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Bank Robber's Wife
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A woman's husband, out of work and desperate for money, 
attempts to rob a bank. He is a miserable failure and 
is arrested on the spot. His helpless and distraught 
wife is soon victimized by her employers and others. 
(M+/F, nc, rp, inc, blkmail, wife, intr, gb)

***

Do you know how to tell if things are about to get a 
lot worse in your life? I do. It has been drummed into 
me over and over lately. It's simple. You reach the 
point in your life that you are sure is rock bottom. 
You are convinced that your life cannot get any worse. 
That's when you find out how much life enjoys kicking 
you when you are down.

We had been living from paycheck to paycheck and 
juggling the bills just to keep our heads above water 
when the small manufacturing plant where my husband 
worked went belly up. Thank you China, thank you Wal-
mart and all of those customers who shop there. Yeah, I 
know. You need to save a buck. Fuck the economy!"

Now we are living on my minimum wage paycheck and 
that's just barely putting food on the table. You try 
feeding a family of four on the take home pay from a 
minimum wage job. The rent and the utilities were being 
stubborn. I offered them the few dollars that I could 
spare until my husband found work again but they 
wouldn't settle for that. They weren't even polite 
about it either. If I didn't have money then I must be 
a dead beat. With them it was all or nothing.

We didn't have much but we pawned what little we had. 
It didn't help much. Our two kids, fifteen year old 
Laura and fourteen year old Phil were understanding. 
But still, it breaks your heart to take away the few 
things that they have. It wasn't like they had the toys 
and gadgets that most kids their age had. They didn't 
have cell phones or IPods. They didn't have video games 
and TVs in their rooms. The family had one nineteen 
inch color TV that was probably ten years old and a 
portable CD player that we had gotten at an after 
Christmas sale at the mall last year.

We pawned those and the small collection of CDs that 
the kids had. We even tried to sell our twenty year old 
Chevy but it was in such bad shape that not even a 
teenager would buy it.

I had been able to get some extra hours at my job and I 
was working two eight hour shifts a day as often as 
they would let me. That was usually two or three times 
a week. On the days that I only worked on shift I would 
come home and cry as I fixed some poor imitation of a 
meal to feed us.

I just knew that it couldn't get any worse than this. 
But sure enough, I was at work the next day and life 
bitch-slapped me again. The police came to my workplace 
and took me to the police station. I spent the next 
several hours convincing them that I had no idea that 
my husband was going to try to rob a bank.

The stupid son of a bitch had gone into a bank in the 
next town and stood in line. When he got up to the 
teller he handed her note demanding money and 
threatening to start shooting with the gun that he 
didn't have in his pocket if she raised an alarm or 
failed to give him enough money.

I know he was desperate but how dumb is that?!

As luck would have it the man behind my husband in the 
line was an off duty cop. My stupid husband woke up on 
the floor of the bank with a concussion and his hands 
cuffed behind his back.

Now, in addition to all of my other problems I had to 
deal with lawyers, judges, cops, and worst of all 
Social Services. Actually, although they were nasty 
people to deal with, once I had convinced the people at 
Social Services that I wasn't a bad person, just 
desperate and hanging on by a single fingernail they 
helped out a little. They gave me some food stamps and 
helped me sign up for assistance with my rent and 
utilities. 

I wasn't out of the woods but the trees weren't on fire 
anymore, at least not for the next few days.

Now I had to figure out how to tell the kids that their 
father was in jail and was most likely going to stay 
there for the foreseeable future.

Shakespeare could not have written a more tragic story 
than the one that I lived through from that moment on. 

My husband was denied bail. Any other man in the 
country would have been granted bail under similar 
circumstances. But not him. I guess it didn't matter. I 
had no money to put up for bail anyway. Unless his bail 
had been set at a toaster and a collection of old, 
chipped dinnerware he was staying where they put him.

I met his public defender at the arraignment and he was 
almost a caricature of a public defender drawn from 
every horror story that you had ever heard about them. 
He was not fresh out of law school. He was an older man 
in a frayed, frumpy suit who reeked of alcohol. 
Whenever he was asked a question about the law he 
always answered, "I'll have to check on that and get 
back to you." I just barely graduated from high school 
but I'm certain that I knew more about the law than he 
did. 

It didn't matter that he was so bad though. Because we 
never saw him again until the day of the trial and he 
only stayed long enough to explain to my husband the 
deal that the DA had just offered him. It wasn't much 
of a deal. My husband would agree to plead guilty and 
in exchange he would receive almost the maximum 
sentence. But then, it wasn't like they didn't have an 
open and shut case. They just wanted to speed things up 
a little bit.

That was it. He got eight years in a federal prison. 
When the sentence was announced I fainted. When I came 
to my senses again he was gone. I was carried out of 
the courtroom by two cops and deposited on a bench out 
in the hallway. I sat there for hours thinking that now 
I had truly reached rock bottom. 

I should have known that life was about to bitch-slap 
me again. That had become what my life was all about. 
But it wasn't just going to be one slap. It was going 
to be a long series of lefts and rights and I was going 
to be beaten down until my mind was numb and I was 
willing to do anything just to survive.

I would sink so low, I would do things, or simply 
permit things to be done that even I couldn't believe. 
I don't think much of myself now. I don't know what 
else I could have done. But I am having a problem 
living with what I have done. I can't face my kids. I 
can't stand to look at myself in the mirror. I can't 
see how this can end well.

From the time that Mike was arrested it was just one 
thing after another. It took me most of the evening to 
convince the police that I had no idea what a 
boneheaded stunt he was going to pull. 

I missed two days of work right off the bat and I had 
to convince my boss not to fire me.

I had to deal with the kids. This hit them just as hard 
as it did me. 

I convinced my slimy landlord to hold off on evicting 
me until I got the assistance that Social Services had 
promised. I got the utilities to hold off on shutting 
everything off. But those were only two of my problems.

Now there was no hope of Mike getting a job and helping 
me out with the expenses. I would have liked to have 
been able to move to a cheaper place but I couldn't 
come up with a deposit and first and last month's rent 
and to find a cheaper place my only option would be to 
move into a worse part of town. And we were almost at 
the bottom now. Moving to a cheaper place would mean 
moving into gang territory. We were on the borderline 
now. They were starting to expand into this area and it 
was scary as hell. Summer vacation had started and I 
didn't dare let the kids go outside alone. They were 
trapped in the house with no television and no radio. 
Their father probably had a better life in prison!

The old car that we had was impounded at the scene of 
the robbery attempt. I could have gotten it back after 
the cops were finished tearing it up but it would have 
cost more to pay the impound fees than the car cost. So 
I let the insurance expire since I couldn't afford to 
pay it anyway. That left only two ways of getting 
around. I could walk or take the bus.

Mike was having a hard time of it in jail. He was 
getting beat up a lot and he said the guards were 
ignoring it. He said that there were a lot of black 
gangs where he was and they were always beating guys 
half to death or even killing them. And if that wasn't 
bad enough they were also raping them and turning them 
into male prostitutes and selling them to other 
prisoners and even some of the guards. Mike was 
terrified and kept telling me that I needed to bring 
him cartons of cigarettes to give them to pay them off.

First of all, have you seen what a carton of cigarettes 
costs these days?! I am just barely feeding my children 
now! I can't afford to buy him cigarettes. But even if 
I could, I have to take a day off of work to go see 
him. I don't get paid days off and my job is hanging by 
a thread now. Between missing work to deal with what he 
did and just having to make my boss understand that 
being married to a bank robber doesn't make me a 
criminal I was terrified that I was about to lose my 
job. 

I had been looking for another job. Any kind of job. 
But it seems that my only other option was becoming a 
stripper and I sure as hell couldn't do that! I suppose 
that I still have the body for it, especially now that 
I have lost ten pounds dealing with everything since 
Mike lost his job. I hadn't been overweight to start 
with. At thirty-two I suppose I was a little old to be 
a stripper. But I bet I could get the job. I'm 5'2" and 
weigh a hundred and two pounds now. I have long blonde 
hair which I wear up in a bun when I leave the house 
and my boobs are supported in a C cup bra which they do 
not really need. They stick straight out from chest 
without the first sign of a droop. There is no way to 
look at my body and know that I have given birth to two 
children either. My skin is soft and toned with no 
stretch marks and my breasts don't look any different 
than they did when I was eighteen.

But it didn't matter how good my body was. The only men 
that had ever seen me naked were my husband and my 
doctors. That was the way it was going to stay.

Or at least that was what I thought until I went to 
work on Friday. I clocked in and went to work. I had 
been working a split shift that day. I worked the day 
shift and four hours on the evening shift. When my 
twelve hour shift was over I went to clock out. My 
timecard was gone. In its place was a note telling me 
to see the supervisor.

I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach before 
I even read the note. Any time that your timecard 
wasn't in the slot at the end of the day, that was a 
bad sign.

The few other people around me who had also been 
working a twelve hour shift that night saw the note and 
I saw the looks on their faces. It made things so much 
worse that what I saw wasn't sympathy or well wishes. 
Their expressions said, "Thank god! It isn't me!" or, 
"Serves the bitch right. Her husband's a bank robber." 
It wasn't very reassuring.

I fought back the tears and walked slowly down the 
long, dark hallway to the supervisor's office. I 
knocked quietly and he called out, "Who?"

I cleared my throat and answered, "It's me sir, Haley 
Roberts."

There was an uncomfortably long pause and then he said, 
"Come in and shut the door."

I opened the door and thought, "Oh god! It's worse than 
I thought!" 

Besides the evening shift supervisor the plant manager 
was there. The people in management treated us all like 
dirt. But I had never been in a room with the plant 
manager before. I had never heard of him being here at 
the plant this late in the day or sitting in when a 
supervisor called an employee in. Not even when someone 
was getting fired. So I knew that I was in big trouble.

I stood just inside the door with my knees shaking and 
a feeling of terror in the pit of my stomach that was 
all but out of control. The only possible explanation 
for this was that I was about to lose my job. If that 
happened I lost my kids, my apartment, I lost 
everything. There was no one and nothing to fall back 
on. No family, no friends, no savings, only 
homelessness and Social Services taking the kids. I 
didn't even have a car that I could live in any longer.

What made it even worse in my mind was the idea that I 
hadn't done anything wrong. I had broken no laws. I had 
worked my ass off and gone out of my way to do more 
than my job, especially lately when they were really 
down on me and watching me so closely. I knew that they 
just wanted an excuse to get rid of me and it was so 
unfair. I worked so damned hard.

My supervisor, Mr. Rossi, gave me an annoyed look as if 
I was a constant pain in the ass. He pointed to a spot 
in front of his desk and then picked up a paper and 
read it. I recognized it. It was the paper that I had 
turned in explaining that I was requesting to be 
allowed one Saturday off a month to visit my husband 
and asking, or actually more like begging to be allowed 
to work extra hours or an extra shift to make up for 
it.

I needed the time off but I couldn't afford to miss 
work and make even less money than I was now.

I moved over in front of the desk and as I stood there 
silently waiting for him to speak I could see Mr. Rove, 
the plant manager staring at me from his chair a few 
feet to my side. I might have been wrong but I would 
swear that it looked like he was enjoying this.

They made me wait a long time before Mr. Rossi dropped 
my note on his desk and finally looked up at me. He 
leaned back in his chair and said, "You have really 
been a big disappointment to us Roberts. We took a 
chance hiring you. You swore that you would be a good 
worker. Out of the kindness of our hearts, even though 
we didn't think that you were the right person for the 
job, we gave you a shot. I'm really disappointed in 
you. You have turned into a first class slacker. It 
seems like all you can think about is time off. And as 
if that isn't bad enough, now you want me to rearrange 
everyone's schedule to satisfy you."

He shook his head in disgust and said, "Pretty damned 
arrogant if you ask me!"

I shook my head and said, "Oh no! Please, I can 
explain!"

He yelled, "I didn't say you could talk! I'm talking! 
Don't you dare interrupt me!"

I put my head down and tears of despair were running 
down my cheeks.

He yelled again, "Look at me Roberts! Don't stand there 
and ignore me! I can't believe I never realized how 
arrogant you are before. Are you too good to look at me 
now?"

I looked up but my eyes were full of tears and I only 
saw a blur. I whispered, "No sir, I'm sorry sir."

He was quiet for a few minutes and finally he said, "I 
would have thought that someone in your position would 
have tried harder. I guess that I'm going to have to 
let you go. I can't have…"

He stopped speaking when my legs collapsed and I fell 
to my knees. I covered my face and cried, too afraid 
even to beg.

He watched me for a couple of minutes and impatiently 
exclaimed, "Get up god damn it! This isn't high school 
and I'm not your drama coach. Your life may have turned 
into a damned soap opera but I don't have time for that 
crap."

I struggled to my feet and finally I had no choice. As 
scared as I was I had to beg. I wiped the tears from my 
eyes and pleaded, "Please Mr. Rossi, tear up the note. 
I don't need to visit my husband. I'm sorry. I guess I 
just wasn't thinking. There have been so many problems 
lately that I just get confused. Please sir. I have to 
have this job. Please don't fire me. I'll do anything 
to keep my job."

It wasn't until much later that I came to realize that 
those were the words that he was waiting to hear. My 
eyes had filled up with tears again and I couldn't see 
his face. My definition of "anything" and his were 
totally different. I was about to learn that the hard 
way.

I had stopped my pleading. There wasn't anything more 
that I could say. I didn't have much hope that he would 
take pity on me and give me another chance. I was just 
waiting for him to say that I was fired and tell me to 
get out of his office.

But the words didn't come. I don't know if time was 
passing in slow motion or if he was just taking a long 
time to think it over. I wiped the tears from my eyes 
and I saw him turn to Mr. Rove and smile.

I had begun to hope when he didn't immediately send me 
away. And at first, when he started talking again I 
didn't realize what he was leading up to. I just heard 
a carrot being dangled in front of me and I wanted 
desperately to grab it.

He said, "I'm not sure I believe that. Are you sure 
about that Roberts? If you meant that, I might be able 
to see my way clear to giving you another chance."

My heart leapt into my throat and I nodded my head 
violently. I cried out, "Yes sir! I promise! I need 
this job so desperately."

Any other dumb broad in the world would probably have 
seen where this was going. But not me! I had guys make 
passes at me all the time and I just ignored them. But 
I had never been placed in a position that even 
slightly resembled the position I was in now. I had 
never had someone that I work for say the things that 
Mr. Rossi was about to say. I almost fell to the floor 
again when he said, "I think that before we continue 
this discussion you should get undressed Roberts. I 
might be able to let you stay on. But you are going to 
have to audition for the job."

My jaw dropped open and I stared at Mr. Rossi in total 
disbelief. I turned and looked at Mr. Rove. They both 
had the same smug, arrogant expressions on their faces. 
They didn't care about me at all. All they cared about 
was that I was in an impossible situation and they saw 
it as an opportunity to use me for their amusement.

I turned back to Mr. Rossi and started to beg again. 
"Oh please Mr. Rossi! I'm not like that! I couldn't. 
I'm a married woman. I have kids. I have only been with 
my husband. Oh god. Mr. Rossi I'm a good girl."

He let me plead for a minute but I saw in his cold, 
cruel eyes that he was only allowing me continue 
because I was amusing him.

He finally said, "I don't mind your pleading, Roberts. 
In fact, it's giving me a hard on. But I want to see 
some skin. Either start taking off your clothes or get 
the hell out. I'll have the disbursing clerk mail you 
your last check. Of course that will probably take a 
month to process. But that's not my problem. So go 
ahead and beg if you want. But start getting undressed 
while you do it or get out of my office and don't come 
back. And I don't recommend that you use me for a 
reference when you start looking for a new job. You 
know how unhappy I am with your job performance."

I stared in disbelief at Mr. Rossi for a long time and 
finally he just said, "Get out."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't possibly do what 
he demanded of me. I had never undressed in front of 
any man but Mike. Even if I wanted to I didn't think I 
could make myself do it.

I looked down at the floor and turned towards the door. 
It was only six feet away but it seemed like a mile. I 
put my hand on the door knob and turned it. 

Before I opened the door Mr. Rossi said, "Once you step 
through that door the deal is off the table. I'm all 
you've got Roberts. You may hate this. But think about 
the alternative. Do you really want to be homeless and 
have the state take your kids away?"

I didn't turn around. I just whispered, "No sir."

I paused and then I said, "I just can't sir. I know 
that I couldn't do what you want. Even if I wanted to I 
couldn't."

There was a pause and he asked, "Would it be easier for 
you if I undressed you?"

I shuddered in revulsion at the very idea. But I hadn't 
left. I was still standing in his office. It isn't like 
I was hoping for a reprieve. I knew that wasn't going 
to happen. Did that mean that I was actually 
considering his offer?!

I might be slow but I wasn't stupid. I understood that 
the point of their demand was not that they wanted me 
to be undressed. Once I unbuttoned the first button on 
my top I knew that it would be taken as consenting to 
sex.

And there were two of them! It would have been 
impossible with just Mr. Rossi. But with Mr. Rove too! 

My mind was spinning out of control. I couldn't do what 
they demanded of me. Yet if I walked through that door 
now I would lose what little I had left in my life. And 
I would lose my kids. My children meant everything to 
me. But could I do what I would have to do to keep 
them?

I turned back to Mr. Rossi and started to speak. 
Nothing came out and I cleared my throat and tried 
again. In a very shaky voice I asked, "Just this once? 
If I do this it will be just this once, right?"

Mr. Rossi smiled and said, "What did I tell you 
Roberts? I said that you were auditioning for a job. 
This new job is going to require a different set of 
skills but we are willing to give you some time for on-
the-job training. You will still have to do your other 
job of course. But there will be some additional 
duties."

I took my hand away from the door knob and leaned my 
forehead against the door. I was crying quietly and I 
sobbed, "I have to think. I can't think."

Mr. Rossi said, "That's okay Roberts. I understand that 
this is hard for you. But I don't see where you have a 
choice. You aren't the smartest bitch I've got working 
for me but you manage to dress yourself and find your 
way home every night. You should be able to work this 
out without too much trouble. Now make up your fucking 
mind god damn it!"

I stepped away from the door but I didn't turn back 
around. With tears running down my cheeks I reached for 
the top button on my blouse and with shaking fingers I 
began to fumble with it. He was right. I didn't have a 
choice. I just had to keep telling myself that I was 
doing this for my kids.

I got the first button out of the button hole and 
started struggling with the second. I jumped when Mr. 
Rossi exploded at me, "Turn around stupid! What the 
hell do you think is the point of having you undress in 
front of us? We want to watch for Christ's sake! And 
get back over here in front of my desk where I told you 
to stand. I can see where it is going to take a lot of 
effort to train your dumb ass."

I turned around. But I kept my eyes on the floor. I 
couldn't stand to see their faces. It had been almost 
impossible to unbutton my top when I was standing with 
my back to them. It was so much worse now. I could feel 
them staring at me and I might be nearly as dumb as 
they said I was but I knew how much they were enjoying 
my discomfort.

It took me a long time to unbutton the first three 
buttons but my mind kind of went blank by the time I 
reached the lower buttons. My hands were still shaking 
but my fingers were working on automatic by the time I 
pulled my blouse out of my slacks and unfastened the 
last two buttons.

I hesitated again. I was wearing a modest, even 
somewhat matronly bra. It covered more than my bathing 
suit top did. But still, the idea that I was undressing 
in front of these two men was impossible to deal with. 
My brain was screaming at me, demanding that I stop 
what I was doing and run as fast as I could. I wanted 
to. I wanted that more than anything in the world. But 
I stood there, shaking like a leaf and telling myself 
over and over, "I'm doing this for my children."

I knew that I was delaying the inevitable. I kept 
expecting Mr. Rossi to yell at me. But I saw the look 
on his face and I realized that he was enjoying my 
inner turmoil nearly as much as he was going to enjoy 
my nudity, and the sexual abuse that would surely 
follow my becoming nude.

How could I possibly have sex with these two horrible 
men? How could I look Mike in the eye if I let this 
happen? But my blouse was unbuttoned now because I had 
been unable to find an alternative. My mind was darting 
around helplessly, desperate for some way out of this. 
The realization that there was no other choice, or 
rather there was no choice at all.

I was so scared that I was afraid I was going to be 
sick. But the fact that I had already unbuttoned my 
blouse was proof enough that I had already given in to 
their blackmail. I felt the air on my upper body as I 
lowered my blouse and let it slide off of my arms. I 
had never felt so vulnerable in my life. And it had 
just begun. I held my blouse in my hand for a moment. I 
didn't know where to put it. The only piece of 
furniture near me was Mr. Rossi's desk. 

I tentatively reached out to place my blouse on his 
desk. I saw the look on his face and knew that would be 
a mistake. Finally I dropped it on the dirty floor 
beside me.

I could more easily ignore Mr. Rove. He was just a dark 
presence off to the side, nearly out of my field of 
view. But Mr. Rossi was right in front of me and I 
couldn't help but see how much he was enjoying my 
anguish. 

I could feel Mr. Rossi's eyes on me just as surely as 
if he were reaching out with his sweaty hands and 
touching me. But it was about to get worse. It was bad 
enough, baring my full coverage, sensible, conservative 
bra which was only embarrassing because it was 
underwear. Now I was going to have to remove my pants. 
My panties were much more revealing. I was wearing a 
pair of plain, nylon briefs. I had a couple of sexy 
panties that I wore for Mike on special occasions. 
Except for those, all of my panties were plain, unsexy, 
nylon briefs. But even so, they were much more 
revealing than anything I had ever worn in front of 
anyone but my husband. 

I was terrified as my shaking fingers moved to my waist 
and struggled with the button there. It popped free 
much too easily. I slowly eased my zipper down and my 
loose pants fell open. I slipped my tennis shoes off 
and slid my pants down my legs. As I did I had the 
fleeting feeling of relief that I had recently removed 
the hair from them. But as soon as that thought darted 
through my mind I hated myself for it. Why the hell 
should I care if they didn't like my legs!

The blood was rushing through my brain and I could hear 
my heart beating. I pushed my pants down to my ankles. 
I stood up and pulled my feet free and pushed them over 
near my blouse with my foot. 

I was struck by the silence in the room. I could hear 
the faint hum of machinery coming from the work floor. 
I knew that there were people out there working hard, 
going about their normal lives. 

But in here, in this dark little office there were only 
these two horrible men and me. And I was totally 
helpless. I thought about what I was going to have to 
do next, bare my breasts to these animals. But I also 
thought about my kids and I knew that they would be 
worried about me when I was late getting home. I 
realized that I was going to have to get this over with 
as quickly as possible. 

I reached behind my back and struggled with the clasp 
to my bra. I took a deep breath and released the 
straps. I stared at the wall over Mr. Rossi's head and 
let the straps slide off of my shoulder and the cups 
come away from my breasts.

I heard his sharp intake of breath when he saw them. He 
said to Mr. Rove, "I'll be damned! Not bad! I knew she 
was hot but I figured a broad her age with two kids 
would look more like my wife. This bitch looks like a 
fucking teenager! This is some first class cunt we have 
here!"

I cringed in horror at his crude comments. Mr. Rove 
didn't respond. He had yet to say a word. But I felt 
his eyes as he stared at my body and I could feel the 
lust that these men were exuding. I was theirs. I had 
surrendered to them to use as they wished and the power 
that they had over me now was just about absolute. That 
absolute power was like an aphrodisiac to them, as if 
they needed one.

I dropped my bra on the floor. Even though I had become 
concerned with the time and wanted to get this over 
with I had a very hard time bringing myself to remove 
my last article of clothing. 

I told myself over and over, "Get this over with!" But 
that didn't make it any easier.

At last I eased my panty down over my hips and pushed 
it down to my knees. It fell to the floor and I kicked 
it over to the small pile of clothing I had built 
nearby. I left my ankle socks on and they didn't say 
anything about them.

I stood before them naked now. My hands were crossed in 
front of my sex and I wanted to yell at them now that I 
was naked to hurry up and get it over with so that I 
could go home and cry my eyes out and wallow in self 
pity. I thought I had every right to that one luxury.

Mr. Rove spoke for the first time since I entered the 
office. In a low but commanding voice he said, "Put 
your hands down and come over here. I want to look at 
you."

I let my arms fall to my sides and I turned to face 
him. He was totally in control here and it showed in 
his face. I shuffled across the space that separated 
us. It wasn't that far. I stopped when I was almost 
touching his knees.

He stared at my naked body for a long moment and then 
he reached out and cupped my left breast. I almost 
pulled away, but I caught myself in time. 

I reminded myself that I just needed to get this over 
with. I had already given myself to these dirty old 
men. I knew it. They knew it. It was all over but the 
rape.

Mr. Rove's hand released my breast and as his other 
hand reached around and cupped the cheek of my ass he 
slid his hand down my stomach to my pussy. He moved his 
finger over my slit and said, "Spread your legs cunt. I 
want to check out this sweet little pussy and see if 
it's as tight as it looks."

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me but I eased my 
legs apart. He tried to work his finger into my opening 
but I was so dry that he was having trouble. He pulled 
his finger away and forced it into my mouth. He said, 
"You're dry as a bone bitch. We're going to have to 
prime the pump a little before I can fuck you. I don't 
want to scrape the skin off of my dick when I shove it 
in there."

I gagged as his finger entered my mouth. His finger 
wasn't all that clean but I think it was mostly nerves 
that made me gag. 

He smiled and said, "You're going to have a hard time 
sucking our cocks if you can't suck my finger any 
better than that."

I was no longer crying quietly. I was sobbing openly 
and the tears were running down my face and raining 
down on my exposed tits. What made this so much harder 
was that I knew they were getting a kick out of that. 
My damsel in distress act was only empowering them all 
the more. When I thought about it later I realized that 
if I had been stronger, if I had just let them do what 
they wanted to do as if it were just another chore that 
I had to perform, they would have enjoyed it far less. 
If I had removed my clothing quietly and calmly and let 
them have their way they would not have had anywhere 
near as much fun as they were having now.

Mr. Rove pulled his finger out of my mouth and once 
more worked it into my dry pussy. He was more 
successful this time but as he worked his finger around 
and teased my clit with this thumb he must have been 
disappointed. I was not aroused in the least. I felt 
only humiliation and terror. At no time did my pussy 
begin to lubricate. 

After a couple of long minutes of suffering his crude 
touch he said, "I guess you just aren't going to get 
into this are you bitch? That's too bad. I guess you'll 
have to get my cock nice and wet. We wouldn't want to 
damage that tight little cunt."

He stood up and opened his pants and started pushing 
them down. I had stepped back to give him room. When I 
did I noticed Mr. Rossi off to my side taking pictures 
with a small digital camera. 

I screamed and covered myself with my arms. I cried 
out, "Stop that! You can't do that! Please Mr. Rossi, 
stop taking my picture!"

But he didn't stop. Instead, Mr. Rove reached out and 
slapped my face. In a firm voice he said, "You are just 
a cunt, Roberts. You don't say no, you don't give 
orders. You do what you are told. Now put your fucking 
arms down before I hurt you."

I slowly lowered my arms and he began taking pictures 
again. I think it was at that moment that I realized 
that I was broken. After that I did everything that I 
was told. Everything that happened from that moment on 
was a foregone conclusion anyway. In a very short time 
I had allowed them to beat me down and demoralize me. 
But the groundwork had been laid by the things that had 
already happened to me. I was already dangling at the 
end of my rope when they called me into the office this 
evening. They must have known before I came in that I 
was going to submit to them.

Mr. Rove pushed his pants down to his calves and sat 
back down. He forced me to my knees and said, "Okay 
bitch. Time for a little foreplay. Let's see if you are 
any good with that mouth of yours. Come on bitch. Show 
me how much you like my cock."

I leaned over and took his already hard cock into my 
mouth. As I started sucking it I saw Mr. Rossi coming 
closer to get some close-ups of me sucking his partner 
in crime's cock. 

I didn't mind sucking cock. I actually thought it was a 
pretty sexy thing to do and I did it often for my 
husband. But I had only done it for my husband and only 
out of love. This was all about degrading me, using me. 

I started out slowly but then I remembered that I had 
to get this over with. My kids would be worried and 
probably holding supper for me. Walking from the bus 
stop to my apartment was always a dangerous thing to 
do, but even more so after dark.

I started to work at it. I took most of his cock into 
my mouth and sucked it as enthusiastically as I could. 

While I was doing that, Mr. Rossi moved around behind 
me and started distracting me with instructions. He 
ordered me to spread my legs farther apart. The digital 
camera was silent. There was sound of a shutter 
clicking. But I knew that he was taking my picture from 
behind. He ordered me to reach down and play with my 
pussy and then to spread it open. 

There was a short pause while he took more pictures and 
then he ordered me to reach back with both hands and 
spread my ass open for him. 

I had been supporting my weight by resting my arms on 
Mr. Rove's thigh while I sucked his cock. When I 
reached back I lost my balance and his cock slipped 
into the back of my throat and I started gagging. I 
tried to obey Mr. Rossi and still defend myself from 
the cock in my mouth. Mr. Rove, however, liked the 
feeling of having most of his cock in my mouth and his 
hands reached out and grasped the sides of my head 
while Mr. Rossi photographed me in these humiliating 
poses. 

I stayed like that as long as I could but finally I 
brought my arms back around and rested them on Mr. 
Rove's thighs again. I gasped for breath and I tried to 
pull my head back up. Before I could he groaned in 
pleasure and pulled my face down over his cock 
violently. 

I think that the three of us were equally surprised 
when his cock slid down into my throat. Mr. Rossi got a 
few pictures but I started struggling to free myself. 

I finally pulled back and gasped for air but as soon as 
I had recovered slightly he pulled me down again. He 
repeated the process several more times and then he 
slapped my face again. 

I stopped struggling and he said, "I want you to do 
that from now on. It's all part of being a good 
cocksucker. You want to be a good cocksucker don't you 
bitch? I'm going to turn your head loose now and I want 
you to show me that you can do it on your own. Once 
you've proved it to me we can go ahead and fuck. I'm 
not going to feed you my cum this time. Maybe later. 
But I want to see that you are learning. Remember, this 
is your audition. You have to try really hard to get 
this job."

He took his hands away and I took a deep breath and 
steeled myself for what I knew that I had to do. I 
forced my lips down his shaft and I think I surprised 
myself more than I surprised them when his cock slipped 
into my throat again. I repeated it several times but 
as I degraded myself this way my brain was focusing on 
what he had said. There was going to be a next time. It 
wouldn't be over after he had fucked me. 

I had realized it of course. I knew that I was not just 
going to get fucked one time and then it would be over. 
And they had already said that it was not going to be 
just one time. But hearing it, knowing it, how could I 
deal with this? These men could now rape me anytime 
that they wanted to. And I didn't doubt that they would 
want to rape me often. 

Mr. Rove was satisfied that I could take his cock into 
my throat on my own and he pushed my head away. He 
ordered me to my feet and he stood up. He slipped his 
shoes off and pulled his legs free of his pants and 
then he grabbed my nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger and pulled me over to Mr. Rossi's desk. He 
turned me around and sat me up on the desk and ordered 
me to cup my breasts and offer them to him. 

I obeyed and Mr. Rossi got a few more humiliating 
pictures. I was ordered to lie back then and place my 
heels on the edge of the desk and spread my legs as 
wide as I could. More pictures were taken and then I 
was ordered to hold my pussy open and smile for the 
camera.

I spread my pussy for the camera but I was crying 
loudly now and a smile was out of the question. I 
suspect that he was being sarcastic anyway.

I was still holding myself open when Mr. Rove stepped 
between my legs and I felt the head of his cock being 
pushed between my fingers and into my pussy. This was 
the last straw. A man who was not my husband, a rapist, 
was about to enter my most private place with his cock. 
He was going to rape me. He was going to shoot his cum 
inside of my body. And Mr. Rossi was continuing to 
memorialize the event with his digital camera.

I felt like something inside me died when his cock 
entered me. It had been building up to this moment 
since I entered the office this evening. I knew that 
this horrible thing was coming almost from the very 
beginning. That didn't make it any less traumatic when 
it actually happened. 

I took my hand away from my pussy and covered my face. 
I moaned in utter revulsion as his dick, wet still with 
my saliva, entered me. Saliva is not a very good 
lubricant and it was painful as he forced his cock into 
me. But the physical pain couldn't compare to the 
mental anguish I felt.

I lay on my back on the desk. Mr. Rossi was still 
taking pictures as his boss fucked me violently. I 
stared at the ceiling and prayed that it wouldn't last 
much longer. My traitorous pussy had begun to lubricate 
and the physical pain started to wane. But the mental 
pain just kept building.

Several times Mr. Rossi put that fucking camera right 
in my face and captured my anguish. They were both 
turned on by how much I hated this.

Mr. Rove finally reached out and grabbed one of my tits 
in each hand. He squeezed them until I cried out in 
pain and then he froze over me and I knew that he was 
cumming inside of me.

I had been expecting it but having it happen, having to 
live through it; it was almost more than my mind could 
accept. I whispered, "Oh god no. Please let me wake up 
from this nightmare."

Mr. Rove laughed and said, "This isn't a nightmare 
Roberts. This is a fucking wet dream."

He finally pulled his soft, slimy cock out of me and I 
looked down to see Mr. Rossi hand him the camera. When 
his hands were free he stepped forward and shoved his 
already exposed, already hard cock into me as soon as 
Mr. Rove was out of the way.

I grunted in renewed pain as he attacked me with his 
cock. I don't know why they felt the need to be so 
violent. I had already surrendered to them. Were they 
punishing me for something? Were they trying to make it 
clear to me that they owned me now? Or did they just 
enjoy hurting me?

Mr. Rove circled around us getting more of those 
humiliating pictures for several minutes. Then he put 
the camera down and approached the other side of the 
desk. He turned my face and twisted my neck and when I 
cried out he stuffed his slimy cock back into my mouth.

My mind finally couldn't take anymore. I remember 
everything that happened after that. But while it was 
happening it was like it was happening to someone else. 
The pain disappeared and the anguish receded and it was 
almost like I was standing in the corner watching these 
two men rape me.

It seemed to last a long time but it probably was only 
a few more minutes before Mr. Rossi desecrated my body 
with his slimy spend and came to a stop.

We, all three of us, stayed like that for a couple of 
minutes. No one spoke or moved. Then Mr. Rossi pulled 
his cock out of me and Mr. Rove picked the camera up 
and took more pictures as I was forced to clean another 
slimy cock with my mouth.

They made a few nasty comments about me and Mr. Rossi 
started getting dressed. I just remained in place, 
waiting for the next order.

Mr. Rossi left the office and was gone for fifteen or 
twenty minutes. I guess he was checking on the workroom 
floor, putting in an appearance.

While he was gone, Mr. Rove returned to his seat on the 
side of the room. He ordered me to get up and stand in 
front of him. I obeyed, struggling to sit up and ignore 
the pain in my abused body.

When I was standing where he wanted me he slapped my 
thigh and I spread my legs open for him. He stared at 
my freshly fucked pussy and said, "You have a lovely 
cunt Roberts. I am really going to enjoy our new 
working relationship. Now, get down there and let's see 
how long it takes you to get me hard and suck some more 
cum out of my old balls. It's been a long time since I 
came twice in one night. But I'm pretty sure a sexy 
little thing like you can make it happen."

I took is cock back in my mouth and sucked him had hard 
as I could. I thought that he was never going to get 
hard. Mr. Rossi came back in the room and sat as his 
desk and watched. I was sure that the younger and more 
fit Mr. Rossi would want another turn too. I didn't 
know how I could manage it. I had already been 
exhausted after another long day at work. Now I was 
being pushed far beyond exhaustion. My throat was 
killing me and my body was sore from this unnatural 
position I was forced to assume. I just wanted to go 
home to my kids.

Mr. Rove finally achieved erection and I started taking 
the last couple inches of his cock into my throat 
again. I teased his wrinkled balls with my finger tips. 
I tried everything that I could think of to get him to 
cum. 

Finally I think he came. To be honest I wasn't sure. 
His body shuddered and there was just a hint of a 
bitter fluid on my tongue and then he stopped me and 
ordered me to hold his cock in my mouth until he was 
soft.

He left me like that for a good then minutes before he 
pushed me away. He stood up and pulled his clothes back 
on. Then the whistle blew and I was startled to realize 
that it was midnight.

Mr. Rossi went out to watch everyone punch out and then 
check the workroom floor. While he was gone, Mr. Rove 
forced me to pose for more degrading pictures. They 
were really juvenile and humiliating and I realized 
that it was done to degrade me and humiliate me, not 
because they really wanted pictures of me. Still, I 
couldn't help wondering what would be done with the 
pictures.

Mr. Rossi came back in and it was now almost twelve-
thirty in the morning. The last bus ran at one. I was 
getting nervous.

Mr. Rossi finally ordered me to get dressed. I moved 
over to the pile of clothes beside his desk and I 
reached down for my underwear. He said, "Don't bother 
with those. In fact, don't wear them anymore. They just 
get in the way."

I tossed my bra and panty on his desk and pulled my 
pants up over my oozing pussy and fastened them. As I 
began to put my top on Mr. Rove said, "I don't guess we 
have to explain your position around here now do we?"

I started to respond but he didn't give me a chance. He 
continued, "From now on you come in and do your job 
just like always. Except from now on you have another 
job. Any time Mr. Rossi, Mr. Gant or I give you an 
order you obey without question. If we order you to 
come to our office and suck our cocks or fuck us or any 
other fucking swinging dick you jump. We own your ass 
now and we intend to use it. Are we going to have a 
problem with you?"

I quietly responded, "No sir."

I continued dressing and then I remembered the note 
that got me into this mess. Without much hope I asked, 
"What about my husband sir? I can only visit him on 
Saturdays."

The men looked at each other and after Mr. Rove nodded 
Mr. Rossi said, "You can go see him every other 
Saturday. But your pay will be docked for every hour 
you miss."

What the hell, it was just another bitch-slap as life 
pounded me into the ground.

I glanced at the time when I was dressed and exclaimed, 
"Oh no!"

They looked at me questioningly and I whispered, "I'm 
going to miss the last bus."

Mr. Rossi said, "I thought you had a junker car you 
were driving." 

I said, "It's gone. It was impounded."

He laughed and said, "Your loser husband sure did fuck 
you over bitch. Where do you live?"

I told him and he shook his head and said, "That would 
be a bitch of a walk. A pretty white girl walking 
through that part of town probably wouldn't make it at 
this time in the morning."

He chuckled and said, "I'll give you a ride. But it is 
going to cost you."

I whispered, "Thank you sir."

He ordered me to wait out by his car and I went outside 
and stood there self consciously for a few minutes 
until he came out. I was uncomfortable. I could feel 
the crotch of my pants getting soaked as their cum 
oozed out of me. I felt so nasty. I was also nervous 
about how he expected me to pay for my ride home.

He finally came out and let me in the car. He lifted 
the center console and ordered me to take my blouse off 
again. I obeyed quickly, anxious to get home and have 
this night over with.

When my top was off he started his car and pushed the 
seat back a little farther. Then he opened his pants 
and pulled his soft cock out and ordered me to suck him 
off on the way home.

I wasn't too worried about being seen. The streets were 
deserted at this time in the morning. But it was still 
a humiliating thing to do. I tried lying on the seat 
and sucking him off that way but he said, "No bitch. 
Get up on your knees on the seat."

I obeyed and once I was in position his hand clamped 
down on my tit and I started sucking him. I hated it 
just as much as I had a little while ago in the office 
but I wanted to get this done so I could go to my 
apartment and collapse in my bed and cry my heart out 
in peace.

Unfortunately it took him a long time to get hard again 
and he was not anywhere near cumming when he pulled up 
in front of my apartment. I thought that if he insisted 
that we finish we could do it right there in his front 
seat. He had a different idea.

He shut the car off and grabbed my top. He said, "I 
guess you are going to have to finish inside bitch. Get 
out."

The blood drained out of my head, and not because I was 
about to have to walk to my apartment topless. My two 
kids would be worried about me coming home several 
hours late and they were almost certain to come out to 
see if I was alright when I went in, if they weren't 
waiting in the living room.

I got out of the car and quietly begged Mr. Rossi not 
to do this. I tried to explain that my kids might see 
me and he said, "Maybe they'll learn something. I just 
really don't give a shit Roberts. You've already 
screwed up by arguing with me. It wasn't fifteen 
minutes ago you were told that you would be required to 
obey without question. Fifteen fucking minutes and you 
have forgotten already. Or are you just flat 
disobeying?"

I was crying again and I exclaimed, "No sir! I wouldn't 
disobey. But my kids! They can't see me like this!"

He smiled and said, "Maybe that would be the 
appropriate punishment for you. Now shut the fuck up 
bitch."

He grabbed my arm and asked, "Which apartment?"

I told him and he pulled me up the stairs and down the 
narrow hallway to my apartment. I unlocked the door and 
he turned the knob and pushed it wide open. 

Just as I feared my two teenagers were sitting on the 
couch waiting for me to come home. Mr. Rossi pulled me 
into the tiny living room and shut the door behind me. 

I saw the look of shock on my children's faces and I 
tried to cover my chest. I heard Mr. Rossi say, "Uh-uh. 
Put your arms down bitch."

I groaned in horror as he pulled me into the small 
living room. I started to order the kids to their rooms 
but Mr. Rossi snapped at me, "Shut up bitch. You'll 
have something to do with your mouth in a minute."

My daughter was staring in shock and she suddenly came 
to her senses and shook her brother's shoulder and 
said, "Come on Phil. We need to go to bed."

Phil suddenly realized that he was staring at my 
exposed breasts and he turned bright red and started to 
get up.

Mr. Rossi said, "You kids stay right where you are. 
Your mother had a long, hard day at work but she has 
one more job to do before her day is done. Then she can 
explain everything."

Laura looked terrified but she ignored him and 
continued to try to get Phil up. Mr. Rossi got 
irritated and snapped, "I guess your whole damn family 
has a hard time doing what they are told." Then he 
yelled, "I said sit down god damn it!"

Phil hadn't moved. Laura looked at me and I nodded. She 
sat back down beside her brother and I saw that she was 
crying. But there was nothing that I could do until Mr. 
Rossi left. But then, what could I do after he left? 
How could I take away the memory of what they were 
about to see?

There were only two pieces of furniture in the room. 
Mr. Rossi stood in front of the chair. My kids were on 
the couch, close enough that I could reach out and 
touch them.

He ordered me to take my pants off. I stared at the 
wall over his head and opened my pants while my kids 
watched in disbelief. I let them fall to my ankles and 
I stepped out of them. 

I kicked the soiled pants away and Mr. Rossi said, "So 
you are finally getting smart! Good girl. Now pull my 
pants down and let's do this. Then you can explain your 
new job to your kids."

I whispered, "Please, I'll do anything you want. Please 
don't make me do this in front of my kids."

He grinned and said, "If you would rather we can get 
your daughter to stand up here and take your place. 
She's a little hottie."

I gasped in shock that he would even suggest it. I 
don't know why I was shocked. Not after what he had 
already done, and what he was doing now. I had to get 
this monster out of my apartment. There was only one 
way to do that. I quickly unfastened his belt and 
opened his pants. I pushed them down to his knees but 
he said, "Go ahead and take them off."

I dropped to my knees and pulled off his shoes and then 
his pants and his underwear. I dropped his pants on the 
couch beside Laura and he lifted one leg and draped it 
over the arm of his chair. His foot dangled down just 
inches from Laura's knee.

He just smiled at me and waited for me to return to 
sucking his cock. I leaned down and took his cock into 
my mouth and started sucking as enthusiastically as 
possible. I was being raped in front of my two teenage 
children and I could not imagine anything more 
humiliating or more degrading. But I was more concerned 
with the effect that this would have on them later. 
This was the kind of thing that could damage a kid for 
life.

While I sucked desperately at his cock Mr. Rossi 
engaged my children in conversation! He asked my 
fourteen year old son if he had ever seen a sexier 
broad than me. Phil didn't answer and Mr. Rossi said, 
"Really kid, check her out. Look at those tits. I don't 
know about you but I think those are just about 
perfect. Really amazing, especially on a woman your 
mom's age. I was really impressed when she stripped 
down at the office a little while ago and I first saw 
them. And check out that ass! Is that a perfect ass or 
what? I bet your sister has a cute little ass too. Her 
tits aren't as big but they look pretty hot. I may have 
to check that out."

I redoubled my efforts and fought to give him the most 
exciting blowjob that I could. I had to get him out of 
my house! He had gotten hard again instantly but he was 
taking forever to cum.

He turned to Laura again and said, "Your mother seems 
to be having a hard time getting me off girl. What's 
your name?"

My daughter was obviously in shock and wasn't entirely 
sure that she had to respond to the man raping my 
mouth. But he snapped at her, "I asked you a fucking 
question, bitch!"

She gasped again and quietly responded, "Laura, my name 
is Laura."

He growled, "Sir! Your name is Laura sir. Didn't his 
cunt teach you any manners?"

Laura didn't answer and Mr. Rossi said, "As I was 
saying, your mom seems to be having a hard time sucking 
my cock. I think I need some added stimulation. I want 
you to pull your top up so I can see your tits. I think 
that would turn me on."

I started to pull my head up and plead with him to 
leave her alone but he held my head down and after a 
brief struggle I knew that I had lost and I returned to 
sucking his cock as hard as I could.

There was a brief pause and then Mr. Rossi yelled, "God 
damn it! I don't like to repeat myself. Look at this 
bitch in my lap girl! Do you not get the idea that 
everything has changed? You dad is in prison where he 
belongs and this bitch belongs to me now. She does what 
I want, where I want. I own her. I own your ass too if 
I want it!"

He paused again and then he yelled, "Stand up!"

I heard Laura jump out of her seat. I was sobbing 
hysterically now but I didn't stop what I was doing. I 
had to end this!"

Mr. Rossi growled, "What's your name boy?"

Phil answered hesitantly.

Mr. Rossi said, "Your sister seems to be a little shy. 
I want you to stand up and take her top off. And don't 
give me anymore shit. I'm just about at the end of my 
patience here. I'm not used to having to repeat myself 
but your whole damn family seems pretty fucking dense. 
Now get the fuck up and do what I told you!"

I heard Phil get up and I heard him whisper something 
to Laura. I couldn't tell what it was. I heard the 
rustle of clothing being removed and Mr. Rossi said, 
"Get rid of that cute little bra too."

There was a brief pause and he said, "Not bad! You got 
some growing to do but those are some real cute tits 
girl."

He turned back to my son and said, "Phil, go ahead and 
take those short off of her too. And if she's wearing 
panties those will have to go. I want to see how her 
body compares to her hot mom's sweet little body."

I heard Laura crying quietly and I heard the rustle of 
clothing as my son undressed my daughter for the 
amusement of my boss.

Life wasn't satisfied with bitch-slapping me into 
submission. Now it was my children who were being 
beaten down.

Mr. Rossi ran his hand over my head and said, "Oh yeah! 
It won't be long now, bitch. Your little girl is 
turning me on."

He turned back to my kids and said, "Phil, how well do 
you know your sister?"

I didn't hear the response.

Mr. Rossi asked, "Is she a virgin?"

Still I heard no response.

Mr. Rossi said, "I think we should find out. I'm 
curious, aren't you?"

Laura exclaimed, "I am! I'm a virgin! I'm only fifteen. 
Please stop this!"

My boss said, "Honey, that is the one thing that you 
can never take a broad's word for."

He turned to Phil and said, "Boy, put your finger in 
the entrance to your sister's cunt and tell me if she 
is wet."

In a moment he said, "Shit! Dry as a bone. I hope she 
don't turn out as frigid as your mother is. You're 
going to have to put your finger in your mouth and get 
it wet. Then you stick it in real slow until you feel 
her cherry up in there. But be real careful. You don't 
want to bust it. Well, you might want to bust it but 
you want to do that with your cock, not your finger."

Laura squealed and Mr. Rossi snapped, "Stand still god 
damn it!"

A moment later I heard Phil say, "Yes sir. She's a 
virgin."

That was when he finally came in my mouth. There hadn't 
been any warning and I wasn't prepared. I gagged at 
first but then I controlled myself and let him finish. 
I swallowed his load and held his cock in my mouth 
until he let me up.

He finally pushed me away and sat staring at Laura's 
naked body for a long, uncomfortable moment. I didn't 
want to look. It broke my heart to see her like that. 
Her humiliation was obvious on her face. I had not seen 
her naked in four or five years. I had, of course, 
watched her body mature over that time and I was proud 
that she was turning into such a beautiful, poised, 
intelligent young woman with a real good head on her 
shoulders.

To see her now, naked in front of a cruel stranger and 
forced to allow her younger brother to explore her 
virginal opening for the amusement of the interloper 
was the last straw. I collapsed in at his feet and 
cried hysterically into my hands as Mr. Rossi dressed 
just inches from my daughter. 

When he was fully dressed he nudged me with his foot. I 
took my hands away from my face and looked numbly up 
into his red, sweaty face. He ordered me to stand and 
when I was up and facing him he growled, "Am I going to 
have a problem with you bitch?"

I stared at him vacantly for a moment, not even sure 
what he was asking.

He looked disgusted and impatient. He shook his head 
and asked, "You are going to keep this to yourself, 
right? You would hate to lose your new job wouldn't 
you? You really appreciate the great opportunity that 
you have now because you don't want to lose your kids 
or be homeless, right?"

I whispered despondently, "Yes sir. I'm not going to be 
a problem."

He smiled and said, "You need to hurry up and explain 
your new job to your kids and get some sleep. You don't 
want to be late to work in the morning and force me to 
punish you."

I whispered, "Yes sir."

He reached out before he left and held my left breast 
in his left hand and my daughter's right breast in his 
right hand and weighed them in his hands. After a long 
moment he said, "Fucking fantastic!"

Then he left.

I ran to the door and locked it after he left. I turned 
and leaned against it and caught my breath. Laura was 
rushing to put her top and her shorts on and Phil was 
struggling in vain not to ogle me and his sister.

When she was covered, Laura rushed from the room and 
came back with my robe. I put it on and sat on the 
couch and struggled to control the tears. 

Laura asked quietly, "Do you want to talk or do you 
want us to leave you alone?"

I quietly responded, "I want to die."

Laura put her arms around me and held me while I calmed 
down. I couldn't look my kids in the face. When I felt 
like I was under control I said, "I'm sorry. I 
shouldn't have said that. And Laura, I am so, so sorry. 
I'm sorry you had to see that and I'm sorry for what 
happened to you."

Phil was crying quietly and he said, "Laura, I'm sorry. 
Please forgive me. I didn't know what to do."

Laura reached around me squeezed her brother's hand and 
said, "I know squirt. He didn't give anyone a chance to 
say no to him. It was pretty obvious that for some 
reason we had to do what he said. It wasn't your fault 
and I'm not mad at you."

Then she turned to me and asked, "What's going on mom?"

I sighed deeply and gave them the R rated version. They 
had seen enough of the X rated version that I was sure 
that their minds could fill in the details. I told them 
about being given the choice of losing custody of my 
children and becoming homeless or submitting to the two 
monsters at work. I explained that I saw no alternative 
but to surrender to them but at the time, and up until 
we actually entered the apartment, I had no idea that 
they were going to become involved.

I explained that until I could find another job I had 
to do what they wanted. The people at Social Services 
were watching me like a hawk. Everyone was quiet for a 
moment and I suddenly realized something. I put my arms 
around their shoulders and pulled them close and said, 
"Oh god! What was I thinking! Kids, I'm sorry. I was 
just thinking of myself. Of course we need to contact 
Social Services. You have to get out of here. I have no 
idea what is going to happen. He could come back here 
at any time and the next time he might do more than 
look at you Laura. I want you to go down to the office 
tomorrow morning and ask to use the phone. Call Social 
Services and tell them something. I don't know. Tell 
them you're hungry and there's no food. I don't care, 
tell them the truth. You need to get out of here before 
it's too late. God, what was I thinking! Of course you 
can't stay here now!"

Laura pulled me tight and said, "Not gonna happen."

I turned to look in her face and said, "God I love you 
kids. I don't want you to go. But you saw what just 
happened. This was just the first night! If he comes 
over here again you probably won't be a virgin when he 
leaves."

Laura said calmly, "Virginity is highly overrated. I 
know lots of girls that aren't virgins and they are 
perfectly happy and well adjusted."

I turned to face her and held her shoulders in a firm 
grip and I said, "Laura, I'm talking about getting 
raped by a dirty old man. It happened to me tonight and 
I want you to take my word for it, you won't like it."

She had tears in her eyes but she held firm. She said, 
"I didn't say that I thought I was going to like it. 
But I'm not leaving you. This isn't your fault. None of 
this is your fault. You work so hard and you try to 
make everyone happy but yourself. I love you and I 
refuse to desert you. No matter what that horrible man 
might do to me I am going to stay with you and Phil and 
we are going to be a family and we are going to get 
through this. We can leave the discussion of the birds 
and the bees for when you are rested and can think more 
clearly. I wouldn't want to have that discussion when 
you were so tired that you couldn't remember all of 
your questions."

I stared at her in confusion for a second until I 
realized she had been joking. I hugged her tight. I 
didn't laugh but I was amused. And the break in the 
tension really helped. I slumped back against the 
cushion and looked over at Phil. I saw him staring at 
me with that look again and I realized that my robe was 
gaping open and my breast was exposed. 

I glanced down at it and I couldn't help wondering what 
he must think of the things he had seen tonight, and 
the things he had done. I pulled him closer and asked, 
"What about you squirt? How would you like to go to a 
home where you ate good meals on a regular basis and 
got to watch television at night or listen to music?"

He was trying not to stare down to see if I was still 
exposed. I didn't fully understand boys. He had already 
seen all that there was to see. But I guess they can't 
help themselves. It's in their DNA. I ignored his 
wandering eyes and he finally realized that I was 
waiting for an answer. He brought his eyes back up to 
my face and whispered, "Sorry."

I smiled and said, "I understand Phil. Guys like to 
look. They can't help it. It's part of being a guy. 
Don't apologize. I think you were pretty amazing 
tonight. I'm proud of you."

He blushed and said, "First of all, don't call me 
squirt. You know I hate that! Second, I'm not leaving. 
If you try to put me in a foster home I will run away 
and come back. I'm with Laura. Everyone around you is 
fucking with you."

He panicked when that slipped out and he clapped his 
hand over his mouth.

He exclaimed, "Oh god! I'm sorry mom! I..."

I pulled him close and kissed him and said, "Fuck it! 
Don't give it a second thought."

I heard Laura chuckle behind me and Phil grinned 
sheepishly. He said, "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful."

Then he returned to his train of thought. "Everyone is 
messing with you and you never did anything to deserve 
it. You have always been a great mom and we love you. 
We can't protect you. But we can be here for you and we 
can give you a shoulder to cry on and if you think that 
we would leave you alone at a time like this then you 
don't know us very well."

He was silent for a moment and then he said with a 
completely deadpan expression, "Besides, I got to know 
my sister and my mother a whole lot better than I ever 
thought I would."

Laura chuckled, which amazed me. Then she said, "You 
won't think it's so amusing if the next time he's here 
I end up checking your virginity, squirt."

I looked at my two kids in amazement. After what had 
just happened in this room tonight I was shocked at how 
well they seemed to be adjusting, especially Laura. I 
am pretty sure that if I had been through what she just 
went through when I was her age I would have been 
curled up in a ball on the floor for days.

I was mentally and physically exhausted but I didn't 
think that we had resolved our problem. Unfortunately I 
was so tired that I couldn't think. I finally gave up. 
I got to my feet and said, "I can't think straight 
tonight. We'll talk about it tomorrow night. You kids 
go to bed. I want you to think seriously about what we 
just talked about. These guys aren't like mobsters or 
anything. They are just dirty old men. But Laura, that 
won't make any difference if one of them, or two of 
them, or even all three of them come over here some 
night and decide that they want to have sex with a 
beautiful fifteen year old girl. I won't be able to 
stop them and Phil won't be able to stop them. You 
shouldn't have to worry about that. I'm serious. Think 
long and hard about what happened in here when I got 
home."

I took both kids by the hand and pulled them down the 
hall. I hadn't eaten anything but a piece of toast for 
breakfast. But I wasn't hungry. I was just tired. I 
said good night and went to my room. I dropped my robe 
on the floor and collapsed on my bed. 

The next thing I knew someone was shaking me violently. 
I opened my eyes and I saw Phil with a worried look on 
his face. He saw my eyes open slowly and said, "I'm 
sorry mom, I just got up and I saw that you weren't up 
yet. You must not have heard your alarm."

I felt that panicky feeling in the pit of my stomach 
and I looked anxiously at my alarm clock. I sat up 
groggily and suddenly realized that I was naked. Phil 
saw the look on my face and grinned sheepishly. He 
said, "I knocked and knocked and you didn't answer. I 
was afraid that something was wrong. Besides, I've seen 
it all now. What the hell!"

I laughed and pulled his head down and kissed him. Then 
I said, "Get the hell out of here."

I was fifteen minutes late getting up. I had to hurry 
but I was pretty sure that I had time to shower and get 
dressed. I didn't have time for breakfast but we didn't 
have anything in the house to eat anyway. I suddenly 
remembered that after everything that happened last 
night they had forgotten to give me my paycheck. At 
least I hope they forgot. 

I got up and rushed around and left for work only a few 
minutes late. I had been slowed down when after I was 
dressed I remembered that I was no longer allowed to 
wear underwear. I had to quickly undress and take my 
bra and panties off. 

I got out to the bus stop just as my bus was 
approaching but it was full and it drove right past 
without even slowing down. I fretted for ten minutes 
until the next bus arrived and it was full too. But the 
driver stopped and I managed to squeeze on and work my 
way beyond the white line.

I didn't understand why the buses were so crowded. I 
had only been riding the buses for a few weeks but 
normally on Saturday they were less than half full in 
the morning. I heard some people talking behind me and 
discovered that there was a big festival down on the 
waterfront today. 

Traffic was heavy too and I was starting to get very 
nervous. I had been warned about being late and I knew 
they would be watching for me. Tardiness was something 
that they had a very low tolerance for anyway. 

I walked as fast as I could from the bus stop to the 
plant and when I clocked in I was three minutes late. 
Mr. Gant, the dayshift supervisor was standing there by 
the time clock, as usual. 

I said, "I'm sorry Mr. Gant. The buses were packed 
because of the festival and the first one didn't even 
stop to pick me up. Then the traffic was so heavy that 
we were late. I swear it wasn't my fault."

He just said, "In my office."

He waited for me to enter the hallway and he followed 
me into the supervisor's office. He closed the door 
behind me and said, "Stand in front of my desk and 
strip Roberts."

Oh no! Not again! But of course they would have told 
him about me. I felt my body quivering with renewed 
shame and anticipation of the humiliation that I knew I 
was about to suffer. 

I had had the breath knocked out of me as soon as I 
heard that word. "Strip."

But after that there were no surprises and although 
this was not something that I wanted to get used to it 
was easier this time than it had been last night. Mr. 
Gant came around and sat at his desk. He leaned back 
and grinned as I unbuttoned my blouse. I tossed it on 
the floor nearby and slid my sneakers off with my toes. 
I unfastened my pants and stepped out of them and stood 
up and waited for the next degrading order.

I waited with my head down. He sat there and stared at 
my naked body for a minute or so. He ordered me to turn 
around slowly. 

When I faced him again he stood up and walked around 
his desk. He stood behind me and his hands began to 
move over my body, exploring every inch. 

Mr. Gant was about fifty. He was tall and skinny and he 
was just as mean as Mr. Rossi and Mr. Rove, maybe even 
worse. He pulled me against him and one of his hands 
cupped my left tit and his other came around and began 
to worm its way into my dry pussy. 

I grunted in pain but he didn't care. As he worked his 
finger into me he said, "Shit, they were right. You 
don't grease up worth a damn."

He pulled his finger out of my pussy and stuck it into 
my mouth. I sucked it like a small cock and made it as 
wet as I could. He let me suck on it for a while, just 
because he knew how humiliating it was. He finally 
pulled his finger out of my mouth and pushed me roughly 
down over his desk. He held me down with his hand on 
the middle of my back and kicked my legs a little 
further apart. 

When he was satisfied with my stance he asked in a 
quiet, conversational tone of voice, "Do you know what 
my wife has never let me do, bitch?"

I quietly replied, "No sir."

He said, "My wife of almost thirty years has never let 
me fuck her ass."

As he spoke he started forcing his damp finger into my 
ass forcefully.

My body stiffened and my head came up off the desk. I 
grunted in pain and just before I started to beg him 
not to I remembered that I had been late for work. 
Maybe if I submitted easily to this he would let that 
go.

Like Mr. Gant's wife, I had never been fucked in the 
ass. As far as I know, Mike had never wanted that. I 
certainly didn't! But now I waited nervously while he 
explored my asshole with his finger. Just his finger 
hurt like hell. I couldn't imagine what a cock would 
feel like back there. Well, that's not true. I could 
imagine it and the image that came to mind was very 
unpleasant. I hoped that he didn't damage me back 
there.

He stopped messing with my butt and stood up straight. 
I heard him pulling his pants down and when he was 
ready he said, "Turn around and suck on my cock for a 
couple of minutes. Get it nice and wet, bitch."

I pushed up off of the desk and turned around. I bent 
down and lifted the tails of his shirt and was a little 
bit relieved when I saw his cock. It was probably only 
five inches long and not much thicker than my thumb. I 
wasn't looking forward to what he wanted me to do but 
at least he didn't have a cock like Mr. Rove's.

I took him into my mouth easily and sucked on his cock, 
taking great pains to get him as wet as I could. He 
only kept me like that for a minute before he ordered 
me back over the desk. 

I heard him spit in his hand and I felt a warm gob of 
spit being applied to my ass. He wormed his finger into 
me again, moved it in and out of me several times and 
then stepped up and began forcing his hard cock into 
me. 

I grunted and then groaned in pain as he worked his 
cock into me. As it got deeper and deeper he sighed 
loudly and said, "Jesus that feels good! Your ass is so 
fucking hot, bitch! We are going to be doing this a 
lot. I may never fuck my wife again!"

He started fucking me with short, rapid strokes and it 
would have been nicer if he had used some lubrication 
but it actually wasn't that bad. While he fucked me he 
reached around and shoved the damp finger that had been 
in my ass and was now covered with his spit into my 
mouth and ordered me suck it clean. It was disgusting 
but I had been through worse last night.

I held on to the other side of the desk and grunted 
with every stroke but it was all over in three or four 
minutes. I sighed with relief when he stopped moving 
and then I waited for him to pull out. 

He didn't actually pull out of me. His cock got soft 
and kind of popped out of me. He pulled me up by my 
hair and forced me to my knees. He gathered his 
shirttails and held them out of the way so that he 
could watch while I sucked his cock clean. It sounds 
pretty nasty but it was just a little slimy. My butt 
had been clean.

After a few minutes he pushed me away and pulled his 
pants up. He ordered me to my feet and I thought that 
it was over. I waited until he went back around his 
desk and said, "Mr. Gant, they forgot to give me my pay 
last night. I am out of food. I need it desperately."

He glanced at me and then opened his desk drawer. He 
looked up then and said, "I have it. You can pick it up 
after your shift."

I said, "Thank you. Can I get dressed now?"

He smiled and said, "No. You were three minutes late, 
remember? You need to be punished. Mr. Rove left 
instructions for your punishment if you were late. Now 
you keep your mouth shut and don't move."

He picked up his phone and punched in the button for 
the intercom. He waited a few seconds and said, 
"Three."

He hung up the phone and I stood there nervously, not 
knowing what was going to happen. Mr. Gant smiled and 
reached into his desk drawer and pulled out the camera 
that they had used last night to take all those 
pictures with. 

A minute or two later there was a knock on the door and 
Mr. Gant said, "Enter!"

I shook my head in disbelief and said, "Oh god no!" 

In walked three of the guys I worked with out on the 
floor. I don't know if they knew why they were here. 
But when they saw me their eyes lit up and their grins 
spread from ear to ear. 

Mr. Gant said, "Come in gentlemen. Did they tell you 
why you are here?"

Buddy and Tim shook their heads. Todd said, "No sir, 
they just sent us back here."

Mr. Gant said, "Roberts is being punished. She is on 
probation and has agreed to some rather unusual terms 
of employment. She was three minutes late for work this 
morning. Her punishment is to allow three of her co-
workers to fuck her. If any of you object to fucking 
her let me know and I'll have someone else sent in to 
take your place."

The men looked at each other and it was obvious that 
they didn't have a problem with fucking one of their 
co-workers, even though it was obvious how I felt about 
it. 

Mr. Gant said, "Okay men, let's do this and get it over 
with. The bitch needs to get to work. I'm going to be 
taking some pictures but don't worry, I'm going to 
leave your faces out of them."

Buddy, the single man in the group said, "I don't give 
a shit Mr. Gant. In fact, I'd like a few copies of my 
pictures for souvenirs."

Mr. Gant smiled and said, "I'll check with Mr. Rove, 
Buddy. I doubt if he will mind."

I was bent over the desk again and Todd was the 
quickest on the draw. He moved behind me and pressed 
his semi hard cock between my ass cheeks and began 
sawing it back and forth and getting harder and harder. 

He looked down and said, "I'll be damned! You fucked 
her in the ass didn't you sir?!"

Mr. Gant was already moving around and getting some 
pictures. He smiled and sounded pretty proud of himself 
when he said, "Yes, and it was some damn fine ass 
Todd."

Todd asked, "How about if I tap some of that? I have 
had the hots for her sweet ass since she started 
working here."

Mr. Gant replied, "Not this time Todd. I was her first. 
I think we need to let her rest up. Just fuck her pussy 
this time. If she fucks up again though then she'll 
have that to look forward to."

Todd began working his cock into me and it was very 
painful. I was still tender from the abuse I received 
last night and my pussy still wasn't wet. The only 
lubrication was a little of the cum that had dribbled 
out of my ass from when Mr. Gant raped me.

I gripped the edge of the desk and held on. I tried to 
be quiet but I couldn't help letting an occasional 
grunt of pain escape me. But they didn't seem to mind 
at all. 

After he had a good rhythm going he bent over and 
reached under me and began to roughly grope my boobs. 
As he did he spoke quietly in my ear. He told me how 
hot and tight my cunt was and how much he liked my 
tits. He told me that he had been undressing me with 
his eyes since my first day here. He said that he hoped 
I was late a lot. Then he squeezed my tits and grunted 
and started making strange noises. If I wasn't getting 
raped I might have laughed. But I was and I didn't. I 
waited until he pulled out of me and he was immediately 
replaced by another cock. I didn't even know who was 
fucking me at first. I was distracted by Mr. Gant 
saying, "If you come around here Todd, the bitch will 
clean up that mess for you."

Todd exclaimed, "No shit!"

Mr. Gant said, "It's all part of her punishment."

Todd moved and I saw that I was now being fucked rather 
violently by Buddy. 

Todd came around the desk and grabbed a handful of my 
hair and turned my head. As soon as he had my face 
where he wanted it he pushed the slimy head of his cock 
against my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in and 
started sucking his cock clean. As I did I saw Mr. Gant 
walking around getting some close-ups of me with two 
cocks in my body at the same time.

Buddy was fucking me violently and in between my grunts 
of pain I heard him say, "Oh yeah! I'm going to take 
that picture and get it blown up and hang it in my 
living room! Damn this bitch is hot!"

Todd's cock had been clean for some time but he left it 
in my mouth and I felt him getting hard again. His cock 
was long and thin and he was amazed when he suddenly 
found himself fucking my throat. He exclaimed, "I'll be 
god damned! Look at this, guys! We got us a fucking 
Linda Lovelace here! Look at that shit! She's taking a 
couple of inches of cock right down in her fucking 
throat! Damn that's hot!"

Mr. Gant didn't say a word as Todd began fucking my 
face brutally and Buddy picked up his rhythm. They were 
slamming their cocks into me at both ends and I was 
being bounced around like a rag doll.

Buddy finally came in my pussy and he slowly pulled out 
and went around the desk to wait his turn in my mouth. 
Tim moved between my legs and began driving his cock 
into me. Tim turned out to have a very fat cock and for 
just a second it took my mind off of what Todd was 
doing. I felt that fat cock sliding into me and it was 
the fattest one yet. But Todd was nearing orgasm and he 
held onto my head and took several more violent strokes 
and then held my face against his stomach while he shot 
his cum down my throat. 

He finally pulled out and I was gasping for air and 
grunting in time with Tim's strokes in my sore pussy 
when Buddy took Todd's place at my mouth. As he worked 
his slimy cock into my mouth he said, "Get a good shot 
of this Mr. Gant. I'll want to blow this up too. I love 
the look of that. Look at her beautiful face all full 
of my slimy cock. Christ! That's the sexiest thing I 
ever saw in my life."

Buddy's cock never really got soft. He was too excited 
I guess. He started fucking my mouth almost immediately 
and Mr. Gant got a lot of pictures for him.

Tim leaned over me like Todd had and reached under me 
to grope my tits. He was fucking me just as violently 
as the others and once more I was being tossed around 
like I weighed nothing. 

I think that they were disappointed that I didn't start 
getting aroused. They seemed to think that even if I 
was being raped that once I got a cock stabbing into me 
I should start to get turned on. Stupid men!

But then, I'm the idiot submitting to rape as a part of 
my job description now. I guess I haven't any room to 
talk.

Buddy was so turned on that he came before Tim did. 
Unlike Todd though, he didn't cum down my throat. He 
pulled back and filled my mouth with his slime and then 
slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and watched me 
swallow.

Last night I would have been mortified. Well, I was 
upset that I was being forced to allow the men that I 
worked with to rape me. But nothing that happened to me 
to could be as devastating as the events of last night.

Once Buddy backed away and started putting his pants 
back together Tim started concentrating I guess and he 
came a short time later. I was getting numb by the time 
he pulled his cock out of me.

He hurried around to get his cock sucked clean but Mr. 
Gant didn't give him time to get a blowjob. Tim was 
pretty disappointed but Mr. Gant said, "I'm sorry Tim. 
I'm afraid that we've wasted much too much time 
already. The cunt has been at work an hour now and 
hasn't done a thing."

I could have argued that with him but what was the 
point?

The men all stared at me as they slowly dressed. Mr. 
Gant turned to me and after taking a few more pictures 
he said, "Well, what are you waiting for? You can't go 
out there like that!"

I reached down and started pulling my pants on. I hated 
doing this without cleaning up first. My pussy and my 
thighs were covered in cum. My pants were going to 
stink. I pulled my blouse on and while I was buttoning 
it up Buddy said, "You know what Mr. Gant? I know the 
dress code doesn't allow dresses for the women. But 
since she is kind of special it would be neat if she 
had to wear a sexy dress to work. It would give the 
guys a real morale boost."

Mr. Gant smiled and said, "That's a good idea Buddy. 
I'll suggest it to Mr. Rove. You men get back to work 
now."

I had my shoes on and was just finishing tying them up. 
I stood up and waited to be dismissed. Mr. Gant smiled 
and said, "I don't want you going to the bathroom until 
lunch time. Now get your lazy ass to work."

I whispered, "Mr. Gant! I smell. My pants are getting 
wet."

He just smiled and said, "Get out of here. Come back at 
quitting time for your pay."

I went out on the floor and checked to see where I was 
supposed to be working. The floor supervisor came over 
and started to tell me that she had been forced to 
switch some people around because I was so late. She 
was not happy about it. 

But as soon as she opened her mouth she smelled the 
scent of sex on me. I reeked of it. She wrinkled up her 
nose and said, "Oh my god!" 

There was nothing that I could say. She stepped back 
and drew a deep breath. He face was red and she had a 
look of pure disgust on her face. She shook her head 
and said, "I can't believe you still work here!"

I would give anything if I didn't!

She pointed to the machine that I was to run that day 
and turned and walked away. Since I was so late I was 
already behind and I had to work my ass off to get 
caught up. I didn't doubt for a minute that if I didn't 
catch up I would be punished for that too.

Several times during the day one of my three male co-
workers came by and without being very careful about 
whether or not anyone was watching they groped my ass 
or my tits through my clothes. As he was squeezing my 
ass cheeks Todd said, "I hope they make you start 
working in a tiny little miniskirt Haley. I'd like to 
see a lot more of your sweet ass."

I just tried to ignore them. There was nothing else 
that I could do. 

I went to the ladies room at lunch time and by then it 
was much too late but I cleaned up as much as I could. 
Then I went right back in and worked through lunch. I 
didn't have any food or money anyway. Even if I did 
though, I knew that if I wasn't caught up at quitting 
time they would use that as an excuse to punish me 
again.

When it was finally quitting time we shut everything 
off. There was no late shift on Saturdays. I waited for 
everyone else to rush out and I lagged behind. I 
punched out at the time clock and then I went down the 
dark hallway to Mr. Gant's office. I knocked and he 
called out, "Enter!"

I opened the door and went over to his desk. I saw my 
pay envelope on the desk. But I knew that it wasn't 
going to be that easy. 

It wasn't. He pushed his chair back from his desk and 
his pants were already pulled down. He was ready for 
me.

He didn't get up so I thought that I knew what he 
wanted. I went around his desk and dropped to my knees 
on the floor in front of him. His cock was already just 
about hard. I took it in my mouth and sucked it. 
Anything to get my money and go home.

My throat had been sore all day from the abuse I had 
received at the hands of my three co-workers. I was 
glad that we weren't allowed to talk on the floor. My 
throat couldn't have handled the irritation.

Fortunately Mr. Gant's less than magnificent manhood 
did not tax my throat and I easily sucked him off and 
swallowed a tiny, bitter little load.

He pushed me away and said, "You certainly are a nasty 
slut. A decent woman would die rather than do the 
things that you do in here. You deserve everything that 
happens to your skanky ass."

I stood up and said, "Yes sir," and started getting 
dressed. I grabbed my pay envelope and hurried out of 
his office before he could think of some other nasty 
thing to do to me.

I put my pay envelope deep in my pocket and hurried to 
the bus stop. It was after six on a Saturday afternoon. 
The festival was over and the bus was half empty. I was 
able to get a seat alone and I sat and stared at my 
reflection in the window as I was transported the six 
miles to my stop.

There was a small grocery store on the corner and I 
bought some groceries. I didn't get much. Some 
ingredients for meatless spaghetti, some potatoes, hot 
dogs, a few pounds of hamburger and some bread. I still 
had to walk a couple of blocks so I didn't stock up too 
much. What I bought would pretty much kill my weeks pay 
anyway. 

At the register I checked out and when the checker rang 
up the total I opened my pay envelope and saw a note 
inside. I scanned it quickly. It said, "In as much as 
you have additional duties you will find an additional 
one hundred dollars in your pay, whore."

I was so excited about the extra money that I paid very 
little attention to the note. It would bother me later. 
But I had been destitute for so long and doing without 
so much that the idea that I had been paid for sex was 
of little consequence at that moment. 

I checked and it was there! My pay was nearly doubled! 
I paid for the groceries and then I said, "Oh wait, I 
forgot to get coffee."

I left my groceries there and ran back and picked up 
some coffee. I had not had a cup of coffee in weeks and 
I was really jonesing for one. On the way back to the 
check out I passed the wine aisle and I picked up a 
seven dollar bottle of wine. I needed a drink. Then, 
even though I was starting to overload myself, I got 
some bacon and eggs. We hadn't had a decent breakfast 
in months. This would be as exciting for us a Christmas 
dinner.

I paid for the additional items and grabbed my bags and 
headed home. It was a dreary street. The apartments 
were not well maintained and the people that lived 
here, while mostly better off than me, were all poor 
and often loud, crude, and obnoxious. I kept my head 
down and didn't look at anyone. There were a lot of 
scary people around this neighborhood. There was a lot 
of crime. And it was only getting worse.

I got to my apartment and set my bags down. I opened 
the door and went in and headed for the kitchen. The 
kids came out carefully. They made sure that I was 
alone before they showed themselves.

I put everything away and opened the cheap wine to let 
it breath. I doubt if that matters with the wine I 
bought but it couldn't hurt.

I made home fries and cheeseburgers for supper. Cheap 
and easy, just like me now.

When supper was ready I poured myself a glass of wine 
and we sat down to eat. I had noticed that the kids 
were quiet and I started to get scared. I wondered if 
Mr. Rossi had come back during the day today.

I started asking what was wrong when they told me that 
he hadn't. They were uncomfortable about something and 
I was afraid that it might be lingering questions about 
last night.

We finished our meal. It was Phil's turn to clean up. 
He got up and it almost seemed like he was glad for the 
distraction as he cleaned off the table and went to 
work in the tiny kitchen. 

Phil had never, not once in his entire life, gone about 
his cleanup chores without whining. Now I knew that 
something was wrong.

I sat with Laura and she couldn't meet my eyes. I tried 
to get her to tell me what was wrong and I was getting 
really nervous now. Finally I said, "Laura, after last 
night I think that we can tell each other anything. I 
have no more secrets from you and I don't want you to 
have secrets from me. I am getting worried here. Please 
tell me what is wrong with you two."

She looked guilty. Laura was my saint! She never did 
anything to feel guilty about. Now I was really 
worried. I said, "Laura, please. I have enough to worry 
about already. Don't do this to me."

Laura looked embarrassed but she finally said, "Mom, I 
think that you would probably rather not know. Would 
you settle for we aren't in trouble and no one did 
anything to harm us?"

I sat back in my chair and said, "Phil, would you 
please bring me the wine bottle. I have a feeling that 
I am going to need it when Laura tells me what is going 
on."

Phil came in with that same guilty look on his face. He 
handed me the bottle from the other side of the table 
and said, "It wasn't Laura's fault mom. It was me. But 
it's embarrassing and Laura was right, you would rather 
not know. Please don't make us tell."

I poured a second glass of wine and took a sip. For a 
cheap wine it actually wasn't that bad. I stared at 
their faces and reached a decision.

I said, "I trust you two a lot. You are both good kids 
and you have had to put up with a lot that kids 
shouldn't have to put up with. But after last night, 
and after the other changes in our lives, I need to 
know what's troubling you. It scares me when my kids 
can't look me in the eye. I promise not to get mad. But 
I need to know. So who wants to be the spokesman?"

They looked at each other and it worried me that they 
were so scared. Laura took a deep breath and said, 
"Maybe you won't get mad, mom. But you are going to be 
very disappointed in us and that is what we fear most. 
But I'll tell you why we are so embarrassed."

I held my hand up and said, "Wait a second." 

I went into the kitchen and got two more glasses and 
went back out and sat down. I invited Phil to sit down 
and I poured them each a half a glass of wine. I pushed 
the glasses over to them and said, "Here you go, truth 
serum."

Laura smiled and took a small sip. Phil watched her and 
then he tried it too. He turned up his nose and said, 
"Yuck! That's awful!"

I laughed and said, "Sip it slow. After a couple of 
sips it kind of grows on you. But don't expect too 
much. It was the cheapest bottle I could find."

Laura took another sip and said, "This morning, after 
you went to work, Phil and I were sitting at the table. 
We talk a lot more now that we don't have TV or music 
but this morning he wasn't talking. I finally got him 
to tell me what was wrong and first he apologized again 
for last night. I don't blame him of course. I was 
embarrassed that he had seen me naked and put his 
finger inside of me but it wasn't his fault and it was 
obvious that he felt bad about it."

"We talked about it for a few minutes and the 
conversation just kept expanding. He had a lot of 
questions, a lot of them I could only guess at. But we 
have gotten pretty close lately and we tried to be 
honest with each other."

I asked her, "What kind of questions?"

She blushed again and replied, "Questions about girls 
and about sex and…and things like that."

I reached across the table and squeezed her hand and 
said, "You are sure catching a lot of crap for a 
fifteen year old. I'm sorry honey."

She shrugged and gave me a weak smile. She said, "I 
didn't mind. Hell, I'm a virgin, I don't know much more 
than he does, not even about girls!"

She sipped her wine and said, "We talked for a long 
time. We talked about our bodies and our feelings and 
about what happened last night."

I said, "It's only natural that you are curious. Is 
that what you are uncomfortable about?"

There was a long pause and then Laura said, "We got 
undressed."

I tried to remain calm. I tried not to change my 
expression. I tried not to cry because whatever had 
happened was a direct result of what happened last 
night. I prayed that they had not had sex but if they 
had I suppose that I had myself to blame.

Laura gave me a wry grin and asked, "Should I wait for 
the explosion?"

I smiled weakly and said, "I think my heart is still 
beating. Please continue."

She asked, "Would it make this any easier if I gave 
away the ending? We didn't have sex if that is what you 
are afraid of."

I smiled and said, "It was a concern."

Laura said, "We both had questions. I had never seen a 
naked man before last night and Phil had never seen a 
naked girl. We both wanted to know more about the 
opposite sex. We looked at each other and we touched a 
little."

There was a long pause and then she turned an even 
deeper shade of red and said, "And we masturbated."

Phil exclaimed, "Laura! Did you have to tell her 
that?!"

I couldn't help it. I laughed right out loud. 

They looked at me like I was crazy but I was relieved. 
I would rather that last night never happened and that 
what they did never happened. But I could understand 
their curiosity and I was so damned relieved that they 
hadn't had intercourse."

My reaction seemed to put them at ease, at least a 
little bit. They looked at each other and I noted that 
they seemed comfortable with each other. That was 
reassuring.

I asked, "Did you get all of your questions answered?"

"Mostly," Phil said.

I smiled at him and took another sip of my wine. I 
asked, "What didn't you learn that still concerns you?"

Laura replied, "I still have questions about birth 
control and losing my virginity and about some parts of 
my body. I still have questions about guys too."

She paused for a long time before she said, "And I'm 
curious about what you did last night."

I asked, "What about you Phil? Do you have questions?"

He nodded. Then he said, "Yeah, but I don't know if I 
have the nerve to ask them."

I drank the last of my wine and said, "It looks like we 
need to have a long talk. But I had a horrible day 
yesterday and today wasn't much better. I am exhausted 
and I am going to bed. I promise you that tomorrow 
morning I will answer every question that I am able to 
as honestly as I am able to. Then if you still have 
questions and I can't answer them I will find someone 
who can. Is that a deal?"

They shook their heads and I handed the wine bottle 
back to Phil and said, "Go put the cork back in this 
and finish cleaning up sweetheart. And thank you for 
waking me up this morning. I never heard the alarm."

He grinned and said, "It was my pleasure mom."

I laughed and said, "I don't doubt it for a minute."

I went around the table and kissed my wonderful 
children and started for my room. As I walked away 
Laura sniffed and asked, "What's that smell?!"

I answered, "That's one of those questions you need to 
ask tomorrow."

I brushed my teeth and went to bed, in the nude again. 
Two nights in a row! I hadn't done that since the kids 
were about two and three. I missed it.

I slept like a log that night. When you work as hard as 
I do and you only get one day off a week it's bad 
enough. But when you add in the things that have 
happened to me in the last couple of days on top of all 
the things I had to deal with since my husband had his 
brain fart, my mind was truly exhausted. My mind was 
much worse off than my body. I was emotionally and 
mentally at the end of my rope.

I awoke late in the morning and lay in bed with my eyes 
closed. I had remembered what I was going to have to 
deal with when I got up and I wasn't looking forward to 
it. Sex education was not my best subject.

I sat up in bed and sat on the edge of the bed for a 
minute. I noticed that my thighs and my pubic area were 
covered with white flakes. I don't know why I didn't 
realize it last night but I don't think that I would 
have bothered with it if I had. I glanced at my clock 
and I was surprised to see that it was almost eleven in 
the morning. I had slept for almost fifteen hours. I 
was a little groggy but I felt much better.

I got up and put my robe on. I started for the kitchen 
but I noticed that my door wasn't shut all the way. 
That was curious. I couldn't help wondering if I had 
left it ajar. I was so tired last night that it was 
possible. The other possibility was that Phil had come 
into my room again. Yup, I had some splainin' to do 
after my shower.

I went out to the kitchen and put the coffee on and 
said good morning to the kids. It looked like Phil was 
having a problem looking me in the eye again but I 
didn't want to make a big deal out of it. I was worried 
enough about what he was picking up because of my 
freaky new life. I didn't want him to be any more brain 
damaged than the average teenage boy.

I put the oven on warm and asked Laura to make toast 
and then I took a long, hot shower.

I dried off quickly and put my robe back on. Then I 
went back out to the kitchen to make breakfast. I was 
pleased to find that Laura had already made the bacon. 
I thanked her and took egg orders.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and added a little 
sugar. I took a sip and it was so good it was almost 
sexual! I was halfway through the first cup before I 
could put it down and make the eggs. A person should 
only have to go so long between cups of coffee.

I made the eggs and we ate breakfast like regular 
people for a change. It was just a simple breakfast of 
bacon and eggs but it had been a long time since we had 
been able to afford that.

I cleaned up the table after a quiet breakfast. I 
cleaned up the kitchen. I took my time. I was in no 
hurry to have a nice long talk with my kids about sex. 
Finally I had no excuses. I poured myself another cup 
of coffee and went back out to the table and sat down. 

I saw that the kids were both uncomfortable. More 
uncomfortable than they had been last night. I guess 
that sex is harder to discuss when the sun is out. I 
had no way to hide from this discussion though. We had 
no television and there was no newspaper for me to bury 
my head in. And since I didn't doubt for a moment that 
Mr. Rossi had plans for my daughter, or at the very 
least for me that would involve my daughter and would 
be witnessed by my son, I knew that we had to have this 
discussion.

The first topic was easy. Both kids already had a basic 
knowledge of the subject of birth control. Actually, 
that was pretty much all I had. I explained a little 
about menstrual cycles and fertility but they knew most 
of that already. It was hard enough having this 
discussion with my daughter. I was uncomfortable having 
this talk with Phil and I had one more reason to be 
furious with my husband. He should be here to have this 
talk with his son.

The subject of virginity was a little more difficult. 
We talked a little about the outmoded double standard 
that to some extent still exists. They were both 
curious and Laura was concerned about what it was like 
for a girl when she lost her virginity. I told them 
what little I knew. I told them what it had been like 
for me and what it had been like for some of my 
girlfriends. They both found it hard to believe that in 
this day and age I had never had sex with anyone but 
their father, at least not until the night before last.

That led to a discussion of oral sex. They both thought 
it was exciting. But they both thought that it was a 
bit demeaning for the woman. I tried to explain that 
when you loved someone it was exciting to give them 
that much pleasure. But I also tried to make it clear 
that I was a little provincial when it came to sex and 
that these days the attitudes about sex seemed to be 
more free than the attitudes that I had been raised 
with.

They both had questions about sexual blackmail and 
rape. It was disturbing to me that they had these 
questions but they were aware that I was in this 
strange and vulnerable situation and I tried to answer 
their questions. We talked about why I couldn't go to 
the police and why I couldn't quit my job. It was, all 
in all, a very depressing conversation. But I was 
afraid of what they would be forced to see in the 
future and I wanted them to be prepared. If kids can 
ever be prepared to see their mother raped.

A little later we got dressed and walked up to the 
store. I didn't like to let them go out alone in this 
neighborhood. We got some milk and cereal and a few 
more cheap meals and I even bought a twelve pack of 
soft drinks. They hadn't had a soda in more than a 
month. I would rather they never drank soda but if I 
could have coffee, well, what the hell. They didn't 
have a lot in their lives. 

I thought about trying to get our TV out of the pawn 
shop. But even if I could afford it we didn't have a 
car to get it and bring it home in. I felt bad about 
them being locked up in the apartment all summer with 
nothing to do. That probably goes a long way towards 
explaining their little game of show and tell 
yesterday. I really needed to find a better job and get 
the hell out of this neighborhood.

The day went by pretty fast, even if we were trapped in 
our tiny little apartment. At least no one was raping 
me or molesting the kids. On Monday I went to work 
dreading what I knew would happen when I got there. But 
at least I had had a day to recover and I was well 
rested.

I set my alarm a half hour earlier and made sure that I 
got to the bus stop before the worst part of rush hour. 
I was never going to be late again if I could help it. 
I waited outside the door until the other employees had 
all filed in and punched the clock. As usual, Mr. Gant 
was standing in the hall watching us all punch in. I 
tried to punch in and go to work like everyone else but 
as soon as I punched in Mr. Gant said, "Roberts. My 
office."

I hated it but I wasn't surprised. It was awful that I 
had to allow him to treat me like this. But it was even 
worse that all of the people that I worked with knew 
about it. There was no doubt in their minds why I was 
being ordered to his office. I was now the office slut. 
I thought about that note in my pay envelope. I was a 
whore. I was a whore against my will. But I was letting 
those men have sex with me and they were paying me to 
do it. Even if it was rape, I was a whore now.

I edged past Mr. Gant and went down to the supervisor's 
office. I heard some of the women snickering and 
whispering as if I were doing this of my own free will. 
I wanted to scream at them, or to explain. But to them 
I was just the bank robber's wife who was a slut and 
whatever happened to me I had it coming.

I was startled when I entered the office. I had 
forgotten about Mr. Rove. I don't know how the hell I 
could have done that. I just thought that I would have 
to service Mr. Gant's little dick and go to work.

I entered the office and stood just inside the door. 
Mr. Rove said, "There is no sense in you just standing 
there you stupid cunt. You know why you are here. From 
now on you can expect to come in here the first thing 
every morning. You know what you are here for. You come 
in and you strip. It's all just part of your new job."

I knew that I would never get used to this. But I still 
remembered vividly that first time, here and later at 
my apartment. I didn't think it would ever be that 
traumatic again.

I stood inside the door and removed my blouse. I 
dropped it on a nearby chair and then I slid my 
sneakers off and pulled my pants off. When I was naked 
he called me over to his seat and he played with my 
pussy for a few minutes. 

He admired my body while he played with my pussy. He 
tugged at my pubic hair and said, "I'm thinking that 
this should go. I think I want to see what you look 
like without it."

I nodded my head and said, "Yes sir. I'll shave it off 
tonight."

He smiled and said, "Good girl. I like your attitude." 

His finger continued to tease my pussy. He was being 
much gentler than he had been the first time. I was 
dismayed that it was actually starting to feel kind of 
nice. I had mixed emotions about that. The rapes that I 
was about to have to endure would be much easier if my 
pussy would start to lubricate. But I was horrified by 
the idea that they might think I was enjoying what they 
were doing to me.

Mr. Gant came in and shut the office door and went over 
to his desk. He leaned against it and watched Mr. Rove 
toying with my pussy. 

Mr. Rove smiled and said, "Mr. Gant has suggested that 
you start wearing dresses and skirts to work. I imagine 
it would be hard to maintain your modesty out there on 
the workroom floor in a short skirt. All of that 
bending and lifting and reaching. That would be pretty 
embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

I dreaded where this was going. I quietly answered, 
"Yes sir."

He smiled as his finger began to gently move in and out 
of my pussy and his thumb circled around my clit. He 
may not be the most sensitive lover in town but he 
seemed to realize that what he was doing was getting to 
me.

He watched me for a moment longer and then he said, "My 
first inclination was to say no to that idea. The 
reason that women aren't allowed to wear skirts and 
dresses on the floor is not just for modesty's sake. It 
is a safety hazard. But I think that we might make an 
exception in your case. Your co-workers already know 
that you are the office slut now. There is no reason 
for you to be concerned with your modesty. And Mr. Gant 
can speak with the floor supervisor and make sure that 
you are kept away from machinery that would make 
wearing a loose fitting garment hazardous. Knowing Mrs. 
Clark the way I do I think she'd get a kick out of it. 
She hates sluts and likes to see them get what's coming 
to them. It satisfies her sense of right and wrong."

He paused and said, "I do believe your cunt is getting 
wet Roberts. Don't tell me you are starting to like 
your new job already?!"

He and Mr. Gant both chuckled derisively and then he 
said, "I think we'll try it for a week and see how it 
goes. Starting tomorrow I want you to wear short skirts 
and dresses to work."

I started to panic again. I said, "Mr. Rove, please 
sir. I don't have any short skirts or dresses. I've 
never worn them. And I don't have any money to buy 
clothes. You know how I live!"

The tears were starting again and I think that may have 
been his goal. He looked so pleased with himself. 

He stood up and pushed me over Mr. Gant's desk. I heard 
the rustle of clothing and then I felt his fat cock 
being pushed into my pussy. I had closed my eyes when 
he forced me down over the desk but Mr. Gant lifted my 
head and sternly commanded that I open my eyes and look 
at him while Mr. Rove penetrate me.

His face was glowing as he stared at me, enjoying my 
rape nearly as much as Mr. Rove was.

Mr. Rove slid his cock into me and I was embarrassed at 
how easily it went in. My pussy had gotten wet while he 
played with me. I knew what he must think and I wanted 
to scream at him that I wasn't turned on. It was just 
my body reacting to stimulation. But it didn't really 
matter now.

While he was slowly pumping his large cock into me he 
said, "I'll give you a few bucks after I fuck you. 
That's what you do with whores. You fuck them and you 
give them money. After work you can go to the thrift 
shop down the street and pick up a couple of outfits. I 
think you know the look I'm going for. Just keep in 
mind that if I'm not satisfied that you look like the 
company whore then I'll pick your next outfits. I am 
pretty certain that you wouldn't like what I pick. 
Believe it or not I have a pretty dirty mind."

I mumbled, "Yes sir." Then I tried to make my mind go 
blank as I stared into Mr. Gant's cold eyes.

Mr. Rove began to fuck me harder. He stopped talking 
and gripped my hips and began to slam his cock into me. 
While he fucked me, Mr. Gant smiled down at me and 
said, "I was disappointed to see you here on time today 
Roberts. I really enjoyed watching the boys fuck you on 
Saturday. They seemed to enjoy it too. They are really 
looking forward to the next time you are late."

I had tried to put that experience out of my mind. As 
horrible as the things that happened to me here in this 
office were, it was even more humiliating that I had 
been forced to allow my co-workers to rape me. Mr. Gant 
saw it in my eyes too. His evil grin got wider and he 
leaned down and licked my face like a dog. Then he 
whispered right in my ear, "Don't worry cunt. I'm sure 
there will be a next time. Hell, I'm surprised you 
weren't ten minutes late on purpose. How about that 
cunt? Would you like me to call ten of the men you work 
with in here so that you could have a good old 
fashioned gangbang?"

I whispered, "No sir. I wouldn't like that."

He chuckled and said, "I would. I've got a hard on just 
thinking about it."

Mr. Rove began to ram his cock into me with increased 
violence and I knew that it was almost over. His hands 
began to squeeze my ass and just before he came he 
started slapping my ass. He was hitting me very hard. 
Those weren't love taps. I started crying out in pain 
and I'm almost positive that it was my cries of pain 
that pushed him over the edge. He buried his cock in my 
pussy and ground his stomach against my ass and groaned 
in pleasure as he filled me with his warm slime.

Mr. Gant finally released my hair and stood up. Mr. 
Rove backed away and I felt Mr. Gant's smaller cock 
enter me as soon as the path was clear. I thought that 
he was going to fuck my pussy this time but he was only 
getting his cock wet with Mr. Rove's cum. 

He stroked his cock into me a couple of times and then 
he pulled out and spread the cheeks of my ass open. I 
felt his cock poking against my ass again and soon it 
was being forced into me to the hilt. It hurt, even if 
it was smaller than the other cocks I was forced to 
submit to. I tried not to but I found myself tightening 
up and crying out in pain as he fucked me. Mr. Rove 
watched him for a minute and then said, "One of these 
days I'm going to have to give that ass a try."

He came around the desk then and I was forced to suck 
his nasty cock clean. I had done this so often now that 
it didn't even make me gag anymore. It was nasty and 
disgusting but I'm sorry to say that I was getting used 
to it.

When he was satisfied that I had cleaned him 
adequately, Mr. Rove stepped back and pulled his pants 
back up. Before he had them securely fastened Mr. Gant 
had cum in my ass. They changed places again and while 
I sucked Mr. Gant's cock clean, Mr. Rove spread the 
cheeks of my ass and examined my asshole. I don't know 
what he was looking for. He didn't say anything. 

I was allowed to stand up and dress after I cleaned Mr. 
Gant's cock. While I was dressing Mr. Rove pulled out 
his wallet and handed me a fifty dollar bill. He said, 
"That should be enough for you to buy five cheap, 
slutty outfits at the thrift shop. Don't disappoint me 
bitch."

Mr. Gant said, "Okay bitch, fun time is over. Get to 
work. You will be working a double shift tomorrow to 
make up for taking Saturday off."

I was actually relieved to hear that. They had given me 
the impression that they weren't going to let me make 
up the hours I would miss when I took Saturday off to 
visit Mike. I was afraid that I was going to be 
skipping meals again. Now it looked like we would at 
least be able to afford to eat. It was poverty cuisine. 
But I hated going to bed hunger. 

I wasn't looking forward to having to work though. And 
I was especially worried about Mr. Rossi. He was the 
cruelest of the three men and I worried about him now 
that he had seen Laura. She was only fifteen but she 
was a beautiful young girl and she was starting to look 
very sexy. I didn't want that pervert anywhere near 
her.

They dismissed me and I went out and reported to Mrs. 
Clark, the floor supervisor. She sniffed as I 
approached and that disapproving look on her face said 
it all. She could undoubtedly smell the cum dripping 
down my leg and moistening the crotch of my pants. She 
glared at me and I heard her exclaim under her breath, 
"Slut!"

She sniffed loudly as I stood in front of her. I saw 
that she detected the smell of cum. I knew that I 
reeked of it again. She smiled and asked, "Has it been 
a long time since you've seen your poor husband 
Roberts?"

I got the point. But there was no sense in having this 
discussion with her. She wouldn't understand and if she 
did she wouldn't care. She gave me one last dirty look 
and pointed out where I was to work today. I noticed 
that I was getting all the nastiest jobs now. But at 
least today I hadn't had to let three of my co-workers 
rape me and the backlog on my position wasn't as bad. I 
still ended up working through my lunch hour but it 
wasn't as bad as it had been on Saturday. 

We had to wait on the floor for the next shift to come 
in at quitting time. My replacement came in and took 
over and I hurried out. Mr. Rossi was standing by the 
time clock when I punched out. He was leering at me 
openly, ignoring the others that were leaving. I 
expected him to order me into his office before I left 
but he just smiled and said, "Your ass is mine 
tomorrow, bitch. I was so horny thinking about you 
yesterday that I had to fuck my wife. You are going to 
have to make that up to me."

He pushed away from the wall and walked past me, his 
shoulder brushed up against me roughly as he went by 
and out onto the work floor. I hurried out and went 
down the street to the thrift shop.

I had never been inside before. It has been years since 
I could afford new clothes. Whenever we could afford to 
buy a few articles of clothing we had always been 
forced to spend it on clothing our rapidly growing 
kids. 

I stopped inside the door and looked around. There were 
a half dozen other people looking around. They ignored 
me and I headed for the racks of dresses. I was really 
surprised at some of the things that I found. There 
were some really nice clothes for sale and the prices 
were amazing. I found a beautiful sundress that still 
had the tags on it for two dollars! It wasn't slutty 
enough to please my bosses but I decided to get it 
anyway. 

I didn't have any trouble finding the kinds of clothing 
that Mr. Rove wanted me to buy. The racks were full of 
the kinds of clothes that you would expect to find on 
street walkers. But then, I'm a whore now too. Perhaps 
I shouldn't be looking down on those women.

I tried to be practical in my decisions. I reasoned 
that since I would be getting out of my clothes fairly 
often it would be to my advantage to buy one piece 
outfits that would be easy to get in and out of. I 
ruled out anything that wasn't at least four inches 
above my knees and dresses that exposed too much 
cleavage went to the front of the line. I had no 
trouble selecting five outfits, plus the one nice dress 
I had found. I added up the total in my head and it 
came to only twenty-four dollars! That left twenty-six 
dollars to add to my budge for food and bill paying.

I headed for the checkout with my selections but 
something caught my eye. It was a small portable color 
TV with a built in radio. It was the kind of thing that 
people used for a back up when the power went out 
during a storm or for camping. It could run off of 
batteries and it only had a four inch screen. They only 
wanted twenty dollars for it and it was small enough 
that I could carry it home on the bus.

The clerk helped me make sure that it worked and I paid 
her for the TV and the clothes and went home. 

When I got home I was forced to explain how I came into 
possession of the little TV and the new outfits. The 
implications of the new clothes weren't lost on them 
but they were excited about being able to watch TV 
again. It must be a real bitch being trapped in this 
apartment all day without even a radio.

I changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and made 
supper. I didn't put underwear on. I had stopped 
wearing it even at home now. While we ate I asked them 
if there had been any further sexual escapades that I 
should be aware of. They were embarrassed that I had 
brought it up again but they had promised to behave.

Laura hesitantly asked about work. She was curious 
about what they did to me, about what it was like for 
me to be a virtual sex slave to men that I hated.

It was my turn to blush. She and Phil were watching me, 
waiting for some kind of answer. Finally I said, "You 
don't want to hear about that and it makes me 
uncomfortable to talk about it. Try not to think about 
it. That's what I do."

But the subject wasn't closed. Phil said, "Mom, it's 
all that we think about. It's what we think about all 
day alone in this crummy apartment with nothing to do. 
We worry about you and the things that you have to do 
just to get by."

I sighed and responded, "I understand that Phil. But 
the things you are asking about, they aren't the kinds 
of things that a mother can share with her children. 
There is enough humiliation in my life now without 
having to bare my soul to you two. It would be far 
better if you try not to think about what I have to do. 
You would grow up healthier not even knowing that 
situations like mine exist. I am most furious with Mr. 
Rossi for dragging you two into this. What he did was 
unforgiveable."

There was silence for a moment and then Laura said, 
"It's all that we think about. All day long we worry 
about you."

I smiled and said, "Well now you can sit side by side 
and watch soap operas on a tiny TV. But keep your eye 
on your horny little brother Laura. I hear they are 
pretty racy."

I wanted to do a couple of loads of laundry that night 
so I gathered up the dirty clothes and my new outfits 
and sorted them out. I put them in a basket and grabbed 
a handful of quarters from my stash on the dresser. I 
had tried letting the kids do laundry not long after we 
moved in. There was a laundry room downstairs at the 
end of the building. But I went down to check on them 
and a couple of perverts were in there giving them a 
hard time. I had arrived just in time to scare them off 
before things started to get out of hand.

I went down and started my two loads of wash and I was 
fortunate enough to find a newspaper that someone had 
left behind. I turned right to the want ads and looked 
for any job that I might be able to get. Anything to 
get away from where I was working now. But as usual, if 
I didn't want to be a stripper I was out of luck. There 
was just no work to be had in this town. Up until Mike 
got put away and I became the company slut I had 
counted myself lucky to have my job. I hated it. I had 
kept my eye out for something better. But at least I 
was working and a lot of people couldn't say that.

When the washers stopped I put the clothes in a dryer 
and started reading the news section of the paper. I 
had just started when I heard someone come in. It was 
three punk kids. They had probably hoped to find the 
place empty so that they could break into the machines 
and get the coins out.

They made a few rude remarks to themselves about me and 
walked around checking all of the coin returns in the 
small room. One of them came over and leaned against 
the wall next to me and started making comments. He 
seemed to think himself pretty witty. His snide 
comments were full of double entendres. His friends 
were amused. I found that I wasn't as shocked and upset 
as I would have been a few days ago. Not until he 
leaned over and put his face right next to mine and 
asked me what I was reading. 

I struggled to get to my feet and demanded that he and 
his friends get the hell out of there before I called a 
cop. That was a stupid thing to say. The only phone 
around here was locked up in the manager's office. I 
didn't have a purse so they knew I had no cell phone. 
They just sneered at me and said, "Go ahead sweetheart. 
Call the cops. We'll wait right here."

I was getting scared and I felt trapped and helpless 
once again. I was starting to really hate that feeling. 
They were all just boys. They were probably my 
daughter's age. The boy that was causing all the 
trouble backed me up against the folding table and 
leered at me. His eyes traveled down to my chest and he 
asked, "What's your name darling?"

I answered with as much false bravado as I could summon 
up, "That is none of your damned business. Get out of 
here and leave me alone!"

I was trying not to show them how afraid I was. It 
wasn't working.

He leaned forward and his lower body was now pressed up 
against me. He reached out and traced a line down my 
neck with his dirty fingernail and responded, "That's 
an awfully long name."

He looked down at my chest again and said, "I was also 
wondering what your bra size was. I don't want to give 
you a big head or anything but I think you have a very 
nice set of tits for an old broad."

His friends were standing close on either side of me 
and watching with amusement. I was trapped and getting 
more afraid as each moment passed. After everything 
that happened to me it looked like now I was going to 
be raped by three teens in the laundry room!

That brings us back to my bitch-slap theory.

I tried pushing him away but his friends reached out 
and held my arms out of the way while he traced my 
breasts through my shirt. I struggled briefly but I 
couldn't move. The three boys leered at me and the one 
who seemed to be in charge said, "Hey guys! My new 
girlfriend here isn't wearing a bra! These feel like 
some pretty nice tits."

The kid my right said, "Yeah? Let's see!"

The punk that was the instigator of all this stared 
into my eyes as he reached down and slowly lifted my 
shirt up over my breasts. Then all three of them stared 
at my exposed tits. The leader reached out and cupped 
them in his hands and said, "Not bad!" 

Then he asked, "What size did you say these were 
darling? I must have missed that."

I tried pulling away again and they just laughed. I 
felt fingers working on the button of my shorts and I 
shook my head and pleaded, "No, please don't do this. 
Leave me alone!"

The boys just grinned and my shorts were half way 
undone when the door flew open and a man yelled, "Let 
that girl alone you fucking punks!"

The leader of the little threesome swore and they 
turned to face the man that had just barged in and 
spoiled there fun. They dismissed any ideas they might 
have had of chasing him away when they saw him. He was 
large and fit and did not look like someone that you 
would mess with. 

They scrambled for the door and I hurriedly put my 
clothes back in order. He came over and asked, "Are you 
okay miss?"

I wiped my eyes. I had started crying but I think it 
was just from the relief of being saved, just this 
once. I thanked him and wiped my eyes. He smiled a 
friendly smile and shook his head. He said sadly, "This 
used to be a nice place for people without a lot of 
money to live. Now it ain't safe for a woman to go out 
at night around here. I'm sorry for you miss. You 
shouldn't have to live like this."

He seemed so sweet. It had been a long time since 
anyone had been nice to me. I thanked him and even gave 
him a kiss on the cheek. He was a nice older gentleman. 
It was refreshing to find someone like him after all I 
had been through. 

He touched his fingers to his cheek and smiled and 
whispered, "Don't worry miss. I won't tell my wife 
about that."

He went back outside and picked up his own laundry 
basket. He came in and started doing laundry and we 
talked until my clothes were dry. He was a funny, sweet 
old guy and I enjoyed his company. I thanked him again 
and went back to my apartment. 

The kids were crowded together on the couch staring at 
the TV. I just shook my head and went to my room and 
hung up the clothes. I would have to finish the laundry 
tomorrow. It would have been safer to do it now while 
my new friend was down there but it was getting late. I 
selected a dress to wear tomorrow and tried it on. I 
hadn't tried them on at the store. 

I realized when I had the dress on that it was just 
what Mr. Rove had in mind. The skirt was going to be a 
real problem at work tomorrow. I would have to be very 
careful bending down when I was working. It was about 
six inches above my knees. It was a colorful sundress 
with a flirty skirt that was prone to showing more of 
my legs than I was comfortable with. The top was 
scooped, leaving a lot of cleavage exposed. 

I didn't have any problems imagining how my three 
supervisors were going to react. And I was sure that 
the men on the work floor would enjoy it too. I had 
almost reached the point that I didn't care about that 
so much as I did about the way the other women were 
going look down on me, especially Mrs. Clark. 

I used to get along well with the people that I worked 
with. Many of them were very sympathetic when my 
husband had been arrested. Now they all looked down on 
me and made snide remarks behind my back. And I suppose 
that I couldn't blame them. I had a pretty low opinion 
of women like me too.

My dire thoughts and imaginings were interrupted by a 
knock on my bedroom door. I looked around and Laura was 
opening the door. She saw my new outfit and her eyes 
got big. She smiled ruefully and said, "Wow mom! You 
look hot!"

I saw Phil push her aside and he said, "Let me see!" as 
he poked his head in. He got an expression on his face 
that was very much like the one I had seen when he woke 
me up Saturday morning and I had been lying nude on top 
of my covers. He breathlessly exclaimed, "Damn!"

Laura rolled her eyes and said, "Phil! For god's sake! 
She's your mom!"

He shrugged and responded, "Yeah, I know. And I've seen 
her naked. But look at her. She IS hot!"

Laura exclaimed, "Boys!"

I smiled and asked them what they wanted. Laura said, 
"We were just going to bed. I wanted to say goodnight."

I went over and gave them both a kiss and said 
goodnight. Phil gave me one last look and shook his 
head and went to his room.

I undressed and hung up my new dress. Then I put my 
robe on and went to the bathroom. I washed up and 
brushed my teeth and went to bed. It was getting warmer 
everyday it seemed like and the old air conditioners in 
these apartments were getting old and tired. I made 
certain that my door was closed and I peeled back the 
covers, double checked my alarm and lay on top of the 
sheets and tried to clear my mind so that I could go to 
sleep. I knew that tomorrow was going to be a hard day 
and I dreaded it.

I awoke in the morning with plenty of time to get ready 
for work. I even had time for breakfast but I decided 
to hoard my coffee since I didn't know how long it 
would be before I could afford more. And I left the 
bacon and eggs for the kids. I didn't like to eat in 
the morning anyway.

I went to my bedroom door and it was pulled closed but 
it wasn't latched! I distinctly remembered closing it 
when I went to bed. I had made a point of it! I hated 
to do it but it looked like I was going to have to have 
another talk with Phil.

I tried to be as quiet as possible. I always tried not 
to wake the kids during the summer. I took a shower. I 
was half way done when I remembered that I had to shave 
my pubic hair off. I shut the water off, cut my hair 
back with scissors and then shaved the stubble. I hated 
the look, it was so…bare! I thought that it looked 
vulgar. I brushed my hair and put it up as usual and 
returned to my room and got dressed. I felt even more 
exposed without my hair, silly as that sounds. 

I headed for the bus stop. There was a big difference 
between wearing this dress in my bedroom and wearing it 
outside. I felt like I was half naked! Never mind that 
a woman my age had no business in a dress like this. I 
was forced to carry a small purse because I had no 
pockets. That left me with only one hand with which to 
keep batting my skirt down when the wind began to pick 
it up. It wasn't that l