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karenscrewedup@hotmail.com
By vulgus

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Story codes: MF, MFf, Ff, Fmmmm, blackmail, piercing

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

I was sitting at the bar in "The" place to be in town if you are
out looking to have a good time or just hoping to get noticed by
someone of the opposite sex. I would probably not normally have
even been allowed into a "happening" place like this. The first
word that people thought of to describe me was not cool. I was
here because the owner had been my roommate, best friend and
mentor in college, and he was still a very good friend. I was
here because I was responsible for everything that was computer
related in the club. That was pretty much everything. Even the
drinks were dispensed by a computer.

I was only here because there had been a problem. I had been
assured by the owner, Phil, that I was welcome any time. I knew
that he meant it, even if I was not the kind of person that they
wanted in their club. That was fine with me. I didn't enjoy loud,
smoke filled rooms and pretentious, desperate people trying so
hard to have a good time.

I had come over when Phil called a little while ago and I had
quickly straightened out a little glitch in his software. He had
insisted that I have a drink on him before I left. So I was
sitting at the bar sipping on a cold beer and watching all of the
beautiful people and being thankful that I wasn't one of them.

I had been just about to leave when I noticed a woman I knew
sitting with a couple of her girlfriends at a nearby table. She
would not have recognized me, and we were not friends. We had
met, or at least we had shared some classes, in college. She had
been one of the in-crowd, whereas I had no crowd. She had been a
popular cheerleader and bona fide A-list member. I was just an
average guy making my way through college. I was a lot more
comfortable with my studies than with people.

I was not a member of any crowd. I don't mean to imply that I was
a total spaz, but I wasn't much of a jock either. I played on a
couple of teams in high school and college, but I was normally
found safely out of the way and keeping the bench nice and warm.


I was a very good student, but not a nerd. My biggest problem,
the one that had followed me all through school, was that I
lacked self confidence and the social graces. Thanks to Phil I
started to come out of my shell in college. Actually, it was more
like he dragged me out of my shell. He was a good guy and a good
friend. I owe my success now to Phil and the way he helped me
mature at school.

The reason that I remembered Karen was that I had made the
mistake of asking her out one day. We had never really talked. We
had said hello or nodded from time to time around campus. We
shared some classes and she was at least aware of me. She seemed
nice, she was certainly very attractive and way out of my league
and it took Phil a few weeks to undo the damage she did to my
fragile ego when I asked her out and she laughed right in my face
and joked loudly about it with one of her girl friends.

Don't get the wrong impression, I am not ugly. In fact, I am not
bad looking at all. I just had a self esteem problem growing up.
Not unusual I find now. I probably would have gotten over it
eventually, but with Phil's help I got over it early enough to
enjoy my years in college and I have a lot of good memories from
those years. Karen is not one of them.

I graduated nearly three years ago and I still get teased about
Karen by my close friends. They even go so far as to keep me up
to date on her life. I was told when she became engaged to and
then married Rob Stark. Recently there was a spate of jokes at my
expense when Rob's National Guard unit was called to active duty
and sent to Iraq. Because obviously the way was now clear for me
to move in.

It was just a running joke and it didn't bother me. I do have to
admit that deep down I held a grudge against Karen. If I had the
chance to take her down a peg or two, I would have gotten a kick
out of it. I didn't stalk her. I didn't actually think about her
at all except when my friends brought her up to tease me. What
are friends for if not to rub your nose in one of your greatest
embarrassments?

So, I had not paid much attention to Karen. I did not
particularly care that she was there now, close enough to hit
with an empty beer bottle. She did still look hot though. I
couldn't help watching her as guys took her out to the floor and
she bounced around in her revealing little outfit looking sexy as
hell.

I saw Karen accept an offer to join a guy at a table with one of
his friends. I was casually observing him when he came over to
the bar to get them a fresh drink. I also saw the guy put
something in her drink. Now the dilemma, do I tell Karen that she
is about to be drugged? It isn't that I care that much if
something bad happens to her. In fact, the idea of it tickles the
hell out of me.

On the other hand, I wouldn't want her getting hurt. I don't know
the two guys that she is sitting with. They look like any two
guys that are out cruising a club and trying to get laid. The
room was full of them and they were all pretty much
interchangeable as far as I could tell.

I am not sure why I didn't just finish my beer and leave. It may
be that I wanted to make sure she didn't get hurt. I am
embarrassed to say that is probably not a totally honest answer.
I am afraid that the honest answer is that it was much more
likely that I wanted to see her get just a little payback.

I ordered another beer and watched discreetly. I saw the
difference when the roofies began to have an effect on her. I
suddenly remembered the small, low light camera that I had in my
little tool bag and I took it out and took a few pictures as the
guy that had drugged Karen pulled her chair closer to his own and
put his arm around her.

I looked over to the table that Karen had been sitting at with
her girlfriends and saw that they had all gone. Karen was on her
own and she was about to have a lot more of a good time than she
had bargained for.

I took pictures every now and then so that they showed the
progression as Karen came under the control of the drugs she had
ingested and the man that had drugged her. His arm was still
around her shoulder, holding her close as he talked to her.
Before long his hand began to rest on, and then caress her
breast. I could see from the nearly vacant look on her face that
she wasn't even aware of it.

The man brought his other hand up and slowly, gently, he began to
unbutton the top few buttons on her dress until it was gaping
open several inches below her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra
and his hand reached inside her dress and moved over her breasts
while he turned to his friend and joked about what he was doing.
I saw him pull her dress open and show his friend her lovely
breasts. He didn't even look around to see if he was being
observed. 

After enjoying her breasts for a few minutes his arm moved down
and reached under the table and Karen hardly reacted at all when
his hand came to rest between her thighs and began to rub across
the tightly stretched crotch panel of her underwear.

If I had been able to get closer and use a flash I would have
gotten some really exciting shots, but the ones I was getting
left nothing to the imagination.

I observed the men with Karen getting ready to leave and I
grabbed my tool bag and, after getting a couple of pictures of
them leaving, I rushed around them and beat them out to the
parking lot. I still was not sure what I was going to do. I had
no desire to save Karen from a "fate worse than death." I guess
that what I did would depend on what the men with Karen did. I
suppose, if nothing else, I could follow them and make sure that
what befell Karen was only a "fate worse than death," and not an
actual death.

That turned out to be unnecessary. The men were guiding her,
well, nearly carrying her actually, when they came out of the
club. Instead of getting in a vehicle, they led her around to the
alley in back of the club. 

I followed at a safe distance and took more pictures as she was
undressed and then both of the men that had been with her in the
club bent her over a stack of empty cardboard boxes. At first
they bent down behind her and spread her legs and the cheeks of
her ass and explored her pussy and her ass, making one crude joke
after another. They were pretty rough with her, but they didn't
seem like they were doing anything that would damage her. Then
they stood up and took turns fucking her.

They tried to fuck her at both ends. The one that was not in her
pussy kept trying to force his hard cock into her mouth, rubbing
it all over her face and forcing it between her lips. Either they
couldn't keep her teeth off their cocks, or her lack of response
was less than stimulating because they eventually gave up. Still,
I got some good pictures before they quit trying. 

From where I was hiding to take the pictures you could not tell
that she was not a willing participant. She had stood on her own,
although she weaved around a bit, and allowed the two young men
to undress her and kiss her and feel her up. She did not object
when they pushed her over a waist high stack of boxes and took
turns fucking her, twice each. Then they just pulled their pants
up and walked away, leaving her like that.

I waited until they had gone and then I got closer and took some
pictures. I got some close-ups, using my flash now, of her
dilated pussy and the small river of cum dripping out of it and
running down her thighs. I helped her to stand upright and got
some good full frontal pictures. There was no denying that she
was beautiful. I had intended to leave her face out of the
pictures, but she had a silly, shit eating grin on her face that
made it look like she was proud of herself for what had just
happened. With the pictures I had taken inside and the ones I had
taken in the alley I had nearly two hundred pictures.

I looked around for something to clean her off with. I couldn't
leave her here like this, but I didn't want her sitting in my car
with all of that cum leaking out of her either. I was going to
use her panties, but I spotted a pile of old clothes near a
dumpster and used a few of them to wipe her crotch and her thighs
clean. Then I helped her back into her underwear and her dress.

I grabbed her purse and my tool bag and helped her to my car. I
tried asking her where she lived, but she was too far gone. I
went through her purse and found her driver's license and got
what I hoped was her current address and drove her home. The
address was easy to find, it was less than a mile from my house.

When we got there I used her keys to open the door, so I figured
it was a safe bet that she lived here. I put her to bed, fully
dressed, and then I started to leave. 

I don't know why, but before I left I started looking around. I
was curious about the girl that had embarrassed me so. She had
made me the butt of a long running joke among my friends so she
had a continuing, if negligible effect on my life. 

I looked around the house and noticed that there was not a single
book. There were a few magazines, Cosmo, and some of the major
style magazines. She kept up with fashion, but that was
apparently all that she read. 

I noticed that the computer was on and I moved the mouse to see
what would appear when I woke it up. The desktop told me nothing,
it was the standard Microsoft desktop. I checked her email and
made a note of her email address. There was nothing much in her
email. Most of her emails were from her girlfriends, a few were
from Rob in Iraq. 

I checked out her browser and the last few sites that she had
visited were either about shopping for clothing, or about
celebrities. All in all, Karen seemed to be a very shallow
person.

I returned her computer to standby and started to get up, but
then I had a sudden inspiration and I slipped an empty disk into
the drive and copied her address book. Then I put her computer
back on standby again and quietly left. I drove home and checked
that I had no messages, no desperate cries for help from clients.
I checked my own email and went to bed early. I had a little
trouble falling asleep though. Pictures of the beautiful young
Karen being raped in an alley danced in my head. 

The next day was Saturday and I got up early enough to have a
quick breakfast and do my yard work before it got too hot. Then I
went inside and got cleaned up and did some reading, the
continuing education type. In this business, you really have to
keep up with advances or you get left behind quickly. I read for
a couple of hours and then I noticed my tool bag and remembered
the camera.

I got up and got my camera and took it into my computer room. I
hooked it up to the computer and downloaded the pictures and then
I started going through them. The first ones, in the club, came
out much better than I had hoped for. They were mostly clear and
focused, which was a miracle since the camera had been in my lap
the entire time and the club had been pretty dark.

The pictures I had taken outside though, those turned out great.
I would have killed for a telephoto lens, but the zoom on the
camera brought it in close enough so that there was no doubt what
was happening, or to whom it was happening. It wasn't first rate
porn, but they were good enough to blackmail someone with I
thought to myself jokingly.

As soon as I had that thought I realized that I could, indeed,
use these pictures to blackmail Karen. That had never been my
intention. I thought that I might use them to humiliate her. Post
them somewhere that they might be spread around the net. Or print
them off and distribute them anonymously. I was certainly more
financially secure than Karen was and I didn't even know her
husband. I certainly had no desire to hurt him.

I sat at my computer and looked at her hot body and saw the
pictures of those cocks rubbing over her pretty face and the men
forcing themselves into her pussy and fucking her so frantically
in that back alley and I thought back to that cruel look on her
face when she had laughed so hard and long when I had committed
the unpardonable sin in college of thinking that she was nice and
asking her out.

I suddenly realized that there was a side of me coming out that I
didn't even know existed. I was actually contemplating
blackmailing Karen into having sex with me.

I shut down my computer and went and got a beer out of the
refrigerator and sat down in the living room. I hadn't read
today's paper yet and I picked it up and sipped on my beer and
stared at the headlines.

I didn't read the paper though. I just kept picturing that bitch
getting raped last night and thinking about how turned on I had
gotten when I watched. Yes, I know, that makes me a bad man.
Sorry, can't help it. I still think that she had it coming.

I wondered what went through her mind when she finally woke up.
What did she think when she found herself awake in her bed, fully
dressed and her underwear full of cum? The last thing that she
remembered would be dancing with some hot guy last night.

I am not sure if I had a plan. No, that isn't quite true. At that
point I really didn't have anything in mind. I just planned to
fuck with her mind, torment her a little. I went to my computer
and signed up for a new Hotmail account. It was an address that I
would use only to torment her for a few days, <a
href="mailto:karenscrewedup@hotmail.com">karenscrewedup@hotmail.c
om</a>.

Once the account was active I sent Karen an email. It contained
no text. There were just a half a dozen pictures of Karen and the
two men at the table last night. There were four pictures of a
man unbuttoning the top of her dress and sticking his hand inside
and squeezing her tits. There were two pictures of his hand
rubbing her panties.

I sent the pictures and then I went back to the living room and
forced myself to read the paper. I had no way of knowing how
often she checked her email. I assumed it would be pretty often
since she would be looking for an email from her husband. It
didn't matter. If she did reply I wanted her to stew for a while
before I sent her some more pictures.

I read the paper and a friend dropped by and we talked for a
while. After my friend left I had an early supper and finally I
went to check my email. I had half expected that Karen would not
respond to my email, but she had. There was a long, frantic email
from her, asking who I was and begging to know what had happened
to her.

I guess that I am not nearly as nice a man as I thought I was,
because I took great pleasure in her discomfort. I realized from
the content of her email that I suddenly had a great deal of
power over Karen. Now I had to decide what I wanted to do with
it. I hadn't really had any plans for her. I was just going with
the flow here.

My first thought was that I should make her wait longer, string
out her suffering. I noticed that her response to my email had
been sent more than an hour ago. I decided that instead of
answering just yet, I would send her a few more pictures.

I sent her a couple more from inside the club. One of the
pictures showed her being kissed, and apparently returning that
kiss. Another was a picture of the man who had drugged her. He
was pulling her dress open and showing his friend how nice her
breasts were. I sent her another picture that showed them walking
out together with the two men holding her ass as they threaded
their way through the bar. The last picture I included showed her
walking out of the club with them and since I had been so far
away the expression on her face wasn't clear. It was, however,
obvious that she was leaving with them of her own free will. 

I emailed the pictures to her, again with no text.

She must have been sitting at her computer, probably waiting for
my response to her email. In minutes I received another email
from her. The wording was nearly the same in this one, except
this time she was being a little more obnoxious, demanding to
know who I was and who the men in the picture were.

I let her stew for a while. I answered my email, which like most
people consisted of forwarding jokes and deleting spam. I checked
on a few professional web sites that I check regularly. I did
another search for a used book that I have been looking for, a
history of the 106th Infantry Division in World War II. I had
finally found one, but before I bought it I wanted try to find
one in better condition.

I finally went back to my email and thought about whether to
answer Karen tonight or wait until tomorrow. I was as anxious to
continue tormenting her as she was to find out what had happened
to her. But I decided that the best way to get the most pleasure
out of this was to leave her hanging. I shut down my computer and
went downstairs. I watched a little television news and then I
went to bed. 

I fought the urge to go to the computer and restart the dialog
with Karen and instead went straight to bed. I lay in bed for a
long time and thought about just where I wanted to take this.
What sort of retribution did my ego demand for an offense that
took place nearly seven years ago and in the scheme of things had
not been all that important? It might have been more traumatic if
I had not had Phil there to put things in perspective, but he was
there and I had gotten over the humiliation in fairly short
order.

I started to realize that this wasn't about revenge at all. This
was about power, and how erotic it could be. So what did I want
to do with the power that it seemed that I now had over Karen? As
I lay in bed waiting for sleep to come I must admit that some
pretty bizarre scenarios went through my mind. I finally had to
turn my light back on and read for a while to get my mind off of
it. I read enough to get Karen out of my mind and went to sleep
happily thinking about the allies attacking the Italian mainland
in WWII.

The first thing in the morning I went to the kitchen and made
coffee, which on most days is my entire breakfast, and then went
to the computer and turned it on. There were two new emails from
Karen. The first was a furious venting, obviously not well
thought out and unlikely to convince anyone to come to the
conclusion that they should stop toying with her and be
forthcoming. 

Her second email apologized for the first and tried to elicit
sympathy for her in her hour of need. She begged me to tell her
who I was and what had happened to her. She could remember
nothing of that night and the things that she had learned the
next morning about what had happened to her were extremely
disturbing to her. She even sent me her phone number and begged
me to call her. As if I could get her email address and not be
aware of her number.

I sent a response finally. I sent her pictures of the two men
undressing her and feeling her up as she stood passively. This
time I also included a couple of the money shots. A picture of
her with one of the men fucking her, and another with her lips
wrapped around the other guy's big cock. I still included no
text. I can only imagine how infuriating it must have been. I
wish I could have been watching when she opened it.

After I sent her the email I went through my other emails, but
before I had finished with the first one I received a response
from Karen. I wondered if she had been sitting there all night
waiting for my response. I went ahead with my other emails and
then read her response.

She was pleading with me to answer her questions. I wasn't ready
yet though. I had one last batch of pictures I wanted to send
first. The pictures that I had taken after the two men left the
alley. They were the pictures of her pussy with fresh cum
dripping out of it and running down her thighs. I thought about
waiting an hour or two, but I was going to have to make up my
mind what I wanted out of this, so it was time to get to the next
step in my little game. I emailed her the last few pictures and I
could just imagine her face when she saw them.

Her response was immediate. She promised me almost anything if I
would just talk to her. I didn't respond immediately. I had
decided that it would be a while before we spoke, or before I
revealed that I was the one behind the camera. 

I first sent her an email with her address book in it. No
threats, no nothing, just names and addresses. Her husband's
email address in Iraq, her parents address, her brothers and
sister, I even recognized the names of a few girls from back in
college.

The response time was longer this time. I was just about to leave
the room when I received another email from her. It only said,
"What do you want from me?"

Could it be this easy? Was she actually giving up this easily,
and how far was she willing to go?

I thought about it and decided to have a little fun with her for
a while. I told her to put on her most revealing skirt and
blouse, no underwear, and go to the food court at the mall at
11:45. She was to get a drink and sit with her legs spread wide
for one half hour. She was to sit in a seat that would make it
easy for people to see her. I would be watching and I would
decide whether or not she was making a good faith effort to
comply with the spirit of my orders. 

While she was there she was not to read or keep her head down.
She was to look around at the other customers and meet their
gaze. She did not have to let herself be picked up, this time,
but she had to be polite to anyone that spoke to her. 

I took a quick shower and got to the mall at 11:30 and found a
seat that gave me a pretty good view of the food court. I bought
a large drink and a sandwich and waited.

I finally saw Karen walk in at exactly 11:45 and walk to one of
the vendors and buy a drink. She was wearing a tiny little black
skirt that just barely covered her cute ass, and a white blouse
that was thin enough that I could see the outline of her darker
colored nipples as she walked in. It was obvious that she was not
wearing a bra. 

She looked around and picked out a table that was near the center
and sat on one of the narrow aisles. I realized that this had not
been very well thought out. Because of how crowded together
everything was, only the people who were occupying a very few
tables would have a view of Karen, those people and the few lucky
souls who walked down the aisle past her of course.

I watched as she sat down, her face was bright red. She looked
around, trying to figure out who her tormentor was. I had a book
in front of me and tried to look like I was reading. I didn't
have a good angle to see her legs, but I could see that she had
her legs spread about a foot apart, which caused her tiny skirt
to slide up to the point that her pussy was nearly totally
uncovered. She was certainly complying with the spirit of my
order.

It wasn't long before things got interesting. Three teenage boys
sat down near her and as teenage boys are wont to do, they
checked out the females in the room. They spotted Karen right
away. As soon as they spotted her they noticed her wide spread
legs. I saw their faces light up when they became aware of her
exposed pussy. I also saw her face as she saw them become aware
of it. I have never seen a face turn that red before. It must
have been as red as mine was when she reacted with ridicule to my
asking her for a date in college.

Her eyes met the eyes of the teenage boys and she didn't look
away. So they knew that she was exposing herself on purpose.
Their reaction was as immature as you might expect. They made
crude comments and jabbed at each other and pointed at Karen. One
of them got really brave and pulled out his cell phone and moved
closer and took several pictures of her exposed pussy. When he
got away with it, his friends did the same thing. This drew the
attention of a few other customers who were sitting nearby. 

I saw a teenage couple glance at her, and then gape at her. The
male half of the couple was really going to be in trouble when
his girlfriend got him out of there. He couldn't stop staring.
Believe me. She tried to get him to.

I saw an older couple in their late thirties spot her because of
the commotion and they seemed to be amused. I also noticed two
older black men get up from their table and move closer to get a
better view. Through it all, Karen sat with her legs spread and
gazed around the room. 

Her face was as red as a fire truck the entire time, but she
never closed her legs. As she looked around her gaze passed over
me several times. I could always tell when her gaze was working
its way over to my area and I looked down at my book until she
passed on. She was searching the face of everyone in the food
court for the identity of her tormentor. 

She might have had better luck if she had looked under my table
instead of trying to spot a reaction on my face, because the
reaction under the table was remarkable. From the moment she had
taken her seat until the moment she left the food court, I had an
incredible erection. I was surprised at how much this was turning
me on.

I had told her that she had to remain sitting like that, exposed
to the other customers, until a half hour had passed. She was so
intent on finding the person that was responsible for her being
there that she stayed almost ten extra minutes before she closed
her legs and stood up to leave.

She took one last look around and then walked quickly out of the
food court. The three teenage boys followed her, but she was
under no obligation to entertain them any further and I imagine
that she rushed to her car and drove home.

I had to wait several minutes for my hardon to go away before I
could leave.

I stopped by the grocery store on the way home and then I went
home and put away my groceries. When I got home I found that I
had an emergency message from one of my larger clients. 

Several of the local banks were clients of mine. While the actual
hours that a bank is open may leave something to be desired for
the bank customers, the amount of work that is done by the people
that process the transactions overnight and on weekends is huge.


Whenever there is a problem, I am on call 24/7. Fortunately, when
I get these emergency calls it is normally a case of operator
headspace maladjustment and I can go in and find the problem and
fix it in ten minutes. I don't usually fix it in ten minutes. I
don't want to make what I do look too easy. I usually screw
around and spend a little over an hour so that it looks like I
had to actually work. It helps when it comes time to prepare my
bill.

It was a beautiful day so I got on the Harley and rode down to
the processing center and as usual the problem was a poorly
trained and not too bright employee in data processing screwing
everything up. I straightened out the problem and showed the
operator what she was doing wrong. Training these people wasn't
part of my job, but if I didn't want to spend my life fixing
things that weren't broken then I had to try to educate the
people running the systems.

I worked just enough more than an hour to be able to bill for a
second hour and went out for a cheeseburger at my favorite biker
bar. There is a place down by the river that has a deck out over
the water and on nice days, especially on weekends, it is a very
popular place. Today was a perfect example of that. The parking
lot was full of beautiful, expensive bikes. 

I went in and although there weren't any empty tables on the
deck, I found a seat with a friend at his table and just sat out
there and watched the people and watched the bikes coming and
going. 

While I was waiting for my hamburger I heard about the great show
that I had just missed. Some guy had come in with a mother and
her teenaged daughter and the two women both had their nipples
pierced right out there on the deck in front of everyone. Then
two guys had fucked the mother right over there as she bent over
the railing!

I always miss out on the good shows like that!

It took a while, but I finally got my burger and after eating and
washing it down with a beer I went home to check my email.

I put the bike in the garage and went in and fired up the
computer. Karen must be frantic. I had three messages from her.
The first had been sent shortly after she had left the mall. She
was begging me to call her, to tell her what had happened, to
destroy those pictures.

When she had not gotten a response to her first email she had
written again, offering me anything in exchange for destroying
those incriminating photographs. 

The final email had just come in before I turned on my computer.
The lack of a response from me was driving her crazy. She
promised me anything, sex, money, whatever I wanted, as long as I
didn't ruin her life, her marriage.

The punishment that I had already extracted from her had far
exceeded an appropriate response to the humiliation she had
inflicted on me so many years ago. It is highly unlikely that she
even remembered who I was. If I was to tell her about that moment
that had been so profoundly hurtful to me at the time, she would
probably not even remember it. 

I didn't even know what kind of person that she was now. She had
obviously matured and may have become a very nice person. What I
was doing was all out of proportion to what she had done to me
back in college.

But it wasn't about that anymore. I had to admit, tormenting her
like this was really turning me on. I probably wouldn't be doing
this if it had been any other woman but her in that club on
Friday night. I am reasonable sure that I would have gone up to a
strange woman if I had seen someone drug her drink and I would
have told her what had happened. Or, if I had left a club and
seen an obviously drugged woman being taken into an alley by two
men I would have interfered. 

I let it happen to Karen because of who she had been and what she
had done. What I was doing now though, what I was contemplating
doing in the future, these things had nothing to do with the
past. I was taking advantage of this situation now because it
turned me on. I was enjoying tormenting and embarrassing her. 

I had not decided what to do with her next. But I knew one thing.
I was getting horny as hell. I couldn't keep doing these things
to her without getting some relief soon. There were a couple of
young women that I dated from time to time, and our relationships
were really nothing more than relief valves for both of us. But
there is that dance that you have to do with a woman before you
can have sex. You have to take her out and wine her and dine her
and make her feel good about herself. It's a charade, and you
both know it. But it is a necessary charade. 

Instead, I decided that it was time to see just how sincere Karen
was, and just how desperate she was. I carefully worded an email,
after thinking about what would be the best way to do this
without revealing my identity, at least not yet. I included
several more pictures from Friday night and I asked her if she
was serious about being willing to do "anything" for me in
exchange for keeping those photographs private. I sent the email
and almost immediately received a one word answer, "Yes."

I grinned, and it must have been an evil grin. After all, what I
was planning was terrible. I had every intention of blackmailing
Karen and seeing if I could turn her into a sex slave until her
husband returned from Iraq. 

That had not been my original intention, but it had quickly
evolved. I can't say that I was doing it without some nagging
from my conscience. Unfortunately for Karen, as the hours passed
and I got more involved in my little game, and as I contemplated
how much fun it would be to have access to Karen's beautiful
little body, that nagging conscience was getting easier and
easier to ignore.

Karen had been a blonde in college. Since then she had allowed
her hair to return to its original light brown color. Or at least
I am assuming that was the original color. She was about 5'2" and
probably weighed about 110 lbs. She was slender, with a nearly
perfect body and long, shapely legs. 

She had small breasts, probably an A cup, certainly no more than
just barely a B cup. That was fine with me. I have always been
attracted to small breasted women. To me, small breasts seem more
feminine, more petite. That isn't to say that I would ignore a
set of large breasts leading some woman down the street. If I
were to choose a woman based only on her breast size though, and
I don't, I would choose a woman with smaller breasts.

I sent her another email. I told her that she was to put on a
dress, no underwear, and walk to the park that was several blocks
from her home. She was to stand near the bandstand and wait for
me. I promised her that she would not be harmed. I reminded her
that it was I who had taken her home after she had been
unfaithful to her husband on Friday night. If I had wanted to
harm her I could have done it then.

I told her to stand with her back towards the parking lot and
that I would approach her from the back when I arrived. I was not
ready to have her see me yet, though I doubted that she would
recognize me. Still, I was enjoying the idea that she had no idea
who was doing this to her.

I ordered her to wait for me to come up behind her and that she
was not to look around or I would leave and start emailing
pictures of her all over the world.

I asked her if she agreed to comply with my instructions and she
sent back another one word email, "Yes."

I went to my bedroom and grabbed the blindfold that I sometimes
wear when I have been working all night and I have to sleep
during the day. I got in my car, rushed to the park, and parked
in the parking lot before she could get there on foot. 

It was a very nice Sunday afternoon and there were quite a few
couples walking around the park or sitting on the grass and
relaxing. Fortunately I didn't see anyone on or near the
bandstand at the moment.

I watched as Karen entered the park and without looking around
walked over and stood near the bandstand and faced out into the
park. I let her stand for a moment as I watched her. She was
really beautiful. It was obvious even from the back. I let her
stand that way and I saw that she was staring straight ahead as I
had ordered.

I got out of the car and walked down the path and came up behind
her. She heard me, but she didn't turn around or even speak. She
waited for me to do something, or say something. 

I stared at her for a moment. She was wearing a light sundress,
not anything inordinately sexy, just a light, summery dress. I
suppose that everything she wore must look sexy on her. I stood
three feet behind her for a moment, and then I said quietly, "I
am not ready for you to see me yet. I am going to put a blindfold
over your eyes. I promised you that I wouldn't harm you, and I
won't. But that is the only promise that I am making to you. Do
you understand?"

She nodded and I stepped up closer behind her and slid the
blindfold over her eyes and made sure that it was in place. When
I was sure that she couldn't see I stepped back again and watched
her for a moment. She was beautiful, but it was her helplessness,
her surrender that was turning me on.

I had never experienced that with another woman. I had made love
to, or had sex with, quite a few women since Phil took me under
his wing and dragged me out of my shell. Like most men, my sexual
encounters had all been a mutual agreement, a tacit coming
together to enjoy each other's company and each other's body for
a brief sexual encounter intended to provide sexual satisfaction
to both parties. That is definitely not what this was.

She was nervous, and the silence and the darkness were making it
worse. When I didn't immediately begin to speak, or to molest
her, she seemed to grow more nervous. Finally she quietly asked
for permission to speak.

"Go ahead," I said.

"Do I know you?" she asked.

"We have met," I answered. "It was a long time ago and I doubt if
you would remember me."

She was silent for a moment and then she asked, "Did you rape me
on Friday night?"

"No," I answered, and the truth of my answer must have been
obvious in my voice, because she seemed to accept it.

"Do you know those men?" she continued trying to find out what
happened.

"No, I never saw them before that night," I answered.

"But you know what happened? Don't you? You know that one of them
must have drugged me and you know that they raped me in that
alley, don't you?"

"Yes," I answered. "I saw you in the club. I saw you dancing with
one of them and I was sitting at the bar when he came up and got
your drinks. I saw him slip the drugs into your drink. I suppose
that if it had been anyone but you I would have interfered. I
would have said something to you, or kicked his ass. Not for you
though."

"Why not me, what did I do to you?" she asked, and it sounded
like she was going to start crying. 

"Calm down," I said quietly. "Take a deep breath."

I watched her as she followed my instructions. When she had
regained her composure I said, "There is something that happened
in our past that I hold against you. To be honest, that is not
why I am doing this. It was not my intention to blackmail you or
torment you when I took those pictures. However, I find, now that
I have this power over you, that it turns me the fuck on. It is
now my intention to abuse and humiliate you until your husband
returns from overseas."

She sobbed then and said, "Please, I don't deserve this! Just
tell me what you want. Do what you are going to do and let's get
this over with. But not like that, not for almost a year!"

I made note of the fact that she did not refuse. She begged, but
she didn't refuse.

"I may release you sooner," I said. I said it more to give her
hope than from any possibility that I might tire of using her
before her husband returned. "But for the immediate future, the
idea of using you really turns me on. Now lift the back of your
dress, I want to see your ass."

I had looked around and I knew that no one was near, and no one
was watching us. But she didn't know that. Since I had already
forced her to exhibit herself in the food court at the mall she
had no idea who might be watching her now.

She hesitated only a second before reaching back and lifting the
back of her dress up to her waist. She has a truly beautiful ass,
high and tight and firm and smooth. I am not a big fan of anal
sex, but if I was, her ass would be irresistible.

I stepped closer again and my hand gently caressed her exposed
ass for a moment before I let her drop her skirt back into place.
I told her how beautiful her ass was and then I said, "I am going
to guide you up onto the bandstand now. I am going to sit down
and get comfortable and you are going to kneel between my legs,
bare your breasts, and then you are going to suck my cock. I am
pretty horny. I have been looking at your pictures all weekend
and you really excite me. So I expect that I will cum pretty
quickly. Once I have cum in your mouth you will swallow, and then
I will let you know when it is alright to cover your breasts.

She didn't say a word. She didn't fight me as I took her arm. I
led her to the stairs that led up onto the bandstand and we
crossed it and I pulled my zipper down and pulled out my
semi-hard cock and sat down on the bench farthest from the
stairs. 

I guided Karen to her knees between my legs and then I watched as
she unbuttoned the top of her dress and exposed her beautiful
breasts. I touched them for a moment. I moved my finger tips over
them and teased her nipples. They seemed to be very sensitive and
she seemed to be fighting to keep from reacting. It occurred to
me that she had been married for more than a year and was
probably used to a regular sex life. Now her husband had been
gone for a couple of months. She might be nearly as horny as I
was.

I took my hands away from her breasts and she put her arms out.
They rested on my thighs and she followed my thighs up to my
exposed cock. She ran her hands over my cock and it became hard
immediately. As soon as I was hard she leaned down and took my
cock into her mouth. 

The heat from her touch was exciting, but when her hot, wet mouth
enveloped my cock it was all I could do to contain myself. I
almost came immediately. I made her stop what she was doing and
just hold me in her mouth for a minute. The sensations were
incredible, and they were accompanied by the fantastic view of
her bare breasts.

I finally got myself under control and told her to continue and
she went back to sucking me off. It was certainly not the most
enthusiastic blowjob that I had ever gotten, but I had not
expected that it would be. She was very good at it though. The
fact that she was doing it against her will was making it so much
more exciting. 

I was just about to cum in her mouth when I heard a noise and
looked up to see two teenage boys, about fifteen or sixteen, who
had started up the steps of the bandstand and stopped when they
spotted us.

I saw the shocked look on their faces and I smiled at them. I put
my finger to my lips to indicate that they should remain quiet,
and then I waived them closer. They looked at each other and
shrugged and started to quietly come closer.

I put my hands on Karen's head, covering her ears to mask any
sounds the boys might make. When they were standing nearby, close
enough to touch us, I whispered that they should sit down and
watch. They moved closer to me and sat on either side of me and
saw now that Karen's breasts were exposed. One of them whispered,
"Holy shit!" 

Holy shit indeed! Those small, perfectly formed mounds of soft
female flesh were well deserving of worship. I found this
situation to be so erotic that I couldn't control myself any
longer. I gasped in pleasure and began filling Karen's mouth with
my hot cum. 

She handled it well. She didn't gag or choke and she didn't pull
away when I started to cum. She waited until I had finished and
then she swallowed. After she was finished she straightened out
her back and waited there on her knees between my legs. 

The look of awe on the faces of the two boys made me wish that I
had brought my camera. I ordered her not to move and I stood up
and moved behind her. I reached down and played with her breasts
for a moment and I quietly told her that she had done a very good
job, considering that she was doing it against her will.

She didn't say anything, just remained in place and permitted me
whatever liberties I wished to take. I had planned on going
slower than this. My intention had been to make her exhibit her
charms a few more times before going any farther. Unfortunately
for her, I found this situation irresistible. I indicated to one
of the boys that he should pull out his cock and take my place
and he didn't hesitate. 

Karen had to know that something was going on when she heard him
stand up and pull his cock out and slide over to sit in front of
her, because I was still standing behind her and manipulating her
breasts.

Her head snapped up and she whispered, "Who is that? Who is
there?"

I said, "That doesn't concern you. You just do what you are told.
After all, you don't have a choice, do you?"

I saw the surrender in her posture as she slumped and said,
"No."

The boys looked like their eyes were going to pop out of their
heads any second now. I put my hand on the back of Karen's head
and gently forced her forward again and she recognized the feel
of the boys cock on her lips. She groaned in despair, but she
opened her lips and took him into her mouth and began to suck him
off, if somewhat resignedly.

I straightened up and offered her breasts to the other boy and he
slid to his knees beside her and his hand began to roughly
squeeze and pull on her tits. I heard her groan in pain and I
calmed him down and told him to take it easy on her. 

He started to get himself under control and explore what may have
been the first pair of breasts he had ever touched. From the look
on his face I tended to believe that was the case. It was
probably the first blowjob that the boy that Karen was sucking
off had ever had too, because he came in less than two minutes!

I chuckled quietly as he tensed up and exploded in her mouth. She
dutifully swallowed his slimy mess and after he had begun to
relax she straightened up again and the boys quickly changed
places.

I kept expecting her to balk, to refuse, or at the very least to
plead with me to end this. She never did. She sucked all three of
our cocks without protest, and allowed our hands to wander her
breasts freely while she worked.

After the second boy had cum in her mouth, and again it was over
very quickly, I helped her to her feet and I slowly lifted her
skirt to her waist and ordered her to spread her legs so that the
boys could enjoy a view of what I was certain was the first pussy
that they had ever seen.

One of them started to reach out and touch her, but then stopped
and looked at me. I nodded and said, "Sure, go ahead, but gently.
Don't hurt her."

He placed his hand over her pussy and cupped it for a moment
before exploring it, first outside, and then inside, with his
shaking fingers. As he moved his fingers over her, Karen gasped
from time to time. I suspected that even though she wanted
desperately not to react to their crude touch, her body had a
mind of its own, and it wanted to be touched.

After a couple of minutes I let the second boy explore her body
for a bit, then I thanked them for their help in training my new
slave. She groaned and sobbed quietly when I said that, but
didn't argue the point.

The boys offered their services at any time in the future that I
might have need of them and then they left. I let them leave
while I buttoned Karen's dress back up and covered her breasts,
reluctantly. Because they all lived in this area I thought that
there was a slight chance that they might know Karen, and I
wanted her to wonder who the boys had been.

I was hard again, from playing with her, humiliating her in front
of two boys, watching her provide oral service to two more
complete strangers. I was more than ready to climb between her
thighs now and explore that beautiful pussy. I just wasn't sure
how or where.

Should I remove the blindfold now? Assuming that she would not
recognize me, should I tell her who I was and why I had allowed
her to be raped? I looked around and saw that we were alone now,
so I led her down the stairs and to my car and helped her in. 

When I opened her door and started to help her in she started to
say something. "Please, I don't....." Then she was quiet. I was
again amazed at how easily she surrendered to me.

I put her in the passenger seat and buckled her in and drove her
to my place. I parked in the garage and closed the garage door
before I let her out. I was not ready for her to know where she
was. She knew that she was not far from her home. It had only
taken a few minutes to get here, but she didn't know where she
was and could not find it again.

I helped Karen out of the car and into the house. I stood her in
the middle of the living room and undressed her, and again she
offered not the slightest resistance. It took no time at all to
undress her. She was wearing only her dress and her shoes. When
she was naked I gently caressed her breasts and then worked my
hand down to cup the protruding mound at the apex of those
beautiful thighs. 

There was the slightest catch in her breath when my hand touched
her. I held her there, feeling the heat from her body and I could
feel a shiver go through her as I just held her. I didn't know if
it was revulsion, my first impression, or if she was starting to
become aroused by her helpless situation. She had given in very
easily, or at least it seemed like she had to me.

I slowly inserted a finger into her tight little slit and I was
amazed at how wet she was. I was no expert on female physiology.
Like most men, beyond a basic knowledge I was lost when it came
to women. They were a large mystery to me. Still, I knew enough
to know that when a woman's nipples got hard, or when her pussy
began to lubricate, it did not necessarily mean that she was
aroused mentally. Those were purely physical reactions to
external stimuli as much as they were reactions to mental
stimulation. The fact that her nipples were stiff and her pussy
was soaking wet did not necessarily indicate that she was
aroused. I was beginning to wonder though.

I led Karen to the stairs and we went up to my bedroom. I laid
her on the bed and went to my closet and picked out four ties
that had been gifts and were so ugly that I would only wear them
to costume parties and I used them to secure her hands and feet
to the corners of the bed. I undressed and got on the bed with
her and began to kiss her and caress her and in a very short time
she was reacting to me. Her breathing was becoming labored and
her face, neck and chest were flushed, her nipples were stiff and
she was having a very difficult time staying quiet.

I began to work my way down her body with my lips and my tongue
until I had reached all the way down to her toes. I am not really
into toes, or feet, but I know that a lot of people find it
stimulating to have their feet and toes kissed and licked, and
they don't even realize it until someone does it to them for the
first time. Karen was apparently one of them. She reacted
strongly to my tongue on her toes and then she was so embarrassed
that she slowly moved her head back and forth and muttered, "No,
no, no, this is so wrong! I can't feel this!"

I knew that that was much more information than she wanted me to
have, and I couldn't help wondering again just how much she might
be secretly enjoying being my little victim.

I began to kiss my way back up the insides of her thighs and as I
neared her vagina I saw that it was red and swollen, almost as if
she had already had sex! It was open and her body's natural
lubricant was seeping out of her. There was more than I had ever
seen come out of a woman before. I paused with my mouth only six
inches from her pussy and stared in amazement. It was a truly
beautiful sight. Earlier, downstairs when I had undressed her,
her pussy had been a tight slit, tucked away between her thighs
and nearly hidden. 

Now, it was gaping and throbbing just like my cock was. She may
not have wanted to have these feelings, but she was obviously
very turned on. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to taste her. I
kissed her swollen mound and her hips surged up to meet my lips.

She groaned, though I was unsure if it was a moan of pleasure or
embarrassment. I kissed her several more times before I began to
explore with my tongue. I licked up a thick stream of her juices
that flowed right down to the crack of her cute little ass and
savored the taste of her. She moaned again as my tongue pushed
through her pussy lips and scooped up more of her juices, and
when I slid my tongue across her swollen clit she acted like I
had punched her stomach. She sucked her breath in and her stomach
contracted. I knew she hated that she couldn't control her
reactions, and that made it just that much more fun for me.

I began to eat her out, taking my time and teasing her with my
lips and tongue. She held out for a minute or two, but before
long she was getting very vocal. The heavy breathing, the
panting, they were music to my ears, Soon though, she was crying
out, "Yes, god yes! That's so good, I love that. Oh god, please
don't stop. Oh Christ, I'm going to cum!" Then she did. Her hips
lifted off of the bed and pressed against my mouth and she came
loud and long. 

When she finally started to relax and come down from her sexual
high I resumed kissing her lightly all around her pubic area. I
avoided her clit, I just licked her slit and kissed the lips
around it, and my lips wandered up to kiss her flat stomach and
then I worked my way back down to her thighs and when she had
relaxed I started all over again, and it wasn't long before she
was talking to me again. This time, when she said don't stop, I
did. I stopped and as she screamed at me to continue I got up on
my knees and moved over her and slid my hard, drooling cock into
her. 

As she felt me move over her and slide my cock into her hot wet
hole she started yelling again. "Yes! God damn you, fuck me! Fuck
that feels good, Jesus Christ yes, fuck me god damn you. Rape
me!"

She was going nuts, and the sounds she was making were driving me
crazy, nearly as crazy as she sounded. She came twice more before
I finally couldn't control myself any longer and I buried my cock
as deep in her pussy as I could. I moved my hips around in a
circle, rubbing my pubic bone against her clit as I filled her
pussy with cum. 

She came one final time and then she lay under me, crying
quietly. I was afraid I had hurt her somehow, but then, after her
sobs subsided, she whispered to me, "Jesus that was hot! It was
never like that before." There was a pause then before she said
quietly, "I hate you!" 

I put an end to her quiet rant with a passionate kiss, which she
returned eagerly. It was a long time before I finally pulled my
soft cock out of her. She felt so good. Her pussy kept throbbing
gently and she was so tight, it felt like she was almost a
virgin. I don't have an extraordinary cock. Only a fraction over
seven inches long and I imagine that it is no thicker than
average, I haven't seen a lot of hardons, so I can only assume
that mine is pretty normal. I was wondering now if maybe Rob may
be just little bit under endowed.  They had been married for
quite a while, but this was one of the tightest pussies I had
ever had the pleasure of exploring.

I finally got up and untied her, but left the blindfold on for a
little while longer. I guided her to the bathroom and helped her
to the toilet seat. I saw the blush return to her face as she let
loose a strong stream of urine into the toilet, and then sat and
let my large load of cum drain out of her. While she was doing
that, I turned on the water in my large walk-in shower and let it
warm up.

When the water was hot I took her into the shower and took my
time and enjoyed washing her beautiful body in all of those
interesting places. She obviously enjoyed it too. I couldn't do
it without getting hard again and when she felt my hardon brush
against her thigh she put her hand out and held it while I slid
my soapy hands all over her body. We were both getting aroused
again, and I was glad because I thought that it might be better
if she was feeling aroused when I finally removed her blindfold.
So I continued to soap her up and rinse her off for a while. Then
I dried her off gently with a large, soft towel. 

I dried myself off quickly and then I led her out of the
bathroom. I paused in my bedroom to slip into a pair of shorts.
Then I guided her carefully back downstairs. I led her into the
kitchen and sat her on a stool at the kitchen island and slowly
removed her blindfold.

Her eyes were closed and I walked around the kitchen island and
stood watching as she opened them slowly. She had been
blindfolded for a long time and it took a moment for her eyes to
adjust. 

I watched for any sign of recognition as she studied me closely.
Nothing, she didn't have a clue as to who I was. It had, after
all, been nearly seven years since our brief encounter. I really
hadn't expected her to remember.

She finally said, "I don't know you. I think you must have the
wrong girl."

I said, "I didn't expect you to remember. It has been a long
time. I suppose it is correct to say that you don't know me, but
we have met, we have interacted."

She got a curious look on her face then, as if something about me
was familiar. Perhaps the way I spoke or the way I phrased
things. But I could see that she couldn't remember me. The
incident from our past was probably so insignificant to her that
it was no longer one of her memories.

She was not just trying to remember me. She was also sizing me
up. I was no movie star or male model, but I was a reasonably
good looking guy with a pretty good physique. I worked out a
couple of times a week, not to bulk up, just to keep from getting
flabby. I have dark blonde hair and very little body hair and she
seemed to find me a bit less of a joke than she had in college.

"What did I do to you?" she asked.

I didn't know if I wanted to tell her yet. For some reason it
seemed like the less she knew about me the better. I avoided the
question and instead of answering her I said, "I guess it is safe
to assume that you are accepting my offer to serve as my sex
slave until your husband returns from Iraq. You have already had
a small but representative sampling of the kinds of activities
you will be taking part in. I will promise that you won't be
harmed, and that your friends and family will not receive copies
of those pictures. In exchange, you will be humiliated and abused
at my whim and for my pleasure. Do you accept those terms?"

She blushed again and said, "I don't have a choice." Somehow
though, I had the distinct impression that she was not as upset
by her situation as you might have expected. I was starting to
wonder if the prospect of being a sex slave didn't appeal to her,
at least on some level.

I offered her a drink and she asked for a glass of ice water. I
made one for both of us and then I took her arm and escorted her
out through the patio door to a table in the shade, right near
the pool. She looked around and said, "Very nice."

It was several minutes before she even looked around to see if
her nudity was visible to any of the neighbors. It wasn't. I have
paid close attention to the landscaping. None of my neighbors can
see into my back yard.

We sat and talked quietly for a while. Both of us avoided the
subject that was most on our minds. I put my drink down on the
table and pulled my chair out and asked Karen to stand. 

She stood in front of me and I asked her to slowly turn around. I
enjoyed the view as she complied. As much as I tried not to be
nice to her, I had to tell her how beautiful she was. She tried
not to smile, and I pulled her down into my lap and began to
explore her sexy body again. 

She didn't seem to be upset in the least with the liberties that
I was taking. In fact, she responded quickly to my touch. I moved
my hands over her body for a few minutes and at one point I said,
"I wish I hadn't left the blindfold in the kitchen. I enjoyed
having you blindfolded."

She repressed another grin and asked, "Do you want me to go get
it?"

She gave away a lot about herself with that offer, and the almost
hopeful tone of her voice when she made it. I smiled and nipped
at her nipple and said, "No, that's alright, we will be going
back upstairs in a few minutes anyway."

She shuddered at my words. This time I knew it was not revulsion.
She was aroused. I started turning up the heat on her body and
she could tell from the lump under her butt that I was enjoying
it just as much as she was.

I was done with the foreplay. I set her on her feet and pushed
her ahead of me. I stopped on the way through the house to pick
up the blindfold and then I guided her through the house and up
the stairs. 

Watching her beautiful ass climb those stairs was almost more
than I could take. I gently moved my hand over her ass as we
climbed, and then reached between her thighs and snugged my hand
up against the juncture where her beautiful thighs met. I felt
the moisture on my fingers and when we reached the top of the
stairs I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder and carried
her to my bed. I dropped her down and she moaned and spread her
arms and legs to the corners of the bed. She wanted to be tied
down!

I hid my smile as I slipped the blindfold back over her head and
made sure that it was in place. Then I replaced the ties,
securing her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed.

This time, after I slipped out of my shorts, I moved up and
straddled her chest and placed the head of my cock on her lips.
She didn't hesitate. In fact, she took me in eagerly and she did
not suck listlessly this time. She gave me a very enthusiastic
blowjob and I had to pull out of her mouth every so often in
order to keep from cumming too soon. Each time I pulled out she
groaned in disappointment and tried to recapture my cock with her
mouth. She thought that I was teasing her and she swore at me and
begged me to put my cock back in her mouth.

I am only human! A man can only take so much. I plunged my cock
back into her mouth and after a couple of strokes I filled her
mouth with another load of hot cum. After she swallowed I moved
down her body and returned the favor. She was even more
responsive than the first time we had done this an hour or so
ago. She really seemed to like being blindfolded and tied up,
which was a fun game to play from time to time, but I hoped that
she didn't expect that all of the time.

I had thought that I was done for the time being. I had been
sucked off on the bandstand, then I had fucked her a little while
ago, and she had just sucked me off again. Much to my surprise
though, as I ate her delicious pussy and I observed her
beautiful, sexy, responsive body react to my touch I found myself
getting hard again. 

After I brought her to a loud and vocal orgasm with my mouth I
worked my way back up her body and forcefully plunged my hard
cock back into her. She screamed as I did and I began to fuck her
hard and violently and she was swearing and screaming right along
and cumming like she had not been having orgasms all afternoon. 

I had thought that I would fuck her for a few minutes, just
because it felt so damned good. I was really surprised when I
found myself nearing orgasm once more and I was soon joining her
for my forth orgasm of the day. I had never done that before!
This girl was unbelievable.

I rolled off of her and untied her wrists. She sat up and untied
her ankles, and then, to my surprise, she rolled over and put her
arm over me and hugged me and kissed me passionately.

I returned her kiss with just as much passion, and after a moment
she finally removed her blindfold and smiled at me, looking just
a little guilty, and said, "I don't know what I did to incur this
horrible retribution, but I am so glad that I did it." Then she
buried her face in my chest and said quietly, "Oh my god, I can't
believe I said that!"

I chuckled and put my arms around her and said, "If it makes you
feel worse, I am having a poker game this Friday night. You are
going to be both the help, and the entertainment."

She shuddered and groaned and nipped my arm with her sharp teeth.
Then she kissed her way down my body and kissed and licked my
soft, slimy cock with what seemed like affection.

We rested for a while longer and then we took another shower. It
was almost as much fun as the first one had been. Then I dressed
and we went downstairs and after she put her little dress back on
I took her out for dinner. I thought about blindfolding her
before we left, but I figured that I would benefit more by her
knowing where I lived than she would.

We went to a casual little Italian restaurant that I like and
before we went in I unbuttoned enough buttons on the front of her
dress that the insides of her breasts were exposed and when she
walked her unfettered breasts swung enticingly. Not only did she
not object as I adjusted her clothing, I had the distinct
impression that she was excited by the way I was exposing her to
anyone that looked her way.

We got out and went inside and since I eat here often I was
greeted at the door by the owner. He personally escorted us to a
quiet booth, and as he seated us his eyes never left Karen's
cleavage.

I introduced Karen to him and he chatted with us for several
minutes before he left. Not long after he had gone our waiter
appeared with a bottle of good Italian wine, a gift from the
owner. We sipped at our wine until there was no one looking and
then I adjusted Karen's skirt. I lifted it up in back and pulled
the front up until it just crossed the line of her crotch. I
could look down and see her pussy in the dim light, though I
doubt if anyone else could. 

As I worked on her clothing, she turned red, but made no effort
to stop me. I spread her top open a little more, baring the sides
of her beautiful breasts. When I was finished adjusting her dress
I put my hands down and looked at her. I smiled and said, "I wish
I could take that dress right off. If we wouldn't get thrown out
of here I would. You have a beautiful body."

She blushed, but didn't reply. I had the impression that she
would have let me remove her dress without an argument.

Our waiter appeared then and placed some warm bread on the table.
Then he poured olive oil into a small saucer of spices. As he
worked he stared at Karen's breasts openly. I have to give him
credit for not spilling the olive oil all over the table.

We enjoyed a long, slow, pleasant meal. We talked quietly and it
was obvious that she was no longer feeling quite as much a
victim. I gathered from some of her comments that she would
really like to know the identity of the two men who drugged her
and raped her in the alley Friday night. On the other hand, she
didn't seem to mind what I was doing to her quite so much now. 

I was starting to get the impression that she was enjoying it.
She had not mentioned being exposed at the mall, or being forced
to give blowjobs to two young men at the park earlier. I think
that she was trying hard to give me the impression that she was
going along only because she was being blackmailed. 

I wondered how she was going to react when she was moving around
naked in a room with six or seven horny men taking advantage of
her sweet young body every time she got within reach.

I paid for dinner and we went out to my car and I drove her to
her house. We sat and talked on her front porch for a few minutes
and I had the distinct impression that she wanted to invite me
inside. She had been alone for months and she probably hated it.


I asked her about her job and her hours and I thought that it
would be fun if she hosted dinner tomorrow. She said "Okay,"
trying to sound as if she was being used. I didn't buy it though.
Before I left I said, "I'll be here at six. If you wear anything,
make it something sexy." 

Then I stood up and she stood with me. She turned to face me and
she looked troubled. It was as if she wanted to kiss me
goodnight, or at the very least thank me for a nice evening. She
was really conflicted and I must admit that I was feeling the
same conflict. 

As much as I hated to admit it, I had been really enjoying
tormenting Karen. Today though, the afternoon we had spent
together and the nice meal, that had been a lot of fun. The
impression I was getting, that she was enjoying what I was doing
as much as I was didn't detract from that at all.

Now I had to go home and try to decide how much of this
convoluted relationship was all in my head.

I went home and checked my email. I considered sending her some
more pictures, just to throw her off track. I decided instead
that I might first just see where this track was leading. I
suspected that as soon as she was alone and started thinking
about her husband she might come to her senses and feel pretty
bad about what had happened to her in the last couple of days.

The next day, the beginning of the work week, was almost a day
off for me. I had only one trouble call and it was an easy fix.
For the remainder of the day I spent entirely too much time
thinking about Karen. That concerned me. I managed to convince
myself that I was only thinking about her because she was new and
hot and that it would wear off soon.

I started getting ready early and was at her door at six. She
opened it before I could knock and she was wearing the top half
of a see-through shorty nightgown. She knew what I meant by sexy.
She looked hot!

I stepped inside and gave her the kiss she had seemed to want
before we parted last night. She returned it enthusiastically and
then she led me into her living room and sat me on the couch and
offered me a drink. I asked for ice water, it's what I drink most
of the time. I watched her body moving under that nearly
invisible top as she scurried around getting dinner prepared and
the table set.

Before long we were sitting at the table and eating a perfect
meal. We talked a little, but at first we avoided the one thing
that we really seemed to have in common, at least at first. I had
some questions though. I wanted to know a lot more about her.

I asked her if she had ever been tied up and blindfolded before.


She blushed and shook her head. I guess she was embarrassed that
she had enjoyed it so much.

"You seemed to enjoy everything that happened to you yesterday,"
I said. 

She acted like she wanted to deny it but she couldn't and her
blush deepened. 

"You even enjoyed it when I made you suck off those two boys at
the bandstand, didn't you?"

"No!" she quickly exclaimed. "I mean, oh god, I don't know what
to tell you. I hated it, but it turned me on. And when you told
them to play with my breasts, and when you lifted my skirt, I
hated it, but it turned me on even more. That blindfold, not
being able to see, not being in control, it was all so exciting.
I didn't know that I was like that. I am always in control! When
you threw me onto your bed and tied me up, that was the last
straw. After that, well, that was the most exciting afternoon
that I have ever spent."

"Are you looking forward to the poker game on Friday?" I asked.

"Do I really have to answer that?" she asked. 

She didn't, I knew the answer. She hated it, but it excited her.
I thought that I understood. 

We didn't talk much after that. We still had nothing in common
but sex. She had not read a book since college and probably never
watched the news. If she voted at all she probably voted
Republican because she didn't know any better. She worked as a
buyer at a major local boutique and she knew fashion. That was
all that she cared about. 

So after supper I wasted no time in conversation. I ordered her
to lead me to her bedroom and told her that I wanted to fuck her
on the bed she shared with her husband. I made it sound coarse on
purpose, and that was just what she needed to hear.

I followed her down the hall to her bedroom and I was not at all
surprised to see ropes already fastened to the corners of the
bed. She didn't have a blindfold, but she had provided a scarf
for that purpose. She had probably been daydreaming about getting
tied up and fucked all day at work.

I pulled her close and kissed her and she melted in my arms. I
pulled that nightgown off and pushed her onto the bed I secured
the scarf around her head and then I untied the rope from one
corner of the foot of the bed. I tied her wrists together with it
and then I tied her wrists to the center of the headboard,
instead of the corners.

By the time I had her tied the way that I wanted her she was
already breathing hard. I stood back up and as I undressed I
started talking to her. I asked her if she was ready to get raped
again. She didn't answer, except to moan in anticipation. I told
her how hot she looked and said that the next time I would have
my camera so that I could get more pictures of her. Maybe even
bring a friend so I would have a cameraman for the action shots.
Or better yet, several friends, we could make a night of it. 

I saw her shudder and I am pretty sure that she had an orgasm
just from the things that I was saying. I guess she really is
looking forward to that poker game on Friday!

I took her without a lot of foreplay this time. I climbed up on
the bed between her legs and then I lifted her legs up over my
shoulders and worked my way up until my hard cock was resting on
her stomach. I pulled my hips back and lined my cock up with her
hot and very wet hole, and I pushed it in forcefully, all in one
lunge. 

She screamed as I entered her, but it was not a scream of pain.
It was pure pleasure, total abandonment. It was the rape that she
had been dreaming about all day. I had really outdone myself
yesterday. I had never cum that many times in one day before. So
there was no urgency today. I was able to last a very long time.

Karen started out having orgasms almost immediately. I continued
to "rape" her forcefully and she kept cumming and talking dirtier
and dirtier. Twenty minutes later, when I finally came, she was
almost a blithering idiot. Her head was tossing back and forth
and she was swearing almost incoherently and her body was covered
in sweat. 

I pulled my soft cock out of her and moved back and let her legs
fall back softly onto the bed. She groaned and lay there limply
as I moved up over her and then I forced her to suck my cock
clean. She complied eagerly.

I finally fell onto the bed beside her and relaxed while I
studied her body closely and lightly teased her breasts. Her
nipples reacted instantly. I loved how sensitive they were. I
started squeezing them and pulling on them and it seemed like the
harder I squeezed the more she enjoyed it. So in the furtherance
of science I kept going, just to see how much she could take
before she screamed for me to stop.

But she didn't scream, she didn't ask me to stop. As I compressed
her nipple between my thumb and my finger, pulling and squeezing
with so much force that I was beginning to get concerned, she
began to groan and her breathing got more ragged and her face and
neck got red and much to the surprise of both of us she had an
orgasm! The only part of her body that I was touching was her
nipple, and I was squeezing the hell out of it, and she came!

I smiled to myself as I thought about how much fun I could have
with that little game. I could imagine doing that in a restaurant
or at a bar while she tried to act normally as she had an orgasm
while surrounded by dozens of strangers.

I untied her hands and we took a quick shower, only this time she
washed me. Then I got dressed and I picked out a micro miniskirt
and a crop top for Karen. I watched her dress and when she had I
wondered what had been going through her mind when she purchased
that crop top. It was very thin, and loose, and the bottom curves
of her breasts were exposed. It was very sexy. When I asked she
said that she only wore it around the house for Rob. She had
never worn it outside. Well, there is a first time for
everything.

We went out and strolled down the sidewalk towards the park. I
didn't have anything special in mind, but if something came up I
would gladly take advantage of it. 

It isn't a very large park. It is only three blocks long and one
block wide and at one end there is a baseball complex that
adjoins it. There are several large grassy areas and a playground
for kids and a lot of trees. There is a jogging/walking path
around the whole thing. There is also that bandstand where they
used to hold band concerts a long time ago. It has not been used
for that in many years.

We reached the park and I pulled out one of the ropes that I had
removed from the corner of Karen's bed. I tied her wrists behind
her back and then we went for a walk. It was dusk and there were
not a lot of joggers, but there was no shortage of people out
enjoying the evening air and getting a little exercise. We were
walking slowly and we were passed by half a dozen people before
we had gone very far at all. They all looked back to check out
Karen, walking with her barely covered breasts thrust out
boldly.

As we neared the bandstand I noticed a group of teenage boys
sitting on the steps talking loudly. They got quiet when we drew
near, and I recognized two of the boys as the two that Karen had
given blowjobs to yesterday afternoon. She hadn't seen them of
course, because of the blindfold. 

As we approached I spoke quietly to Karen and asked her if she
knew any of the boys. She looked at them for a moment and shook
her head. I told her that two of them were the boys she had
sucked off yesterday and she stopped suddenly and groaned in
embarrassment. But I knew how much she liked embarrassment. So I
urged her forward again and we stepped off of the path and moved
to the bandstand and said hello to the five teenagers. It had not
been obvious from a distance, but one of the teens was a girl.
She was dressed like a boy and had hair that was shorter than
some of the boys, but she was definitely a girl.

When we were about ten feet away one of the boys said, "That's
her! That's the woman we told you about!"

I brought Karen to a stop in front of them and said, "Hey guys.
What were you telling your friends?"

One of them smiled and said, "We told them about yesterday, when
your girlfriend sucked us off and we played with her tits."

It was obvious that the three teens that had not been there
yesterday were skeptical, even seeing her now in front of them
with her breasts nearly exposed.

I said, "Your friends look skeptical."

"Yeah," one of them said. "They didn't believe a word of it."

"Well," I said, "it's too bad that there is a young lady present,
or we could have shown them that you were telling the truth."

As I spoke, Karen's knees nearly gave way. She leaned into me for
support. She whispered, "Oh god, please no!"

But I could hear the excitement in her voice.

The teenage girl smiled and said, "You don't have to chicken out
on my account. Hell, I'd like to see it myself."

One of he boys said, "She's my sister, she's just one of the
guys."

I led Karen up the stairs, stepping carefully between the kids
and I led her to that same place in the back of the bandstand.
The boys saw the ropes on her arms as we went by them and they
were very excited, judging by their comments.

The five teens followed us onto the bandstand and the girl asked,
"Why is she tied up? Is she being raped? Is she doing this
against her will?"

"That is a hard question to answer," I said. "She likes being
made to do things that she doesn't want to do. It turns her on.
Some people are like that. She doesn't like it all the time, but
sometimes she finds it exciting. She would never come out here to
the park and let two boys play with her tits and suck them off of
her own free will. But when I forced her to do it yesterday it
excited her. She wouldn't admit it though."

"She likes being embarrassed too," I continued. "Like this." With
that I lifted her top over her breasts and then I reached down
and lifted her skirt up and tucked it into her waistband. 

I looked at the teenage girl to judge how she was reacting to
this and she was obviously amused. The boys, on the other hand,
were way beyond amused. They were gathered tightly around Karen
and in no time at all she had four young hands exploring her
body. 

I kept an eye on them to make sure that they were not too rough,
but I saw from the expression on her face that she was getting
very turned on. The boys were talking excitedly among themselves
about her beautiful breasts and her tight pussy and even how
beautiful her sweet young ass was.

Karen was standing in the middle of them with her eyes closed and
her head back and I could hear her moaning as they groped her
roughly. I interrupted one of the boys briefly to show him a
little trick. I replaced his hand on her right tit with my own
and I squeezed her nipple harder and harder until she had a loud,
violent orgasm standing right there on the bandstand. As soon as
her orgasm was just about over she started to collapse to her
knees on the hard floor. 

I caught her and lowered her gently to her knees. The boys looked
at me and I nodded and one of the boys that had not gotten a
blowjob yesterday unfastened his pants and with a guilty look at
his sister he sat down on the bench and I watched as Karen
struggled to take him into her mouth without losing her balance
because of the way her hands were bound behind her back.

I considered removing the rope from her wrists, but I didn't want
to spoil it for her. I could tell that she was handling him
without difficulty. He was guiding her head up and down on his
not quite fully developed cock and I knew it wouldn't be long
anyway.

The girl had moved closer and was kneeling down to get a closer
look at what was probably her brother's first blowjob. She seemed
to be getting nearly as big a kick out of it as he was.

I reached down and ran my fingers through Karen's pussy and found
that her juices were starting to run down her thighs. I stood up
and offered her pussy to the boys as well. In seconds Karen had
another cock in her pussy and I watched in amusement as the girl
moved back to get a close-up look at what a cock entering a pussy
looked like.

The girl stood up and moved into the shadows and I could see her
rubbing her own pussy as she watched the four boys taking turns
raping Karen. All four of the boys came quickly and I let them
each go around again. I could see the frustration building up in
Karen. She was very turned on, but none of the boys was providing
her with enough stimulation for a long enough time to let her
achieve orgasm. 

I wasn't concerned though. I was hard as a rock and I had every
intention of fucking the hell out of her when they were done. 

When the last of the four boys finished fucking her I pulled my
cock out of my pants and knelt down and finally untied Karen's
arms. I ordered her onto her back and then I invited two of the
boys to hold her arms out so that she couldn't move. I knew she
would like it more that way.

I noticed the teen girl coming closer. I let her get a good look
at my cock and then I lifted Karen's legs up onto my shoulders
and I pushed my cock into her sloppy, but still tight pussy. I
started slowly, enjoying the way her breasts swayed and jiggled
as I fucked her. I quickly picked up the pace though, and she was
laying there, held firmly by the two boys as she struggled and
swore at me and yelled at me to rape her hard and fuck her
faster. She started getting too loud, I didn't want to attract
too much attention to what was going on up here. I asked the girl
if she would mind putting her hand over Karen's mouth so the
neighbors didn't call the police. 

The young girl grinned and happily joined in. I guessed her age
to be about the same as the boys, around fifteen or sixteen, but
her breasts were significantly larger than Karen's. As she leaned
down to cup her hand over Karen's mouth I could see down her
shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see one of her tits,
almost to the nipple. She looked up and realized where I was
looking, but she just smiled at me and then went back to watching
my cock driving brutally into Karen. 

Karen started screaming into the girl's hand and cumming
violently and soon I was cumming right along with her. It was a
very exciting scene, especially for Karen. 

I managed to hang on long enough for Karen to cum one last time
and then I pulled out and told the kids to let her go. She sat up
and smiled at me, and then she slid over and took my cock into
her mouth. It was really nasty, covered in her juices, my cum and
the mixture of cum from the four boys who had all fucked her
before I had. She didn't hesitate though. She dove right in and
took my now soft cock right down to the base. Then she helped me
put it away.

I looked down and saw that the front of my jeans was sopping wet
from all of the liquids that had escaped from Karen's pussy. I
stood up and looked down at her and asked, "Are you okay, can you
stand?"

She grinned and said, "I think so."

I helped her up and she was a little unsteady, but she was
certainly sated. We sat down to rest for a minute and the teenage
girl sat near her and said, "Can I ask you some questions?"

Karen looked at her for a moment and said, "I will answer your
questions, as best I can anyway. But you know that what happened
out here just now, and yesterday with your friends, that wasn't
normal. Most girls would not do this kind of shit, you know that,
right?"

The girl smiled and said, "Yeah, I know. But it was hot, wasn't
it? I mean, you don't look like a skank or anything. You're just
a hot woman that likes sex. Well, okay, you like kinky sex,
right?"

"So I am learning," Karen said. "Up until Friday evening, well
no, Saturday afternoon, I lived a normal live. I am a happily
married twenty-four year old woman with a good job and a college
education. On Friday I was drugged and raped and since then my
life has been turned upside down."

The teen looked at me and asked Karen, "Did he rape you?"

"Not really, well, sort of. But he didn't rape me on Friday. He
took care of me after it was over. He brought me home and we
developed our warped relationship in the last three days. What we
are doing, and what we have done, well, it is a long, confusing
story. It is okay for you to find what happened here this evening
interesting, even exciting, I suppose. But you would be well
served to not let it be something that affects your life. You
will be much happier if you forget all about it."

The girl said, "I don't see that happening any time soon. These
guys are going to be raving about fucking you for months!"

Karen looked at her and asked, "How old are you?"

"I'm fifteen," the girl replied. 

"Are you a virgin?" Karen asked.

The girl nodded.

"Smart girl," Karen said. "Stay that way for a few more years.
You will be a lot happier. I made the mistake of having sex just
before my fifteenth birthday. I had a half a dozen really bad
sexual experiences in the next year. Finally I realized that, not
only was I not ready for sex yet, but the guys I was fucking
around with didn't have a clue and I stopped putting out until I
got out of high school. The older guys are still pretty clueless,
well most of them. Some are better informed than others," and
here she smiled at me, "but when they get older they start to
think about something besides there own satisfaction. With a
little luck, you can find a decent one and train him to do it
right. The only other thing I can tell you is the one thing that
I have learned this weekend. Don't be afraid of your fantasies,
and don't be afraid to experiment, when you are ready. Now, what
are your questions?"

The girl smiled and said, "I think you already answered them.
Thanks."

Karen looked at me and said, "I'm tired!"

I laughed and said, "Yeah, and you're a fucking mess!"

Then I put my arm around her shoulder and we relaxed for a while
longer. The kids started to leave and I stopped them. I suggested
that we might be able to do this again from time to time, because
it amused me to watch. But they would have to keep it to
themselves. If I came by and saw anyone but the five of them, all
bets were off. We could get in a lot of trouble screwing around
with them, and we had too much to lose to take any chances.

They all swore that they would only talk about it among
themselves. Then they left us alone.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. It was a comfortable silence
though. It was a very pleasant evening.

After a few minutes Karen asked, "It is driving me crazy, I
really wish you would tell me where you know me from."

I chuckled and said, "I am embarrassed to admit it now."

She turned towards me with a questioning look and I said, "It
sounds so petty now."

I paused for a moment and then I said, "We were in college
together. We had three classes together in our freshman year. I
was extremely shy, but a friend of mine had been drawing me out,
trying to build my ego and give me more self confidence."

"I thought you were nice, we had never spoken, but we had nodded,
said hello, smiled at each other from time to time. You seemed
like a nice girl. One day, just before class started, I asked you
to go out with me. You burst out laughing, very loudly, and then
joked with your girlfriend about me until the professor came in.
I just about curled up and died inside after that. It took my
friend months to undo the damage you did to my self esteem that
day."

She stared at me with a look of horror on her face. Finally she
said, "Oh my god, I am so sorry. I don't remember that. I
remember being the kind of bitch that would do something like
that though." 

She put her arms around me and hugged me and put her head on my
chest and said, "I guess I understand why you didn't come to my
assistance Friday night. I don't blame you. Still, you did make
sure I didn't get hurt. That's something."

Then she looked up at me, "I don't think you are even yet. You
should continue to blackmail me and make me do awful things."

I kissed the top of her head and said, "I have every intention of
doing just that. I knew that you wouldn't remember. I was
fortunate to have a roommate like Phil, who owns the club where
you got drugged last Friday. He was the charming, personable guy
that was always the center of attention, but it never went to his
head. He knew the day that we met that I needed help, and he drew
me out of my shell and built up my self confidence, probably
better than any professional could have. The great thing about
him is that he did it because he cares about people. I don't
think you knew him in college, but you will be meeting him on
Friday. I have convinced him to take a night off and he will be
at the poker game."

I stood up and watched Karen put her cum covered clothing back
together as much as possible. She grinned at me wryly and said,
"As a wise man once said, I'm a fucking mess!"

We walked back to her house with my arm around her until we got
close to her house. We didn't want the neighbors talking. I sat
on the front porch and she went in and got us both a glass of ice
water. We sat on the front porch and I suggested that from now on
we should meet at my place. I didn't have to worry about what the
neighbors thought and we could enjoy a dip in the pool from time
to time.

I hadn't been there more than fifteen minutes when my pager went
off and I had to go downtown and straighten out a mess at a
processing center for one of the local banks. I stood up and
Karen asked, "Do you get a lot of this?"

I said, "Not a lot, and it usually doesn't take long to
straighten out. Normally it is someone that doesn't know their
job screwing up. It can happen at inconvenient times, but I get
paid very well to fix it. On the plus side, I often go days
without doing anything. I may never get rich, but I make a very
good living and I love my job."

I stood up and she walked me to my car. We both felt like it was
a good time for a long, passionate kiss, but we didn't want the
neighbors talking. I got in my car and drove downtown thinking,
"Christ, I can't believe I'm Jody to some poor fuck in Iraq!"

The next day I emailed Karen at work and told her to come to my
house right after work. I made a potato salad and my patented
cheeseburgers. They are the best cheeseburgers in the world, but
I'm sorry, I can't tell you how I make them.

We ate while sitting naked out near the pool. After we ate we
played in the pool for a while. Karen is a lot of fun to play
with when she is wet. We got out after a while and I poured us
each a glass of wine. While we sipped we sat by the pool and
listened to the sound of the waterfall I had built at one end. It
was very restful. 

Suddenly, out of the blue, Karen said, "I would like to see the
rest of the pictures you took Friday night."

"There are a lot of them," I responded. "I took about two hundred
of them. If you really want to see them it is okay with me."

I led her inside and upstairs to my computer room. I turned my
computer on and selected the pictures and started a slideshow,
and then I pulled her down into my lap and as we watched I kissed
different parts of her body and teased her nipples and her pussy
with my fingertips.

Halfway through the show she said, "Not many women get to see
themselves getting raped. It is a strange thing to see."

"What are you feeling?" I asked.

She didn't answer for a minute, and then she said, "I still would
love to see them get what they deserve for doing it to me. On the
other hand, and this is probably largely due to what you are
doing right now, I am getting very turned on."

I stood her up and bent her over the computer desk and started
fucking her from behind as we watched her getting raped. I will
admit that it was a pretty weird thing to do, but it was working
for us.

While we fucked I said, "Their faces were pretty clear in the
first few pictures that I took inside the club. I could have Phil
ask his doormen to watch for them. I suppose that we could work
out something. We wouldn't want them to keep going in there and
picking up girls to rape."

I was getting close now and I started picking up the pace and as
I fucked her she was grunting and saying, "No, we don't want
that, rape is a terrible thing, usually."

That was the end of the conversation for a while. I tried to hold
off, I wanted to get to the end of the slideshow before we came,
but I was too turned on and we both came before I got to the
shots of the aftermath. She was staring at the pictures of her
well fucked pussy and gasping for breath and I watched her
shudder. I wasn't sure what that one was for. Sometimes you just
can't tell.

We went down the hall and took a quick shower. When we had dried
off I said, "I bought you a present today."

She started to ask me what it was, but I put my finger on her
lips and led her into my bedroom and put her in the center of the
bed. I reached down and pulled up the chains that I had fastened
to the corners of the bed and attached the stiff leather cuffs to
her wrists and her ankles. When she saw them her eyes lit up, she
would not have been happier if I had bought her a diamond
bracelet.

I put a large leather dog collar around her neck and then I got
up and pulled the tripod closer with my digital movie camera on
it and turned it on. She saw the camera and smiled. I think she
is starting to really develop an interest in photography lately.

I moved back to the bed and put the blindfold over her eyes and I
was just about to crawl into bed with her when my fucking pager
went off! I swore loudly and answered the page. It was the same
damned dumb blond making the same stupid mistake that she had
made last night and she was unable to fix it.

I slipped into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and pulled on my
boots. I told Karen that I would be right back and she pleaded
with me to let her go first. I decided to let her suffer for a
while. I knew I would be back in less than an hour. She would
probably enjoy it.

I took the bike and cruised down to the processing center. It
took me a half hour to straighten out the young girl who should
have been down the street working at a strip club, but was
instead running around in here bumping into walls and saying oops
all the time.

I left as soon as I had her straightened out. I didn't even wait
for the time to go over into a second hour. I got on the bike
and, just to be cruel, I drove home and parked up the street so
that Karen wouldn't hear me coming back. 

I walked down the street and went inside. I moved around
downstairs for a few minutes, making just enough noise that she
would know that someone was in the house. Not having heard the
bike, however, she was probably thinking that there was a good
chance that it wasn't me.

I finally started upstairs, walking slowly and quietly, but
making enough noise so that she could hear me coming. I took my
time getting to my bedroom door and then I stood at the door
staring at her. She really did look hot all chained up and
helpless like that. 

I knew that she could hear me and I saw her listening intently
for a moment before she quietly asked, "Sean, is that you?"

I didn't speak. I stepped into the room and started to undress
slowly. Karen pulled at her new leather cuffs and struggled, but
she had already tried to get loose and she knew that it was
futile. 

I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed when I was naked and
I placed a hand on her tit, roughly squeezing and pulling on it.

She groaned, totally unable to contain her pleasure at the
possibility of being raped by another strange man. 

She called out again, "Sean? God damn it! Sean, is that you?"

I wanted to do it, but I couldn't. I couldn't keep from laughing
out loud. She recognized my laugh and she cried out, "Sean you
son of a bitch! You scared the shit out of me!"

I lay down beside her and kissed her and said, "Yes, you were
scared, and you were very turned on too, weren't you?"

"You mother fucker!" she exploded. "I almost had a heart
attack!"

I stuck two of my fingers into her sopping wet hole and asked,
"What's this, your burglar alarm?"

She just groaned and lifted her hips to meet my hand and said,
"God damn you, fuck me!"

I kept my hand busy working on her pussy and I bent down and
kissed her. She attacked me with her mouth and it was obvious
that, even as scared as she had been, she was also more turned on
than ever. She started having one orgasm after another as my
fingers roughly explored her pussy. When I took my mouth away
from hers and moved down and took her nipple between my teeth and
started biting she went fucking crazy. She screamed, and it was
not a scream of pain. She stopped screaming then and I am not
sure how to describe the sounds that were coming from her mouth,
they seemed not quite human. She was thrashing around like she
was trying to get loose, but I knew that was the last thing on
her mind.  

I couldn't take it anymore. I had intended to eat her out, but
she had me so hot, just watching her in the throws of incredible
passion, I had to fuck her. I got on top of her and buried my
cock in her in one brutal plunge. 

She screamed at me, "Yes! God damn you, fuck me! Rape me! Fuck my
cunt!" What followed after that was unintelligible. Her passion
was irresistible and in no time I was cumming right along with
her. It was all over much too quickly and I collapsed on top of
her for a moment before I found the strength to roll off. In that
brief moment she lifted her head and licked my sweaty face like a
dog. She didn't even seem to be aware of what she was doing. She
was moaning and licking and pressing her hips up against me. It
was truly incredible. I had a feeling she was going to really get
off on this movie.

After I had rested for a moment and my heart was beating almost
normally, I unfastened the cuffs securing Karen's wrists. I got
up finally and moved down and after sucking each of her big toes
I unfastened her ankle restraints. Then I crawled back up beside
her and lay on my side and stared at her beautiful body and the
portion of her sweet face that was exposed below the blindfold. 

I wondered how long she would leave the blindfold on. I knew that
she enjoyed it. She left it on for a minute or two before she
finally slid it off and then looked at me accusingly. 

She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "That was a cruel
thing to do."

I nodded and said, "It really turned you on, didn't it?"

She finally admitted it. "Fuck yes! I was about ninety percent
certain that it was you. But that last ten percent was.....oh god
I must be sick, it was so fucking exciting I didn't even care if
it was you or not, I just needed whoever it was to fuck me."

I looked at her for a moment and asked, "I heard what you were
telling that girl out at the bandstand. You really didn't know
how much you liked this stuff until Saturday?"

"No, I will admit that I had a few fantasies that your everyday
housewife might not share. I never imagined that I would let
someone put me through the changes that you have though."

I had not realized that it was really my fault until she said it!
Well, mostly my fault.

I asked, "How do you feel about it?"

She sat up in bed and looked down at herself. She picked up one
of the wrist cuffs and looked at it. Then she sniffed it,
inhaling the leather smell and getting turned on by it. Then she
looked at me and said, "I don't know. It's scary, and it is so
exciting. We are raised to believe that anything that is this
much fun, this exciting, has got to be bad. Look at me! I'm
cheating on my husband for Christ's sake. I would have bet anyone
everything I owned that I would never do that, even if he is a
lousy fuck. Oops! Did I say that out loud?"

I said, "Well, it doesn't matter. I don't intend to let you out
of our agreement. You may still consider yourself as officially
blackmailed."

She leaned over and took my limp dick in her hand and faked a
look of fear and said, "Every night, a fate worse than death, how
will I survive?"

I got up and got dressed and she looked confused. I smiled and
said, "I left my bike up the street. I have to go get it and put
it in the garage. By the way, have you ever been on one?"

She shook her head.

"Well," I said, "I know where we are going to dinner tomorrow
night."

I was tempted to order her to stay with me tonight. I wanted to.
I was pretty sure that she would have liked that too, but she was
already concerned with her nosy neighbors. I figured that since
it was very likely that she would be spending Friday night here
it was best not to over do it. 

I put my bike away and when I got back she was dressed and ready
to go. I told her to wear jeans tomorrow and another crop top.
She started to leave, but she stopped and turned around and put
her arms around my neck and kissed me. She said, "I am sorry for
what I did when we were in college."

I said, "Stop being so nice, you make it hard to abuse you."

She smiled and said, "It won't happen again sir." Then she left.

I got a call early the next morning and ended up with a new
client. I spent the day at a local department store. They were
not a part of a chain, but they were very popular locally and
they needed to upgrade their inventory practices and just
generally become more involved in the information age technology
before it completely passed them by.

They already had a system, but it was archaic and wasn't serving
their needs very well. I told them what they needed to do to
upgrade and they gave me the go ahead. That would probably take
me most of next week. It would be like I had a normal job for a
while.

When I left there I stopped by Phil's club to see him. I told him
about the two guys with the roofies and what they had done in his
club to one of his customers. I had printed off a couple of
pictures with the two men and when he saw them he looked at Karen
and said, "She looks familiar. Don't I know her?"

I smiled and told him where he remembered her from. We got a big
laugh out of that because of all of the ribbing about her that I
had been subjected to over the years. Phil said that he had
gotten reports that at least three other women had reported a
similar experience over the last several months. They had
regained consciousness in various places, early in the morning
and either been naked or dressed but with obvious signs of having
had sex, and they had no memories of it. So he promised to take
care of it.

I left then, after reminding him of the poker game, and getting
his promise to be there.

I went home and started putting together a plan for the new
inventory control system for my new client and the next thing I
knew, Karen was at the door.

I let her in and locked the door and we went out to the garage.
It was still pretty early, so I thought we could get a good seat
out on the deck at the biker bar where we were going for supper.

In the garage I put a helmet on her and buckled it down. I
assured her that all she had to do was hang on, gently, to my
waist and she would be fine. She didn't have to worry about
leaning or falling off or anything. I told her that if she got
scared all she had to do was what I did, close her eyes.

I put her on the small backseat of my Softail and showed her
where to put her feet and then I opened the garage door and
started the bike. When it first fired up she screamed, startled
by the noise and the vibration, but she hung on and I pulled out
and pushed the button on the garage door opener remote in my
pocket. As soon as I saw the door closing I took off. 

I rode around for a little while, taking the long way around and
finally pulled up in front of the biker bar. We got off and I
helped her take her helmet off and hung it from the handlebar. As
soon as I turned back around she threw her arms around my neck
and said, "That was fucking fantastic! I love it! Am I a biker
chick now?" 

I looked at her thoughtfully and said, "I'm not sure, I will have
to ask if you can be a biker chick without any tattoos and before
I have your nipples pierced."

"My what!" she exclaimed.

I laughed and took her arm and we went inside. It was pretty
crowded, but there was a couple leaving one of the nice tables by
the railing as we walked in and we managed to get it. I looked
around and saw a few people that I knew and nodded to them.

It took a while, but we finally got some drinks and ordered a
couple of BBQ sandwiches. Then we sat and talked for a while. The
inside section of the bar is loud and smoky, but they keep the
door closed and the deck is much quieter and you can breathe the
air. We had a pleasant meal. They do very good BBQ here. We sat
and sipped on a couple of beers and enjoyed ourselves. I was
sometimes surprised at how much I enjoyed Karen's company since
we had so little in common. 

She brought the subject around to pierced nipples several times,
she was afraid that I had been serious. To be honest, if it had
been some other woman in her situation, I might have seriously
considered it. I couldn't do it to her though. I loved how
sensitive her nipples were and I didn't want to take a chance on
screwing that up. I explained that to her, and then I
demonstrated. 

Karen was leaning forward with her arms crossed in front of her
on the table. I threaded my arm through hers so that it looked
like I was holding her hand. Instead, I stuck two fingers up
inside her little crop top and began to squeeze her nipple harder
and harder.

Before long her face started getting red and her breathing became
ragged and just as the waitress came back to the table she was
biting her lip and fighting to keep from arousing the attention
of the people around us as she had a strong orgasm. 

The waitress stood at our table watching her and smiling. Karen
didn't even realize it until her orgasm passed and she opened her
eyes and saw the waitress watching her. She said, "Oh god!" and
covered her face with her hands until the waitress left.

I got up then and helped her to her feet and we left. I took us
on a small ride through the back roads outside of town,
demonstrating how much fun a twisty road could be on a bike. Then
we went home and stripped down and went out to my back yard and
took a dip in the pool.

Wednesday and Thursday were uneventful. Karen came straight to my
house after work and we took turns cooking supper. After supper
we would both clean up the kitchen and then play in the pool for
a little while before going upstairs and getting wild. On
Thursday evening I told Karen to stop by her house after work and
check her mail and pick up some clothes for Saturday, because she
would be staying the night.

The next day I set up the poker table and set out the chips. I
went to the store and bought some beer and snacks and a few decks
of cards. I stopped on the way home at the adult book store and
bought Karen's outfit for the game. The guys were going to love
it, and so was she, though she would be extremely embarrassed.

Karen got to the house early. She gets off an hour early on
Fridays, something about the bosses plan for avoiding rush hour
traffic on the worst driving day of the week. She stopped at her
house and picked up her mail, but she already had a bag in her
car with her clothes for tomorrow and she didn't even go inside.
She drove straight to my house.

I put her to work helping to make some sandwiches and we talked
quietly while we worked. I kept my eye on the clock and when
there was an hour to go before the guys started arriving I sent
her up to take a shower and make herself pretty.

She was getting nervous, and that pleased me. I would hate if she
lost that. 

I was finished and I grabbed a beer and watched the news until
she came downstairs wearing only her high heels. I had a small
bag by my chair and I called her over and pulled out her uniform
for the evening. A tiny see-through thong that just barely
covered her pussy, a tiny French maid's apron that didn't even
reach down to the thong, and one of those little things that they
stuck in their hair and called a hat.

I had planned on having her wear her leather wrist cuffs too, but
I thought that might ruin the effect and decided at the last
moment to leave them off.

I told her that from now until my friends went home, she was to
do anything that any of them asked of her, without hesitation.
She would be serving drinks and snacks, she would be getting
groped and liberally molested, and she would be having sex. The
spare bedroom was all set up for that. So she should lead her
lovers to that room, unless they wanted to take her right there
in the game room. 

I finished with her instructions and looked up at her and said,
"God damn I am turned on right now! I wish I had time to take you
upstairs and fuck you."

She smiled and said, "I'm ready."

As my luck would have it, just then the doorbell rang and I
ordered her to answer it. I watched from my chair as she opened
the door and stood aside to let the first two arrivals in. I had
not informed any of the guys that she would be here, and to say
that they were shocked doesn't even come close. They both stepped
in and she shut the door and smiled nervously at them and
escorted them into the living room. 

She took their drink orders and they stared at her naked ass as
she walked to the kitchen to get them their beers. They had not
said a word since they had come inside and they had only glanced
at me once, almost as though to make sure that they were in the
right house. Then their eyes returned to Karen, and stayed
there.

Jerry finally looked up and said, "What the hell?!"

I smiled and said, "Gentlemen, I have a maid now. I hope that
isn't a problem for you."

Jerry looked at me and said, "Come on man, you don't have a maid.
This is your desperate attempt to distract us so that you can
finally win."

I said, "If that is what I am doing, it appears to be working."

Then I introduced Karen to Jerry and Eric. I told them that when
everyone was here I would explain what her chores were tonight.

While I was talking, Karen had come over to stand beside my
chair. I ran my hand over her ass and she shivered in excitement.
I glanced over and saw that the small piece of fabric that
covered her tight little pussy was getting damp. Her face and
neck and chest were very red, and that was why she looked so god
damned exciting. 

It was another fifteen minutes before all six of my friends had
arrived and been introduced to Karen and given drinks. Phil was
the last to arrive and he recognized her from her picture. We
headed into the game room but Phil hung back and asked me and
Karen to hold on a minute. 

When we were alone, he told Karen that his bouncers had
recognized her rapists from the pictures that I had given him and
caught them leaving with a drugged girl last night. 

She asked him what had happened to them and Phil said, "Do you
really want to know?"

I was pretty sure that she did, and I damned sure did and I
nodded. 

Phil said, "I had some men take them to an alley behind a gay bar
on the edge of town and strip them and tie them up and gag them.
Then they went inside and started spreading the word about them,
who they were, and what they had done, and why they were out
there.

They spent the entire night being fucked in the ass by the
patrons of the gay bar. My bouncers returned an hour after
closing and they were still being raped. They waited until the
last of the crowd was finished with them, cut them loose and
returned their clothing, and warned them that the next time they
heard of a girl being raped in town they were going to assume
that they had done it, and they were going to fix it so that they
could never rape anyone again.

I looked at Karen and said, "Sounds like justice was served to
me." 

She nodded and took Phil's hand and said, "Thanks, thanks to both
of you. I hated that they could do that and get away with it like
they did. I appreciate that you cared enough to do this."

Then the games began.

When we were all seated at the table I called Karen over and told
everyone that she was here, not entirely of her own free will.
Her main function was to look good and serve drinks and snacks.
She would, however, be available to everyone to use gently, if
they wished, in the spare bedroom upstairs, or right here if they
preferred. Several of my guests were married and I let them know
that they were free to grope her a little from time to time and
then go home and take it out on their wives if they preferred,
they were welcome to go as far as their consciences would allow.
After my description of her duties the poker game started. 

It was immediately apparent that I should have had a naked woman
present at all of the games that I hosted. I couldn't lose if I
tried. I know that my cards were no better than they usually
were, but the guys could not keep their eyes, or their hands, off
of Karen.

We had not played two full hands before I started hearing "Deal
me out," and Karen started leading them upstairs. I had my movie
camera set up on the tripod in the corner and if they noticed it,
none of my friends complained. I was looking forward to watching
the disk later, especially the one with my token black friend KC
on it.

By the end of the night, Karen was looking pretty tired. Two of
the married men had passed on going upstairs, but they had been
taking every opportunity to feel her up when she got close enough
to them.  She got close pretty often. The poor girl didn't get a
break all night. If she wasn't upstairs fucking or sucking one of
my friends, she was fetching drinks and snacks, or she was
sitting in someone's lap and getting gently mauled. After about a
half hour or so her nervousness disappeared and she started
having fun. She was laughing and joking with the guys and she
didn't even get that wound up when she was led off for her first
sexual experience with a black man.

Nearly all of the sex took place upstairs. She was made to suck
off one guy after he had pushed his chair back from the table. It
took a long time. He had already been upstairs twice. It was
obvious that Karen was embarrassed about sucking the guy off in
front of all the rest of us, but she gave it her all, just like a
good little slave.

The game finally broke up at a little after one AM. It was one of
the few times that I actually won enough money to pay for the
snacks that I provided. Karen said goodnight to everyone at the
door and was given a last mauling by all of them. Then she
started to clean up the mess. 

I stopped her and told her that we could do that tomorrow, and we
went to bed. I figured that she would be worn out, so I didn't
attempt to have sex with her. I held her in my arms and we
spooned until we fell asleep.

The next morning I got up and left her sleeping and went
downstairs and started cleaning up our mess. Actually, it wasn't
that bad. She had pretty much kept up with it during the evening.
By the time she got up an hour later, all traces of a poker game
were gone and coffee was ready.

I heard her coming down the stairs and poured her a cup of coffee
and she came over and hugged me and told me how sweet I was. Then
we went out back and drank coffee and she told me how much fun
she had last night.

I had been doing some heavy thinking this morning and I told her
that I thought that it was time to put an end to our
relationship. I thought that she had suffered enough.

She looked like I had slapped her.

Tears came to her eyes and she sat up and said, "Why? What did I
do wrong? I thought that I had done everything that you wanted!
What's wrong Sean?"

I took her hand and said, "You didn't do anything wrong. You are
perfect! The problem is that you are a married woman and I am
falling in love with you."

She got a funny look on her face and said, "Yeah, I know. I am
falling in love with you too. Sucks, doesn't it?"

I nodded, it really did. Although we didn't have a lot in common,
aside from a love of sex, she was beautiful and she had a great
sense of humor and a nice personality, and she was just a lot of
fun to be with. The longer I was with her, the harder it was
going to be to give her up. There was no way I could stay with
her until her husband came home and then just give her up. 

I told her all of that and then we were quiet for a while.
Finally she said, "Do we have to quit cold turkey? What if we
tapered off? I don't want to be alone again. The first couple of
months after Rob left were hell. I don't want to go eight or nine
more months without sex. It was going to be hard enough going
back to humdrum sex with Rob. He never makes me cum you know."

"I don't know Karen," I said. "I didn't think that there was a
chance in hell that I could fall for you. It turns out that you
are not who I thought you were. I love being with you, I love
sleeping with you and showering with you and taking you out and
letting other people look at your sexy body and have sex with
you. If you were single...., well, never mind, you aren't single.
But Christ, I have only known you for a week and I am falling in
love with you. How can I be with you for most of a year and let
you go?"

She was sitting there naked, with tears running down her cheeks
and I pulled her to her feet and sat her down in my lap and held
her. I couldn't stand to see her like this, so I did the stupid
thing and said, "Okay, how about a compromise, how about if once
a week we go out to dinner? No sleeping together, no fun and
games, just friends."

She put her arms around my neck and hugged me and said, "That
would suck, but I will take what I can get. The problem is, you
are right, and I know that you are right because I have those
feelings too. It doesn't matter though. I can't stand the idea of
not seeing you again. So I will take what I can get."

So that was what we did. Once a week we went out to dinner, and
sometimes a movie. We sometimes went for motorcycle rides. She
tried to talk me into letting her serve at another poker game,
and the guys would have loved it. I said no, I would not have
been able to control myself. I still had all of the movies that I
had made of her and I watched them from time to time.

Things changed though. Three months before he was supposed to
come home, Rob's emails started getting cold. Then, a month
later, he told her that he had fallen in love with a woman in his
unit and he wanted a divorce. You never saw a woman in your life
that was happier to be asked for a divorce.

Karen came to my house at eight PM one evening and handed me a
piece of paper. It was the email from Rob. She gave me thirty
seconds to read it and then she said, "Now can we fuck?!"

I had to admit that my feelings for Karen had not changed. I
guess the weekly date had kept them alive. I pulled her inside
and took her in my arms and said, "The cuffs are still attached
to the bed."

She bit my neck and grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs
as fast as she could get me to move. We made love all night long.
Well, no, that isn't quite right. We made love several times, but
most of the time we fucked. We fucked hard and loud and there is
no doubt in my mind that the neighbors heard her screams.

The next day was Saturday and I took her out shopping. I thought
that now that she was going to be moving in with me it was time
to get her a new wardrobe. We drove over to her favorite clothing
store, Sweet Nothings, and she introduced me to Jo, the owner. 

You should have seen the look on Jo's face when Karen told her
that she was getting a divorce, and she was obviously excited
about it. Jo didn't know what to say.

We picked out a dozen outfits and Karen put on one hell of a show
when she tried them on. I held the door to the changing room open
and as Karen changed a small crowd gathered to watch. 

Jo came over and smiled at me and said, "For some reason, all of
my best customers try on clothes that way!"

"Do you mind?" I asked.

"Hell no!" she exclaimed. "It's great for business. You watch,
some of these people are going to see how great she looks in some
of those outfits and they are going to ask where you got them.
Then they are going to buy them. No, I don't mind at all. In
fact, I have thought about taking the doors off of these changing
rooms, or at least half of them."

"I think that's a great idea," I said. "Hell, I'd come here every
week to shop."

Jo went off to help a customer and she had been right, three
times while Karen was trying on clothes, someone asked where we
had gotten a particular garment and I had to point out where it
had come from.

After I had paid for Karen's divorce presents, we drove to an
adult video store and I dragged her inside to look at toys. We
picked out a pair of handcuffs, some nipple clamps, several more
types of leather restraints, some very exotic vibrators and a few
more outfits which she tried on right there in front of everyone.
She had not had so much excitement since we had decided to cool
it seven months ago. I hadn't either.

Karen wanted to move in with me, and I wanted that too. That
wasn't practical though. I convinced her that it was in her best
interests to wait until after the divorce. She saw the wisdom in
that, and so she maintained her residence. But now she spent most
of her nights with me, long, hot, exciting nights.

And the games began again. 

The day after she had come over to my house all excited because
Rob wanted a divorce I dressed her in a little dress that just
barely covered her nipples. Both sides of her breasts were
exposed and any sudden moves caused one or both of her breasts to
be uncovered. I drove her to the park and for the first time in
seven months we took a walk along the running path.

It wasn't very crowded, but everyone that we passed enjoyed
seeing Karen. As we neared the bandstand I said, "You missed
being a slut these last nine months didn't you? You missed being
raped too, didn't you?"

She stopped and turned to face me and said, "As horrible as it
sounds, yes, I did. I wish that it wasn't true about me. I wish I
could have gone back to being who I used to think that I was. I
have to be honest though, as much as I missed being with you
these last few months, being with you sexually, being your lover,
I missed the games just as much. The question now is, can you
love a woman that enjoys those games?"

I took her in my arms and said, "After what we went through that
first week we spent together, I don't think that I could love a
woman that didn't enjoy those games. I wish we had more in
common. I wish you loved to read. I wish that you got excited at
the sight of a used book store. We may have a problem over the
years because of how different we are. But I have missed you,
missed playing those games with you since I was stupid enough to
stop. Trust me. I am going to make up for lost time."

I put my arm around her and led her up onto the grandstand. I
felt the excitement rising in both of us as we approached it and
climbed the stairs, even though there didn't seem to be anyone
nearby at the time. 

I led her to the rear of the bandstand and I slipped the straps
of her sexy little dress down off of her shoulders and then I
slid it off of her and tossed it on the bench nearby. We kissed
and I caressed her naked body for a minute, then I guided her to
the bench and pulled a couple of short lengths of rope from my
back pocket and tied her wrists to the railing around the
bandstand. As soon as her wrists were secured I pulled the
blindfold out and slipped it over her head. 

There didn't seem to be anyone else around, but the fact that she
was tied up and blindfolded and helpless in a public place was
turning us both on. As soon as I had her secured the way that I
wanted her I moved away and left her sitting there alone to
wonder what might happen next. 

What actually happened next was as big a surprise to me as it was
to Karen. I heard someone on the stairs and I looked over to see
the teenage girl that had been in the group of five that had been
here at the bandstand the last time we had come.

I smiled at her and she came over and sat down beside me. She
looked at Karen for a minute and then said, "The guys really
missed you when you stopped coming here. I did too. It was
exciting to watch."

I responded, "We had a problem we had to work out. We have solved
it now and this is the first time we have been able to play since
the last time that we were here. Believe me, we missed it too."

The girl never took her gaze from Karen's naked body. After
staring at Karen for another minute or two she said, "I just had
a birthday. I'm sixteen now."

I wasn't sure what her point was, it seemed like an unusual thing
to say. So I just smiled and told her that she was turning into a
beautiful young lady.

She finally looked me in the eye and said, "I have been thinking
about you two, and the game you play, the slave game, since that
night. I can't help it, it is so fucking hot! I want to be a
slave too. Could I be your slave? Can you have two slaves?"

I had not seen that coming. I put my arm around her and held her
for a minute, trying to decide how best to answer her. I didn't
want to hurt her feelings, make her feel rejected, but she was
much too young for these games. She was too young to even know
what she wanted.

I tried reminding her of the conversation that she had had with
Karen the last time, when Karen had told her to wait until she
was older and more mature. I wasn't getting through to her and it
was obvious. So I got up and untied Karen and took off her
blindfold and gave her back her dress. I suggested that she have
a talk with the girl, who I finally found out actually had a
name, Lisa.

Lisa watched Karen getting dressed and said, "You are very
beautiful, I love the way you look naked. You should have heard
the way the guys talked for months after that day."

I decided that this was a talk they might better have without me
around. I wanted them to be able to talk freely and openly, so I
went for a walk. I walked up a side path and sat down on a park
bench within sight of the bandstand.

I noticed, while I was sitting there keeping my eyes on the girls
that anyone on this bench, or coming up this path, would have a
pretty good view of anything that happened in the center of the
bandstand. I resolved from now on, if we used the bandstand for a
playground again, that it would be much better to move to the
sides. That would be a