narrow country road and then stopped when they
reached the car. It got suddenly quiet as the bikers turned the
bikes off.

I watched in the mirror as several of the bikers approached the
car. The leader, who seemed to be the biggest and the ugliest of
the group, leaned in my window and said, "What's the matter
pretty lady? Got a little car trouble?"

I nodded dumbly. I knew where this was going and I was terrified.
He opened my door and said, "Let's see what we got here." He
pulled me out of the car and I struggled briefly. But it was
obviously a hopeless battle so I just let him pull me out and I
stood there as he looked me over. The gang behind him whistled
and made rude comments as he pulled me to him and kissed me while
I struggled to turn my head away.

He laughed at my puny struggles and reached up and ripped my
dress all the way down the front. I was standing in the slutty
underwear I had been given, and the biker was exploring my body
freely. His gang was whooping and egging him on. He ripped my bra
off and pawed my breasts, and then he pulled me to his bike and
sat me on the tiny little pad behind the seat. He climbed on and
started the bike and I had to hang on for dear life as he did a
wheelie and sped away with his gang in pursuit. The camera men
filmed us pulling away, with me in nothing but high heels and
panties. 

After we had gone a short distance they slowed down and the van
passed us. Then we sped up again and as the van drove off down
the road we came up to the van that had left earlier. They had
set up cameras on the road and they filmed us as we sped past.

We had not gone far before we came upon a slow moving pickup
truck. We came up even with the truck and there was a film crew
in the back of the truck. They rode beside us for a long time
filming my half nude terrifying ride. Sometimes the truck was on
one side of us and then they would switch so that I was filmed
from all angles. Then they pulled ahead of us and we followed
them for a few minutes, finally turning off onto a small dirt
track. It wasn't even really a road. 

The bikes had to go real slow and I had to keep ducking branches
that were whipping at me as we struggled to an old abandoned
house that sat back a very long way from the road. 

I saw that the first van had gotten here ahead of us and cameras
were filming us as we roared up the driveway and circled around
and came to a stop behind the house. Everyone got off of their
bikes and I was dragged behind the barn which had almost
completely fallen in on itself. We walked through the tall grass
to a clearing beside a pond. The grass had been cut here and
there was a fire pit and a grill set up. In the center of the
cleared circle were the remains of a dead tree. Only the trunk
remained. It was about ten or twelve feet tall and about six
inches in diameter.

There was a chain attached to that stump and I was led to it and
a metal ankle bracelet was attached to my ankle. Then my panties
were ripped off. 

The camera men had followed us and were filming everything. Some
of the men sat down to watch. I saw them yelling something and
suddenly some women, biker types, were going around distributing
beers from some coolers on the edge of the clearing. Then the
women started cooking hot dogs and hamburgers while I got busy
sucking nasty, smelly, sweaty biker's cocks and getting fucked
from behind. 

It started with the leader of the gang. He moved into position
behind me and rammed his cock brutally into my dry pussy. I
screamed in pain, which everyone seemed to think was a musing. He
reached around me and grabbed my breasts and I thought that he
was trying to twist them off. I screamed in pain and kept
screaming until a large, hairy biker dropped down in front of me
and filled my mouth with his filthy cock. 

The leader let my breasts go and grabbed my hips and began to
fuck me violently and painfully. The apelike creature in front of
me grabbed my hair in both hands and fucked my throat in the same
brutal manner, nearly pulling the hair out of my head in the
process.

I don't know how many of them there were. I never seemed to have
a free moment to look around and count them. I had noticed that
there were more of them now than there had been when this
started. I also noticed that none of them just raped me once.
They all used my poor, abused body at least twice, some of them
more than that.

I estimated that it had been close to five PM when we got to the
old farm house. The rapes went on until everyone passed out.
Towards the end some of those ugly bastards took more than half
an hour to either cum or give up trying.

When the men had all give out, one of the women came over to
check on me and I asked her for a drink. She brought me a beer
and when I asked to go to the bathroom she said that she couldn't
let me go. I would have to go to the end of my chain and squat.
She started to move away and I asked her what time it was. She
looked at her watch and said, "Almost three." I had been raped
violently for ten hours.

I noticed that the camera crew had gone off. I didn't know if
they had gone home or if they were sleeping in their vans. I
gulped down the beer I had been given and then I walked away from
everyone as far as I could go on the thick chain attached to my
ankle. I didn't even look to see if anyone was watching. I
squatted down and peed, and let the cum that I was full of drain
out. I had nothing to wipe with, but it looked like there was
enough chain that I could reach the little pond at the edge of
the clearing so I walked back to the tree I was chained to and
planned a route through the passed out bikers. I threaded between
them and was able to just reach the pond. I squatted and used
water to clean and soothe my pussy and my ass which had also been
fucked quite a few times. 

After I cleaned myself I started back toward the tree, but I had
only gotten half way back when I was grabbed by one of the bikers
and forced to suck him off. I obeyed of course, what choice did I
have? With tears, a mixture of pain and self pity, I knelt down
and took his soft, nasty, cock, crusty with dried cum, into my
mouth and sucked him until he passed out again. He didn't cum.
Then I struggled back to the tree and lay down to try and get
some sleep. 

It appeared that the second act would take place tomorrow and I
was already exhausted and every inch of my body was in pain. I
finally fell asleep, but it seemed like only seconds before I was
kicked awake again by the big biker that seemed to be in charge.


I looked around and saw that the gang was all up and enjoying a
breakfast of beer. I noticed that the cameras were back in place
and recording already. I struggled to my feet and waited for the
games to begin.

It wasn't what I expected. I was grabbed and dragged back against
the tree and held tightly so that I couldn't move. One of the
female bikers came out of the crowd and surprised me by washing
my breasts with a disinfectant. Then she swabbed my nipples with
alcohol. It didn't click at first, but then I realized what was
going on and I started to struggled. I pleaded with them to let
me go. I cried and begged and they loved it.

One of the ugly bikers stepped forward and without any prelude
just grabbed my right nipple and shoved a large needle through
it. I passed out and when I woke up I looked down to see a ring
in my nipple. 

When he saw that I was conscious again he stretched out my left
nipple and repeated the process. I didn't pass out this time. I
screamed, but I stayed awake. I turned my head away and tried not
to watch as they inserted the other ring. Finally it was over, I
thought.

Hope springs eternal, right? Now that I was properly decorated
the orgy started all over again. Only this time it was worse. The
men were still drained from last night, and still nasty from last
night. It took everyone longer and they smelled and tasted much
worse. 

It got even worse though. After I had finally satisfied the last
of the bikers that could get a hard on, I was forced to eat out
the three women who were present. 

It was instantly obvious that I had not been the only woman that
got laid here this weekend. I found out later that while the
bikers had been fucking me the biker women had been satisfying
the crew. It was truly horrible. I almost threw up several times.
But I was warned that if I did, they had a lot of tricks they
could make me perform to make up for it.

It was almost five PM when I was finally released and led back to
the farm house. Mr. Nash was waiting there. He put me on a sheet
of plastic in the back seat and drove me home. It was just before
six when we got there.

People were coming home from work or going out for dinner or
sitting around talking with their friends. Mr. Nash tossed me my
key and reminded me to dispose of the plastic properly. I looked
around and saw at least a dozen kids nearby. I said, "Please,
look at all of those kids. I'll get arrested!"

"Mr. Nolan has lawyers if you need one. Now get your ass out of
the car and be ready tomorrow at nine AM again."

I opened the door and took a deep breath. I looked down at my
red, bruised, punctured breasts and the dried cum covering my
shaved pussy. Then I looked at all the people who would see me
naked and all fucked up. Then I stood up and wadded up the
plastic into a bundle and strolled as casually as I could to the
dumpster on the other side of the parking lot. 

As I walked I heard the sounds around me stop. Everyone was
staring at me. I tossed the plastic away and walked to the steps
that led up to my apartment, passing a dozen people who stood and
stared as I walked past. Some of the women made scalding
comments, although one of them said, "You go girl," as I walked
by.

I heard Nash drive away as I went inside and locked my door. I
rushed to the bathroom to get cleaned up before Jon got home. I
showered and douched and even used a douche in my rear. Then I
put another suppository in. I went into the bedroom and slipped
on a t-shirt and a loose fitting pair of shorts. As I walked out
to the kitchen to start supper Jon came home.

He ran over and hugged me tight and I cried all over him. I had
been pretty proud of myself for not letting him see me cry too
often, but I couldn't help it. I had a really bad night and day
and I needed some sympathy.

When I got myself under control I asked him if they had told him
where I was.

He said, "Nash called around eight last night and said that you
were having a sleep over."

I started to make hot dogs for supper but he handed me a bag. He
had stopped on the way home and bought a couple of steaks and,
with the help of a friend, a six-pack of beer. I put together a
salad while he cooked the steaks and we ate two big steaks and
the salad and drank two beers apiece.

After supper we cleaned up and went into the living room and we
each had a third beer for desert. Since they were the last ones
we sipped them slowly.

Things were so screwed up that I had forgotten it was Jon's
payday. Since his raise started this week it included several
commissions. It was quite a bit larger than a normal paycheck. We
were feeling full and happy as we avoided talking about where I
was last night. 

I knew he was concerned and curious. I knew a good way to get the
conversation started. I got up and sat in his lap and handed him
my beer to hold, then I peeled my t-shirt off.

As soon as he saw me taking my shirt off he started grinning. As
soon as he saw my nipples the grin left his face. He almost
spilled my beer!

He looked up at me and asked, "Do they hurt?"

"A little," I replied. "Not as much as they did this morning when
they did it."

"When who did it?" he asked.

I saw it was time. "Come on. Grab your beer and let's go to
bed."

I grabbed my t-shirt and Jon followed me down the hall. We
hurriedly undressed and I proceeded to tell him everything that
had happened. He didn't get hard so much this time. He was as
disturbed by what had happened as I was. But I sucked him off
anyway. I thought it would be nice if the last cock I sucked each
day was Jon's.

After I sucked his cock he pulled me up and hugged me and we
talked a little and then we finished our beers and went to
sleep.




I was standing by the door, naked, at nine the next morning. I
saw Mr. Nash park out front and come up. He looked me over, and
then he apologized, sarcastically, for not being able to fuck me
today. He was in a hurry.

No clothing today. I locked my door and handed him the key and
followed him out to the parking lot in the nude again. Nine
o'clock is a better time for that. There weren't so many people
around, and no kids.

I didn't bother to ask. I knew he wouldn't tell me where we were
going.

He drove to a house in a nice, middleclass neighborhood and
parked in the driveway. I didn't even look around to see if
anyone was close by, because it wouldn't matter to Mr. Nash. When
he got out, I got out and followed him to the front door. He
knocked and we were invited in by a middle aged black man. 

We followed him though the house to the back yard and I saw a
dozen men having a cookout. They all looked up as I stepped out
of the patio door and the conversations stopped. I noticed that
there were two men with handheld cameras filming, so I thought
that it was safe to assume I wasn't here to eat, or at least, not
to eat food.

I did a quick inventory. There were seven black men, and three
white men, and two that appeared to be of Latin descent. No one
had given me any lines or told me of a plot, so I waited for
someone to tell me what to do. 

After what I had already been through, I knew that there had to
be more to this than just getting it on with twelve men. That
would be too easy. They wouldn't even bother to film it.

I saw Mr. Nash leave without a word. Then the man that had
escorted us through the house took my hand and led me to a lounge
chair in the center of the lawn. He took the cushion off of the
chair and dropped it on the grass. I was ordered to my hands and
knees and before long I was back at work, sucking and fucking
strange men in twos. They had a novel way of cleaning me up
between fucks. They made me scoop up the cum that was oozing out
of me and eat it. Still, nothing I couldn't handle.

It took me only an hour and a half to satisfy the crowd, and then
they sat around and drank beer and ate hotdogs. In the next half
hour I had two men come back for seconds.

I was really confused. This couldn't be all there was! 

But I saw Mr. Nash coming in and he took me out to the car after
I cleaned up in the bathroom. He handed me my key, and four DVDs.


As he drove me home I tried to ask him what today had been about.
He just ignored me. When he got to my parking lot he said,
"Someone may stop by this weekend. You best make sure your
husband behaves himself if they do. And on Sunday night someone,
probably me, will pick you up around ten PM. 

It was still early when he dropped me off. It wasn't quite noon
yet. There were a few people around. It was Friday and there were
always more people around on Friday for some reason. I made it to
my door and went inside and locked it and took a shower.

After I was dry I went back out to the living room and sat down.
I looked at the DVDs. They had professional looking labels. The
first one showed me dancing naked at the club and then fucking
all those men. I hadn't even realized that they had been filming
it! 

The second movie was my school teacher movie and the third was a
two disk set of my night with the bikers. I noticed that the
backyard party wasn't included. I wondered if the DVD of that
party was for private consumption by Mr. Nolan's friends. 

I was going to play the movies and see if I could get some idea
of what it would be like for Jon to watch them. Before I could
start them, however, there was a knock at the door. 

I hid the movies and said, "Just a minute." I started to dash to
the bedroom and get my bathrobe but I heard Greg's voice saying,
"Just open the damned door!"

"Fuck!" I thought. "Just fuck!" I don't normally say, or even
think that word. But lately it hasn't seemed like such a big
deal. 

I realized the robe was a waste of time and I went to the door
and let Greg and Jesse in. 

"Looking lovely again today I see, Toni," said Greg.

"Thank you, Greg," I responded. 

"Crap!" I thought. "I could have really used a little rest."

As soon as they came in I shut the door and locked it behind
them. By the time I turned around they were already undressing.

Still, after what I had been through these guys weren't that bad.
Their dicks weren't very large and they both finished very
quickly, even the second time around went fast. I was just
basically the person they were using to masturbate into now that
they had gotten divorced.

After they left I took another quick shower and was just settling
back down when someone unlocked my door and walked in. I realized
instantly, since he had a key, that he was from Mr. Nolan. I
stood up quickly and he turned and looked at my naked body and
smiled. 

"Very nice!" he said. I looked him over, he was in his forties
and a little paunchy, but not that bad looking. I didn't know
that much about men's clothes, but I could tell that his suit was
very expensive.

I tried to smile and asked, "Can I help you sir?"

He said, "Yes, I do believe that you can. Come over here honey.
Let me get a close look at you."

I moved around the coffee table and stood in front of him. He
looked at me, and then he moved his hands over me for a few
minutes. Then he asked me where the bedroom was and I led him
down the short hall and into my bedroom.

At his instructions I helped him undress and then he stretched
out on my bed. I moved between his legs and started licking and
sucking, but then he told me to move into a sixty-nine position.
I knelt over his face and went back to sucking his cock. He
started playing with and then eating my pussy while I sucked him
and he was very good at it. I came twice before he came in my
mouth. 

After I swallowed his cum he had me get off and just hold his
cock in my mouth for a while. I did as instructed and just laid
there comfortably with my mouth on his cock and his hand on my
breasts. I winced when he played with my new nipple rings and he
said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I never fucked a girl
with pierced nipples before. It's kind of hot!" 

He pushed my head away and he got up on his hands and knees and
made me kneel on the bed behind him. I had no idea what he was
trying to do until he said, "OK, now you eat me."

I hesitated, not really sure what he was ordering me to do. Until
he said, "Come on Toni, get in there and eat my ass for me. That
always turns me on and then I can fuck you."

I knew I had no choice, and he was clean, so I started
tentatively licking around the crack of his ass. He probably
thought I was teasing him, but I was making this up as I went
along. I didn't realize people did this!

I licked all around, everywhere but his asshole. He finally had
enough of my teasing and said, "God you're good girl! Now get
your tongue in there and eat me out."

I took a deep breath and forced myself. I licked his asshole with
my tongue for a few minutes and he obviously loved it. He was
grunting and shivering. Then I worked up the nerve and stiffened
my tongue and worked it into him. "Oh god damn!" he cried out.

He quickly got up on his knees and pulled me down onto my back
and mounted me. He kissed me as we fucked and his excitement was
obvious. After he came I got up and sucked him clean without even
being asked. 

He was lying there panting and recovering. I offered him a drink.


He said, "Sure, what do you have?"

I told him that all I had was ice water or ice tea. He gave me a
funny look and I chuckled and said, "Sorry, but we are newly
weds. We are poor. It's what we drink."

"Oh yeah," he said. "Nolan told me that. When he told me I could
fuck a beautiful young newlywed I just had to do it. I hope you
don't mind too much."

That seemed like a funny thing to say. He had been nice to me
though and I smiled and said, "I understand." I did understand. I
asked, "Would you like the water?"

He nodded and I trotted out to get him some ice water. When I got
back he was almost dressed. He finished dressing and drank the
water and then he kissed my forehead and said, "It was one of the
most wonderful afternoons of my life. Thank you very much."

I told him he was welcome and escorted him to the door. Then I
took another shower. Our water bill was going to be through the
roof next month.

I went in to remake the bed and got a shock like you wouldn't
believe. On my nightstand were three one hundred dollar bills! He
tipped me! Three hundred fucking dollars!!

I puttered around with my head swimming until Jon got home. I had
gotten dressed and I grabbed him and kissed him and said, "Come
on baby, we are going out to eat. My treat! Tonight were going to
a real steakhouse!"

I dragged him out the door and locked up and we went to the car.
He drove to a nice restaurant and we had quite a wait because it
was seven in the evening on a Friday. But it was worth it. I
believe it was the best meal either of us had ever had. We didn't
scrimp either. We had appetizers and wine and desert. 

Jon kept asking what was up but I didn't want that part of my new
life to interfere with our meal so I told him to wait until we
got home.

On the way home I asked him to stop at a store and I ran in and
got some snacks and a bottle of wine and a twelve pack of beer.
The guy behind the counter knew that my ID was fraudulent and
that I was only eighteen, but he didn't really care. He knew I
wasn't going to get crazy with it. It occurred to me that some
nice afternoon I should drop by and thank him properly. As soon
as I had the thought I chuckled at the very idea that it would
even occur to me. It has been a long and life changing week.

When we got home I made Jon comfortable on the couch and I opened
the wine and poured us both a glass. It occurred to me that this
was the first time we had bought wine to drink at home. Then I
reminded myself that just because I had brought home wine it
didn't mean we weren't still poor white trash. We were, after
all, drinking wine from water glasses.

I gave him his glass and we toasted our love and then I sat on
his lap and told him about my strange day. I felt him getting
hard under my butt, but I wanted him to save that. I wanted him
horny when he watched the movie.

I told him about the strange backyard party that I had attended
first. Then I told him about Greg and Jesse. Finally I told him
that the first person to be given a key had finally paid me a
visit. I told him all about the man, what he looked like. How he
dressed. What we did. Finally I told him what I had found when I
had made the bed and I reached into my pocket and handed him two
hundred dollars, give or take a few bucks.

He was astonished, just as I had been. We had never had three
hundred dollars of disposable income in the entire time we had
been together. We talked about some of the things we could do
with it, but decided to do the smart thing and bank it.

What the hell, it seemed like I hardly ever needed clothing
anymore. That was one less expense. I was taking a lot of showers
lately, but I was doing a lot less laundry.

Now that the money had been discussed and settled I stood up and
undressed. Then I pulled his shoes and socks and his pants off. I
picked up the first movie and put it in the DVD player. I told
him, "This is the DVD from the first night, that night in the
club. I don't know what all is on here or how hard it will be to
watch it, but we might as well give it a shot. If it gets to be
too hard to watch we can always shut it off. Are you ready?"

Jon nodded and I handed him 'the man thing'. You know, the remote
control. I settled down with my head in his lap and he started
the movie. The movie didn't contain the opening scene which had
taken place in Mr. Nolan's office. But everything else that
happened was on the very long movie. Including the hours spent on
the dance floor in the nude, my drink from the water bowl on the
table, and all the men that raped me while I was on the table
next to where they were restraining Jon.

We ended up fast forwarding a lot of the dancing. But we watched
everything else. It wasn't until later that we realized that
there were two versions. There was a shorter version in which the
dancing had been edited down to only the more interesting
scenes.

Jon enjoyed it as much as he had the first night. He came in my
mouth three times before we finally got to the end. I didn't cum,
but I had gotten pretty aroused myself when I saw myself dancing
nude on a well lit dance floor surrounded by, and groped by, all
of those strangers. It was horrible at the time. I remember how
traumatized I had been when it was happening. Watching it later
kind of turned me on though.

After all the abuse my body had absorbed this week I was too sore
to fuck, but Jon offered to repay the favor and this time I let
him. I stretched out and spread my legs and put the DVD on and
watched it again while Jon ate my pussy. It was very exciting,
and very satisfying.

I recorked the wine and we finally went to bed. Before we went to
sleep I reminded him that at any time some strange man or men
could come to our door. They could walk right into our bedroom
before we knew they were here. If they did, I would have to do
everything that they wanted. He would have to put up with it.
Hell, he might even enjoy it!

He kissed me and we spooned and he held me for a while. While we
lay there he told me that he had a rare Saturday off tomorrow,
but he warned me that there had been an awful lot of people out
sick today, so he might get called in. He turned the alarm off
and we slept late the next morning. Apparently all of his sick
coworkers got better, he wasn't called in to work.




I got up and made breakfast in the morning and we just lounged
around for a while. Jon liked the way I spent my time nude now. I
did the laundry and a little housework and we went grocery
shopping. I had to dress for that, of course. It was the first
time that I was able to spend as much money as we really needed
to spend to feed ourselves for a week. I even bought a twelve
pack of coke!

In the evening we snuggled up on the couch after supper and had
another glass of wine and I put the second DVD on. This was the
school teacher movie. I had told Jon what happened and I had
warned him that it was probably a pretty violent movie, but he
hadn't seen it and he was curious. 

I was curious too. I tried to look at it as if I were someone who
was seeing it for the first time and didn't know anything about
it, and certainly wasn't the star of it. I tried to imagine what
it would be like to see it from Jon's perspective.

I was laying there with Jon's hardon in my face and his hand on
my breast and I watched myself getting violently raped by four
black boys and then by four black men. I saw my ass being taken
for the first time and saw the genuine expressions of pain and
fear on my face. I saw how helpless I was and how cruel the men
were. I found myself getting very excited watching it! 

I knew that was wrong. I still remembered vividly how much I had
suffered when those men had raped me. I can only surmise that my
new porn star career was warping me. I would not have had this
reaction two weeks ago, when I was a nave young housewife who was
uncomfortable with any sex that wasn't with my husband in the
missionary position.

I was also aware of Jon's reactions. He was definitely turned on.
I lifted my head and unfastened his pants and opened them up. I
laid my head back down so that my mouth was close to the head of
his cock. I pulled his shorts down and held them out of the way
with my fingers and licked and kissed the drooling head of his
cock. I watched it throbbing and heard his heavy breathing and I
held just the head of his cock between my lips and licked at it
lightly with my tongue and he lifted his butt off of the cushion
and filled my mouth with his cum. I had to assume the movie was
having an effect on him too.

I could no longer ignore the effect that it was having on me
either. In the past week I must have been raped by at least two
hundred men. I had really been looking forward to letting my
pussy have a day of rest, but I really needed to cum right now.
My dear, sweet husband knew it too. He slid out from under me,
knelt at my knees and ate my pussy through several badly needed
orgasms. Then he took his seat again and he used the remote
control to replay several of the parts he had really liked.

I had noticed that there was a section of the DVD entitled
Special Features. I told him to see what it was and one of them
was called "The Producers Party". It turned out to be the
highlights of the first afternoon after I had become a slave.
When Mr. Nash had taken me to the backyard of that house in the
expensive neighborhood and I had been strapped to a bench and
fucked by a lot more men than I had realized, as I saw when I
watched the DVD. I noticed that the faces of Mr. Nolan and the
other six men who had been sitting out back when I first arrived
were not in the movie. I had told Jon about the grand finale of
that afternoon, the huge canister of cum I had been forced to
drink. But seeing it was something else. He kept saying, "Oh my
god," under his breath. 

I was getting sick again just watching it.

We went to bed very early again. It had been a very hard week for
both of us. 

We got up early Sunday morning. I didn't tell Jon that I was
going to be picked up tonight until late afternoon. I didn't want
it ruining his day. 

We had planned on waiting to watch the biker DVDs, but by
midmorning we had read the Sunday paper and there was nothing on
TV and we couldn't stand it any longer. I dug them out and we got
comfortable on the couch and we started the movie. 

For a porn movie it was really well done. I watched myself being
dragged out of the car on a quiet country road and stripped and
carried off by a biker gang. They edited the film from the
different cameras so that it looked like I had been on the bike
for much longer than I was. 

This time Jon had taken his pants off before the movie and I had
his cock in my mouth while we watched. His fingers were tickling
my clit lightly. We were exhausted by the end of the first DVD of
that day. We had both come several times. The second DVD would
have to wait.

I made a light lunch and then I took a nap. I knew that I was
going to have a hard night tonight. Before I went to lie down I
told Jon that I was being picked up later.

Jon woke me up at eight PM and he had already made supper. We ate
and I noticed that the closer it got to time for me to go the
quieter it got. I took a shower and at ten PM I was waiting by
the door in just my shoes.




Mr. Nash showed up, punctual as always. I let him in and he
checked me out. He ignored Jon and pushed me to my knees and made
me suck him off right there by the door. I noticed that the front
door was not closed. I heard someone go by on the walkway outside
the door. I heard them stop, and then go on. I couldn't see them
though. I have no idea who it was.

After I sucked Mr. Nash off he sent me to rinse out my mouth and
then we left.

It was late and there didn't seem to be anyone around as we left.
I saw one couple leaning up against a car making out. They
stopped what they were doing when they saw me. But that was it.
No crowds, no kids, nobody I knew for a change.

I was taken back to the club and although I had spent most of an
evening in there a week ago in the nude, it was still hard to
walk into a place like this where everyone is dressed up to
attract the opposite sex, where most of the people are just
normal couples out for a little good clean fun. All conversation
stopped as I passed. The crowds parted and everyone stared. I
suppose that more than a few of the people in here must have
recognized me from last Monday when I was first put on display. 

Mr. Nash led me to Mr. Nolan's office and after knocking he
pushed me in. There were two couples sitting in the office with
him. They stopped talking and watched my entrance. I noticed that
both women had that look in their eyes when they looked at me.
They had that "What a slut!" look. The look in the men's eyes was
slightly different.

Mr. Nolan said, "How is my little slave this evening?"

"Fine sir," I responded.

"Had a pretty rough week?" he asked.

"It has had its moments, sir."

"Have you been bothered much by the neighbors?" he asked. I
couldn't help wondering if he already knew. 

"Yes, a couple of them have been taking advantage of me sir."

He just chuckled. Then he said, "You may or may not be pleased to
know that your movies are selling faster than we can produce
them. Your term of indenture may be shorter than I imagined. I am
starting to regret making you that promise."

"Anyway," he went on, changing the subject. "I had so many people
ask about you after last week that I decided it would be fun to
have you back. All the rules are still in effect of course. The
only thing you may say no to is if you are asked to leave the
club. You don't leave the premises without my permission. My
friends here are going to go out and enjoy the evening and you
will start out at their table. I don't care where you end up as
long as it is in the club. Have fun."

"Shit!" I thought. "At least the last time I had underwear on."

It was quiet when I followed them out to the table that was
reserved for them. The band was getting set up to start playing
again and the canned music had been turned off. I sat on the
outside of the booth and while we were waiting for the music to
start one of the women looked at me, the disgust was obvious in
her expression. 

"How could you do something like this?!" she asked. 

I looked at her and said quietly, "The only other choice I had
was to let him kill my husband and me. I'm only eighteen. I just
got married a month ago. I don't want to die."

She turned almost as red as I was. Then the music started and
that was the end of most of the conversation. It was a different
band this week, but the same music. I was asked to dance almost
immediately, and that was the last time I sat down at my table
until the club closed at two AM. 

The evening started out just like last time. The space around me
on the dance floor cleared and people stared in disbelief as I
danced naked. Hands were all over me, from all directions, and I
could do nothing to discourage them. 

Before very long though, things started to change. Someone
finally got brave and dragged me back to their booth. There were
four of them in the booth, four men in their mid twenties. As
soon as the man that had taken charge of me sat down he pushed me
under the table. I sucked him and all of his friends off before
one of his friends took me back out to the dance floor. As he
pulled me out from under the table I saw at least twenty men and
quite a few women standing around watching me.

I visited a dozen booths that night. When I wasn't under a table
sucking cocks I was being dragged into the men's room. I found
myself forced in there a half a dozen times to entertain men. I
have to tell you, the men's room is not a nice place if you are
going to be spending time on your knees.

By 2:15 AM the place had emptied out. I had to fuck the band
again and the wait staff. Then I was allowed to use the ladies
room before Mr. Nash took me home. I sat in front this time and
sucked his cock all the way home. I had to finish him off in the
parking lot. Then he told me that nothing was planned for the
rest of Monday, so I could sleep late. But I was to be ready on
Tuesday morning at nine AM.

I suddenly realized I hadn't brought a key. I made it to my door
and had to wake Jon up and wait for him to let me in. Good thing
it was so early in the morning and no one was around.

I gave Jon the abridged version of the night's events. I knew he
would be seeing it in person soon. I had started looking last
night and that club has cameras everywhere! Even in the men's and
lady's rooms!






Not long after Jon went to work the next morning, there was a
knock at my door. I went and got my robe. I should really start
keeping it by the door. When I opened the door it was the young
kid from a few doors down. The fourteen year old that had been
pulled back into his apartment by his screaming mother that
second day I left my apartment naked.

"Hello," I said. "Did you want something?" I asked. It occurred
to me that I should be more careful how I greet people now.

"I saw you last night," he said. "I see you a lot. Leaving and
coming home with no clothes on. And I see men going into your
apartment. Last night I saw you on your knees in front of that
guy that picks you up all the time."

"I am sorry that you saw that," I said. I didn't know what else
to say.

"I want you to do that to me too," he said. I wasn't sure if that
had been a request or an order.

I said, "Honey, aren't you a little too young to be doing that
kind of stuff!"

"No I'm not. I know kids younger than me that have done it," he
insisted.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" I asked, stalling to think of some
way out of this.

"Some days I don't make it all the way to school. I don't like
school. Are you going to do it or not?"

"I could get in a lot of trouble if I did that with you. Women my
age can go to jail for having sex with kids your age. I don't
want to get in trouble," I said, being as reasonable as I could.

"Then maybe you should invite me in so that people don't see me
standing here and wonder what I am doing outside of the naked
ladies house."

I backed up and let him in. I couldn't win this. I knew a threat
when I heard one and I had everything to lose. This brat would be
happy to get me in trouble and with my strange behavior around
here lately he would have no trouble getting people to believe I
had molested him.

He stepped inside with a huge grin on his face. I was waiting to
see what he would do, so I didn't offer anything. He walked to
the couch and sat down and actually started giving orders, the
cheeky little bastard!

He told me to take off my robe. When I did he stood back up and
made me lay down on the couch. He knelt beside me and he examined
my body thoroughly. He played with my nipple rings and asked if
it hurt when I got them. 

"Yes," I said. "It hurt like hell."

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "They sure look hot. You are prettier than a
lot of those girls in Playboy!"

"Thank you," I said. I knew it wasn't true. It wasn't so much
that I was prettier than those girls. It was more that I was here
and naked."

He finally stood up and stripped off his clothes and tried to
straddle my chest. It was kind of close quarters on the couch
though, so he made me lay on the floor. Then he knelt over me and
rubbed his little dick on my tits. I suppose he was pretty well
developed for a fourteen year old, but after what I had been
through lately I wasn't impressed. I watched him rubbing his dick
over me. I assume that this was something he had imagined doing
for some time now. 

After a few minutes he inched up my body and sat on my breasts.
That caused me to remember just how recently my nipples had been
pierced. He rubbed his dick on my lips. "Suck it," he ordered. 

I could tell that this was going to go quickly. I wrapped my lips
around his throbbing little pecker and almost immediately he
thrust forward one time and came in my mouth. 

He leaned forward on his arms with his dick in my mouth, swearing
and moaning, long after he stopped cumming. But he never really
got soft. I sucked gently until he pulled out and slid down and
spread my legs with his knee. 

He dropped onto me and I had to help him find the entrance to my
pussy so that he could fuck me. He lasted a little longer this
time, but not much. After he came in me he lay on top of me and
played with my boobs for a while. Then he started fucking me
again. He lasted long enough that I was actually starting to get
amused this time. Then he came again and got up and got dressed.
He had never said another word to me after he ordered me to lie
on the floor! 

Not thank you, or goodbye, nothing. He just dressed and left.
Asshole!

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, and then I went back out
to the living room and stretched out on the couch and watched
parts of the first DVD. I was fascinated by the part where I was
dancing at the club, first in my panties, then naked. I don't
know why I find that particular event so arousing, but I do. I
had done it again last night, but the first time was the one that
was the most exciting. 

I was lying on my couch, not masturbating, but playing with
myself, toying with my clit and watching the movie when something
caught my eye. I avoided looking directly at it, but I knew what
it was immediately! I got up and went to the bedroom and
straightened up. As I moved around the room I discreetly looked
around, then I did the same thing in the bathroom and finally the
kitchen. That bastard Nolan had put hidden cameras in every room
in my apartment! 

It suddenly occurred to me that it was a damned good thing I
hadn't told either Greg or that damned kid to fuck off! I would
have been in a lot of trouble for disobeying the rules.

I didn't know what to do now. I didn't want them to know that I
knew I was being watched, and probably filmed. So I had to keep
behaving as I had been. I had to stay naked and just do what I
would normally do.

It was lunch time, so I had a tuna fish sandwich and a glass of
tea, in the nude of course. Then I cleaned up the kitchen and was
just about to watch some more of my DVD when someone knocked at
the door. I peeked out through the window and saw that it was
Greg and so I didn't bother with my robe. I let him in and he
smiled and said "Good afternoon."

I asked him what he wanted. He was carrying a gym bag and I
figured he had something planned. He put the bag down in a chair
and he said, "I bought you some toys. I want you to use them
while I take some pictures of you."

"What are you going to do with the pictures Greg?" I asked
suspiciously.

Greg smiled and said, "Any god damned thing I fucking want! Go
sit on the couch."

I shrugged my shoulders and sat on the couch. Greg reached into
his bag and pulled out an expensive looking digital camera. He
also pulled out a large rubber penis. It was very realistic. He
ordered me to play with it. 

I may be the only woman in the western world that doesn't own a
vibrator, or know what to do with a fake penis. This was not a
vibrator, just a very realistic looking penis. I looked at it and
then I asked him what he wanted me to do with it.

He told me to kiss it and lick it and then suck on it for a few
minutes. Then he wanted me to rub it over my body and end up with
it in my pussy. I did what he asked, trying to act like I
imagined he wanted as I posed with the silly thing. I wasn't all
that anxious to put the thing in my mouth, but it was clean and
there was no bad taste. It was hard to look sexy for his pictures
when I felt so silly. But he seemed satisfied and he took a lot
of pictures.

I was slowly pumping it into my pussy when he put the camera
down, opened his pants and pulled his cock out and offered it to
my mouth. I sucked him while I continued to fuck myself with the
rubber cock and he picked up the camera and got some close-ups of
my mouth wrapped around his cock. He came quickly and then he
stood back and ordered me to suck the rubber cock clean. 

When I had cleaned it he took it back and then he reached in his
bag and handed me a strange looking contraption. It was a
vibrator, but it had an appendage on it that curved up and
massaged my clitoris. As soon as I started using it I knew that I
had to get me one of these! My entire lower body was in love with
this thing. I started involuntarily jerking my hips up and down
and I closed my eyes and gasped. Then I heard myself swearing
loudly as I had a huge orgasm. What a wonderful machine!

I started to remove it from my pussy but Greg said, "Again."

Oh well, if I must, I must!

I continued to massage my pussy and my clit with the big plastic
toy while Greg took more pictures of my pussy and my face. All
the while his cock was hanging out of his pants and I could see
that before long he was going to have to do something with it
again. 

He made me suck the vibrator clean. Then he took it away and put
his camera down and climbed on top of me. He was fully dressed. I
felt his zipper scratching me as he humped away at me. Thankfully
he was not ever going to be known for his endurance. I sucked him
clean when he got off of me then I checked to make sure that I
wasn't scratched up.

He grinned stupidly and said, "Sorry, you are just so fucking hot
I lose control around you."

I told him it was alright. What else could I say?

I guess he was anxious to download his new pictures and see how
they came out on his computer, because he left right away. I sat
up and saw that I was about to leak cum onto the sofa so I
scooped it up and held it in my hand and looked at it for a
minute. 

It occurred to me that that little glob of white cream was one of
the most powerful substances on earth. It was the motive behind a
great deal of the things that were done and said in life. It was
the reason I was spending three months as a sex slave. It was the
reason I was being gangbanged and forced to make porn movies. 

It was also the reason people fell in love and got married.

I was tempted to put it in my mouth, just to fuck with whoever
was watching me. Instead I went to the bathroom and took another
shower.

The rest of the day was uneventful and I made a nice dinner for
Jon when he got home, a dinner that wasn't meatloaf or hotdogs or
spaghetti. I didn't tell Jon about the cameras. I know I should
have. I was afraid he would do something stupid and get us in
trouble.

We had a nice quiet evening. We watched the second half of the
biker DVD. The part where I get my nipples pierced, the part that
ends with me eating three sloppy, slut pussies. I sucked on Jon's
cock, as usual, while we watched. 

We had not made love since this mess we were in had started. His
arm was better now and my pussy had most of the day off, so I was
ready for some love. When the movie ended I got up and pulled him
to his feet and then I grabbed his cock and led him to the
bedroom.

We made love then. Making love is so much nicer than fucking.
Well, sometimes fucking is good, it can be exciting, but making
love is so much better. It had been a while and Jon is very good
at it. 

Afterwards, when we were lying together cuddling, I thought to
myself that I hoped those bastards were watching and learned
something.

For me, this had been an easy day. No gangbangs, no parading
around town in the nude. I had two visitors, a kid who was easy
to handle and Greg, who wasn't much worse than masturbating, just
an easy day for a change. 

An easy day until there was a noise in my bedroom at 2:30 AM and
I woke up to see three strange men standing over me. I could
smell the alcohol. I suddenly knew beyond a doubt that that
fucking Nolan saw us making love and being happy and was just
fucking with us. I knew it!

Jon woke up when they turned the light on. He looked at them and
looked at me and waited to see what was going to happen. I was
relieved. I was terrified that he would freak out and get beat up
again.

One of the men pulled the sheet off of me and the three men
crowded around to look at me, then touch. They ran their hands
over my breasts and up my thighs. I just lay there quietly
letting them do what they wanted. Jon watched for a minute and
then he got up. I looked at him, trying to see what he was
thinking. He seemed embarrassed. I asked him to stay. I knew he
liked to watch. I was thinking it might be easier if in my mind I
was doing this for Jon.

He said, "Are you sure?"

I smiled and nodded.

The men were undressing; they hadn't said a word to either of us
since they came in. They had made a few crude remarks among
themselves, but they treated us like we weren't even humans.

One of them stood by my head and made me suck him for a minute,
and then he climbed on top of me and fucked me. He was apparently
a little too drunk. I thought he was going to last all night. He
finally came though, and the other two each took their turns. It
was not in the least exciting. They were drunk and I assumed that
they had been sent here after the club closed to ruin my evening.


Jon followed them to the door when they left and locked the door
after them. Then he came back just as I was about to get up and
get cleaned up and change the sheets. Jon stopped me. He got back
in bed with me and started kissing and caressing me and finally
he went for sloppy fourths. I grinned at him and asked, "What the
hell are you doing?"

"I don't want them to think they ruined our night," he
whispered.

"You know about the cameras?!" I whispered back incredulously.
"How long have you known?"

"I saw them Tuesday morning," he said, "how about you?" 

"Not until this afternoon. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Probably for the same reason you didn't tell me."

"But what if I had said no to that teenager this morning? I
almost did!"

"Well, I admit I hadn't anticipated a teenager dropping by, but
you had already demonstrated that you obeyed their orders. I
thought it was safe. I didn't want you to feel self conscious."

I bit his neck and we went back to fucking, not making love this
time. Fucking! Like I said, sometimes fucking is fun.






I was ready and waiting at nine when Mr. Nash arrived. He settled
for a blowjob this morning. After I rinsed my mouth out I was
taken back to that same house in the middle class neighborhood
where I had been taken last Friday and had such an easy day of
it. 

The same gentleman answered the door this time and I followed him
into the backyard again. There were eleven people there this
time, all different than the ones that were here last time, and
the two camera men. I still didn't get it. For the next two hours
I sucked and fucked these men, nothing kinky, well, except that
it was a gangbang and I didn't know any of them and they were
usually doing it two at a time. Except for those things there was
nothing kinky. But the cameras recorded everything. It just
didn't make sense.

Everyone was done with me before Mr. Nash arrived so I cleaned up
and had a beer and chatted with the guys for a while. They were
all nice and I was having a good time. I even got a good
cheeseburger out of it.

Mr. Nash finally arrived and drove me home. This time he went
inside with me. He ordered me into the bedroom and he followed,
undressing as he went. He put me on the bed on hands and knees
and then he started fingering my ass. I dreaded what I realized
was going to happen, but I guess I could take it. At least he was
using some kind of lube. They hadn't done that the first dozen
times. 

I kept telling myself to relax as he forced his cock into me. It
hurt at first, but it was tolerable. If it had been someone I
liked I might even have found it pleasant, much to my surprise.

He came after a long time. I had sucked him off when he picked me
up this morning, so he wasn't starving for sex. I sucked his cock
clean and as he left he called out to me that I should be ready
at the same time tomorrow. I went to the bathroom and sat on the
toilet for a while.

After I showered it was still only about 1:30 PM. I sat in the
living room, naked of course and I read a little of my book. It
had been so long I had forgotten what book I had been reading. I
was startled by a noise and I looked up and saw my gentleman
friend from last Friday. The man who tipped me $300! 

I stood up and smiled and ran over to him and hugged him. I told
him how sweet he was and how much I appreciated his generosity.
He actually blushed!

I took his suit coat and placed it gently on the back of a chair.
Then I led him by the hand to my bedroom. I helped him undress
and I invited him to lie on the bed on his stomach. When he was
comfortable I started at the base of his neck and licked his
entire back, his neck, his back, the backs of his arms, his
fingers, his legs and even his feet, finally ending up at his
butt. I licked all around it and then spread his cheeks gently
and licked and sucked and teased his ass as he shivered and
groaned and gasped.

When he could stand it no more he spun over onto his back and I
asked him if he wanted my mouth or pussy. He thought about it a
second and said, "Pussy. Sit on me and fuck me so I can watch
your tits while you do it."

I was happy to oblige. I straddled him and eased down onto his
cock and started, slowly at first, but quickly building speed and
fucking him hard. I felt my breasts swaying violently and I
looked at his eyes and I saw lust and it made me so hot I
actually came before he did. I didn't stop though. I kept sliding
up and down on his pole until he grabbed my tits and thrust
violently up to meet me. When he was finished I kept his cock in
me and gently stretched out on him and kissed his neck and his
ear and his shoulder. 

I felt his cock twitching and getting hard again and I pulled off
of him and moved down and sucked him to another orgasm as he
watched. When he was done I held his cock in my mouth and
massaged it with my tongue. It started slowly coming to life
again and as I sucked him to his third orgasm I reached my finger
down between his thighs and wormed it up to his asshole and
massaged it. He came violently. 

When I finally had sucked him dry I looked up and smiled at him.
He was staring at me in astonishment.

He pulled me close after he came that third time and said, "I
haven't had three orgasms in a row since I was in my twenties.
You are a very special young lady. Thank you."

I smiled and said, "You are very welcome." And I meant it.

Then I whispered, "Would you like to try for four?"

He laughed and slapped my ass and said, some day, when I have
more time, I believe I will just have to see if you can to it.
Somehow I think you can."

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked. "Thanks to you I
have something to offer you besides water and tea. Would you like
a coke or a beer?"

He smiled and said, "A coke to go would be very nice Toni. Thank
you."

I went out and got him a coke and met him at the door. I helped
him into his jacket and handed him the coke and kissed his cheek
and told him that he was welcome to come back any time.

After he left I went to the bathroom and took another shower. I
was putting off going into the bedroom to see if he had left me
another tip. It might have been just a one shot deal. It might
have been just because I told him how poor I was. 

I put off looking as long as I could, but finally I had to go
into the bedroom and make the bed. I stripped off the bedspread,
it would need washing. The sheets seemed okay. Finally I peeked
on the nightstand and I gasped. I almost fell to my knees. I saw
a wad of bills. There was a one hundred dollar bill on top. I
picked them up with shaking hands and counted out five of them!

I almost called Jon at work to tell him. I wanted to go door to
door to share my excitement. I didn't even know this guy's name!

I dressed quickly, before any of my nasty neighbors could come
over and interfere. Then I went out and walked up the street to
our bank. I deposited four hundred and fifty dollars and then I
went to the grocery store and bought the two biggest rib eye
steaks they had, a bottle of better wine and two wine glasses.

I rushed home with my purchases and baked a cake. I still had an
hour and a half before Jon got home. I was hoping that nobody
dropped in to spoil my mood. Time was on my side. The later it
became, the less apt anyone was to disturb me. 

I watched out the window when it was time for Jon to get home. As
soon as I saw his car I threw the steaks into the already hot
frying pan. I had some onions frying up on another burner and I
had made some homemade French fries and some rolls that were
keeping warm in the oven.

Jon came in and I ran to him and kissed him and led him to the
table. I had the wine open and breathing and I poured us both a
glass. We toasted and he sipped his wine with a curious look on
his face while I flipped the steaks over. I set the potatoes and
rolls out and put the onions in a bowl and put them on the table.
By then the steaks were ready and I served them and we sat down
to the best meal I had ever cooked.

He looked at me and smiled and said, "You are dying to tell me,
but you are going to make me wait, aren't you?"

I giggled and nodded.

So we ate a quiet and very pleasant meal. We were both too full
for desert, so we put that off for an hour or so. I cleaned off
the table and poured another glass of wine and then I handed him
the deposit slip.

He looked at it and then at me and I said, "Remember that guy
from Friday that tipped me $300?"

Jon nodded.

Well, he came back this afternoon and I was very nice to him. It
wasn't hard. I like him. He is nice. He is probably the sweetest
guy I have ever met, except for you of course. I was afraid to
look after I let him out. I went and took a shower and then
changed the bed spread, and then I finally had to look. There
were five one hundred dollar bills on my nightstand!

I also told him about Mr. Nash fucking my ass and that strange
party this morning. I told Jon that it was just like last Friday.
Not that many men, nothing weird. But they filmed it all. 

Jon said that there was something strange where he worked today
too. Almost half the men called in sick again. Except this time,
except for one man, it was all different men. Jon was kind of
proud because the boss didn't know what was going on, but he knew
that the only one that wasn't pulling something was Jon.

We were getting ready to have a piece of cake for desert when
there was a knock at the door. I was afraid it was someone I
would have to have sex with. I peeked out the curtain and saw Mr.
Nash and I was afraid I would have to go somewhere. But he just
handed me two new DVDs and left without saying a word.

I looked at them after I closed the door. One of them was from my
last night at the club, dancing nude and servicing strange men.
The other was a combination of the parties on Friday and this
morning at that house out in the suburbs.

I handed them to Jon and his face went white when he saw the
second one. 

"What's the matter?" I asked. The expression on his face was
really worrying me.

"Those dirty bastards!" he said. 

"What? I don't understand!"

He held up the DVD of the two tame parties and said, "These are
all of the guys I work with. They invited everyone I work with to
fuck my wife! I wonder if they knew who you were."

I shrugged and said, "They didn't seem to, but that doesn't mean
they won't be informed. They will probably all end up with copies
of the DVD."

I was a little surprised when I saw the expression on his face
lighten up and he even smiled and said, "Aw fuck it, so what! If
they all know that they have fucked my beautiful, sexy, young
wife then they can only be jealous of me. I am proud of you and I
don't care what they do!"

I hugged him and we kissed passionately. Then we ate a piece of
cake and watched the DVD of my most recent visit to the club.

We were too tired to make love when we went to bed, so we spooned
ourselves to sleep.






The next morning I got a call from Mr. Nash saying that he
wouldn't be here until noon. So I got comfortable and read my
book for a while. He finally showed up and this time he didn't
want sex. He locked my door and took my key and I followed him
out to the car. We passed several people but I just ignored them.


This time we drove to the club. I was surprised because it wasn't
open yet. We went inside and into the back to Mr. Nolan's office.
Before we got started he wanted a blowjob and I was getting so
good at them that it wasn't even a big deal anymore.

Then he offered me a seat and he came around and sat on the edge
of his desk in front of me. He handed me a check for $3,500. 

I looked at him dumbly and he chuckled and said, "I cheated you
out of that last blowjob just now. You didn't owe it to me. I
must say though, you have really improved in a short period of
time!"

I still didn't know what to say. It had only been a little more
than a week! What happened to three months?

"Okay, here's the deal," he said. "Remember I said that your
movies were selling like crazy?" I nodded and he continued, "Well
I wasn't exaggerating. They have set all kinds of records, but
that was only half of it. Those cameras that you discovered have
been in place for just over a week, and everything that happens
in your apartment has been going out on the internet to paid
subscribers."

"You can take that check and call it quits. I will send someone
over to pick up the cameras and everything stops. Or, I can leave
the cameras in, keep broadcasting to the growing crowd of
subscribers, and keep sending men over from time to time. You
would also have to keep entertaining the neighbors. After all,
there has to be something to watch. In return I will give you a
check for $5,000 a week. What do you say?"

"Will that nice man from Friday and yesterday keep coming over? I
like him."

Mr. Nolan chuckled and said, "He was in here a little while ago
and he heard the nice things you said about him to Jon. I
couldn't keep him out of your place if I tried."

"Can I call Jon first?" I asked. 

Mr. Nolan nodded and I had to borrow his phone. We couldn't
afford cell phones. They left me alone and I called Jon and told
him briefly what Mr. Nolan had said. 

He said, "For five thousand a week they can send someone over to
fuck me!" Then he paused and said, "Unless you don't want to do
it."

"I want to do it," I said. "I love you Jon. Bye." 

I hung up and went out to find Mr. Nolan. He was standing by the
bar and he offered me a drink when I approached. I took a coke
and told him that we had a deal. 

He asked if I would make more movies. I thought about it and
said, "If they aren't too violent."

"What is your definition of 'too violent'," he asked.

I thought about that and said, "Nothing worse than what I have
already done, and maybe a lot less people messing with my butt
would be nice."

He pouted and said, "Does that mean I'll never get a shot at
it?"

"We'll have to see. You have a pretty wide load there."

Then I remembered something I wanted to ask. "Do the guys that
work with Jon know who they were fucking?"

"Not yet, but eventually they will. Someone will come to your
house, or you will go to his store, or there will be a party, or
someone will see a picture. It's like a time bomb."

"That was a nasty thing to do. Why would you do that?" I asked.

He shrugged and said, "That's how my mind works."

I left then. Mr. Nash took me home. He came in for a quickie
since he didn't get any this morning. I sucked him until his cock
was hard and then he bent be over a chair and fucked me in his
usual brutal manner. As he fucked me I couldn't help wondering
how many hundreds, or even thousands of people were watching. 

Before he left he handed me a dozen disks. They were a record of
everything that had happened in our apartment since the cameras
were installed.

 I dressed and took the check for $3,500 to the bank and
deposited it.

Shortly after I got home Greg and Jesse were at my door and I
spent an hour with them. They are slowly becoming more
imaginative.

The nice man who tipped me comes around about once a week now.
His name is Francis, I kid you not! The first time he came by,
after the start of the new deal, he tried to give me $1,000! He
said that was what he had paid Mr. Nolan. I refused to take it
and we ended up compromising on $500. He was a little confused.
He never had a hooker, which is what I am now I suppose, refuse
to take is money. 

Francis is the owner of a very large, multi-national company and
he has offered to send me some nice, rich clients. Somehow the
idea of being paid to fuck, and being paid by all the people who
want to watch, well, it all just makes me hot.

We have a new car now, a Cadillac. We are thinking about moving,
but there are drawbacks. Our new house would have to be wired for
sound and cameras, and we probably wouldn't have the generous
supply of horny neighbors that we have here. Still, we don't want
to live in this little apartment forever.

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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