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The Humiliation of Linda
By vulgus

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Story codes: NC/Blackmail/Rp/IR

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

This was my first story and was originally posted sometime in the
early to mid nineties, before the internet became ubiquitous. It
is a bit dated, but not enough to require a rewrite. I hope you
enjoy.

CHAPTER ONE


I cannot believe what I did last night! I have been sitting here
at the kitchen table all morning going over it in my head,
reliving it. I am shocked, mortified, and even worse, excited.

I am a happily married woman. Well, mostly happy. My husband has
this great new job, lots of money, and we have a very nice house.
Unfortunately, he travels all the time. So I find myself sitting
around the house bored to death.

We recently bought a new computer. My husband uses it when he
works at home. I use it to play when he is out of town. I
discovered "chatting", and that led to the opening of a whole new
horizon. I was shocked when I first went on line and saw the
chat-rooms that people could explore. Sex with animals, rape,
something called water sports, even sex with kids! I also saw
channels that were for people who apparently shared my most
secret fantasy but for a long time I resisted going in.

I don't know if I was just trying to avoid trouble, or if I was
afraid of making the fantasy too real. I have had fantasies of
being a sex slave to an older man since I was in my early teens.
Usually to someone who was not attractive, and who was mean and
took pleasure in making me do things that were nasty and
perverted and humiliating.  I had no idea where these fantasies
come from, but I frequently fantasized about them while
masturbating, and even when making love to my husband.

Finally, one day, during one of my husband's many trips out of
town, I went in.  Well, it was fantastic!  I was invited to chat
by an older man and we acted out my fantasy on line.  I described
myself to him. I am twenty-three, five foot seven, 118, natural
blonde, 32B, and I am considered quite attractive.  He was
forty-eight, five foot ten, 225, and he insisted that he had a
thick nine inch cock.  He even sent me a picture of it. Of
course, I don't know if it was actually his picture. It didn't
really matter. It was very impressive though.

I agreed to do everything he ordered me to do.  At his direction
I took off my t-shirt, my jeans, my panties, I wasn't wearing a
bra. Now I was totally naked, talking to a strange man about sex!
It was very exciting. I imagined that he could see me and he made
me touch myself and brought me to orgasm as he described all the
things he would love to do to me.

I was hooked!  From then on, whenever my husband was away, I was
on the Internet.  I was in that chat-room, or a similar one.  I
told strange men my fantasies, in great detail, and acted out
their fantasies as well. I couldn't get enough. I explored some
of the other kinky channels, including the rape channel. I found
a lot of excitement there too. But I always went back to looking
for a man to tell me what to do, to use me and abuse me.

Well, last night things got a little out of hand. My husband had
been gone almost two weeks. I was incredibly horny and lonely. I
had drunk a couple of glasses of wine. I am not a total
non-drinker, but my limit is usually one glass. 

I was talking to a guy from Australia, an older guy, who was a
bit wilder than I was used to, but he was so far away that I felt
safe, and I was getting pretty tipsy, so I was enjoying it. He
convinced me to get a third glass of wine as we talked.  Big
mistake!!  I did, and as the evening wore on I found myself doing
everything that he ordered.  He was pretty good at it too. He
really knew how to push my buttons.

He talked about making me fuck and suck strange men for his
amusement. Undressing me in public, letting men touch me
intimately in a public place. He made me touch myself. He got me
so aroused, and I was so tipsy, I guess I just got carried away.

He told me to call a taxi, and when the driver got there I was to
go out to the car, naked, and bend over the hood and beg the
driver to fuck me.  I could not do that, of course. Not in this
neighborhood. I told him I wanted to serve him, but I couldn't
obey that order. He kept after me though, and as unbelievable as
it seems, we reached a compromise. I would call a taxi, and when
it arrived I would go out in my robe and ask the driver to come
in and help me with my bags. 

I cannot explain why I agreed to this. I guess it was a
combination of the wine, being so aroused, and a desire to
experiment with my fantasies. Maybe doing it on the computer just
wasn't enough anymore. I actually made the call for a taxi!

As I waited for the taxi to arrive my Australian master began
giving me instructions on what to do when he arrived. He kept
trying to get me to do something outside, but finally he became
more reasonable.  I would go outside, in only my robe, and invite
the driver in. I would ask him to sit in my chair at the
computer, and my master would explain that I was his slave and I
would do whatever he wanted. He was going to tell the driver that
I was going to lick him and suck him and then let him fuck me. 
While I was doing this, the driver was to tell him all about it.
I was to have our Polaroid camera ready so that the driver could
take some pictures of me to send to him. I thought that would be
safe, he was half a world away, and I was half drunk.

Things didn't go exactly as planned, but just about. It was like
I was watching myself from outside my body! I heard the cab pull
up in my driveway. I put my robe on and hurried out. I invited
the driver in. He seemed a little put out but he agreed to help
me with my bags.

I don't know what I was expecting, he was very unattractive, very
overweight, in his mid to late forties, and he didn't look all
that clean. I cannot explain why I didn't come to my senses and
tell him it was all a mistake. It was like I was in a trance. I
suppose that I had slipped so much into that character I had been
fantasizing about since puberty that I had given up my free
will.

I led him inside. I could almost feel his eyes on me, trying to
see through my thin robe. I led him into the computer room and
asked him to sit in my chair. 

He looked a little worried. It was obvious that something unusual
was going on. I opened my robe and as his eyes bugged out I told
him that someone on the computer wanted to talk to him.

I cannot explain how I felt when I stood nude in front of this
strange man. All of a sudden I was in one of my fantasies. I was
embarrassed. I was aroused. I was totally without free will. At
that point I was ready to do whatever I was told, the nastier the
better.

He finally tore his eyes away from my now naked body and looked
at the computer screen.  I leaned over and told my Aussie master
that I was now nude and the cab driver was sitting in my chair
waiting for him to explain.

My master told the driver that I was his sex slave slut. I would
do everything he told me to do. Then he invited the taxi driver
to explore my body while he told him what to do to me.

I jumped as I felt his large clammy hands touch my skin. He
started at my thigh in the back. His hand moved up over my ass,
pausing there for a few moments. Eventually it moved around to my
front and up to my tits, exploring every inch of me, thoroughly,
roughly. After several minutes of pawing my tits his hand moved
down to my pussy and he left it there as he turned back to the
screen. 

My Australian master told the driver that he wanted him describe
everything I was doing as he ordered me to touch him and suck him
and fuck him. Here is where the first hitch occurred. Our driver
could not type. So I was to service the driver, and keep my
master informed at the same time. All during this conversation
the driver's hands were all over me, humiliating me, driving me
crazy.

I knelt and unzipped the driver's pants. He stood and I pulled
them down, along with his shorts. He balanced himself by putting
his hands on my head as he stepped out of his pants. He had a
very large stomach, and very fat cock. It was only about average
in length, but very fat. It was already hard and oozing pre-cum
from the tip. 

My initial impression of the driver had been pretty close. I
guess he bathed more or less regularly, but I imagine that it had
been a long hot night. I could smell the sweat from his crotch. 

The driver sat back down and, as instructed, I knelt between his
legs and began to kiss his cock. It was very distasteful, but so
highly erotic. I could not believe I was actually living out my
fantasy! I was sucking some strange man's cock, or about to. I
was naked in front of him. I was totally under the power of a
man, two men, actually. 

I did everything I was told, licking his cock and his balls.
Taking his balls into my mouth and massaging them with my tongue.
Lifting his legs and licking his ass. I was on the verge of an
orgasm just from obeying these nasty orders. Doing things I would
never do for my husband.

Finally I took him into my mouth and gave him the best blowjob I
had ever given anyone. Not that there were that many. I had only
been with two other men before my husband, and I was so young and
nave that I really had very little experience.

Luckily he didn't last long. His cock was so fat that my mouth
was really getting tired fast. After about five minutes he
grabbed my head and held me as he moved his hips up and down and
shot his huge load into my mouth.

It was very hard to keep up, but I managed to swallow all but a
couple of small drops. However, he was kind enough to catch them
with his finger and shove them into my mouth.

I stayed on my knees and turned to the computer to tell my master
what had just occurred. As I typed I felt the driver's hands all
over me again. I was instructed to hand the driver the camera and
he typed out to the driver what pictures he wanted him to take.

Like a stupid, stupid fool, I followed every order. I took his
cock back into my mouth and looked at the camera, I licked his
balls, and I sat back and spread my legs and even played with
myself for the camera.

I even had several orgasms as I posed!

Then I was ordered to suck him hard again, so that he could fuck
me. I had to admit that I was in such a sex-crazed state that I
wanted that ugly old man's fat cock in me.

Unfortunately, his days of getting seconds were apparently over.
I sucked and sucked, but I could never get him more than about
half hard. Finally my mouth could take no more. Fortunately, my
master was getting bored and decided that was enough.  

As a final humiliation, I was ordered to give the driver twenty
dollars, to pay him for his time!

The driver got up and dressed, gave my body a few last gropes,
and left. I saw him to the door and after a few more minutes of
talking to the Aussie, going over what I had done, agreeing to
meet him again, I signed off and went to bed. 

Before going to sleep, however, I spent at least half an hour
molesting my vibrator. I came and I came and I came as I relived
everything I had done in my mind. Finally I more or less passed
out.

CHAPTER TWO

I woke up late the next morning. I had a slight headache and a
feeling of disbelief as the memory of what I had done last night
washed over me. I hurried to the bathroom, took a long shower and
headed for the kitchen to get some coffee. 

As I walked past the computer room I suddenly remembered the
pictures. I went in to get them. It wouldn't do to leave them
lying around. There was no way I was going to mail them to some
guy. Even if he was on the other side of the world!

It was immediate panic. The pictures were gone! I felt like I had
been kicked in the stomach. The driver must have taken them with
him when he left! 

SHIT!!!!!!!! 

Maybe he just wanted souvenirs. But I doubted it. I knew this was
going to end up costing me. I just didn't know if it would be sex
or money, or both!

I went to the kitchen and made coffee.  

I sat in a stupor until it was ready, and then I sat at the
kitchen table, sipping my coffee, with this horrible feeling in
my stomach, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I was
terrified. Had I screwed up my life totally? What about my
husband? Would I be able to keep it from him? Despite what
happened last night, I loved him dearly. He was not very sexually
adventurous, however. I knew that just a hint of what I had done
would be the end of our life together. 

It suddenly hit me that no matter what that fat, ugly driver
demanded, I would have to comply.  I realized at last that this
boring marriage I have is the most precious thing in the world to
me. I would do anything to protect it.

The rest of the day passed slowly, I was in a total daze. I kept
waiting for him to show up at my door. I knew it is only a matter
of time. 

I did the laundry, I did the dishes, I did all the little chores,
but there was only one thing on my mind. What price would I have
to pay for a night of perverted pleasure, for one night of
exploring a fantasy? It seemed so unfair!

Finally, just after seven that evening, I heard a car in the
driveway. I looked out. It wasn't a cab. I watched the driver's
door opened and I saw the cab driver from last night get out. 

It suddenly occurred to me, I don't even know his name!

He came to the door and I opened it, not even waiting for him to
ring the bell. He pushed his way in, turned around and looked at
me with an evil leer on his face. I knew there was no chance of
sympathy from this man.

 "You know why I am here, don't you?" he asked.

I looked down. I couldn't meet his gaze. "You have the pictures."
I said, in a voice barely above a whisper.

He took a step closer to me and began moving his hands over me,
feeling my body through my clothing.

"This is a pretty nice place you've got here. It must have cost a
couple of hundred thou. Nice cars too. You aren't hurting for
money are you?"

I just nodded. I still couldn't meet his eyes, and I still didn't
know what he wanted. Was it me, my money, or both?  

"Well, don't worry honey. I don't want your money. You like
playing games. We are going to play games. I like to play games
too. I own you now. You know that don't you?"

I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks as I nodded my head. 

He was right, he owned me. I knew I would do whatever he wanted
me to.

Suddenly he grabbed my head and pulled me to him. He kissed me,
hard. I smelled his nasty breath as he forced his tongue into my
mouth.

I didn't fight him. I just let him do what he wanted. That wasn't
enough for him though. He squeezed my breast, hard, very hard. 

"I want to feel some tongue baby. I ain't your damned husband.
You better get into this. Show me how much you want me. Got it
bitch?"

He pulled me against him again and pressed his mouth against
mine. It made me nauseous, but I returned his kiss. I met his
tongue with my own and made believe that I was kissing my
husband. That made it almost bearable.

Finally he stepped back and went into the living room and sat
down. He ordered me to stand in front of him and undress. Slowly,
so he could enjoy my discomfort and embarrassment. 

I know it must sound strange. I shouldn't be so embarrassed. I
was naked in front of him last night. He had touched every part
of my body. I had licked and sucked his cock and his balls. I
even licked his ass! But I was sober now, and scared. The dream
was over but I couldn't wake up.

As I undressed he began to talk. 

"If you do everything I want, every time I want, without giving
me any grief, I will not destroy you.  I will not show the
pictures to your husband, or his boss. How do you suppose the
people at his office would enjoy seeing your pretty little face
with my big fat cock sticking into your mouth?"

I knew he didn't need my answer. I dropped my blouse to the floor
and unfastened my jeans. I slid them down my legs and stepped out
of them.

I could feel his eyes on my body as I stood there in my matching
bra and panties. I suddenly wondered why I was wearing this set.
It was much too sexy to wear around the house, especially when I
was home alone. Did I want him to be here?! No, that couldn't be
it. I couldn't explain. I was in such a daze I don't even
remember getting dressed this morning.

As I unfastened my bra he continued.

"I plan on having a lot of fun with your pretty ass. You know
those kinky little fantasies of yours? Wait until you start
playing with me! As long as you don't give me no shit, your real
life and my sex life will stay separate. I would rather fuck you
than ruin you. But if you don't play my game, I will not have any
problem ruining your fucking life. Got it bitch?"

I nodded. I stood in front of him now, totally naked, not even
bothering to try to cover my nudity. I was totally defeated. It
just didn't matter now.

He waived me over and I moved to stand beside his chair. He just
looked at me for a minute, not touching. He ordered me to spread
my legs. I did, but not far enough. 

He slapped my ass. I was more startled than hurt, but I quickly
spread my legs for him.

He moved his hands over me, touching, pinching, and feeling. He
was watching my eyes to savor my reaction.

He saw what he wanted, shame, fear, despair, total surrender.

I stood there as he pinched my nipples and stretched them out
until I cried out. He continued. Going back and forth between my
nipples until they were so tender I was desperate for him to
stop.

He moved his hand down to my pussy then, and again turned to
abusing my flesh.  Now my tears of despair were mixed with tears
of pain as he pinched and pulled at my delicate flesh. 

Just as I was about to beg him to stop, he stood up and ordered
me to lead him to my bedroom.

I turned and led him down the hall to my bedroom. He followed
right behind me, squeezing and pinching my ass as we went.

I walked to the bed, assuming that he was finally going to fuck
me. To my surprise, that was not what he had in mind. I could
tell he was turned on. His cock poked a huge tent in the front of
his pants.

He ignored me though and walked right past me to my closet.  He
disappeared inside for a few moments. I heard him rustling
through my clothing. Then he reappeared holding a dress I had
never had the nerve to wear. It was extremely short, and almost
see-through. 

He threw the dress to me.

"Put it on," he ordered. "We are going out."

I had not expected this. I just sat on the bed, looking at him
stupidly, holding the dress in front of me.

"Get up cunt!" he snapped. "I gave you an order!"

I stood up. I looked at the dress and said, timidly, "This dress,
I need to wear a slip with it."

He looked at me and he didn't even have to say anything. I
realized that taking me out half naked was the plan.

I wanted to beg him not to do this. I would do anything he
wanted. He could fuck me and make me suck him, anything he
wanted. Just not out there! Not where people could see me!

I looked in his eyes, though, and I knew better than to open my
mouth. I moved over to my dresser and started to get out some
underwear. He stopped me. 

"If I wanted you to wear any of that shit I would have given it
to you. Now put the damned dress on!"

I put my arms into the dress and buttoned it. It had a row of
buttons that went all of the way up the front. He ordered me to
fix my hair and face as he went to find a pair of shoes he
liked.

I finally got my tears to stop, and put on a little makeup. I
don't wear a lot and it didn't take long. I brushed my hair and
stepped back into the bedroom.

He had selected a pair of shoes I had worn once, at my husband's
insistence, and sworn never to wear again. The heel was three
inches high and the shoe was open. I could just barely walk in
them. I knew better than to argue though. I put them on and stood
up. He made me walk for him, modeling the humiliating outfit. 

I didn't know how he could expect me to go out in public like
this. I looked like a prostitute! My nipples could be seen
through the top, and in the right light the skirt was almost
invisible.  He stopped me and ran his hand up my legs. I felt his
finger pushing into me. I was shocked when I realized I was wet!
Surely this did not arouse me! How could my pussy betray me like
this! I couldn't be wet!

But I was. He looked up at me and chuckled evilly. 

"You nasty cunt," he said accusingly. "You love this, don't
you?"

"No," I said. "I hate this. I hate what you are doing to me and I
am just scared."

He just laughed. "Scared? Good, you should be. You have something
to be scared about."

On that ominous note, he stood and led the way to the door.

I grabbed my purse and hurried after him, or at least I hurried
as much as I could in these damned shoes. Three inch heels may
not sound like much. When you are used to flats it takes a while
to get used to them.

I looked around as I stepped out. Thank god it was dark. I saw
none of my neighbors. I prayed none of them saw me in this slutty
outfit, leaving with this horrible old man.

We got in his car and he drove off. As we drove he pulled me to
the middle of the seat and pulled my skirt up to totally expose
my pussy. He pushed my legs apart and began roughly fondling me.


He ordered me to rub his cock through his pants, and as I
complied I saw a pickup truck pull up beside us on my side. I saw
the driver glance at me, I didn't have the nerve to look directly
at him, but I watched out of the corner of my eye as he did a
double take. We were stopped at a red light at a well-lit
intersection. I had no doubt that he could see my dress up around
my waist. If I had any doubts they would have been quickly
dispelled. 

I plainly heard him exclaim "Holy shit!!"  Then I saw him turn to
his companion and tell him about me. 

Just then the light changed, and the truck kept pace as we drove
the block to the next red light. 

I was totally humiliated, and it was obvious that "the driver"
knew what was going on and was enjoying it tremendously.  It
suddenly occurred to me, I still did not know the name of the man
putting me through all of this. I could only think of him as 'the
driver'!

As we came to a stop at the next intersection and he ordered me
to open the top of my dress. I knew I had no choice. I took a
deep breath and started to unbutton my dress. 

"Quickly!" he snapped.  I hurriedly moved my fingers down the
front of my dress, unbuttoning the buttons. I could see both of
the men in the truck next to us. The passenger was leaning over
and both were staring as I finished and dropped my hands.

'The driver' put his hand behind me and pushed me forward. As I
leaned forward he pulled my dress down off my shoulders. I was
now as good as naked. My breasts were totally exposed, and so now
was my pussy since he had removed is hand. He sat me back and
reached over my shoulder and started squeezing my right breast,
pulling on it, aiming it at the young men in the truck as if it
were a weapon. It was so degrading!

He ordered me to look at the men in the truck and smile. I did as
he instructed, but it was the hardest thing I ever did. I have no
idea how I managed a smile. I was so totally humiliated. Finally
he pulled away from the truck and allowed me to pull my top back
on. He only permitted me to button the bottom three buttons from
the waist up. This permitted my breasts to be seen almost to the
nipple, and if I moved even slightly my nipples were plainly
visible.

He could see I was on the verge of tears again, and he warned me
not to start.

"That is enough of that shit," he growled, "you might as well get
used to it, cunt."

CHAPTER THREE

I had not been paying any attention to where we were going.
Suddenly I looked around and realized we were in a part of town I
had never seen before. It was pretty seedy, and I was glad of
that. The chances of seeing someone I knew had to be pretty slim.
If I had to be this man's slut, I guess it might as well be in a
part of town where this sort of behavior was more appropriate.

Just as I was beginning to wonder if he even had a destination in
mind, he pulled into the parking lot beside a seedy little bar.
We got out of the car and he pushed me ahead of him to the door.
We went in and I was instantly aware of how much of me was
showing. There were a dozen men in the bar, and every one of them
stared at me as I made my way through the room to a booth in the
back.

"The driver" wedged himself in after me and the bartender came
over to take our order. I finally found out the name of "the
driver" as the bartender called out "Hey Ted, who is the lady?
And what the hell is she doing with a guy like you?"

The guy making my life a living hell was Ted. I would have
expected something a little more like Lucifer.

He ordered a beer for himself. I said I didn't want anything but
he ordered wine for me. He said he liked the way I acted after I
had a little wine.

I looked up as three men approached the booth. Judging by the
greetings they were friends or drinking buddies. Ted invited them
to join us. 

I could feel their eyes on my chest as they squeezed into the
circular booth from the other end. I looked down and checked to
make sure that my breasts were both covered, at least as much as
possible.

They began talking, but all four of them were staring at me as
they talked.

Ted introduced me in a way that immediately let everyone know
what my position was. 

"Guys, this is my cunt, Linda. I met her last night. She loved me
so much she gave herself to me, swore she would do anything just
to be with me."

The three men laughed and snorted, obviously they knew that
wasn't the truth.

"Okay, maybe she didn't fall madly in love with me. She sure as
hell belongs to me. I won't bother you with details, but she will
do anything I tell her to do. Won't you cunt?"

I nodded. It was true. I would. I knew this was going to be more
than I could take, but there was no way out now without ruining
my life. 

His friends, however, were still skeptical. 

"You don't believe me?" he asked. 

"Yeah, right," they chimed in, obviously not believing a word of
it.

He turned to me and ordered me to unbutton the top of my dress
the rest of the way. 

I furtively looked around the bar and saw that nobody in the bar
could see me. Ted had me completely obscured from anyone else in
the bar. Only he and his friends could see me.

I reached up and unbuttoned the last three buttons and then
dropped my hands back into my lap.

Just then the bartender arrived with our drinks. I knew he could
see my breast. He stood there a long time, taking the money for
the drinks and chatting idly with Ted.  I didn't have the nerve
to look until he left. As he walked away I looked down. It was
obvious that from where he had stood he could see my entire left
breast. 

The surprising thing was that it just didn't seem to matter
anymore. I mean, I was embarrassed. The thing is, I was in a more
or less constant state of embarrassment now. Every new
humiliation was just more of the same. I picked up my glass and
took several long drinks. It was a very bad wine, but I really
needed it right then.

Ted turned back to his friends and said, "Now what do you
think?"

They were all staring at my breasts. Ted reached over and opened
my dress so that my breasts were completely exposed. 

At this point the bartender came back with the change. You would
have thought he was carrying on a conversation with my breasts.
He looked straight at them as he talked to Ted. He placed the
change on the table and finally, reluctantly, returned to his
place behind the bar.

Ted turned back to his friends and said "How do you like them
tits guys?!"

To their credit, they did not actually drool. They just sat there
with stupid looks on their faces, looking like they had never
seen a tit before.

He turned to the man on my immediate left and said, "You should
see them when those nipples get hard. Go ahead Bob. Get those
suckers hard for us."

I sucked in my breath as Bob gingerly reached up and started
playing with my nipples. I closed my eyes. I couldn't stand to
look at anyone. I sat quietly as he moved his hands over my tits,
much softer, and much nicer than I expected from one of these
jerks.

Then he began to concentrate on my nipples. Pinching them lightly
between his thumb and forefinger, pulling gently, it actually
felt pretty good! I felt my nipples getting taut, and I hated
myself for responding, but I knew it was not my fault.

Finally, long after my nipples had hardened, Ted told him he
could stop. I opened my eyes and saw all four of them staring at
my chest. I took another long drink of wine and then set my empty
glass down and closed my eyes again.

"What do you think guys?" Ted asked. "Is she turned on?"

"Sure looks hot to me." Bob said.

"Damn straight." One of the others responded.

"Fuckin' a." The other one chimed in.

Ted reached down and pulled my skirt up, exposing my pussy to
Bob. The other two couldn't see because the table blocked their
view. 

"Go ahead, Bob, check her out. See if she is wet." Ted offered.

I sat still as I felt his hand move down between my thighs and up
to my pussy.  Without even being told I spread my legs for him. I
gasped quietly as his finger entered me. I knew what he would
find. I knew I was wet. 

He moved his finger in and out of me for far longer than was
necessary. Then he raised it above the table so everyone could
see how wet I had gotten him. 

"Give her your hand, Bob." Ted said.

Bob stretched out his hand. I took it and held it, not knowing
what I was supposed to do. 

"You got his hand all dirty, cunt. Clean him.  I looked at Ted in
confusion for a second. Then it dawned on me what he wanted. I
leaned forward slightly and pulled his finger to my lips. I
licked it gently, as though it were a little cock. Then I took it
into my mouth sliding my lips up and down. I suddenly realized I
was subconsciously putting on a show for them! I quickly pulled
my mouth away and let his hand go.

I glanced up and saw the looks on their faces. These were all
older men, in their late forties or early fifties. The one on the
far end, I still didn't know the names of the last two, was
skinny as a rail, the other two, Bob and the guy beside him were
both smaller than Ted, but they were both heavy, with big beer
bellies. 

They were all staring at me in awe. Here I was, a very
attractive, very sexy, twenty-three year old woman, just a normal
housewife, sitting at this table in a seedy bar with four seedy
old men. My breasts were exposed. My pussy was exposed. I was
doing every nasty thing I was told.

At first I had thought that he was just going to show me off a
little, and humiliate me a lot. As time passed and I listened to
the way that the conversation was leaning I was beginning to
suspect that Ted was going to make me have sex with these men. A
gangbang!! I had, on occasion, fantasized about having sex with
two men. But not four! Not four ugly old men!

The bartender showed up at the table again. I bet these guys
never got service this good before! He continued to act like
nothing was unusual as he stared at my all but naked body. Ted
ordered another round of drinks.

As the bartender walked away Ted turned to his friends and said,
"How about if we finish this next round, and go to my place for a
little peace and quiet?"

There was a chorus of anxious replies. I didn't expect anyone to
say no. 

Ted turned to me and put his hand on my right breast. He was
roughly squeezing and pulling as he asked me sarcastically if I
minded if we got together for a little party. I just shook my
head. There was nothing I could say.

The bartender came back with the drinks and Ted released his hold
on my breast.   

"That sure is a sweet young thing you got there Ted," the
bartender said. 

"This slut," Ted said incredulously. "She ain't bad looking, but
she ain't a sweet young thing. Are you cunt?" he asked as he
turned to me.

I shook my head, but I guess Ted was getting tired of non-verbal
answers. 

"Answer me bitch!" he exclaimed impatiently.

"No, I am just a cunt Ted." I responded without looking up.

Ted put his hands on the edge of the table and slid it out of the
way a few inches. 

Now I was totally exposed to all five of them. 

"Go ahead, cunt. Show him your cunt."  I spread my legs, as much
as possible, which was not much since I was still sandwiched in
between these two large men.  He whistled softly as I sat before
him totally exposed, obeying all of Ted's orders. 

"I don't know how you fell into this, Ted, but I gotta say you
are the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the fucking world, man!"

"One of these days I'll bring her in and let you have a shot at
her, man." Ted said, generously.

"No shit?" the bartender exclaimed.

"No shit. First, though, I think she needs a little more
training."

The bartender returned to the bar, and I continued to sit, fully
exposed, as we drank our drinks and Ted and his friends talked,
mostly about me and the things they wanted to do to me.

I guess the bartender must have told a few of the customers that
something was going on in our booth, because every once in a
while one of them would go out of their way to pass us on the way
to the restroom. It was obvious they were just coming over to
check out the naked female but Ted didn't mind. He seemed to get
a kick out of anything that increased my discomfort level.

Finally Ted told me to straighten out the top of my dress, but
would not allow me to button it. He slid out of the booth and
pulled me after him. I pulled my dress down, but not before I am
sure that every man in the bar saw my naked pussy.  Then we left,
Ted first, I followed, and his three friends bringing up the
rear. 

In the parking lot we split up into two cars. The other heavyset
man, I now learned that his name was Dave, got in beside me so
that I was squeezed between him and Ted. Bob and the skinny guy
got in Bob's car.

As we left the parking lot Dave put his arm around my shoulders,
and his hand hung down, his fingers lightly moving over my left
breast. 

"You don't mind, do you Ted?" he asked politely.

Ted smiled at him and said, "Not at all, please, feel free." They
both seemed to think that was real funny. 

Now that he had permission, Dave had his hands all over me. He
squeezed and pulled on my breasts like he was milking me. He
moved his hand down and pushed it between my legs. I couldn't
spread my legs. We were pressed to close together. So he pulled
my leg up over his and roughly jammed first one and then two
fingers into me.

I moaned in pain, but I think he thought it was something else.
"Damn!" he said to Ted. "Listen to her moan. She's a hot one!"
They both laughed again.

Thankfully, we were already in Ted's neighborhood. We quickly
found a place to park and I was again pulled out of the car, with
everything showing, and with no regard for who might be around.
As before, however, there was nobody nearby to witness my
humiliation. I guess this is the kind of neighborhood that you
stay inside after dark.

We waited on the street for Bob and skinny, and when they caught
up to us we went inside.

CHAPTER FOUR

 Bob had an apartment on the first floor. It was small, and it
was filthy, but at least it had a terrible view.

Once inside I was ordered to get everyone a beer. When I returned
and handed out the drinks I was rewarded with gropes and grabs
and pinches by each of them in turn. 

Ted ordered me to get up on the old coffee table in the center of
the room.

I carefully stepped up, a bit wobbly in these damned heels, and
stood waiting for what I already knew was coming next. 

"How about it guys?" Ted asked. "Are you ready for a little
entertainment?"

I didn't expect to hear anyone say no, and I wasn't
disappointed.

"Strip, cunt," Ted ordered. 

I started to pull down the top of my dress, but Ted stopped me.
"Not like that! Put some soul into it. A little rhythm, dance for
us!"

He turned to his friends and said, "Shit! I guess I should have
had the bitch wear more clothes. You guys don't mind if the show
doesn't last long do you?" They all laughed at that.

I started to sway to an imaginary song, and dance around in a
small circle. My skirt was so short that I imagine they could see
my ass from this angle without my moving, and my breasts were
exposed more than they were covered. I guess it's the thought
that counts, and it isn't like I had a choice. Besides, they had
already seen my breasts and my pussy and my ass. I am pretty sure
that the whole idea now was just to degrade me further.

After a couple of turns on the tiny table I slid the top of my
dress off of my shoulders and let it hang at my waist. The men
all whistled and cheered like I expect they would at a real strip
show. I danced a bit more and then hooked my thumbs into the
waistband of my dress and slid it over my hips, down my legs, to
my feet. I kicked it out of the way and continued my little
dance, turning and swaying gently, until Dave turned to Ted and
said, "I just gotta taste that pretty little pussy. Is that okay
Ted?" 

"Just a second, boys," Ted responded. He left the room and came
back with a camera. I started to panic all over again, until I
realized it didn't matter. He already had all the evidence he
needed to ruin my life forever.

"Alright boys," Ted said, "She is all yours. Take your time and
enjoy, we have all night."

I moaned in fear as Dave got up and walked to where I stood on
the small coffee table. I heard the camera begin to click away as
Dave bent forward and stuck his tongue into me. I closed my eyes
and stood there as he licked my pussy. I heard the others
approach and felt hands all over me, fingers mauling my already
sore breasts, pulling, squeezing. A finger tried to force its way
into my asshole and I squealed in shock and pain. 

After a few ineffective attempts to enter my back passage the
finger withdrew. But it soon returned. This time it was wet and I
felt it roughly enter my ass. It seemed like every time I felt
that I couldn't get anymore degraded, they proved me wrong.

I was beginning to feel the effects of this huge overdose of
stimulation. It may have been unwanted and clumsy but it was
beginning to have a decided effect. I felt my breath beginning to
get labored as these men were all over me.

Suddenly they stopped. It was almost as if there had been a
signal. I was left standing on the table as they all stepped back
and began to quickly undress. I opened my eyes to see Ted taking
this opportunity to reload his camera.

Suddenly the room was full of naked men. They pushed me down on
my hands and knees on the table and Dave stepped up behind me and
roughly forced his cock into my pussy. I was soaking wet, and it
was a good thing, because I was shocked at how large his cock
was. He attacked me with it as though he wanted to hurt me!  

Someone grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. I found myself
looking at another large cock. It was the guy I had named Skinny.
I still didn't know his name. His cock was skinny too, but Christ
it was long! I swear it must have been at least ten inches. He
rubbed it all over my face, but mostly on my eyes and my lips,
then he ordered me to lick it.

I stuck out my tongue and started licking as he guided my head on
a guided tour of his crotch. I licked whatever he placed in front
of my mouth. His cock, his balls, it didn't matter anymore. Ted
was right. I'm just a cunt. Finally he rested the head of his
cock on my lips and began pushing it into my mouth. It wasn't bad
at first. His cock was not very big around and I could manage it
without much difficulty. It wasn't manageable for long though. I
started getting scared as he pushed it all the way to the back of
my throat. He held me there as I gagged and choked and struggled
for breath. Suddenly he slapped me and my eyes looked up at him.


"Relax bitch." He said. "I ain't gonna kill you. I'm just gonna
fuck your face a little. Now, swallow." I had stopped struggling
when he slapped me. I tried to relax and obey his orders and I
swallowed. He ordered me to keep swallowing. After a few minutes
I realized that I no longer had to gag, and I was shocked as I
felt his cock pushing into my throat! Dave was still roughly
fucking my pussy and Bob was bent over me, grabbing my tits and
staring as I swallowed that entire ten inch cock all the way down
my throat.

"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaimed. "I ain't ever seen anything like
that in my fucking life!" 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ted, still hard at work with
the camera, now coming in for a few close-ups. 

Suddenly it was like my mind snapped. I was no longer being
forced. Now I wanted it. I needed it. I wanted cocks and cum in
me and on me. I wanted it all, everywhere. I began to actively
suck on Skinny's cock, just like the cunt that I had become. At
the same time I began to tighten my pussy around Dave's cock, and
I was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. 

I started to wiggle my ass. I reached a hand down between my legs
and tickled his balls as he raped his cock in and out of me. That
was all it took. He plunged into me once more and held me tight
against him as he moaned loudly and exploded inside me. I felt
his big cock throbbing in me as he drained his seed into my
cunt.

As I felt his cock exploding in my pussy I went crazy. I moaned
around the cock in my mouth and I came and came and then came
again. When I could finally open my eyes again I saw Ted with his
camera right in my face. I had not even tried to hide my orgasm
from him. I couldn't have if I had wanted to. They all laughed as
I continued to kneel between them, now totally broken. I must be
the cunt they say I am if I can have an orgasm while being gang
raped.

Before Dave had finished and could pull out of me, Skinny tensed
up and grabbed my head even harder. He thrust his cock down my
throat a few more times, and then held his cock with the head
just inside my lips. He grabbed his cock and moved his hand up
and down violently, shooting his big hot load in my mouth so that
I could taste it all.

When he was finished he pulled out and made me look at him. He
ordered me to swallow and I moved his big load all around my
mouth with my tongue. Then I slowly swallowed as I stared him in
the eyes. As soon as I had swallowed he offered me his cock to
clean. I licked the last remaining drops of his load of cum and
swallowed them down too. 

As soon as he released me Dave stepped in front of me and I was
forced to clean him too. I couldn't believe that I didn't get
sick as I took his limp cock into my mouth and tasted his cum and
my juices mingling on his slimy cock. But I didn't get sick. In
fact, I loved it! I tried not to let them see it, but I know what
I felt. I felt the excitement I could only get a small taste of
when I was indulging in my fantasies as I masturbated on all
those long lonely evenings.

I wanted to rest now. It was late, and I had been through a lot,
but I saw Bob coming for me, and I knew that Ted would want
something from me.

Dave and skinny, I still hadn't heard anyone call him anything,
took a seat nearby on the couch and I saw them gently massage
their cocks as they watched Bob come over and shove his cock into
my mouth. I was a little scared by Bob. Ted was pretty evil, but
Bob had a glint in his eye all night that made me nervous. I had
the impression that he would enjoy really hurting me.

It wasn't long before my fears were confirmed. As I sucked on
Bob's cock, which was covered in pre-cum and didn't smell all too
clean, I was suddenly startled by a sharp pain in my breast.

Bob was reaching under me, pinching my tit with all of his might!
I tried to scream and pull away but he held me against his belly
with his cock down my throat. I looked to the audience, hoping
that someone would stop him. Far from coming to my assistance,
they were urging him on! Yelling at him to let me have it!

He took his hand from my breast and pulled his cock from my
mouth. He ordered me to lick his balls, and I did, fighting down
my gag reflex again as his sour odor engulfed my senses. Before
very long I had cleaned him enough with my tongue that I could
breathe again. Just as it got to be bearable, he turned around
and bent over and ordered me to lick his ass!

This guy really needed some lessons in personal hygiene. The odor
was awful. I stuck out my tongue and took a deep breath and began
licking up and down the crack of his ass. The others were
cracking up, they found this hilarious. And of course, out of the
corner of my eye I saw Ted getting more close-ups!

I tasted something very unpleasant. I had never tasted it before
but I knew what it was. I gagged again, trying desperately not to
vomit. I managed to get it under control. He noticed that I was
beginning to adjust, so he ordered me to stick my tongue in his
ass.  I managed to pull away long enough to take another deep
breath first. 

Before he could react, I moved back quickly and stiffened my
tongue. I spread his ass cheeks and placed my lips tight against
his ass hole. I pushed my tongue in as far as I could. Then I
began to move it in and out like a small cock. His moans
indicated that he enjoyed the hell out of that, but I was
starting to get light headed from holding my breath so much.

When he had had enough of this disgusting foreplay he moved
behind me and rubbed his hard cock up and down the crack of my
ass. At first I was afraid that he is going to fuck me there, but
finally he moved it down and rubbed it back and forth over my
sloppy, wet pussy. 

He stroked back and forth a couple of times, and then he placed
the head of his cock against my pussy and roughly pushed it in,
all in one vicious stroke. I was starting to get tender there.
These men were all so rough. So even though I had begun to get
quite aroused, I was extremely happy that he did not last long.
After only a few short minutes he tensed up and shot his load
into me. Then, like the others, he moved around to my face to be
cleaned.

As Bob finished with me and moved away I noticed that Ted was now
undressed, his big, fat, cock standing straight out and covered
with pre-cum. 

He handed the camera to Bob and told him to get some good
pictures of the action. Then he moved behind me and started
rubbing his fat cock over the dripping lips of my cunt. Even
though I was already getting sore, I was still pretty turned on,
and I had to admit that I had been curious about what it would
feel like to have his fat cock in me since I first saw it last
night. Oh my god! Was it only just last night!?

Unlike the others, he was quite gentle as he placed his cock
against me and slowly moved it into me. I tried to hold back, but
I found myself moaning in pleasure as he moved his thick, thick
cock into me. I felt his finger moving around the outside of my
hole, and then he put it gently into my ass as he continued to
fuck me. He was slow and gentle and although I don't care to have
things in my ass, I had to admit he was making me feel very
good.

Suddenly, however, he stopped. He pulled slowly out of both of my
holes. Then I felt him spread my ass cheeks and place his cock
against my tight asshole. For the first time I begged him to
stop. I promised him anything. I pleaded with him to leave my ass
alone. 

I might as well have saved myself the further indignity, he
totally ignored me. He gently started to press against my asshole
with this cock. I was almost in a panic. It was far too large. I
knew he would harm me, damage me. He paused for a minute. In a
firm but gentle voice he told me to stop fighting. If I just
tried to push out, as though I were trying to go to the bathroom,
he said it wouldn't be so bad. 

I was panting like I had just run a race. I was on the verge of
panic. I couldn't escape, so I had to try. I had to do something.
I knew he was going to do it, one way or the other. So I did what
he said. I controlled my breathing and I pushed on the muscles
around my asshole. Suddenly I felt his fat cock slide into my
ass. He got the head of his large cock into me and then stopped,
letting me adjust to it. Once I had relaxed a little he began
slowly working it in. With each stroke of his huge cock he
entered me a little deeper until I felt his belly slapping
against the cheeks of my ass. Once he was all the way in, he
stopped again, allowing me time to adjust. Then the fucking
began. 

Fortunately he couldn't last long. I had been arousing him all
night, submitting to every nasty order he gave me. Add to that
the fact that my virgin ass was so tight and he came very
quickly. After his cock drained in my ass, as had somehow become
the routine, he moved around and forced my mouth over his slimy,
nasty cock. It was worse this time, because of where his cock had
been, but there was no fight left in me. I docilely cleaned his
cock with my mouth. What the hell, my mouth could not taste any
worse!

They made me get up and get them another beer. I was dying for
anything to drink, anything to wash the taste of cum and shit out
of my mouth. But I was too cowed to even ask, and nobody offered.
So I sat on the table in the middle of all of these naked old men
and watched them drink their beer.

It was very late and I was praying that the entertainment portion
of our evening was over. I hurt like hell all over. I had cum
dripping out of my cunt and my ass. My mouth tasted like dirty
cocks. Surely they couldn't want me anymore tonight!

I kept my eyes averted as I sat before them. I tried not to hear
the things they were saying about me. About how well I could suck
a cock, how tight and hot and wet my pussy was, how cute my
little tits were. 

Finally, Ted asked if any of them wanted anything, it was getting
late and he was going to take me home unless anyone had a better
idea.

I was instantly excited. At last this evening was almost over.
But of course these dirty old men couldn't let it go at that.
They talked for a minute and decided that they could all use one
last blowjob. 

My mouth was already tired and sore, but I knew I wouldn't get
any sympathy from them. So when I was ordered to kneel between
Dave's legs and get back to work, I sighed deeply and slid off
the coffee table and knelt at his feet.

Dave grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so that I had to look
at him.  He pushed his finger into my mouth and told me that he
was already fucked out. He was sure though, that if I did a real
good job maybe he can cum again before dawn. Everyone laughed,
but that was just what I was afraid of. I could be here all night
trying to get these three old men to cum again.

Dave moved his finger in and out of my mouth like a small cock.
"This time," he said, "you are going to throat me like Larry
taught you."

At first I didn't know what he was talking about. Then I got it.
Skinny's name was Larry. Now Dave wanted to put his cock in my
throat like Larry did.

I did not think I could go on. All I could do was keep reminding
myself that I just had to get through this and I could go home.

I leaned down and took Dave's cock into my mouth. I started
moving up and down on it gently, taking it back farther in my
mouth each time. I started to gag and I almost panicked. There
was no way I was going to be able to take this man's cock into my
throat. It was much fatter than Larry's. 

I heard a sound behind me and then I felt a terrible pain on my
ass. I tried to straighten out and see what happened but Dave
held my head so that I could not move. I managed to turn my head
enough to see Larry standing behind me with a belt in his hand. 

"Stupid bitch!" he said.  "What did I teach you? Swallow! Didn't
you learn anything?"

I remembered then that he had made me swallow his cock, not just
shove it down my throat. I still did not think it would work with
Dave's cock, but I had to try.

I placed his cock near the back of my throat and began
swallowing. Before I could begin moving forward, Dave pulled my
head down over his cock brutally. At first I didn't think it
would go in. It reached a certain point a short distance down my
throat and seemed to catch, but then suddenly I found myself with
his entire cock in my mouth and throat and my lips touching his
stomach.

I was shocked! The men began to cheer me on as if I was an
athlete that had just scored. The funny thing is that I even felt
a twinge of pride!

He released my head so that I could pull back and gulp down a
quick breath. As soon as I had taken a breath I went down on his
cock again. This time I managed to get it all down my throat
without help. It didn't take all night. I finally managed to get
him to cum. It did take a long time and I was in tears of pain
and frustration when he finally shot his small load in my mouth.

Bob was next, and he too wanted the deepthroat experience. I hurt
so much. I would have been willing to do anything else. I didn't
bother to beg though. I knew it would just amuse them. I got
between his knees and took him down my throat. I guess I got numb
after a while. I think my mind kind of shut off. I finally
managed to get him to cum. Some time later I serviced Larry too,
though I hardly remember it. 

Thank god Ted was worn out. As soon as Larry had cum down my
throat and pulled out, Ted threw me my dress and told me to put
it on.

I was filthy, covered with cum, but I just wanted to go home. I
didn't even ask if I could clean up first. I slipped the dress
over my head and buttoned the three buttons above the waist that
I was allowed to button. I hadn't unbuttoned the ones below the
waist. I slipped my shoes back on and stood waiting while Ted's
three friends got dressed and prepared to leave.

I hardly remember the ride home. I remember climbing into a tub
as hot as I could stand it, and soaking until the water was cold.
I remember crying for hours as I tried to blot out the memories
of that night.

When he had let me out of the car in my driveway, Ted had told me
to relax for a couple of days. I spent the next two days in a
daze. I just couldn't think. If I tried, I ended up thinking
about my situation and how hopeless it was. Better not to think
at all.

CHAPTER FIVE

Ted called again two days later. It was Thursday evening. He told
me to be ready to go out Friday morning. I was to wear a nice
conservative "housewife type" outfit, pretty but conservative
underwear, and practical shoes. He wanted me to look as sweet and
as innocent as possible. He refused to even discuss his plans. He
just told me to be ready to go at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

I was awake most of the night, dreading whatever was to happen to
me the next day.  I knew that Ted was enjoying seeing just how
much he could put me through. I also knew that I had no choice
but to do what he said. I just prayed that he would keep his
word. My husband would be home Saturday. Ted promised he would
not bother me when my husband was in town.

I was up early Friday morning. I couldn't eat. Just some coffee
for breakfast, then a shower and find something to wear. I
decided on a simple print dress, modest and attractive. It seemed
like what Ted might have had in mind. I chose a demure bra and
panty set with a little lace trim, but nothing racy. 

I was ready and waiting when Ted pulled into my driveway. I met
him at the door and he stepped inside to inspect me. I turned
around for him, modeling my dress. He couldn't let it go at that.


He ordered me to show him my underwear. Despite the horrible
things that he had put me through already I was still humiliated
at having to perform for this man like this. 

He nodded his approval and ordered me to follow him. I grabbed my
purse and followed him out to his car. He let me sit on my side
of the car this time. He didn't touch me at all. He had to do
something to humiliate me though, so he made me ride with my
skirt up around my waist. I was a little surprised, and even a
little encouraged. Maybe he was getting tired of me already!

Ted drove to a mall that was nearer the downtown area. It was not
far from the bar he had taken me to. He parked in an empty
section of the parking lot, far away from the stores and the
other cars. We just sat there waiting. Ted had not said a word
all the way down here. Once we were parked though, he started to
explain.

"I owe a man some money. He is starting to get a little
impatient. The trouble is, up until now I wasn't in a position to
pay him. It turns out I can pay him now, thanks to you bitch. I
talked to him yesterday. I told him all about you. He can't wait
to meet you. You spend the day with him and he calls it even. 
You had better do every damned thing he says, bitch."

I looked at him in shock. How could he! I'm not a prostitute!  I
started to say I wouldn't do it. I started to say that that was
not part of our agreement. Before I could say a word he looked at
me with his mean eyes and said, "If you open your mouth I will
put my cock in it right here in the parking lot."

I sat there with my skirt up around my waist trying not to cry.
After a few minutes Ted looked at his watch and said "What the
hell. We got here pretty early. We might as well do something to
pass the time while we wait."

He grabbed my hand and put it on the crotch of his pants. "Give
me a little hand job while you're sitting there with nothing to
do."

Well, at least I don't have to put the ugly thing in my mouth
this time, I thought. I brought my other hand over and unzipped
his pants and gently pulled his cock out. It was about half hard
as I put my hand around it and started to move it up and down. 

"Yeah, that's it bitch, keep that up," he said as he settled back
to enjoy my efforts. 

I had only been jerking his cock for about five minutes when I
heard a strange noise approaching the car. Suddenly two boys
rushed by on skateboards, one on either side of the car. They
looked in as they went by, and I saw the surprise on their faces.
It would of have been comical if it were not so embarrassing. 

The boys stopped, far enough away to be out of earshot. It was
obvious what they were talking about. They kept looking back at
our car. I wanted to stop, in case they came back, but I knew
that I couldn't stop until Ted said I could. 

The boys started skating back toward the car, much slower this
time. As they got closer I could see that they were both about
fourteen or fifteen years old. 

They slowed even more as they approached the car. Just as they
were about to pass one on either side again, Ted waved to them! 

I just sat there, my panties exposed, my hand on his cock, as he
waved the kids over to the car. They stopped, looked at each
other for a second, and then skated over to the car grinning from
ear to ear.

In a moment they were leaning against the car doors, with their
heads leaned in towards the windows. They looked at my hand on
Ted's cock, but mainly they stared at my panty-covered crotch. I
kept my legs together, but I still felt pretty exposed. 

"Haven't you guys ever seen a pussy before?" he asked them. 

They looked up at him, as though they could not believe what he
had just asked. 

The one at my window said "No sir, except in a couple of
pictures, I ain't never seen one."

"Me neither." The other one chimed in.

I was a little surprised. I thought guys always claimed to be
studs, even at this young age. 

I kept my eyes down, trying to make believe this wasn't
happening. I still moved my hand on Ted's cock, but it was almost
automatic, I was hardly moving at all. I guess he was having too
much fun embarrassing me again to notice.

"Go ahead cunt, pull your panties out of the way and let them
have a look." 

I don't know if it is possible, but my face seemed to become even
more flushed with embarrassment.  I reached my right hand down
and grabbed the crotch of my panties with two fingers and pulled
it out of the way so that my pussy was exposed to these young
boys.

"Holy shit!" they said, almost in unison as my pussy was
uncovered.

"That is one fine pussy there, gentlemen. She ain't no fresh
young teenager, but she is definitely prime pussy. You aren't apt
to see a nicer one than that in your life."

The boy in my window stuck his head all the way in and stared at
my pussy. Suddenly he looked up at me and asked if he could touch
it. 

Before I could even decide what I was supposed to say, Ted looked
around, saw we were still alone, and told him to step back a
little. 

The boy withdrew his head from my window and Ted reached over and
opened my door. 

"Swing your leg out." He ordered.

I did as he ordered, moving my right leg out, spreading my legs
obscenely for the young boy's pleasure.

"Go ahead," he said to the boy, "look it over all you want.

The boy knelt at my door and his face wasn't much more than a
foot from my pussy as he looked at it intently. He reached out
gingerly with his index finger and touched it gently. The look of
awe on his face was almost enough to make me laugh. I didn't
though. It was as though I was worried about hurting his
feelings! 

He moved his fingers all around my pussy, examining it in great
detail. As he did I saw is friend loom over his shoulder, pushing
in for a closer look. 

"Hurry up," his friend urged. "I want to touch it too."

"Man! Look at this!" the boy said as he exposed my clit, which
was now quite hard. I gasped lightly as he touched it gently with
his finger. Actually, the kid had a pretty nice touch! 

I gasped again as he slowly started pushing first one and then a
second finger into me.

Had he continued on for a few more minutes, I was sure I was
going to have an orgasm!  Before that could happen Ted stopped
him. He told the boy that we only had a few minutes and that he
had better let his friend have a close look.

His friend almost knocked him over in his rush to take his place.
He was nowhere near as gentle as the first boy had been. He
pushed and pinched and pulled and prodded, as though he wanted it
to be uncomfortable. "Here is another Ted in the making." I
thought to myself as he groped my pussy. His touch was more like
that of a typical teenager than the first young boy had been.

Finally Ted told them they would have to stop. He wanted me to
finish beating him off before his friend showed up. He told them
they were welcome to watch. And they did!

I sat there with my legs splayed wide and my pussy on display as
I resumed masturbating Ted. Just before he came he handed me a
tissue and I caught his slimy mess in it as he came.  I was
surprised. I had expected him to force my mouth down onto his
cock as he came. I guess he wanted to keep me fresh and
presentable for his friend.

He told the boys that it was too bad we didn't have more time. He
would love to offer them a nice fuck, but maybe some other time.


The boys groaned at how close they had come to losing their
virginity, grabbed their boards, and headed off to the mall.

I cleaned my hands off and finally I was allowed to pull my skirt
back down and sit in a more normal fashion.

We waited in silence for his friend to show up. In just a few
minutes a face appeared at Ted's window. I was startled. I had
not even heard a car drive up. I thought I was shocked before.
You should have seen my face when a large black man came into
view at Ted's window!

Ted didn't even bother to introduce us. They talked about me as
if I was just property. 

"So this is your poor, innocent, little housewife?" The black man
asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," Ted answered, "want to check her out first?"

"No, she looks okay to me. I'll have her back here at 6:00,
almost as good as new." They both laughed at that. I just kept
sitting with my head down, hoping for a lightning strike to save
me from this.

I am not a prejudiced person, but I had never been with a black
man. Although I know that some white women have that fantasy, I
am not among them. I was terrified.

The black man walked around to my door and opened it. He offered
me his hand and gently helped me from the car. As soon as the
door was closed, Ted drove away. 

I never felt so scared in my life. I had just been given to a
large black man for the next seven and one-half hours. I didn't
even know his name! I guess I should be getting used to that by
now.

He walked me back to his car. He was parked immediately behind
where Ted had been parked. He was a perfect gentleman so far. He
held the door of his car for me and I got in, thankful to be
seated again. I was so scared my legs were shaking.

As the shock began to lessen I started taking stock. The man
walking around to the driver's door was about 6'4", maybe 250
pounds. There did not appear to be any fat on him. I would guess
he was about thirty-five or so, no more than forty. He was well
dressed, and from what little I could recall of his conversation
with Ted, he seemed well spoken.

He got in, started the car and drove from the parking lot. As he
did he introduced himself. 

"My name is Nathan. We are going to spend the day together, as
you already know. As long as you behave yourself you won't be
harmed."

His words were comforting and his voice was soft and quiet. I
started to calm down as he spoke.

"Ted told me a nice little story about how you met, and what he
has done with you. I want to know how much of the story he told
was true and I want to know a little more about you.  So tell me
how you came to be in his clutches."

It was embarrassing, but I figured that by the end of the day I
would be unlikely to have any secrets from this man. Besides, I
didn't know what Ted had told him. I had to tell him everything
to make sure I didn't get him upset at me for leaving anything
out.

I told him about my fantasies of being a sex slave and being
abused by a man. I explained to him that I had explored them on
the Internet. I described how I had been a bit tipsy and had been
convinced to call for a cab so that I could perform oral sex on
the driver. I told him everything that had taken place that
night. I was embarrassed, but I was even more embarrassed when I
related the details of my humiliation and degradation the
following day at the bar and later at Ted's apartment.

I kept my head averted as I spoke. I was much too embarrassed to
meet his eyes.

"Tell me about you and your husband," he ordered.

I didn't know what he wanted to know. I told him how we had met,
how long we had been married. I tried to explain that despite my
aberrant behavior in the last few days we were in love. I told
him that my husband traveled a lot, and I missed him a great
deal.

I don't know if that was what he wanted to hear, but he didn't
ask any more questions. 

After a few minutes of driving in silence he pulled into the
parking garage of a very up-scale high-rise condo and we got out.
I followed him to the elevators and we got in and traveled alone
and in silence to his apartment on the top floor. 

CHAPTER SIX

I waited while he unlocked the door and we went in. He offered me
a drink, but it was too early for me. I just wanted to get this
over with.

He sat on the couch and indicated I should sit beside him.

"I guess you have never been with a black man?" he asked.  "You
are scared, aren't you?"

I nodded. 

He put his arm around me and his gentle voice soothed me as he
again reassured me that he was not going to hurt me. He moved his
free hand up my arm to my shoulder and then gently down over my
breast. His gentle touch was pleasant, especially after what I
had been put through the last couple of days. 

When he started kissing me I almost panicked. I relaxed quickly
though. His kiss was gentle and pleasant. His hands were
continuing to make my breasts tingle with excitement. When I felt
his tongue probe my mouth I tentatively met it with my own. I
don't know what I had been expecting, but this was not at all
unpleasant. If I weren't happily married and being forced to do
this I might even have been enthusiastic!

I was beginning to breathe more heavily as he broke the kiss and
sat up. He asked me to stand. When I had, he asked me to take off
my dress.

I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper down. I averted my
eyes as I shrugged the dress down off of my shoulders but he
asked me to keep looking at him. Between embarrassment and
arousal I must have been bright red.

I let the top of my dress fall and hooked my thumbs in the waist
and pushed it down over my hips. I stepped out of it and tossed
it on a nearby chair. 

He asked me to turn around and he enjoyed the view as I displayed
my underwear for his approval. He ordered me to remove the bra,
and finally the panties. 

When I was naked he patted the seat beside him and I rejoined him
on the couch. There is something a little obscene about being
naked with a strange man. For some reason though, it is even more
obscene when the man is dressed. I guess it is even more obscene
when you just met him and you have to do everything he orders you
to do.

Nathan took me in his arms again. This time I relaxed and enjoyed
it as he moved his large, surprisingly soft hands over my body. I
was really enjoying myself. I hardly felt guilty at all.

After a few moments he asked me to tell him about how I lost my
virginity. I was not expecting that. It suddenly took away all
the pleasure. I had to use my brain!

I told him, with as little detail as possible, about how I had
finally given in to my boyfriend in the tenth grade. We had been
at his house after school and his parents were both at work. I
didn't supply any details.

Nathan kept after me though. He wanted to know how I felt, how
much pain there had been. Did I have an orgasm? What I felt and
thought the first time a boy touched me or saw me naked. Then he
asked for more details about my husband. He asked about our first
time together, what sex was like for us now. As the conversation
progressed, he continued to move his wonderful hands all over my
body.

This caused a strange mixture of emotions. I was being touched by
this strange black man in the most intimate manner. I was
relating to him the most personal, the most intimate details of
my life with my husband. It was both demeaning and highly
erotic.

I knew that was wrong, but that is what I felt. My nipples were
erect and my breasts swollen. My pussy was wet, and I was afraid
that there would be a spot on the couch when I stood up. 

Finally I had satisfied his curiosity. The questions stopped and
he began kissing me passionately. My breath was labored and I was
on the verge of an orgasm just from this man's kisses!

Suddenly he stood up and took my hand. He pulled me to my feet
and led me to his bedroom. Without even being asked I helped him
undress and when he was down to his jockey shorts he picked me up
and placed me on his bed as if I were weightless.

His hands and his lips were all over me again, more urgently now.
I was no longer an unwilling participant. I moved my hands over
his broad chest and his muscular stomach, his taut thighs, and
his strong buttocks. 

I felt the large bulge in his shorts pressing against my thigh. I
could feel it throbbing, and I wanted it. I wanted to see it. I
wanted to touch it. I wanted it inside of me. I began moving my
lips down his neck, his chest, tasting him, kissing him, and
licking him. I do not believe I have ever been more aroused in my
life!

I licked and sucked and nipped at his nipples, I licked circles
around his chest, then down over his hard, flat, stomach. I
inched down and finally saw the huge bulge in his shorts. I know
I have never seen a larger cock. I doubt that I ever will. It was
truly remarkable! It extended at an angle toward the waistband of
his underwear. I was too embarrassed to ask, but I know that it
was at least ten inches long. At least!

I kissed it through his shorts. I noticed a small wet spot
forming where the head of his cock was. I licked it gently,
tasting the faint taste of his pre-cum. I placed my mouth over
the head of his cock and exhaled gently through his shorts,
caressing him with my breath.

I placed my fingers under his waistband and began to slowly pull
his underwear off. I stared at his cock as I slid his shorts down
his legs and threw them on the floor. His cock was magnificent!
The skin was so dark it was almost purple. It was so long and
thick and........God! I don't know. Just really beautiful!
Powerful! That was what it was, powerful, masculine.

I was near the foot of the bed now. I leaned forward and began
kissing his calves, working my way up. I was moving my lips up
his thighs, nearer and nearer to his throbbing cock. He moved his
legs apart and I neared his crotch with my tongue. 

For the first time I noticed his balls. I suppose I should not
have been shocked, their huge size was appropriate. In keeping
with the magnificent member they accompanied. Still, I could not
suppress a small gasp of surprise when I noticed them. On his
large frame, and in company with his huge cock, they did not seem
out of place. His testicles must each be nearly the size of a
baseball!

I was moaning with lust as I began kissing his balls, licking
them all over. I could just barely manage to take them into my
mouth one at a time. Then I lifted them gently with my fingers
and adored every inch of them with my tongue. 

I would occasionally look up as I worshipped at his crotch and
see that he was watching me. He was obviously enjoying the show.
It was hard to tell if he was more amused or aroused, but it
didn't matter. I only knew that he was pleased and I felt good
about that.

I moved up and started licking his hot, throbbing cock. I took it
in my hands and gently touched it, felt its heat. I took pleasure
from his arousal. I moved my tongue up to the head of his cock.
It was now covered in pre-cum. I licked it clean and then kept
licking. 

I wet my lips and pressed them tightly together. I placed my
mouth against the head of his cock and pushed. Keeping my lips
pressed tightly together I pushed them down over his cock so that
it felt like his cock was pushing into a hot, tight, wet pussy.
My pussy!

His cock was even fatter than Ted's, but I took as much of it as
I could into my mouth. I remembered what Larry had taught me at
the gangbang at Ted's apartment. I swallowed and made myself
relax and tried to take Nathan's cock into my throat. At first it
would not go. I didn't give up though. I had to do this for him.
I just had to. I don't know why, but I was determined to have
this gentle black giant in my throat, to give him more pleasure
than any other woman ever could.

Finally, much to our mutual surprise, I felt something give, and
his cock slid down my throat! I looked up and took pride in the
look on his face, a combination of amazement and lust. I felt
like I had just won the Nobel Prize for cock sucking!

I paused for a moment with my lips tight up against his abdomen.
Then I began to slowly withdraw. I pulled back all the way to the
end, and then slowly pushed back down. It went down easier this
time. It was slightly painful, but the look of pure lust on his
face made it worth while. 

He started to moan and his body tensed. It was obvious he was
about to have an orgasm, so I pulled back to the head of his
magnificent cock and began using my hands to push him over the
edge. I wanted his cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him.

Suddenly it happened. I felt huge spurts of his hot cum shooting
into my mouth. I couldn't possibly keep up. I swallowed and
swallowed, but still his juice kept pouring out around the head
of his cock and dripping down his cock and onto his belly. 

I had expected a larger than average amount, based on the size of
his beautiful equipment, but I was still not prepared for the
volume of liquid shooting out of the hole in the end of his
cock.

At last the torrent ended. He pulled my mouth away from the head
of his cock. I looked at the large gobs of white cum dripping off
of his still hard staff and lying in large puddles on his stomach
and without hesitation I began to lap them up eagerly. 

At last I had removed every trace, and I returned to the head of
his cock to suck out any lingering drops of his nectar.

His cock was softening now, and he reached down and pulled me up
beside him. He pulled me to him gently and told me I was the most
magnificent cocksucker he had ever met. I almost laughed. Less
than a week ago I would have been extremely insulted. Not now
though. Now I was pleased, proud even!

He held me in my arms, and much to my surprise, he kissed me,
gently at first, then more passionately. Never, in my entire,
although admittedly limited, sexual experience, had a man ever
kissed me after I had sucked his cock! I was so surprised, and so
touched.

I put my arms around him and held him tight and kissed him
voraciously. This man was definitely something special. He turned
me over onto my back and began kissing me all over, my lips, my
nose, my cheeks, my eyes, everywhere. Soon, he was working his
way down, covering my swollen, sensitive breasts, my stomach, and
finally, my hot, wet pussy.

As soon as his lips touched my pussy I had a tremendous orgasm. I
came and came as he moved his tongue over my swollen pussy. I am
not a loud person when I have sex, not normally. This time though
I was moaning and screaming and going crazy, pushing my hips up
to meet his face, moving my hips in a totally out of control
dance of lust. 

Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he stopped. He moved
quickly up over me, covering me with his massive body. He took my
hands and pulled them up over my head. I was totally helpless as
he placed his large cock against my wet, hungry slit, and began
to slowly, gently, push it into me. I lifted my head and looked
down. I had to see it! I watched as inch after inch of that
beautiful black cock disappeared into my belly. Before it was all
the way in I was cumming again! 

He paused, once he had completely buried his massive cock in my
straining pussy, and just looked into my face. I was thankful for
the pause, as I slowly began to adjust to his cock, but I could
not lay still. I was moaning and babbling incoherently as I
twisted under him.

He started fucking me then. Slowly at first, until he saw that I
could take him, and then violently, raping me. Making me love it!
I tried to pull my hands loose, to hold him, to squeeze him, to
rake my nails down his back. But I could not, and my helplessness
only made it more intense. I began having orgasm after orgasm,
screaming and thrashing, totally out of control. At one point I
stretched my head up and began licking the sweat off of his
chest. I was an animal.

Then I felt him tense up and I felt his cock, throbbing violently
in my pussy. I knew he was filling me with his cum and I came
again, one last violent orgasm.

He stayed over me for a few moments, kissing me tenderly. I felt
his cock getting soft in my pussy, and I almost wept at the loss.
I couldn't take any more. I needed a rest, but I didn't want it
to end!

Finally he rolled off of me and lay beside me. He took me in his
arms and I lay on my side next to him, with my hand on his now
limp cock. Two things suddenly occurred to me. He had eaten my
pussy, something not one of the other four animals I had been
serving had offered to do, and he had not pulled my head down to
his spent cock. The funny thing was that I wanted to do it for
him!

So I did. I moved my head down and took his limp, wet, cock into
my mouth. Even totally relaxed, it was still larger than any
other cock I had ever seen! I sucked him until his cock was
clean, and then moved back up and lay in his arms to regain my
breath.

He asked me where I learned to deepthroat, and I told him about
the lessons I had received from Ted's friends. He was surprised
at how little experience I had. He said that no woman had ever
been able to do that for him. I was surprised at the pride I
felt.

After we had rested he got up and took me to the bathroom. He
handed me a prepackaged douche and even allowed me the privacy to
use it! I went to the bathroom first and then followed the
directions on the bottle. When I was finished, I went back into
the bedroom and he took me by the hand and led me back into the
bathroom. We took a nice hot shower together, soaping each other,
touching, kissing. I could easily get used to this kind of
abuse!

We dried off and went back into the bedroom and dressed. We sat
in the living room and this time when he offered I had a drink
with him. 

We talked for a little while longer, always about me. He seemed
to want to know all about me, how much sex I had had and with
whom. Much to my surprise, I told him. I told him everything he
wanted to know! I wasn't ashamed. I had been with more men this
week, than I had been with in the entire preceding twenty-three
years. I was not promiscuous, and it was not my fault if I was
being made to submit to all these strange men. Well, it kind of
was. But I was not doing it of my own volition.

As we talked I noticed that Nathan kept looking at his watch. I
finally noticed the time myself and was surprised that almost two
hours had passed. It seemed like I had just gotten there. 

When the clock struck noon, Nathan got to his feet and reached
for my hand. He said we were going out for a little while. I was
a little disappointed, I wanted to stay and play some more. We
had six hours left. I wondered where he was taking me, but I
wasn't scared. He was such a kind and considerate man. I felt
safe with him.

We headed for the door and on the way out he grabbed a large,
professional looking video camera. I have to admit, that made me
nervous. But he didn't say anything and we went out. He locked
the door and we headed for the elevators.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Just before we reached the elevators he stopped and said that he
had forgotten his camera bag. He handed me his keys and asked me
to go and get it, he would get the elevator. 

I turned back to his door and as I did I saw four black men
approaching from the other direction. They looked like real
hoodlums. I had to wonder what they were doing in this building
but I didn't feel threatened with Nathan waiting nearby.

We reached the door at about the same time and as I fumbled with
the key they stopped and started making rude remarks.

"Hey baby, you look like you need some help getting that thing in
the hole," commented one. The others laughed crudely and I
started to turn my head to look for Nathan.

Before I could turn my head the one closest to me grabbed my chin
and said, "You look at me when I am talking to you, cunt!"

To my horror, out of the corner of my eye I could see Nathan with
the camera on his shoulder filming these thugs as they gathered
around me threateningly. 

I cannot explain how this made me feel. In such a short time I
had grown to trust Nathan and enjoy him. He had almost erased the
self-loathing I had managed to build up over the last few days.
He had made sex wonderful! 

It was obvious, however, that this was all a set-up. He had
waited until noon, watching his clock for the proper moment. He
had taken his camera, and now he was going to film me getting
raped by four black punks.

I didn't understand the conflicting emotions that ran through me
then. I felt very used. I felt victimized all over again. I
decided that if he wanted a rape film, I was going to give him
one! I didn't try to look at Nathan again. I pulled away from the
punk holding my face and told them that they didn't belong here
and they had better leave or I would scream.

One of them had worked around behind me and as soon as I said
that he grabbed my waist and put his hand over my mouth. I was
kicking and moaning and trying to get loose as one of them
grabbed the key from my hand and opened the door to Nathan's
condo.

They rushed in and gathered around me in a circle. They started
pushing me back and forth between them, grabbing my breasts, my
ass, lifting my skirt, whistling, making crude comments. I
pretended to fight them off, but it didn't really matter now. I
felt so betrayed. I know that makes no sense, but that is what I
felt.

They began ripping at my clothing, tearing my dress, shredding
it, pulling it off of me a piece at a time. I was crying softly,
not fighting anymore. They stopped shoving me and just stood
around me now, their hands, boldly exploring every part of me. 

My dress was in tatters at my feet and now I felt hands tearing
at my bra. The crude comments continued as my breasts were
revealed, and then my panties were ripped from me violently,
painfully. I would have fallen had one of them not caught me.

Now the hands again, squeezing my flesh, probing my orifices. The
constant barrage of crude comments, belittling me, degrading me,
bombarded me from all sides. I felt so totally degraded, even
worse than the other night with Ted and his beer buddies. 

But then the strangest thing happened. Despite everything, I was
becoming aroused. I was back in my fantasy again, being used and
abused and degraded. I was getting turned on. I was thankful that
they were so rough they could not notice. That would be too
humiliating.

I finally got a break as the men stepped back and started
undressing. It was obvious that at least one consideration in
selecting these men had been the size of their cocks. They were
all extremely large. Not as large as Nathan, but well above
average.

Once they had undressed they moved closer to me again. I felt
them pressing against me, their cocks rubbing me, their hands
probing.

Then I was forced to my knees. Everywhere I looked there was a
large, angry black cock, and they were all pointing right at me.
The circle widened slightly and I saw Nathan moving in for some
close-ups as my face was pulled to one cock after another. Time
seemed to stand still as first one cock then another was forced
into my mouth. It went on and on. It was probably fifteen or
twenty minutes before one of them began to cum in my mouth. He
pulled out until just the very tip of his cock was in my mouth
and made me open my mouth. He moved his hand up and down his
throbbing cock and I saw Nathan move in for a close up as his cum
shot into my mouth. 

As soon as he was finished I swallowed his load of cum and before
I knew it, it was happening all over again. All four of them came
the same way, with the camera catching all of that cum shooting
into my mouth.

I looked around and was shocked to see that not one of those
large cocks had gone soft. They were still hard and ready for
more. It began then for real and it went on for over two hours. I
was raped in every hole, in every combination and every position
I had ever heard of, and many I had not heard of.

Several times I had three cocks in me at one time, and usually
the fourth was rubbing against me somewhere as well. I was having
orgasm after orgasm, but I was being so mistreated, so roughly
handled, that I am sure they did not even notice. I was thankful
for that.

Finally it was over. I was nearly unconscious. I didn't even
notice them dressing or leaving. Just all of a sudden Nathan was
picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom.

He handed me another douche and left the room.

I sat on the toilet and just cried softly for a long time. I was
being torn by my desires, my fantasies, and the certain knowledge
that what I was doing was so wrong, a complete betrayal of my
dear, sweet husband.

I went to the bathroom and used the douche and stepped back into
the shower.

I didn't hear Nathan come back in. I was preoccupied wondering
what I was going to wear home. My clothing was in shreds. But
suddenly he was there, holding me, gently moving his hands over
me.

His gentle, soothing voice telling me that it over, everything
was alright now.  I forgot for a moment that he had betrayed me
and listened to his calm voice and for some reason it was
alright. I relaxed in his arms and let his soothing voice wash
over me. I enjoyed the healing touch of his wonderful hands.

I was sore all over, it was difficult to move. My pussy, my ass,
my jaw, everything hurt. My breasts and my buttocks were bruised.
But I was alright now, because Nathan said so.

He turned off the water and dried me and then carried me back to
the bed.

He laid me out on my back and stretched out beside me. He kissed
me gently and moved his hands lightly over my body, soothing my
soreness away with his caress.

He must have known I was too sore to do anything. He didn't even
try. He just let me rest and we talked some more while he
caressed me. The conversation was still about me of course. 

I had to ask about the film though. He told me about his
business, making specialty movies, for a special audience, mostly
rape movies, or B&D and S&M. The real thing, not the kind you buy
in video stores. He has a small, select list of clients who paid
him a premium price for good quality movies, such as an
attractive young white housewife being raped by four black hoods.
For real!

So now I was a movie star! I took comfort in the knowledge that
at least nobody I knew would be on his client list. I was sure
that no one I knew would ever see the film.

We lay together, naked in bed and talked quietly. Most of the
conversation was about me. His curiosity about the most intimate
details of my life seemed a little on the weird side, but I
enjoyed talking to him, and I wanted him to know that I was
really a nice normal person, not a slut or a whore. I wanted him
to like me!

He got up a couple of times over the next couple of hours and
brought snacks and drinks back to the bed. I was surprised at
what a wonderful time I was having. I wanted him again, and I
kept apologizing for being too sore to make love to him. We both
saw the irony in that, but I couldn't help it. I felt that way!

When it was almost time to leave, I suddenly remembered I had
nothing to wear. I asked Nathan what I was going to do, and he
just laughed. He went to the closet and came back with a
beautiful, tasteful, and very expensive, dress. It was just my
size!

He must have gotten my size from Ted, because he had known in
advance that my clothing would be destroyed.

I put the dress on and brushed my hair. I touched up my make-up
and found my shoes. I finally found my purse and at last I was
ready to go. Before he took me out to the car he handed me a
piece of paper. 

"I won't bother you," he said, "but I would love to see you
again. I think you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. I know you
are having a tough time with Ted, and there is nothing I can do
about that. But, if you want to see me again, just call, anytime.


I was watching you pretty closely, and I don't guess those four
thugs noticed or cared, but I saw how many orgasms you had. I
want to have you again. I think you will call. If you ever get in
the mood, I would love to film another movie. You will never get
an Oscar, but I have no doubt that that was the sexiest movie
ever made. My clients will be begging for a sequel.

I didn't say anything, but as I slid his number into my purse, I
knew I was going to be back here. I did want to see him again.
And as much as I hated to admit it, I knew I would make another
movie for him. At least I told myself it was for him.

We left then. He took me back to the mall parking lot, and Ted
was smart enough to see that I was totally used up for that day.
He took me straight home. He made me tell him everything that had
happened on the way, but at least he kept his hands to himself
and his zipper closed.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next day I picked my husband up at the airport. We had
something to eat on the way home and then we went straight to
bed. 

I was worried that he would notice something, but my bruises were
almost gone, and he was so horny from being away so long, that he
wasn't noticing much of anything. I was careful to make sure that
the room was dimly lit. So I eventually relaxed and enjoyed
myself as much as I could. My poor abused body was still sore. 

Despite my slight discomfort, it felt good to be with him again.
It made me feel clean again. Normal. I felt bad about what I had
been doing while he was away, and what I knew I would be doing
when he left again. I had to keep suppressing that thought if I
was ever going to be able to live with myself or with my husband.
At least until I found a way out of the mess I had gotten myself
into.

I tried not to think about what had happened to me while my
husband was away. I wanted the next three weeks to be as normal
and as wonderful as possible. I wasn't very successful. I could
not keep my mind from reliving my recent experiences. I kept
remembering what I had done, and what had been done to me. 

That wasn't the worst part. What made me feel so bad was that
whenever I caught myself thinking about it, I noticed that I was
getting aroused. I didn't want to be. I knew I should be
disgusted, traumatized.

I could honestly say that I dreaded the next trip my husband
would take, and what I would be put through after he left. I did
not look forward to my next session with Ted, but the idea of it
turned me on. Even after all that I had been through last week I
still had those same fantasies that had gotten me into this mess
to start with!

The weeks flew by and before I knew it I was helping my husband
pack for his next trip. I drove him to the airport in the morning
and then went straight home. I sat by the phone for a long time.
I knew I had to call Ted. My orders were to call him as soon as
my husband was gone and I was alone. He said he would know if I
did not. I don't know why, but I believed him.

I finally got up the nerve and called him. He didn't waste any
time with small talk. As soon as he answered and heard my voice
he said, "It's about time cunt. I've been saving it up for you.
Get your ass over here, now."

I wasn't all that sure I could find his apartment, but I felt
nervous about my neighbors seeing him here, so I thought that
going to his place was the better option. 

As it turned out, I had no trouble finding the way. I drove right
to it. I parked and went to his door and knocked. He answered the
door, wearing only a robe, and pulled me in roughly. He slammed
the door and sat on the couch. 

He ordered me to strip. I was still wearing the shorts and blouse
I wore to take my husband to the airport. I unbuttoned my blouse
and as I slid it down my arms and tossed it on the chair I
watched Ted open his robe and begin to slowly massage his quickly
growing cock. I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. I
reached between my breasts and unbuttoned my bra. I tossed it on
the chair and then I slid my panties off. 

He motioned me over to sit beside him on the couch. As soon as I
did he was all over me. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled
me to him and kissed me passionately. His large rough hands were
all over me. Squeezing and pinching and groping my breasts and my
thighs and my pussy.

After a few minutes he began forcing my head down. I knew what he
wanted of course. I had been dreading it for weeks. I put my hand
around his hard, throbbing cock and leaned forward to lick it all
over.

I took him into my mouth and started sucking. He had apparently
not been kidding. He had been saving it up for me! In no time at
all he was shooting a huge load of hot cum into my mouth. I was
getting much better at this. I swallowed it all without much
difficulty this time. I held his cock in my mouth until it was
soft and I had gotten every last drop of his cum. When he was
finally satisfied he pushed me away and stood up. 

He went into his bedroom and returned about ten minutes later,
fully dressed. I was still naked. He had not told me to dress. He
tossed me something and told me to put it on. It was a
mini-dress. I could see that it was new. It still had the tags on
it from the store. He must have gotten it just for me. I saw why
when I put it on. It was one size too small, and even if it had
been the right size it would have been too small! It was
semi-transparent and my breasts were plainly visible. My nipples
stuck out like little thumbs. 

I begged Ted to at least let me wear my panties. There was no way
I could go out like this and not get arrested! I looked at myself
in the mirror and without even moving my crotch was just visible
below the hemline! He reluctantly relented and let me put the
panties on. It wasn't much, but I felt a little better. 

I followed him outside and he made me walk ahead of him and we
started walking to the bar we had gone to the first night he took
me out.

It was only a few blocks to the bar. It seemed to take forever
though. I tried not to notice the looks of the people I passed on
the street, the surprised but lustful looks of the men, the
shocked, disapproving looks of the women. All of the looks said
the same thing, "SLUT!" 

The only things to be grateful for were the lack of wind and the
fact that there were very few people on the street. 

We finally arrived at the bar and I was relieved to see that at
this early hour the only one there was the bartender.

He looked up as we came in and it was obvious that he recognized
me. He smiled and then smiled even wider when he realized I was
almost naked. 

Ted pushed me over to the bar and we took a seat. 

"Do you remember the last time I brought my bitch in here?" Ted
asked. 

"Are you kidding? Prettiest tits and pussy I ever saw! If I close
my eyes I can still see her sitting there with here tits hanging
out." The bartender responded.

"Well, she has had a little more training now. I thought I would
bring her in for that 'tip' I promised you."

"No shit!!!" the bartender exclaimed, a look of disbelief in his
eyes.

I was not surprised. I knew that Ted was always looking for new
ways to humiliate me. I didn't even attempt to resist as Ted
reached over and unzipped the back of my tiny dress. He pulled
the top down and I sat there in that public bar topless, praying
no one would come in to add to my humiliation. 

"She is all yours, buddy. Help yourself." Ted generously
offered.

"Anything I want?" the bartender asked, still not sure this
wasn't a big joke.

"Anything you want." Ted replied.

The bartender reached over the bar and put one of his large,
meaty hands on my breast. He was gentle at first, but then he
started squeezing and pulling on my nipples, taking great
pleasure from seeing them getting larger and stiffer as he abused
them.

He ordered me to stand up and walk around the bar to where he was
standing.

As soon as I was within reach he grabbed me and pulled me against
him and started kissing me brutally. His large tongue probed my
mouth. His hands moved down my back and over my ass. When I
didn't resist he pulled up the back of my dress and moved his
hands all over my panties. He finally pulled his mouth away from
mine and started licking his way down to my naked breasts. One of
his hands moved around to my crotch and started roughly rubbing
over my pussy. 

I looked over at Ted and saw how amused he was at my predicament.
He truly enjoyed seeing me abused by strange men. I think that if
he had to choose between doing it himself and watching me suffer
while someone else abused me he would have a hard time choosing.
	
The bartender pulled my dress the rest of the way down and when I
stepped out of it he threw it on the bar. He stood up and ordered
me to take my panties off. 

After a quick glance at the door I hooked my thumbs in the
waistband of my panties and slid them down and off. As I did
this, the bartender was unzipping his pants and pulling out his
large cock.

The bartender looked at me, standing there in the nude, for a few
moments. Then he pushed me to my knees and pushed his cock into
my face, rubbing it all around, leaving a trail of slime all over
my face.

When that no longer amused him he ordered me to open my mouth and
he roughly shoved his cock, which was now quite hard, into my
mouth. He was roughly fucking my face, choking me, gagging me. 

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as he assaulted my mouth.
Suddenly he stopped and I realized someone had come into the bar.
I thought that he would stop and I could hide down behind the
bar, out of sight. 

Unfortunately the newcomer was a friend of the bartender and he
spoke to his friend as he came up to the bar, never taking his
cock from my mouth.

"I'll be damned!" the newcomer exclaimed. "Hey, I bet I know who
she is. I heard about the bitch you had in here a couple of weeks
ago. You had her in a booth in the back with all her shit hanging
out. I heard she went out of here with four guys. Is that her?"

"That's her." Ted answered for the bartender. "She belongs to me.
I can do anything I want with her."

"No way!" the customer said in obvious disbelief.

"Check it out. I just gave her to the bartender for a tip. She is
kneeling back there naked and sucking on his cock I can guarantee
you that is wasn't her idea, so what do you think?"

Ted told them a little bit of how I came to be there. Once they
learned that I was a more or less innocent housewife being
blackmailed into this, I had hoped that I would get a little
sympathy. Was I ever wrong! They thought that was the hottest
thing they had ever heard.

The bartender told Ted he was going to take me into the back room
and fuck the shit out of me. Ted said he would watch the bar. 

The bartender pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me to my
feet. He pushed me towards a door in the corner and we entered a
storeroom. There was no bed or anywhere to lie down. He just
pushed me over a stack of beer cases and I heard him take his
pants down. 

He stepped up behind me and he rubbed his hands all over my ass.
He squeezed my cheeks and spread them, looking at me as I waited,
bent over and spread out before him. He stepped up closer and
pushed his cock between my thighs, rubbing it back and forth
against my pussy. Then, in one long slow stroke, he shoved it all
the way in.

I was soaking wet, and he entered with no trouble at all. 

"I'll be damned! You little bitch, your cunt is drooling! You
like this shit don't you?"

I just groaned. It was too humiliating to have to answer. How
could I possibly explain? How could I make him understand that I
didn't want to do this? I had no choice. I couldn't help it if
being treated like this aroused me. It didn't matter. I didn't
care what he thought anyway. I nodded and he laughed at me,
adding to my humiliation.

He leaned forward and reached around me and grabbed my tits,
squeezing roughly as his cock ravaged my pussy. I tried not to,
but I felt myself nearing orgasm as he overpowered me. I began to
moan quietly and he could tell I was getting close. My pussy was
squeezing his cock tightly. I was almost panting I was breathing
so hard. Finally I let it happen and I started to cum. He felt me
tense up and start to thrash around on top of the cases of beer
he had spread me out on and I guess that pushed him over the
edge. He started blasting his cum into my pussy. 

When he was done he collapsed on top of me for a moment. He was
so big, so heavy I could hardly breathe. After a few moments he
stood up and pulled me to my feet. He turned me to face him and
pushed me to my knees. I didn't even have to be told by now. I
knew what my job was. I took his soft, sticky cock in my hand and
placed my mouth over it. I quickly sucked it clean and then
licked his balls to clean them as well.

When he was satisfied he ordered me to pull his pants up. I
reached down to the tangle of clothing around his ankles and
pulled his shorts up into place. Then I pulled his pants up and
buttoned them, zipped them, and buckled his belt. 

He reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. He
pulled me to the door and didn't even look to see who was in the
bar as he shoved me through it and back out into the bar.

Fortunately, I guess, there were only the same two men in the bar
that had been in there when I was taken into the back. I stood
behind the bar with cum dripping down my legs, waiting to be told
that I could dress. I felt the eyes of all three men on my body
as I stood there nervously watching the door. I seemed to be the
only one worried that someone might come in and be upset to find
a naked woman in the bar.

I was shocked when it occurred to me that I was less concerned
with the idea that someone would see me naked than the idea that
someone would be upset by it! My God! How low was I sinking?

I finally began to hear what was being said around me.
Apparently, while I had been in the back with the bartender, Ted
had been making plans with the bartender's friend. It seems that
in the brief time we had been in the storeroom, Ted and the
newcomer, whose name I learned was Mark, had become friends. They
had apparently made plans for my afternoon.

I asked Ted if I could go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, and
to my surprise, he said yes. I reached for my panties and my
dress but he stopped me. He apparently wanted me clean but naked.


I sighed with resignation and hurried to the restroom. It felt so
strange to be walking around naked in a public place to the
amusement of the men in the room. But it was a relief to be able
to clean the mess from my pussy and my thighs. I took my time. I
was not anxious to return to stand naked in a bar for the
amusement of strange men. I could only draw it out so long
though. I could not put it off forever. I was pretty sure that if
Ted had to come in looking for me I would regret it.

I opened the door of the restroom and looked out, thankful to see
that no one had entered the bar since I came in to clean up. I
walked out and stood beside Ted, waiting to see what would happen
to me next.

I was relieved when Ted handed me my dress and told me to put it
on. As the men watched I slid the dress over my head and zipped
up the back. It was funny, thinking back to how uncomfortable I
had been when I had first put it on. I realized how much better I
felt putting it on now. It felt great to be clothed again, even
in this tiny thing.

My panties still sat on the bar, but before I could reach for
them Ted handed them to the bartender and said, "Why don't you
hang these up over the bar? Right there by your first dollar."  

Everyone thought that was a pretty amusing idea. Everyone but me,
that is. The bartender got some thumbtacks from a drawer and
spread my panties out on the wall and tacked them up. While he
was mounting his trophy panties, Ted pulled me around so that I
was standing between him and Mark, facing Mark. 

I felt Ted's hands, moving over my ass in an absent-minded sort
of way. As if he were just doing it to keep his hands occupied.

Mark looked me over for a minute. "You are a pretty little
thing." He said. "Ted says you like lots of fucking and sucking,
is that right?" 

As he spoke his hand came up and gently caressed my breast. "Are
you a horny little housewife?"

I avoided looking at him, but I nodded. This time, however, I
wasn't just saying what they wanted to hear. I was beginning to
realize that I was turning into what they wanted me to be. I had
just been forced to have sex with the bartender. I hated to admit
it, even to myself, but I had had a great orgasm! 

Now I was standing between two men who had their hands all over
me and I was getting excited again. I didn't want them to know
that, but Mark knew. His hand moved down between my legs and I
felt his finger move up and down across my slit, and then gently
into me. He knew I was enjoying this. He understood. I could tell
by the look in his eyes.

Mark put his wet finger in my mouth and as I sucked it clean he
said, "We have something new planned for you darling, another new
experience for you. I guess you are having a lot of those lately,
according to Ted."

I didn't dare ask what they had planned. I knew that whatever it
was it would be unpleasant.

Ted and Mark got up from their bar stools and we walked out with
me between them. Ted had left his car at his apartment so we got
into Mark's car and drove away with me between them in the front
seat.

					CHAPTER 9

As he drove Mark continued to play with my breasts. I had noticed
something kind of amusing about the way these men treated me in
these situations. I really wasn't a person to them. I was merely
a host for various female body parts. My job was to keep my
breasts and my vagina warm and handy for them. 

As Mark played with my breasts he totally ignored me. He talked
with Ted. They carried on a perfectly normal conversation as if I
was not even there. During the entire trip, which was,
thankfully, quite short, Mark had his hand inside the top of my
dress. His hands pulled and squeezed and pinched my breasts. I
had the impression though that he was not doing it to turn me on.
He wasn't even doing it to turn him on I don't think. He was just
doing it because he liked doing it.

Mark pulled into a parking lot in back of a seedy looking
building. I had been looking down, as usual, so I didn't even
notice what was in the building. Was I in for a shock!

I noticed that the parking lot was pretty full. I hoped we
weren't going to the same place all these people were. I much
preferred my humiliation to be private.

They didn't say anything but they seemed anxious to begin as they
hurried me through a plain, unmarked door in the back of the
building. The only thing that indicated it was an entrance to
anything was a sign saying something about not entering if "you
are offended by nudity or sex." I didn't like the sound of that.

We moved down a short hallway and stepped into a large room full
of row after row of magazines with pictures of naked women in
some of the most outrageous poses and predicaments I had ever
seen. I was relieved to see that there were only a couple of
other people in the room. I guess the people parked out back were
in some other business nearby. 

For a few minutes we walked around looking at the magazines. Ted
and Mark took great pleasure in pointing out some of the most
outrageous ones and suggesting that they would love to see me in
this or that situation. Being tied up, whipped, having sex with
large groups of men, sex with other women, all kinds of things. I
didn't say anything, but I found a few of the pictures quite
stimulating.

As we perused the stacks of porn I felt the eyes of the old man
behind the counter and the other customers following us around
the room. They were probably wondering what a woman was doing in
this place. But then, I was too.

After we had made a complete tour of the magazines and movies, we
spent a few minutes looking at the sexual devices available. I
was shocked! I had never imagined some of this stuff existed!
Some of it looked like fun, but some of it looked dangerous! Most
of it was just plain stupid. Inflatable women that made you want
to laugh just looking at them, that sort of thing. Some of the
things that were designed for a woman to stick in her body were
beyond belief. 

Ted and Mark soon tired of joking about all the things they could
do to me with this stuff and I found myself being pulled over to
the counter. 

Ted handed the old man behind the counter a $10 bill and without
ever taking his eyes from me the old man counted out a handful of
coins and handed them to Ted.

We headed towards a door in the back of the room and as we
approached it a buzzer sounded. Ted pulled the door open and we
entered a long, dark hallway. At first I couldn't see a thing.
When my eyes started to adjust to the dark I realized where the
people who owned all the cars in the parking lot were. There were
men everywhere back here! They were standing against the walls,
alone and in pairs talking quietly. Men were going in and out of
the doors spaced every few feet along both sides of the hallway.
I had no idea what this was all about but I was beginning to feel
more than a little scared.

Ted pulled me along behind him as he walked slowly down the dark,
narrow hallway. It was obvious from the looks I was getting that
it was not very common for a woman to enter this hallway. I
glanced into a couple of the open doors as we passed. The rooms
were very small, perhaps ten feet by ten feet. Only the light
from small television screens illuminated them. The first screen
I saw was blank, but as they continued to pull me down the narrow
hallway I noticed that when there was something on the screen it
was a pornographic movie!

I suddenly became aware of the sounds. A cacophony of loud music,
but not loud enough to drown out the exaggerated sounds of people
having sex, mostly women moaning and groaning loudly. I had no
idea what this place was. I had never even heard of anything like
this!

As we neared the end of the hallway, Ted glanced into one of the
booths and then pulled me in after him. Mark followed and shut
the door. Ted started putting tokens into a slot and the screen
on the little television came alive with a close-up picture of a
large cock sliding in and out of a large, wet vagina. 

I had never seen anything like it! I stared for a moment,
forgetting my surroundings briefly as I saw for the first time
what it looked like close up as a couple had sex. As I watched,
Mark came up behind me and began to remove my dress. He pulled it
over my head and hung it from a nail in the wall. When I was
naked he stood behind me and rubbed his bulging crotch against my
ass as he moved his hands over me.

I still didn't know why we were here though. We could have gone
to Ted's house to have sex. Or even stayed at the bar! Did they
come here just so they could watch a dirty movie while they
fucked me?

Ted watched Mark mauling my breasts for a few moments. As he
watched, I noticed that he kept glancing at the wall beside us. I
followed his eyes and was shocked to see a large round hole cut
in the wall. Through the hole I could see an eye shining in the
dim light. Someone was watching us!

Ted smirked as he saw the reaction on my face. I still didn't
know what was going on here, but if it amused Ted, I knew I
wouldn't like it. 

Mark edged me a little closer to the hole and when my pussy was
less than a foot from the hole a hand slowly reached in. When
there was no objection, the hand clamped down on my pussy and
immediately began to explore me roughly. The hand squeezed and
pinched and then I felt first one and then two fingers enter me.
As strange as it sounds, for some reason that I could probably
could never understand the idea of being molested by a
disembodied hand was strangely appealing! 

Mark continued to roughly amuse himself with my breasts as the
hand manipulated my genitals. I was becoming very aroused! 

Ted said something to Mark. I was too engrossed in what was
happening to me to understand what he said. But suddenly Mark
stepped back and turned me around. 

The fingers slipped out of my pussy, but immediately began to
caress my ass. After exploring my ass for a couple of minutes I
felt the fingers slide between my legs and back into my pussy,
then back out, and back to my ass. That mysterious, anonymous
hand then pushed the finger he had just moistened in my pussy
into my ass. 

After a few moments Mark turned me around again and pushed me to
my knees. The hand immediately attached itself to my breasts,
first one, and then the other. Squeezing, pulling, and pinching.
It was so strange, yet so exciting to have some man I could not
see doing this!

After a few minutes Mark pulled me back a bit and told me to
stick the tip of my finger into the hole. I did not understand,
but I was long past the point of arguing or questioning. I just
do as I am told.

I tentatively edged the tip of my index finger into the hole and
waited to see what would happen. Suddenly, in the dim light, I
could see the head of a cock begin to poke through the hole! I
almost laughed! Until I realized what came next. 

"Touch it." Mark whispered. I moved my index finger up to the
soft head of the anonymous cock and moved it gently around,
spreading the large amount of lubricant seeping out. After a
moment, more of the cock came through the hole until I could see
the man's pubic hair pressed against the other side. His entire
cock was sticking through the hole!

I moved my hands over it and then Mark pushed against the back of
my head and without saying a word I leaned forward and took this
large, anonymous cock into my mouth. As I sucked, Mark moved
around behind me and adjusted my position so that he could take
me from behind. 

I could never explain it, but there was something terribly erotic
about this, sucking on a cock that some man stuck through a hole
in a wall while another man I had just met fucked me from behind.
This really turned me on!

With all the time Mark had spent playing with my body over the
last hour, I guess he was pretty aroused because he came almost
instantly. I felt him stiffen and then hold his softening cock in
me until it just slipped out. 

I continued sucking on the cock in my mouth, but I really missed
the cock in my pussy. I kind of hoped that Ted would get turned
on enough to get hard again and take another turn.

After a minute my wish came true as I felt a cock push into me
from behind again. Or at least I thought my wish had come true. I
suddenly glanced to my side and noticed that I could see both Ted
and Mark watching me! They had let someone in through the door!
Another stranger was pushing his cock into me from the rear! 

I didn't resist. It would not have mattered. I just kept sucking.
Finally the man I was sucking came in my mouth and I kept sucking
and swallowing until he pulled his cock back through the hole in
the wall. 

I didn't move though, I just waited for the man fucking me to
finish. Now that my head was free I looked back to see who was
fucking me. There was nothing special about him, just an average,
middle aged man lucky enough to get a piece of young pussy. 

As I turned back to face the wall I noticed that the door to our
room was open and there were at least a half a dozen men watching
me. Before the enormity of this could sink in, I was distracted
by the touch of another hand on my breast, another hand sticking
through the hole groping me. I looked down to see a large black
hand moving over my breast. I could feel the calluses on his
rough hands scraping over my soft breasts. 

The groping didn't last long. This latest hand was quickly
withdrawn and immediately replaced by a half-hard uncircumcised
cock. As strange as it seems, with all the cocks I had been
exposed to since I came under Ted's control I had never seen an
uncircumcised cock. 

I looked at it for a moment in curiosity.  Then I reached up and
moved my fingers over it, moving the foreskin back and forth,
watching his cock jump and grow as I explored it. 

After my last outing with Ted, I was no stranger to black cock,
but for some reason I thought it was exciting that I was going to
suck a black cock with as many as a dozen white men watching. 

As soon as that realization struck me, another followed
immediately on its heels. I was shocked at how much I had
changed! A month ago I could not even imagine doing what I was
doing here. Now, I was getting excited! I was no longer being
forced, or coerced. I wouldn't want them to know it, but I wanted
this. I was enjoying this!

I leaned forward and licked the head of the big black cock
sticking through the wall. I noticed that when it was hard you
could not tell the difference between circumcised and
uncircumcised. The foreskin had disappeared! How about that! A
cock that does tricks!

I placed my lips over that disembodied, anonymous cock and
started sucking. As I moved my lips down over his cock I felt the
man behind me grab my hips and suddenly start moving in and out
like a jackhammer. As soon as he came he was immediately replaced
by another man, another strange cock. 

I completely lost track of how many men I sucked and fucked that
afternoon. It was dark when we left and I was incredibly sore. I
did notice that I was becoming more able to take this kind of
abuse. I must have had cum from at least two dozen men in my
pussy and my stomach. My jaws were sore and my pussy was sore,
but no more so than that first night with Ted and his three
friends. I am not sure how I felt about that. What did it say
about me if I could be used and abused this way and not be
traumatized?

Anyway, they finally decided I had had enough and cut the line
off. They led me to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, in
the nude of course. I was given time to wipe off as much cum as I
could in that nasty men's room with the door open and several men
watching. When I was as clean as I could get I went back out into
the hallway and they gave me my dress. I slipped it back on in
front of all of those men.

As we walked back up the hallway to the door, hands were all over
me, grabbing my breasts, reaching under my skirt, which didn't
cover anything anyway, and pinching my ass and rubbing my pussy.
I just ignored them. 

Finally we were outside in the cool night air. I suddenly felt
able to relax for the first time in hours. I took a deep breath
and enjoyed the absence of sound from the dozens of dirty movies
playing simultaneously. As we walked to the car I glanced back in
wonder. What the hell kind of place is this!? I wanted to ask out
loud, but Ted and Mark were busy reliving their eventful
afternoon. Or should I say my eventful afternoon.

We got in the car and returned to Ted's apartment. I was afraid
they would want more sex, I was so sore already I didn't think I
could do it. They seemed to realize that and just had me strip
and serve them dinner and drinks while they talked. From what
little I could catch of their conversation, I could tell they
were thinking up another little adventure for their amusement and
my further debasement.

After dinner, they continued to talk while Ted had me clean up,
first the dishes and the kitchen, but then the entire apartment!
I know he did it more out of a desire to watch me in the nude
than to have a clean apartment. It was apparent that he was no
neat freak. But that didn't matter. I just do what I am told. I
moved all around cleaning and dusting, feeling their eyes on my
body as I worked. 

Every time I would get close enough to hear what they were saying
they would stop talking. That was making me nervous, that and the
bulges I couldn't help noticing in their pants.

I kept glancing nervously at the clock as it got later. My
husband would be calling soon and I had to be home when he
called. I was just about to remind Ted, but he hadn't forgotten.
He ordered me to put my clothes on. I put on the clothes I had
worn when I left home that morning as they watched in amusement.

I grabbed my purse and was about to say goodbye to Ted when they
got up and said that they would follow me home. I was so
disappointed I almost cried. I thought it was over for today.
They knew my jaw ached and my pussy was still sore. What did they
want from me now?

I didn't say anything though. I just turned and walked out to my
car. As I drove home my mind kept going back to the strange place
where I had spent the afternoon and all of the anonymous cocks
that had entered my body and deposited load after load of hot
white cum.

Before I knew it I was in my driveway and walking towards my
door. As I slipped the key into the lock I heard Ted's car pull
into the driveway. I waited by the door and let them in. As soon
as I had closed the front door, as instructed, I undressed and
got them each a drink. 

I was getting nervous. It was almost time for my husband to call.
What did these men plan? Were they going to do something to get
me in trouble with my husband, or with the neighbors? 

For the next fifteen minutes or so I continued to do whatever
they asked me to do to amuse them. Then the phone rang. Although
I was expecting it, I was still startled by the loud ring. 

I ran for the phone and picked it up on the second ring. It was
my husband and, although I was self-conscious about talking in
front of Ted and Mark, I was excited to talk to my husband and I
eagerly told him how much I loved and missed him. 

I tried to act like I was alone. I had my back to the men as I
stood by the phone and talked with my husband. I was startled
again as I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.

I started to panic, what were they going to do? Would they grab
the phone and say something to my husband? I looked behind me and
saw Mark holding me by my shoulders. I gave him a dirty look and
shook my head "no" violently, trying to get him to leave me
alone.

He just grinned evilly and guided me forwards a few inches until
I was kneeling on the couch. He pushed me so that I was leaning
forward. I put my hand out to support myself on the back of the
couch. 

I tried to carry on a normal conversation with my husband as he
reached between my legs and began rubbing my very sore pussy. I
tried to move his hand away, but he ignored my futile efforts and
there was nothing I could do without alarming my husband. So I
finally gave up and let him touch me.

It was very strange talking to my husband while Mark moved his
fingers in and out of my pussy. What bothered me almost as much
was that even though I hated what he was doing, and even though I
was so sore it hurt to walk, I was getting wet. I was getting
turned on. Shit! 

When his fingers were wet enough he withdrew his hand, but
instantly started pushing his wet fingers into my ass. I was
trying desperately to ignore him. I was struggling to sound
normal to my husband, but it was getting very difficult. It
suddenly got worse. Mark took his hand away and before I could
even breathe a sigh of relief I felt his cock pushing into my
ass. 

I tried not to grunt or groan, but the pain was terrible. I was
no longer a virgin there, but I was still very tight. Every time
he drove his cock into me I felt the pressure on my sore pussy as
well.

I continued my conversation, talking about weather and just a lot
of silly stuff, while Mark raped my ass. What made it even worse
was when I turned back and saw that Ted was filming everything.

It was getting impossible to talk normally as Mark's cock stroked
in and out of my ass. My breathing was becoming louder and I
would occasionally grunt softly when Mark stroked into me more
violently than usual. Finally my husband asked what was wrong. 

I told him that I had started exercising, and that I was doing
leg lifts while we talked. 

He thought that was a great idea!

I felt Mark speed up and then tense up as he shot his cum deep
into my ass. He pulled out and as soon as I finished a sentence
he pushed his cock into my mouth for cleaning. I quickly sucked
him clean so that I could continue my conversation, but I must
admit it was becoming very difficult to follow the thread of the
conversation.

As soon as he was clean, Mark stood up and took the camera from
Ted and began filming while Ted took his turn in my ass. It
seemed like they were especially excited by the idea of fucking
my ass while I talked with my husband. Ted managed to cum just as
I was telling my husband how much I loved him as we prepared to
end the call. 

Ted's orgasm seemed particularly intense, as though the timing
was important to him. I tried not to show it, and I hated to
admit it to myself, but the idea of these horrible men fucking my
ass while I talked to my husband was turning me on too. I
couldn't wait until they left so I could soak in a hot tub and
gently bring myself to another orgasm.

Ted pulled out of me and I turned around and cleaned him without
being asked. They dressed and left without another word to me.

 					CHAPTER 10

I was surprised when the rest of the week passed without a call
from Ted. I hated to admit it, but I was also a little
disappointed. Not at first, at first I was relieved. But as the
week went on and I got a little hornier every day I began to
grudgingly hope for a phone call.

Finally, on Friday morning, the phone did ring. But it wasn't
Ted. It was my husband's office. The woman I spoke to was the
secretary for the company president. She asked if I was free
later in the morning. The president, Mr. Cochran, had something
very important to discuss with me. 

I had met Mr. Cochran once at a company function. He was a very
imposing man. I had stuttered and hemmed and hawed and made a
total fool of myself trying to talk to him. I was sure that he
thought that I was some kind of congenital idiot. 

I was uncomfortable with the idea of going to his office. He
scared me. But of course I could not refuse. She told me that a
car would come for me and I hurriedly showered and dressed for
the meeting.

The driver escorted me to Mr. Cochran's office. The receptionist
greeted me and offered me a drink. I was so nervous that I would
have loved one. I thought it would be inappropriate though, so I
politely declined. I was immediately led through the secretary's
office and into Mr. Cochran's huge office. It was beautifully
decorated, very masculine, and obviously very expensive.

Mr. Cochran stood as I entered and greeted me warmly. Rather than
open my mouth and make a fool of myself again, I smiled as warmly
as possible and waited to see what this was all about.

Mr. Cochran thanked his receptionist and she left. He then turned
to me and told me that he had something in common with me. I
still didn't know what this was about so I continued to say
nothing.

He told me that he was a collector. He collected rare footage. I
didn't know what that meant, but he reached for a button on his
desk and pushed it. A television in the wall immediately came on
and I almost fainted as I saw myself being raped by a gang of
black men.

He went on for a moment before I realized he was still talking. I
was in a state of shock. I suddenly heard him going on about how
he was a collector of rape movies, preferably real movies of
actual rape. He even mentioned a special source. Nathan! My
husband's boss was one of Nathan's customers!

Mr. Cochran told me that Nathan had called him and told him about
a new movie he had just made. Nathan had told him the
circumstances, and a little about the new "starlet".

"You can imagine my shock," Mr. Cochran continued, "when I turned
on the movie and saw your lovely face Linda."

There was nothing I could say. I covered my face with my hands
and sobbed loudly. It was obviously over, my marriage, my life,
everything was lost now. My husband would be fired. I would be
divorced. My perfect little life was over.

"It's not as bad as all that my dear." Mr. Cochran said. "In
fact, you may find some good has come of it."

I tried to get myself under control. I took the tissue he offered
me and dried my eyes and looked across the desk to see what he
meant.

"Nathan told me about Ted. He told me the entire story. I found
it very arousing."

Mr. Cochran looked at me to see how I reacted to that. To be
honest, I didn't know what to think. I still didn't see what good
was coming of this.

"How would you like to have Ted out of your life?" Mr. Cochran
asked.

"Oh God yes," I exclaimed.

"It is done. I had some men talk to him earlier this week, some
very persuasive men. They brought me a very large collection of
photos and tapes as well. I thoroughly enjoyed them. Ted won't be
calling you again."

I sighed loudly and slumped in my seat. I was so relieved, but I
didn't know what to say.

"But, you are not completely off the hook," he continued.

I just sat, waiting for him to find out what the catch was. I
knew that he had me, he owned me now. Just like Ted had owned me.
But I still didn't know how bad that was going to be. He was
certainly better looking than Ted. And I doubt that he hangs
around in the same types of bars and porn shops as Ted does.
Maybe this is going to be better.

"Nathan told me that you did not suffer unduly in the making of
your little rape epic. He said, in fact, that being raped by
those men aroused you."

I looked down at my hands as my shame burned in my face. I
couldn't deny it. I had enjoyed it. I still felt the temptation
to call Nathan. I probably would have, had my every waking moment
not been dominated by Ted.

When I didn't deny it, Mr. Cochran went on. "As I said, I am a
collector. I will want you to star in other movies from time to
time. Not often, not when your husband is in town, and nothing
that will cause you to be harmed. If it is any consolation, I
will be the only customer for those films. 

In addition, you will allow me to have access to your body
whenever I desire, until I tire of you. You won't be subjected to
huge gangs of strange men on a daily basis. I won't take you out
in public, although I cannot say what Nathan might plan for you.
If you consent to my proposal, please stand and remove your
clothing."

It required no thought at all. In a perverted way, something good
had come of this. I was out of Ted's clutches. I would not be
making movies for the consumption of God knows whom. I was about
to get fucked by a rich, powerful, attractive man. And I was
ready!

I couldn't wait until tomorrow when my husband would be coming
home.  And I couldn't wait for his next trip, because I knew I
would be seeing Nathan again, and getting raped again.
	
					The End

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