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 ï>¿Insomnia by Vulgus

   Chapter 1 Posted: May 25, 2009 - 10:52:16 pm Unlike many of my friends
in college I did not have my life all planned out.  I didn't set goals. 
There was nothing that I had a burning desire to be.  I just wanted to be
happy and have a normal life.  Like most women my age I was looking forward
to finding the right man and falling love.  I was sure that he was out
there somewhere.  We would meet, fall in love, have two kids and live
happily ever after.  Everything else was just the details.  I'm not a
detail person. The lack of a plan was apparently not something that was
holding me back.  I graduated from college and fell into a great job
working for a medium sized company in a major city just up the coast from
the town where I grew up. The company was owned by my mother's older
brother.  But I didn't get the job because he was my uncle.  I didn't even
tell him that I had applied for it until I was hired.  And I certainly
didn't tell anyone during the hiring process that he was my uncle.  I got
the job on my own merits. Nor did I tell my parents about the job until I
was hired.  When I got the job and told my parents I was surprised at my
mother's reaction.  I knew that she and her brother were not close.  But
when she found out I was going to work for his company she tried very hard
to get me to withdraw my application and go somewhere else.  She wouldn't
say why.  But it wasn't until that moment that I realized just how much bad
blood there was between her and her brother.  Despite my mother's attempts
to dissuade me I was determined.  Jobs for recent college graduates were at
a premium.  The job I had landed was too good to turn down. I found a small
apartment and settled in.  My friends and I visited the city several times
over the last few years of college.  I had become familiar with the subway
system and thankfully had no need for a car.  I knew where the museums and
libraries were located and the city has a large, beautiful park with plenty
of room to run or enjoy nice long walk.  It's even reasonably safe for a
young woman to visit alone in the evening. Over the last few months I
slowly began to adjust to life in the city.  Coming from a small town I was
in the habit of smiling and saying hello to the people I met on the street.
One of the hardest adjustments I had to make was adopting the city
dweller's aloof behavior in public places.  I still couldn't get over how
quiet those subway cars could be during rush hour.  All those people
crammed together in those small boxes and not a word being spoken! But I
was adjusting.  I had learned to carry a book to read so that my gaze
wouldn't accidently meet someone else's while looking around the subway
car. I noticed that most people either read a book or newspaper, listened
to an iPod, or sent and received text messages on their phones, or some
combination of those three activities. Now I was living in a city with
millions of people and I was terribly lonely.  I didn't even notice it at
first.  With the excitement of learning a new job and living in a new city
it was months before it really began to sink in.  I don't have a boyfriend
and the company I now work for has a strict non-fraternization policy. 
Like most sane women I don't like to go out alone in the evening and I have
been so busy that I haven't yet met any women my age to go out with. I
wanted to make new friends.  But even when I finally did I wasn't able to
spend a lot of time with them.  We seemed to have different interests.  I
wasn't a big fan of the club scene.  It isn't that I don't like to dance
and have fun.  I do, very much.  But I actually don't care much for
anyplace that is so loud you can't carry on a conversation and where the
air is blue with cigarette smoke. So far I only had one friend I could talk
to.  A fifteen year old boy!  Craig and his father moved into the apartment
across the hall from me only a week after I moved into my apartment.  I met
them in the hall when they were moving in.  They seemed nice so I invited
them to join me in the evening for a light supper. We got along well and I
often saw Craig around the apartment pool or in the hallway and we would
talk.  He began to make friends with kids his age, though, and I started
seeing less and less of him. Now I was just coasting through life, waiting
for the next thing to happen.  When it did it was not something I could
have anticipated. Before I try to explain what it was that I did I should
tell you a little about myself.  I just turned twenty-one.  I am a little
taller than average, five foot seven inches.  I am very slender.  I weigh
only a hundred and fifteen pounds, give or take a couple of pounds.  I have
shoulder length red hair.  My bra is a healthy B cup.  I don't go to a gym
or exercise regularly but I walk a lot and I am in pretty good shape. As
for my sex life, well, obviously I don't have one at the moment.  But I
think I have a normal libido.  I enjoy sex.  I like to be touched and
kissed.  The look in a lover's eyes when he touches me or undresses me
sends shivers down my spine.  But I don't see that look very often and it
has been a while. I will admit, though, that especially in the last couple
of months I have been unusually and increasingly preoccupied with thoughts
of sex.  Lately the sexual frustration has been building to peak that I
have never experienced before.  And the fantasies!  I have started to
experience some of the most unusual and ...  well, embarrassing fantasies.
I have no idea from what dark part of my subconscious those strange
fantasies sprang. I want to stress that I am not promiscuous.  I have been
with only four boys, including Danny Taylor.  We were each other's first in
the eleventh grade.  I don't think that is a large number, especially
compared to many of the girls I knew in college. For the first few months
since moving to the city I was so busy learning my new job that I honestly
didn't have time to give very much thought to a relationship and sex.  Now
that my life is more settled it sometimes seems like that's all that I
think about.  In fact, I don't believe there was ever a time in my life
that I had been so preoccupied with sex. Lately I have been masturbating
every night, sometimes for more than an hour.  I have been masturbating for
years.  But two or three times a week.  Not every night!  It wasn't just
the frequency that concerned me, though.  Lately my fantasies have been
more and more ...  I hate to say it, kinky. In the past I would fantasize
about having hot sex with some cute guy.  But lately the things that went
through my mind when I was holding my vibrator pressed tight against my
vulva and quivering through one orgasm after another were the kinds of
things that used to offend me.  I began to picture myself doing things, or
having things done to me, that were demeaning to women, things that have
always offended me in the past. I was concerned enough when the fantasies
started.  But tonight I did something that still shocks me as I think about
it, shocks and excites me.  I was sitting on the subway on the way home
from work this evening.  I looked up from my book and noticed an older man
sitting several seats away.  Our seats were facing one another.  The train
had made several stops as it got farther away from the center of the city
and had begun to empty out.  But there were still so many people in the car
that some were standing near the doors. The man I noticed was staring at my
knees as if he was trying to look up my skirt.  I was wearing a simple
black skirt that came to about three inches above my knee when I stood up.
It was certainly not immodest and I was completely covered.  I was sitting
with both feet on the floor and my knees together and I knew that he
couldn't see anything but my knees. But I did something then that I had
never in my life done before.  In response to a sudden and irresistible
compulsion I slowly spread my legs open so that he could look up my skirt!
I don't mean that I splayed them wide open.  My knees were about eight
inches apart.  But I knew that it was far enough to give him a peek at what
he was trying so hard to see. I glanced around discretely.  No one else
seemed to notice.  But the man who was staring at my knees noticed.  I saw
his eyes open wide and his expression changed instantly.  In an instant I
could almost feel his eyes on the crotch of my pantyhose. The poor old guy
couldn't see anything but opaque nylon and a little patch of white cloth.
But the thrill that shot through me knowing that I was exposing my
undergarments to a complete stranger in public actually caused me to
experience an orgasm! I couldn't believe it!  This was totally out of
character for me.  And even after I had an orgasm I left my knees the way
they were and let that old man stare at my crotch until we finally reached
my stop. When the subway doors opened I got to my feet and almost ran up
the stairs to the street.  I rushed down the street to my apartment as if I
was afraid that I was being followed.  I wasn't.  I know because I checked
several times to make sure. In my apartment I didn't even take the time to
undress.  As soon as I locked the door behind me I ran to my bedroom.  I
pulled my skirt up to my waist and reached for my vibrator.  It was sitting
on my nightstand, still plugged in.  I used it so often now that I left it
plugged in and handy.  I turned it on and pressed it against my throbbing
pussy without even taking the time to remove my pantyhose and panties.  I
came again, instantly, picturing in my mind what that man on the subway
must have seen and imagining what he must have thought of me. And still I
didn't stop.  I continued to masturbate for at least another half hour
until I couldn't stand it any longer. As I lay there having orgasm after
orgasm I continued to imagine that man's eyes trying to focus on my pussy.
But my mind didn't leave it at that.  In my mind's eye I could see what
that old man saw.  But I didn't stop with exposing my well covered crotch.
In my mind I saw myself standing up in front of all of the people on that
crowded train and slowly taking all of my clothes off until I was standing
naked on a subway car, surrounded by forty or fifty strangers.  The men all
stared at me with lust written all over their faces.  The women all looked
at me in disgust.  And even that turned me on! My masturbation orgy ended
before my mind could carry my perverted thoughts through to their natural
conclusion and I could be attacked by the men on the train. I finally
thumbed off the vibrator and lay panting on my bed.  My entire body felt
like it was still vibrating.  It was a long time before I finally sat up
and began to get out of my work clothes.  As I sat on the side of my bed
recovering from that long series of orgasms I could smell my juices.  My
underwear was soaking wet. I was shocked at what I had just done.  It was
not the first time that I had imagined myself doing something like that
lately.  But I didn't know where these strange sexual thoughts were coming
from.  They were just not who I was!  And now!  I had actually carried out
one of my fantasies, though in a milder form.  I had purposefully spread my
legs so that a complete stranger could look up my skirt! What the hell was
going on in my mind?! I finally stood up and got undressed.  My underwear
was wet enough to wring out!  I went to the bathroom and tossed my clothes
in the hamper.  I washed my still tingling pussy with a damp cloth.  Then I
returned to my bedroom and put on a t-shirt and a pair of lounging shorts.
I went out to my small kitchen and sat down with a glass of ice water to
pull myself together.  I was starting to wonder if I had some sort of weird
medical problem.  It had been a long time since I had made love to a man.
But that wasn't so unusual in my life.  Where in the hell had all of these
strange fantasies come from all of a sudden?!  I had never before even
contemplated exposing myself to strangers. And that wasn't the worst of it.
I had other fantasies now.  Kinky fantasies that made what I had done in
the subway on the way home seem like nothing.  I had begun to fantasize
about all sorts of kinky things, like having sex with total strangers.
Please note the plural.  I have begun to imagine myself being taken by more
than one man at a time.  Being taken was the key phrase.  I imagined being
taken by one or more primitive, strong, self absorbed men without regard
for me or my feelings or desires.  I could picture myself as a sex slave.
Thoughts of bondage began to work their way into my fantasies.  These were
things I had never even imagined before! These were not mental images that
I was finding on the internet.  I didn't go to those kinds of sites.  I
didn't read books or see movies about that sort of thing.  I cannot begin
to imagine where these thoughts were coming from. I can't deny that I was
finding the mental images exciting.  But that was one of the reasons that I
was scared.  I didn't want to be the kind of girl that had those kinds of
strange desires, much less someone who acted on them. For the next half
hour or so I tried to think of something in my life that could have spawned
these strange fantasies.  There was nothing!  And there was no one in my
life with whom I could talk about this. It was time for supper.  I wasn't
hungry but I had to eat something.  I made myself a small salad and tried
to force myself to think about something else ...  something wholesome. 
Results were mixed.  I was able to think of other things.  But my mind kept
wandering back to thoughts of sex and mental images of me exposing myself
to strange men. I went to bed early.  I selected the clothing I was going
to wear to work the next day and hung it on the back of my closet door. 
Then I read for a while which finally seemed to distract me from thoughts
of kinky sex.  It wasn't even nine o'clock when I finally turned on the
little machine beside my bed that soothed me to sleep with the soft sound
of surf lapping at the shore and turned my light out. That little sound
machine was worth its weight in gold.  I have had trouble falling asleep
since I was a young girl.  I never seemed to be able to shut my mind off
long enough to fall asleep.  One day, shortly after they moved in, I
mentioned it to Craig, my new friend across the hall.  He offered to let me
try out the sleep machine that his mother had used to help her sleep.  She
left Craig's father over a year ago and they had divorced soon after.  The
white noise machine was one of the things she left behind. That little
machine was a miracle.  It worked from day one.  I went to bed that first
night with the surprisingly restful sounds of the surf playing quietly and
slept better than I ever had before. For the next several months that
little machine continued to work its magic.  I have been sleeping like a
baby for the first time since I was actually a baby.  I wake up more
refreshed and with more energy and than ever before in my life. I couldn't
help wondering if the increased energy I was enjoying might not be
responsible for my increased libido.  Then I had to wonder if my increased
libido was responsible for the strange fantasies I was experiencing.  And
now I had to wonder if that might explain my incomprehensible behavior on
the train this evening. I fell asleep with those thoughts swirling around
in my brain.  I suppose that is why I experienced so many vivid sexual
dreams that night.  Once more I slept like a baby.  But when I awoke the
next morning I was nearly feverish from the lusty dreams that had occupied
my mind during the night.

   I awoke and reviewed the dreams I experienced and thought to myself,
"Jesus!  I need a man!  I need to get fucked!" It was seven o'clock in the
morning and I was so horny I could scream!  What the hell was wrong with
me?! I was shocked when I removed the underwear I wore to bed.  They were
just as soaked with my juices as the ones that I wore home from work
yesterday!  Once more I began to question my mental health. I went to the
bathroom and took a quick shower.  I dried and brushed my hair and made
myself ready for work.  Then I returned to my bedroom to get dressed.  I
went to my dresser to select my underwear for the day.  I bought all of my
underwear from places like Victoria's Secret.  I bought and wore sexy
underwear even when no one was going to see it.  It made me feel good about
myself to know what I was wearing under my clothing. But today I couldn't
help myself.  I selected a sexy thong, a matching bra that was little more
than decorative lace, and the one pair of thigh high hose I owned.  I knew
what was in the back of my mind when I selected those hose.  I was thinking
about what I had done on the way home from work yesterday evening. I stood
in front of my mirror and stepped into my little thong.  I pulled it up my
legs and turned to appreciate how sexy I looked in the mirror.  The little
patch of lacy material just barely covered my tightly trimmed patch of red
pubic hair.  But the color of the hair still showed through. I sat on my
bed and pulled the thigh highs on.  There was a three inch gap of bare
thigh above the band of lace around the top of the hose. I stood in front
of my mirror again and I felt so strange.  I will admit to being fascinated
by the changes in my body when I went through puberty.  I think that all
girls are. But I can't remember ever looking at myself in the mirror like
this and being so impressed with my own body and my sexuality.  What was
more disturbing was that I realized that looking at myself partially nude
was having an effect on me like it never had before.  In the back of my
mind I was imagining what that old man on the train last night would think
if he saw me like this, or the other fifty people that were on that subway
car last night. I ran my hands lightly over my breasts for a moment before
picking up my bra and pulling it on.  The closure was between the cups.  I
prefer that style.  I fastened the sides together and then looked at the
tips where my pink nipples showed plainly through the lace.  I don't think
I've ever looked sexier.  And except when I returned to my apartment from
the subway last night I know that I've never been as horny, certainly not
when I was all alone in my bedroom and watching myself dress for work. I
finally stopped staring at myself and put on the light summer dress I had
selected to wear today.  I thought that I looked very attractive.  For just
a moment I was tempted to change into a skirt and a light blouse so that my
bra would be more visible.  But as soon as the thought crossed my mind I
shook my head and took a deep breath.  I was turning into a frustrated sex
maniac! I prepared a light lunch, grabbed a bottle of water and headed for
the subway.  With each step I took I found myself becoming even more
aroused as I relived in my mind my first mild attempt at exhibitionism.  I
am positive that there was not a single thought in my mind that I would
repeat my actions, especially now that I wasn't wearing pantyhose.  But I
was becoming more aroused because I was returning to the scene of my crime.
I made my way below ground and waited for my train with all the other
commuters heading into the heart of the business district.  My train
arrived and I joined the press of bodies politely making our way onto the
crowded cars.  Whether I had planned to flirt with the idea of exposing
myself again or not there was no way it was going to happen this morning.
There wasn't even a seat available. I stood near the door with male bodies
pressing against me and imagined how much more exciting it would be if I
was naked.  Knowing full well that such thoughts were alien to me, I
nevertheless found myself so highly aroused as I imagined such an unlikely
scenario that I found myself pressing up against the well dressed
businessman in front of me and I continued to do so, even after he looked
at me as if to ask if I were doing so on purpose. I blushed furiously.  But
I continued to press my lower body against the stranger as if it was all
beyond my control.  I suppose in a way it was.  The strange thing about it
was that he wasn't very attractive.  I wasn't attracted to him in the
least. That was one of the strange things about my unusual behavior.  I
still had no idea what had come over me and why I was suddenly behaving
like a bitch in heat. I was actually relieved when the train got to my stop
before I reached orgasm, because I didn't think for a moment that I was
going to be able to keep it to myself.  We arrived at my stop and as soon
as the doors opened I shot out onto the platform and almost ran to the
stairs. I struggled to regain my composure before I reached my office. 
Judging by the concerned looks I received from some of my co-workers when I
arrived I was not all that successful.  I put my purse in my desk and went
to the break room for a cup of coffee.  I stopped in the ladies room on the
way and made sure I was presentable.  I looked a bit flushed, as if I had
been running.  I didn't look like a female sex fiend that had all but raped
some poor man on the subway. I returned to my desk with my coffee and sat
staring down unseeing at the papers in front of me.  What I had done on the
way to work this morning was not as bad as what I had done last night. 
That man could not have known that I was not being forced up against him by
the press of bodies around me.  But I knew. It took me a long time.  But I
finally started working.  I had a hell of a time forcing myself to focus
and it didn't get any easier as the day progressed.  I continued to
flashback on my behavior on the subway and noticed that I was no longer as
shocked by what I had done.  The shock was wearing off and the mental and
physical stimulation were growing. I sat at my desk through lunch and ate
my sandwich and an orange.  I stared off into space and thought about my
strange behavior and decided once again that I very much needed to get
laid. That had to be the reason for my unexplainable behavior.  That was a
problem for me.  I have never made love to a man with whom I did not
already have a relationship. Despite my sexual assault of that poor,
innocent businessman on the subway this morning, there was just no way that
I could allow myself to be intimate with a strange man, some man I had just
met.  And there was no one I knew in this city that I could start a
relationship with.  The only three males I knew that were not fellow
employees in my office were my Uncle Wayne, the owner of the company that
now employed me, and Craig and his father Ian, my neighbors.  And I had
only met my uncle on just a very few occasions.  He was pretty much a
stranger to me. By the time I got off work my sexual fever had begun to
subside.  I won't try to tell you that I was back to normal.  But as I
stood waiting for the train to take me home I felt like I was under
control. My usual train arrived and I got on and found a seat immediately.
For those of you who do not ride the subway, I have noticed something about
the people that ride them every day.  They tend to take the same train at
the same time every day and depending on the crowds, they often ride in the
same car. As soon as I sat down I reached into my purse and pulled out my
book.  I turned to the page I had marked and started to read.  I fully
intended to ignore every other person on the train that evening.  But I
just couldn't keep my eyes from glancing up for a second.  And when I did I
saw the man I had flashed on the way home yesterday.  He was staring
anxiously at my knees, obviously hoping for an encore presentation. Even as
I told myself that I was going to behave myself this evening I felt my
knees begin to slowly separate and the excitement I felt was truly
palpable. I was actually having trouble drawing a breath! I watched over
the top of my book as the man licked his lips and stared intently.  I saw
his excitement mount as more and more of my legs went on display. I glanced
around at the other passengers and unlike yesterday my little show was
being observed by another man as well.  As far as I could tell, though, it
was just the three of us.  The other passengers were oblivious, reading or
staring off into space. My skirt was slightly shorter today.  And without
really intending to I spread my legs a bit farther than I did yesterday. 
Or at least I think that it was unintentional.  I saw the excitement on the
faces of both men and I knew that if they looked up from my crotch they
would see that same expression on my face. I glanced down, trying to judge
how much they could see.  As my legs separated my skirt rode up my thighs
and there was no question in my mind that both men could see the tiny patch
of material that just barely covered my vulva.  And they had to know that
it was intentional.  No decent woman sits the way I was sitting on a public
subway car without intending to put herself on display. The older man who
had caught my first show yesterday looked up suddenly and smiled at me.  My
face was already as red as it could get.  I quickly looked down at my book.
I couldn't even see the words.  But I couldn't look that man in the eye.
Our eyes had met, though.  He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt now that I
was intentionally displaying my underwear for him and now for another man
as well.  What I still couldn't understand was why, now that I had been
caught, I was still sitting with my legs spread like a tramp. I didn't
move, though.  I sat there with my sexy underwear exposed, my heart beating
so loud I could hardly hear the sound of the subway's wheels counting a
regular cadence on the rails as we raced toward my stop.  I felt my sex
quivering as if I was holding my vibrator against it. I was aware of my
kinky fantasies taking over again.  The fantasy I had last night of
standing up and undressing in front of all these people was different this
evening.  Now I imagined the two men who were staring lustfully at my
exposed underwear coming over and pulling me to my feet.  I almost groaned
out loud as I pictured them undressing me while I stood helplessly and
allowed it to happen. But of course that didn't happen.  Instead, we
arrived at my stop and I ran from the car again.  I rushed up the stairs
and then stood back to make sure that I wasn't followed. I stood in a
recessed doorway, terrified that someone had witnessed my exposure on the
train and might decide to follow me home.  Yet at the same time I imagined
some big strong man coming up those stairs, grabbing me by the arm, and
ordering me to take him to my apartment so that he could rape me.  And at
that moment I think that I would have done it! I wasn't sure that I wasn't
disappointed when no one followed me.  I drew a few deep breaths and forced
myself to calm down.  Then I turned and walked as quickly as I could to my
apartment. I was rushing to my bedroom, anxious to wrap my thighs around my
cold, hard vibrator in lieu of the real thing when there was a knock on my
door.  My first instinct was to ignore it.  But after knocking again I
heard Ian from next door say, "Kari.  It's me, Ian.  Can I talk to you for
a moment?" I was so desperate to strip down and satisfy that burning itch
between my thighs that I almost screamed in frustration.  But I turned and
walked back to the door, determined to get rid of Ian quickly. I opened the
door and somehow Ian ended up standing inside my apartment.  I didn't close
the door.  I was anxious to get rid of him. I saw the way he was looking at
me.  It was as if he could read my mind.  I saw him trying to suppress a
grin as he stared into my eyes. I knew Ian pretty well.  We entertained
each other for dinner from time to time.  But it was strictly a platonic
relationship.  We were just friends.  Neither of us had even hinted that we
would be interested in anything beyond a good meal and friendly
conversation.  And anyway, he was much too old for me.  His son was closer
to my age than he was. But now, I sensed a sexual tension between us.  Or
maybe it was just that my mind was clouded by my own need for sexual
satisfaction. I finally regained my power of speech.  I tried to sound calm
when I asked, "What can I do for you, Ian?  I just got home and I'm anxious
to get out of these clothes and have a drink." I watched his eyes scan my
body in a suggestive manner.  He had never looked at me like that before
and suddenly I realized that something had changed between us and I didn't
know what or why. Ian was a nice guy.  I liked him.  But he was not someone
I would ever want to date, or anything else of a personal nature.  I
certainly had no desire to have sex with him.  Even as horny as I was at
this moment I couldn't imagine having sex with Ian. It wasn't that he was
unattractive.  He didn't have movie star looks.  He was someone that might
be described as ruggedly handsome.  He was about six feet tall and probably
weighed about a hundred and seventy-five pounds.  He was in his late
thirties, much too old for me.  He had dark hair that was just starting to
gray around the temples. I suppose that if I was ten or fifteen years older
I could go for him. Ian smiled disarmingly and said, "Craig tells me he
loaned you my ex wife's white noise machine.  Have you been using it?  Does
it help?" I wanted to scream at him to leave.  I desperately needed to go
to my bedroom and rape my vibrator.  I didn't know why this conversation
was so urgent that it had to take place now.  But I attempted to control my
impatience.  I answered, "Yes, Ian.  I have been using it and it works like
a charm.  I haven't slept this well since I was a baby.  Thank you.  Why?
Do you need it back?" He smiled and replied, "No.  You are more than
welcome to use it." I sighed with relief.  I would have hated to give it
up. He continued, "But I need to take a look at it.  I'll take it back to
my place and check it out.  I want to check the wiring.  I had to replace
the power cord on it and I just want to make sure it's safe." Great!  I can
give it to him and he will leave and I can get down to business.  I smiled,
hoping he wouldn't notice how strained my smile was.  I said, "I'll get it
for you, Ian." I turned and hurried down the short hallway to my bedroom. I
didn't even realize he was following me until I bent down and reached
between my nightstand and the wall to unplug the damned thing! I looked up
to see him watching me as I unplugged the white noise machine.  I saw him
staring at my nightstand and I realized without looking that he was looking
at the vibrator resting there where I always left it now, in plain view. I
nearly died of embarrassment when he moved closer.  He smiled and picked my
vibrator up.  He looked at it.  He sniffed it and his smile grew.  Then he
said, "Sweet little Kari.  You don't need this!  All you had to do was come
over and knock on my door, day or night.  I didn't realize how desperate
you were." There was a smirk in his voice that I'd never heard before.  I
should have been furious.  But for some reason I wasn't.  It was as if I
suddenly saw the logic of his words.  I nearly slapped my forehead and
said, "Of course!  What was I thinking?!" But I didn't.  I stood there.  I
was unable to speak, unable to move. He put his hands on my shoulders and
gently turned me to face him.  He reached down and removed the power cord
from my unfeeling fingers and let it fall to the floor.  He quietly said,
"I'll take that with me when I leave.  But don't worry.  I'll bring it back
tonight before you go to bed.  I know how you can come to depend on
something like that when you have trouble sleeping." Without another word,
without a kiss or a caress, with absolutely no warning he reached out and
began to calmly unbutton the front of my dress.  I gasped in shock.  But I
didn't move.  And I didn't protest. I felt the blush suffuse my face and
neck.  But my only reaction was to swallow loudly and then moan helplessly
as he slowly worked his fingers down the front of my dress, unbuttoning one
button after another as if we did this all the time. He exhibited total
confidence.  He knew without a doubt that I was going to permit this!  My
mind was spinning out of control.  How did he know?  I know that I had
never given him any indication that I would submit like this.  I've never
flirted with him.  I've never even said anything while kidding around that
might be misinterpreted. But he knew!  Somehow he knew that I would permit
this! HOW?!  How could he possibly know?!  Hell!  I didn't know that I
would permit him to follow me into my bedroom and undress me! And why was I
permitting this?  I didn't want this!  Well, I can't deny that I was horny.
I wanted to make love to a man.  But I wanted to make love to a man with
whom I had a relationship, a man I loved.  Not a man with whom I was
casually acquainted! And yet there I stood, mute and inexplicably helpless
while my next door neighbor removed my dress.  For just a second my mind
flashed back to the fantasy I had experienced on the subway.  I remembered
how excited I became imagining my two man audience pulling me to my feet
and undressing me while everyone else in our car watched. A shiver of
excitement ran through me.  I wasn't certain if the excitement was a result
of flashing back to the fantasy or was it because my next door neighbor had
followed me into my bedroom and began to casually undress me as if I
belonged to him? It had been a long time since anyone had seen me naked. 
Being naked in front of someone of the opposite sex was exciting enough,
especially when it happened as rarely as it happened to me.  But under
these unusual circumstances I suddenly found that although this was
contrary to every concept I held dear about my own sexuality, I was
incredibly aroused. I won't go so far as to say that I wanted this to
happen.  But I can't deny that although I was too embarrassed to even
speak, I was as turned on as I had ever been in my life.  I don't know why.
But if he had stopped and apologized and started to leave I think I would
have tackled him! He unbuttoned my dress down to my waist and slowly spread
the sides open.  He gazed with obvious approval at my lacy bra.  I heard a
noise from somewhere deep inside of him and I knew that he was reacting to
what he could see of me with only my almost transparent bra covering my
breasts.  The bra was only there for decoration.  I didn't need the
support. I could see in his eyes that I had chosen well.  He obviously
approved. He slid my dress down off my shoulders and down my arms.  His
hands moved to my breasts.  He held them gently and I gasped when I felt
the heat of his hands envelop them.  It had been so long!  Damn that felt
good! His hands held my breasts lightly for a moment before lightly
caressing them.  I closed my eyes and struggled to keep my shaking legs
under me. I cried out when I felt his warm lips wrap around my left nipple.
His hot breath sent shock waves through me as it seemed to course through
my body and clamp down on my swollen clit. A moment ago I wanted him to go
away and leave me alone.  Now I wanted to scream at him to quit fucking
around.  I wanted him to strip me ...  to fuck me!  I needed him to take me
and use me. This wasn't exactly the fantasy I had on the subway.  But it
was close enough. He teased my breasts for a little while longer.  By the
time he finally reached for the catch between my breasts I was panting with
lust.  I was desperate for him to stop toying with me and get on with it. I
opened my eyes for a moment and looked into his eyes.  I saw the arrogance.
I belonged to him now and he knew it.  He was dragging this out on purpose.
He was tormenting me for the pure pleasure that it brought him! In that
moment when our eyes met he made it clear to me without saying a word that
I belonged to him now.  I didn't know about later.  I couldn't think that
far ahead.  I couldn't think at all! His fingers easily unfastened the
clasp on my bra.  There was no immature fumbling.  He touched it and it
fell away, releasing and baring my breasts.  And then it was gone. His
hands returned to my swollen, sensitive breasts and this time they touched
my flesh directly.  My hands came up and grabbed his forearms.  But not to
stop him.  I had no desire to stop him now.  I only wanted to support
myself.  I was nearly unable to stand. But I wasn't the only one that was
getting impatient.  He finally pushed my dress down over my hips and let it
fall to the floor at my feet.  He grinned when he saw my thong and my thigh
high hose.  But he didn't waste a lot of time looking.  He quickly pushed
my thong down and let it fall to the floor with my dress.  He must have
liked my hose because he left them right where they were. His hand gripped
my right wrist and placed my hand on the bulge in the front of his slacks.
I gave voice to my lust, crying out wordlessly as my fingers attempted to
hold his hard cock.  It felt huge! He smiled at me and said, "It's been a
long time for both of us, Kari.  I'm going to fuck you like you have never
been fucked before." He took me into his arms and held me tight.  His hands
gripped the cheeks of my ass and he pulled me tight against his body,
lifting me right up off of the floor.  His lips closed on my neck and he
bit me, hard!  Not hard enough to break the skin.  But it hurt.  And when
he did that I had my first orgasm! I pressed my body against that large,
throbbing bulge in his pants and sobbed, "Please, Ian!  Please!" He ground
his hard cock against me for a moment and then he sat me down on the edge
of my bed.  He stood in front of me and pulled my head down until his cock
was right in my face.  He was still wearing the suit pants that he had worn
to the office today.  The pleated front was loose and the material was
thin. I felt his hot sex organ throbbing against my cheek.  I turned my
face and began to kiss it while he started unbuttoning his shirt.  I kept
my lips on his cock and reached up to unfasten his belt. I moved my face
away only long enough to pull his zipper down.  Then I placed my lips
against the head of his cock through his tight, white jockey shorts and
started kissing it slavishly. Ian's shirt had disappeared.  He pushed my
head away and I looked up with a new appreciation at his slender body.  He
was not large and bulging with muscles.  But he was toned and in very good
shape.  He quickly pushed his pants and his shorts down, toed his shoes off
and pulled his legs free, all in only seconds. He straightened up and I got
my first good look at his hard cock.  I was very impressed!  It was not
huge.  It wasn't a big monster cock that was going to tear me up.  But it
was at least seven inches long and it was fatter than the other four cocks
I had experienced.  It was just a nice, clean, masculine, and very virile
looking cock. He pulled my head back down and I welcomed it between my lips
eagerly.  I was not that experienced when it came to oral sex.  I actually
wasn't that experienced when it came to any kind of sex.  But with my first
two boyfriends I had absolutely refused to let them put their cocks in my
mouth. My third boyfriend finally talked me into trying it.  He must have
liked it.  It seemed like only seconds before he was filling my mouth with
hot slime and I was choking and gagging and pushing against his stomach,
trying to get free. It had been a very bad experience, for both of us.  I
really made a mess of him when I spit that white slime up all over him. 
The son of a bitch didn't even warn me! My fourth boyfriend was a more
intuitive and more intelligent lover.  He didn't push me into anything.  He
was very good at providing me with pleasure with his lips and his tongue
and eventually I felt the desire to return the favor. He took his time with
me.  I told him about my one previous experience and he was very
understanding.  He promised never to cum in my mouth.  Not unless I wanted
him to. I thought that was strange.  I appreciated it.  But why on earth
would I ever want a boy to cum in my mouth?! We slowly worked it into our
love life.  He would eat my pussy, often for extended and very exciting
periods of time.  Then I would suck on his cock until he warned me that he
was going to cum.  At that point I would move up beside him and we would
finish making love, usually in the missionary position. He seemed satisfied
and I avoided having that nasty stuff in my mouth. But one day we did
things differently.  We tried a sixty-nine for the first time.  I found
that sucking his cock while he was teasing my pussy was much more exciting.
And that was what he was doing, too.  He was teasing me.  He brought me
close time after time.  But he didn't let me cum.  Every time I was just
about to cum he would stop what he was doing and let my orgasm subside. I
ended up feeling very much like I did when I got home from my subway ride
this afternoon, desperate for an orgasm.  I was turned on like never
before. We kept that up for a very long, very exciting time and when he
finally warned me that he was going to cum I groaned and wrapped my arms
around his ass.  I held him still and gobbled his cock as if I knew what
the hell I was doing. He cried out once more, warning me that he couldn't
hold back.  I moaned around his cock and that was the last straw.  He began
to fill my mouth with a huge load of cum. I gagged a little at first.  But
I remained in place with my lips wrapped around his cock and I moaned over
and over as he came like never before.  I won't lie and tell you that I
suddenly loved the taste.  I didn't.  It was terrible.  But I held it all
in my mouth until he gently pulled his cock free.  I held his cum in my
mouth until I got used to the strong, bleachy taste.  Then I swallowed,
deciding that it was a very exciting thing to do, even if the end result
left something to be desired. After that day I gradually became comfortable
with the feminine art of cocksucking.  We didn't do it every time we made
love.  But we did it with increasing frequency and I found that the more I
did and the better I became at it the more exciting it was. His was the
only cock I had to practice on, of course.  Unfortunately, we split up half
way through our senior year of college.  For a number of reasons I didn't
get involved with anyone else after that. It has been a long time since I
was with my college boyfriend.  And Ian's cock was much larger than any of
my old boyfriends.  But I wanted nothing more right at that moment than to
suck Ian's large, masculine sex organ and bring him pleasure. I wrapped my
hand around the base of his cock and began sliding my lips down the shaft,
caressing it with my tongue as I did.  Ian moaned in pleasure as my mouth
enveloped the top half of his shaft and I struggled to take even more of it
into my mouth. He didn't try to force more of his cock into my mouth than I
could handle.  Neither did he try to discourage my attempts to take more
and more of his cock into my mouth. I gagged when the head of his cock
struck against the back of my throat.  But I didn't let that discourage me.
I was certain that it was just because I was out of practice.  I wasn't
trying to take it into my throat or anything.  I'm no deep throat artist.
But I felt compelled to take as much as I could of his beautiful cock into
my mouth so that I could please him. I was pretty proud of myself, too.  I
got much more than half of that fat thing in my mouth.  He patted my head
after some amount of time had passed.  I have no idea how long.  I was so
excited that I was hardly aware of time having passed.  He said, "Good
girl. Now get ready.  You are about to get the treat you have been working
so hard for." I knew it wasn't a treat.  But he was right.  I had worked
hard for it and I actually did want it.  I wasn't ready for what I got
though.  Ian had been separated and then divorced for a total of nearly two
years.  I found myself swallowing one huge mouthful of cum after another
and wondering if this was the first orgasm he had experienced since his
wife left him.  I had never experienced anything like this before.  There
must have been close to a quarter cup of cum in those large balls!  Okay,
maybe that's a slight exaggeration.  But there was a hell of a lot! I held
his cock in my mouth after I swallowed his cum.  He continued to pet me
affectionately as if I was his favorite dog.  At any other time I would
have found the way he was treating me demeaning.  But for some reason, at
that moment I was unaware of how he was debasing me as he used me for his
pleasure. No, that isn't entirely accurate.  I had a sense that he was
treating me in a manner calculated to demean and humiliate me.  But for
some reason that turned me on all the more!  I hate it that I felt that
way. But I did. Ian's cock never went soft.  He left it in my mouth for a
few minutes and let me suck on it a little longer.  Then he stepped back
and said, "Okay.  Now it's time to fuck that hot little pussy of yours. 
Get up on the bed and stretch out on your back.  Now that you have taken
the edge off I'm going to fuck you half to death, bitch." He called me
bitch!  He called me bitch and when he did I nearly had an orgasm!!  I must
have truly lost my mind.  I would never permit a man to talk to me like
that.  And I would certainly not lie back and spread my legs for him so
that he could put his hard cock into me and use me. But I did!  I moaned
passionately and threw myself down in the center of my bed.  I spread my
legs wide apart and held out my arms to welcome Ian into me. He got on his
knees between my legs and smiled down at me for a moment.  He began to
tease me.  "You need it bad, don't you, cunt?  You need some cock.  You are
hornier than you have ever been in your life.  Isn't that right, little
Kari?" He moved closer to me and the head of his cock came to rest on my
vulva.  He gently slid it up and down through my sopping wet slit.  I
nearly screamed at him to fuck me.  But he reached down and slapped one of
my breasts and snapped, "I asked you a fucking question, cunt!  Answer me!"
Cunt!  Christ I hate that demeaning word.  And yet when he called me that
it sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.  I finally found my voice and
answered, "YES!  God yes!  I need your cock!  Please, Ian, I need you to
fuck me!" I almost didn't recognize my own voice.  I was choked up with
lust, lust like I had never experienced it before.  I would have said or
done anything at that moment to have that fat cock inside of me.  Anything!
He moved over me finally.  He supported his weight on his hands and his
knees and worked just the fat head of his cock inside of me.  I sobbed in
pleasure and waited with bated breath for him to drive that hard shaft into
me to the hilt. But he didn't.  He wasn't through tormenting me.  I opened
my eyes to see why he wasn't fucking me and I saw that smug look on his
face as he smiled down at me. In a desperate, whiney voice that only served
to increase my humiliation I whispered, "Please, Ian!  Fuck me please.  I
need it so bad!" But he didn't move.  Instead, he leaned down and licked my
face like an animal.  It should have grossed me out.  But I nearly had an
orgasm when he did it! I groaned and tried to lift my hips, trying
desperately to get more of his cock inside of me.  He wouldn't let me.  His
hips moved back so that just the fat knob at the tip of his cock remained
wedged inside of me. I was just about to scream at him when he asked, "Who
was the last man to see your underwear, bitch?" I started to tell him about
my boyfriend in college but he cut me off.  "Don't lie to me, bitch!  Are
you going to tell me that you haven't let any man see your underwear since
college?!  If you lie to me again I'll have to punish you." How the hell
did he know?!  But he did know.  I could see it in his eyes.  Even so, I
couldn't bring myself to tell him what I had done on the subway.  It was
too humiliating.  I shook my head and pleaded once more, "Please, Ian!  I
need you to fuck me.  I need it so bad!" But he didn't move. Finally I
yelled, "I don't know!!  I don't know their names!" He chuckled and said,
"Their names?  More than one?  Who, Kari?" I closed my eyes and mumbled,
"On the subway on the way home.  I let them look up my skirt.  I don't know
them.  I don't know why I did it.  I couldn't help myself.  But that's all
I did!  I swear it!" I felt him begin to move into me then.  I felt that
wonderful fat cock begin to stretch me and fill me like never before as he
slowly entered me.  I had my first orgasm before his cock was half way
inside of me.  I wrapped my legs around his and I reached around his back
and tried to pull him down on top of me.  I was completely out of control.
I was a total wanton slut.  I had lost control for the first time in my
life. He lowered himself down onto his elbows and I finally felt his body
covering me, taking control, taking possession.  His cock bottomed out and
I had never felt so full in my life.  It was a glorious feeling and I was
so grateful that he didn't move for a long time while we both savored it.
He shivered with pleasure as my pussy gripped his cock.  If he had ever
made love to a woman who had a pussy tight as mine it had been a very long
time. But then, this wasn't making love.  This was fucking. Heground his
pubic bone against me.  I heard myself panting like a true bitch in heat. I
lifted my head and began to kiss and lick his chest and his shoulders.  I
even stuck my tongue into his armpits!  Nothing was turning me off.  His
taste and his scent were pure aphrodisiacs.  Everything about this ... 
this what, this rape?  This fuck? Everything he did, everything about him
was perfect.  I was half out of my mind and I was thoroughly enjoying this
perfect sex act.  And it was the most demeaning sex I had ever had!  This
man had just followed me into my bedroom and undressed me!  He was calling
me terrible names and he had not kissed me once! I didn't care about that
now, though.  I only cared about that magnificent cock that was just
starting to stroke into me with hard, regular, breathtaking thrusts.  Sex
had never been like this before!  For the first time I was finding out what
it could be like to surrender to a man.  There was a lot to recommend it.
He fucked me for a very long time with increasing violence.  I came often
and each orgasm was more satisfying than the last.  At the end, when he
began ramming his cock into me like that proverbial wild stallion and it
started to hurt so good I heard a woman screaming incoherently.  I could
hear the passion in her voice and I knew just how she felt.  It wasn't
until just before I lost consciousness that I realized it was me doing all
that screaming! When consciousness returned the first thing I realized was
that the magnificent cock that had had just stirred my passions so
violently and driven me to heights of erotic pleasure that I had never
reached before was still inside of me.  I opened my eyes to see Ian still
grinning down at me.  Still with that arrogant look on his face that
somehow seemed so appropriate. We were both covered in sweat.  He leaned
down and nipped at my neck again and said, "You really did need some cock,
didn't you, bitch?" I groaned in embarrassment.  But I whispered my honest
response, "Yes." I shivered uncontrollably as he slowly pulled his cock out
of me and got out of bed.  I was surprised at how disappointed I felt that
it was over.  But it wasn't over. He stood beside the bed looking down at
me.  He said, "You're a fucking mess.  Take a quick shower and come to my
apartment.  Don't dawdle.  You don't want to piss me off." I should have
hated being talked to that way.  But it sent shivers down my spine, shivers
of excitement. He pulled his pants and his t-shirt on and picked up his
shirt and his shoes and socks.  He picked up the white noise machine and
started for my bedroom door but before he walked out he turned and said,
"It's come as you are, bitch.  I want you wearing just exactly what you
have on now." I sat up so suddenly that I almost passed out again.  I
exclaimed, "What!  I can't go out like this!  Ian!  Be reasonable!" It was
as if I never said a word.  He turned and walked away.  I heard my
apartment door close when he left.  I sat there stunned.  I couldn't
believe what I had just done.  But more than that, I got up and rushed to
the bathroom with his cum running down my thighs and I couldn't believe
what I was going to do.  For I knew that even as much as the very idea
appalled me, I was going to go to his apartment door in the nude as soon as
I got cleaned up!  I knew at that moment, because he had ordered me to do
so, I was going to step out into a public hallway in the nude! Once more I
was forced to ponder what could possibly have brought about this huge
change in me.  I sat on the toilet listening to large globs of slimy cum
dripping slowly into the water beneath me and wondered how I had lost so
much control over my actions. My desperate need for cock was slaked for the
moment.  What excuse did I now have for stepping out into the hallway
between our apartments, totally naked?  Maybe I really did need
professional help!





   Chapter 2 Posted: May 25, 2009 - 10:52:16 pm When the cum finally
stopped draining out of me I wiped myself and struggled to my feet.  I
wasn't sore exactly.  But I was exhausted and parts of me were very tender.
I tried very hard not to think too much as I took a quick shower and dried
and brushed my hair.  I brushed my teeth and put on a little lipstick. 
Then I stared at myself in the mirror.  It still looked like me!  But these
things I was doing!  That wasn't me! And then I was at my front door,
trying to figure out why I would do what I was about to do.  I was about to
step out into the hallway that was shared by twenty apartments.  I was
going to step out into public in the nude even though somewhere in the back
of my mind a voice was screaming at me not to do this.  I seemed to have no
choice but to ignore that voice in my head and obey Ian. It was as if I had
been drugged.  But I knew that no one had drugged me.  No one had an
opportunity.  That was one of the things that a single girl learned to look
out for, especially after moving to the big city.  I hadn't been
hypnotized. Not ever.  No one had threatened me.  I wasn't being
blackmailed.  So what was compelling me to allow the man next door to
undress me and have sex with me and then order me join him in his
apartment, in the nude?! And why, despite the fact that I knew how wrong
this was, was I not even trying to fight against my apparent acceptance, my
complicity in these degrading acts? I was starting to get a headache from
trying to answer a question that could not be answered. I opened my front
door slowly and peeked out.  I stuck my head out and looked in both
directions.  When I was satisfied that there was no one in the hallway I
stepped out and shut my door.  I felt so exposed, so incredibly vulnerable
...  and so fucking excited! I took three steps and I was at Ian's door.  I
knocked and waited anxiously for him to open it. I heard his voice call
out, "Just a minute, Kari.  I'll be right there." But he lied! He took his
sweet time.  He took so long that two young men got off the elevator and
turned towards me.  I glanced in their direction and almost screamed when I
recognized them.  I had spoken with both of them several times since I
moved in, out at the pool or when meeting at the mailboxes downstairs. 
Neither of them had asked me out.  We were just neighbors and
acquaintances. I saw them take several steps in my direction and then come
to a stop.  I quickly covered what little of my exposed flesh that I could
with my arms but even then I didn't rush back into my apartment!  I stood
waiting for Ian to let me into his apartment so that he could continue to
sexually abuse me. The two men, Mark and Karl, began walking slowly down
the hall in my direction.  They stopped a couple of feet away.  After
staring for a moment, Mark asked, "Kari?  Is everything alright?" I felt
myself blushing furiously.  I must have been bright red all the way down to
my waist!  I nodded my head and said, "Yes.  I'm okay.  Please, don't ask
me to explain this.  I can't.  But I'm alright." I didn't actually believe
that I was alright.  But how could I explain my behavior?  I was obeying
every command I received without being threatened or drugged or compelled
in any way that I could discover. Karl chuckled and said, "Looking good,
Kari!  I see you're a true redhead.  I don't think I've ever seen a redhead
naked before.  Very sexy." I had enough time to say, "Thank you, Karl,"
before Ian finally opened the door.  He smiled and said hello to Mark and
Karl.  Then he stood back and let me in. I rushed past him and stood behind
the door.  I was so desperate to hide from the two men in the hall that I
never even noticed that Craig was sitting in the living room watching me
with a huge smile on his face. Ian spoke briefly with the two men and then
stepped out into the hall with them and closed the door.  It wasn't until
that moment that I saw Craig.  I squealed and covered myself with my arms
again. Craig laughed and said, "Put your arms down, Kari.  You're
beautiful. I want to get a better look at you." I obeyed!  What the hell?!
I was now permitting a fifteen year old boy to ogle my naked body. Craig
got to his feet and crossed the room with a lewd smile on his face.  He
stopped in front of me and then ordered me to turn around slowly.  Once
more I obeyed. When I was finally facing him again he said, "You are so
hot! I can't wait to fuck you.  This is going to be so fucking great!  Dad
said I can do anything I want with you.  You're going to suck my cock and
I'm going to fuck you until I can't get a hard on anymore.  It's like I'm
living my wet dreams!" I shook my head and asked, "Why?  Why are you doing
this to me?  How are you doing this to me?  I don't understand.  I'm not
like this!" Craig grinned and replied, "Dad told me not to answer any of
your questions.  You have to ask him.  All I know is, he came back from
your place half an hour ago and asked me if I was a virgin.  When I
admitted that I was he said, 'Today is your lucky day!' He sure wasn't
lying.  When he told me that you were gonna come over here and let me fuck
you I got a hard on.  I've had it ever since." He reached out tentatively
and rested a hand on my breast.  I could see from his expression that
despite what his father had told him he wasn't sure that he wouldn't get
slapped. But even now, even with this boy, I seemed unable to refuse him
anything.  I felt compelled to let him do whatever he wanted.  I also felt
my own sexual arousal building quickly again.  This was turning me on! 
This was making me as horny as flashing those men on the subway or letting
his father rape me just half an hour ago. When I didn't object to his touch
or attempt to pull away, Craig began to explore my breast with his hot,
sweaty hand.  His other hand came up and began to move over my other
breast. It was obvious from the expression of wonder on his face that he
had never touched a breast before and he was in awe of mine.  He had
probably never seen naked breasts in real life before this moment. I almost
laughed when I thought about the fact that up until today only four boys
had seen my breasts.  But in the last hour, three men and a boy had seen
them.  The number of males that have seen me naked just doubled! The door
opened, startling both of us.  We were so wrapped up in what Craig was
doing with his hands as he explored a female body for the first time that
we had forgotten about Ian.  He closed the door behind him and smiled when
he saw what Craig was doing.  He said, "Craig, why don't you take her to
your room.  Take your time, enjoy yourself." Then he turned to me and said,
"You do whatever the boy wants, bitch.  Do you understand me?" I nodded. 
But the additional instructions seemed unnecessary.  I didn't seem capable
of saying no to anyone anymore. Craig released my breasts, grabbed my wrist
and led me to his room.  As soon as we were inside he began to undress
rapidly.  I stood back out of the way and watched. I should have been
crying and screaming and I knew it.  I was about to be raped again.  I
might be going along and obeying every order.  But I was self aware enough
to know that something was different about me.  Someone had done something
to me to make me this way.  I don't know who or what.  I just knew that
someone had been playing with my brain. Even knowing that, though, I felt
my sexual arousal growing as I watched Craig undress.  Much like his father
he was a fairly handsome and well built boy, though the boy part still
bothered me.  And when he finally removed his underwear I saw that he took
after his father down there, too.  His cock was hard and throbbing and
nearly as large as his father's.  It was pretty damned impressive for a
slender fifteen year old boy! As soon as he was naked, Craig pulled me over
to his bed.  He sat down and spread his legs and pulled me close.  He
examined my body for a few minutes.  He was fascinated by my pussy and
spent a long time looking at it and touching it. He didn't know what he was
doing.  And he obviously wasn't doing it to arouse me.  He was merely
exploring the first pussy that he had ever seen.  But I was being touched
by a boy.  That turns me on.  Even under these strange circumstances being
touched by a boy turns me on. He spread my pussy open and stared at it for
a long time.  After he had looked at it long enough to memorize every
feature, he released my labia with his right hand and slowly worked first
one and then two fingers inside of me. I closed my eyes, tilted my head
back and shuddered with pleasure.  I almost didn't hear him ask, "Do you
like that?  Does that feel good?" I sighed and answered, "Yes.  Yes, that
feels very nice." Then I asked, "Do you really want to know how to please a
woman?  I can show you." I have no idea where that came from!  Why would I
want to help him rape me?! He answered instantly, "Yes!  I want that.  Tell
me what to do, Kari." I looked down and smiled.  His cock looked like it
must be painful.  It was hard and dark red, almost purple.  It was
throbbing wildly and I somehow felt compelled to suggest, "Let me take care
of that first.  Then I can tell you how to please a woman." I didn't wait
for him to answer.  I moved back a little and dropped to my knees between
his legs.  I reached out and held his throbbing cock at the very base with
just my thumb and forefinger.  Then I didn't even hesitate.  I leaned down
and took half of his cock into my mouth all at once. My mouth closed around
his cock and he cried out wordlessly.  His ass came right up off the bed
and he exclaimed, "Son of a bitch!  Fuck that feels good!" I massaged his
cock with my tongue and slid my mouth up and down the shaft as far as I
could.  On the fourth or fifth stroke his entire body started quivering. 
His ass lifted up again and the flood gates were released.  It is difficult
to judge volume under these circumstances.  But I am pretty sure that he
shot almost as much cum into my mouth as his father had a little while ago.
I almost didn't gag at all.  I suppose what they is true.  Practice makes
perfect.  I don't mean to imply that I could now provide a perfect blowjob.
But I seemed to be getting better at it. I waited until his cock was
completely drained and then I straightened up again.  I looked up at Craig.
He had a silly grin on his face.  He was still bright red and his breath
was still a little ragged.  But he opened his eyes and exclaimed, "That was
fantastic!!" As soon as he had recuperated I invited him to join me on his
bed.  His bed was a twin bed and it was going to be kind of cramped but I
was sure we could manage. Craig had other plans for me before we began his
sex lessons.  He stood up and said, "There is something else we need to do
first.  Don't move." He went to his desk and took a digital camera out of
one of the drawers.  Then he started taking nude pictures of me.  I covered
my body with my arms again and pleaded with him to stop.  I had never
allowed anyone to take this kind of picture of me.  The idea that there
would now exist nude pictures of me and that they would be out of my hands
was terrifying. But Craig just smiled and ordered me to put my arms down. I
wanted desperately to disobey him.  But for the same mysterious reason that
I did everything else I was told now I obeyed. He moved around me, taking
pictures from every angle.  Then he started ordering me into humiliating
poses while he took more pictures.  The pictures quickly started to
devolve. I was ordered to hold my breasts out and then to tease my own
nipples.  I was forced to spread my pussy open while he took more pictures.
He even made me turn around, bend over and spread the cheeks of my ass
apart for his viewing pleasure! He must have taken close to fifty pictures
before he put the camera down.  I was incredibly humiliated.  And yet I was
so very aroused! My last few poses had been while lying on his bed.  He
joined me there now and I began to instruct him.  I started with the very
basics.  First we worked on his kissing technique.  He seemed to enjoy it.
But kissing wasn't what he was interested in and he quickly grew impatient.
I tried to point out that patience was an important virtue for a good
lover. He was too anxious to move on for that advice to sink in. I amused
myself as I tried to teach Craig how to be a good lover.  I sounded like an
expert when it came to sex.  The truth was that I didn't know much more
about sex than he did.  But I was bound to know more about the female body
than he did since I happened to be in possession of one.  And that was what
he really wanted to learn about. We lay together with his hand on my breast
while I explained how girls liked to be touched.  I showed him all of the
erogenous zones that I was aware of and explained how best to use those
parts of a girl's body to turn her on.  I also tried to make him understand
how it worked to his benefit to turn his partner on.  He seemed to be
having trouble concentrating but I actually think he was getting it, some
of it anyway. When I started to explain the parts of the female sex organ,
especially the clit, and how best to stimulate a woman, he moved down and
after spreading my legs apart he lay down between them with his face just
inches from my pussy.  He gently spread my pussy open again and stared at
me. No one had ever examined my sex organ so closely before, no one but my
gynecologist.  I should have been extremely embarrassed.  Well, actually, I
was.  And yet I felt my own level of arousal growing rapidly. He started to
lightly tease my clit with the tip of his index finger while I talked about
how sensitive it was.  I didn't even finish my first sentence before I had
to stop talking until my orgasm subsided. He watched me, fascinated, and I
think more than a little excited at having caused me to have an orgasm. His
expression changed when I began to describe the manly art of pussy eating.
Suddenly he looked skeptical.  He was aware that people did that sort of
thing, of course.  But he wasn't so sure he wanted to try it himself. My
state of arousal had been growing slowly since I followed Craig to his
bedroom.  I had already experienced one orgasm.  By now my pussy was
beginning to excrete the clear fluid that women secrete to make intercourse
more pleasurable.  I explained what that fluid was and that it was, for all
intents and purposes, the same fluid that oozed from his cock when he
became aroused.  That may not have been the smartest thing to say to him.
You know how insecure guys are. I finally was able to convince him to taste
me.  He reluctantly transferred some of my fluids to his tongue from his
index finger.  When he didn't taste anything he screwed up his courage and
leaned forward slightly.  He extended his tongue very timidly.  To watch
him you would have thought that he was about to touch his tongue to the
burner of a hot stove. But when he didn't get burned, when the taste turned
out to be not at all unpleasant, and when I moaned in pleasure he quickly
lost his fear and began to eat my pussy while I offered advice between
continued moans of pleasure. It wasn't very long at all before Craig was
doing a very good job, and doing it enthusiastically.  His enthusiasm
seemed to escalate when I started having one vocal orgasm after another as
he practiced his new found skills on me. I finally couldn't stand it any
longer and I gently lifted his head away from my pussy.  I was gasping and
panting for breath and only half aware when he crawled up over me.  I felt
him probing for my opening with his throbbing cock. I reached between us
and guided his cock into me.  He slammed it into me with one violent,
uncontrolled stroke.  His body stopped moving and stiffened up as if he was
having an orgasm when his cock was buried in me to the hilt.  He groaned
and exclaimed under his breath, "Oh my god!  That's ...  that feels ... 
FUCK ME!  I never felt anything like that in my life!  Jesus, Kari!" I
realized that he had not just cum as a result of the feel of a pussy
clamping down on his cock for the first time.  He was just enthralled by
the sensations he was experiencing. I smiled up at him.  The look of
absolute bliss on his face was exciting me even more than I already was.  I
put my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me.  We didn't move
for several minutes.  We savored the moment, that moment of extreme bliss
two people experience when a hard cock enters a hot, wet pussy for the
first time. Craig finally opened his eyes and looked down at me.  He had a
look on his face that could only be described as adoration.  But I knew it
wasn't because he was in love with me.  He adored the feelings that my body
was providing to his.  Now he knew what was so special about sex. He leaned
down and kissed me, forgetting everything I had just taught him about
technique.  It was a violent kiss.  And it was just right for the moment we
were sharing.  I hugged him tighter and returned his kiss with just as much
gusto.  I tasted my juices on his lips and that only added to my
excitement. After several minutes, Craig finally started to fuck me with
long slow strokes.  His fat cock felt wonderful inside of me.  It felt just
as exciting as his father's slightly larger cock had felt when he raped me
in my bedroom when I got home from work today. Neither one of us was able
to put up with those long, slow strokes for long, though.  We were both
extremely excited and I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to last long
enough to bring me to orgasm one last time.  He was obviously very close to
cumming himself. He started slamming his cock into me rapidly.  It felt
great but I knew he wasn't going to last very long.  Unfortunately I was
right.  He probably didn't last longer than three or four minutes before he
started cumming inside of me.  If he had kept that up for a while I could
have easily cum half a dozen times.  When I realized that he was having an
orgasm I groaned, experiencing an emotion that was almost despair. I
desperately needed to cum again.  Whether by accident or by design, I
suspect the former, Craig began grinding his pubic bone against me during
his surprisingly long orgasm and in seconds he provided me with just enough
friction in just the right place to push me over the edge. I went crazy
under him as my orgasm took over my body and I performed a violent
horizontal dance unlike anything I had done before.  I nearly threw poor
Craig onto the floor. I thought it was over then.  I lay there under him,
waiting for him to roll over and let me catch my breath.  But much to my
surprise he wasn't done.  He had stopped moving for a few moments.  But I
don't think his cock ever got soft.  He started moving again, slowly at
first.  He ground his pelvis against mine and then he began to slowly pull
his cock almost all the way out of me and then slowly slide it back in.  It
was very pleasant. He maintained that slow motion fucking for a long time
and I really loved it.  I started moaning I pleasure and telling him how
good it felt. His own excitement began to build and he began to fuck me
faster and harder.  I thought for sure I was done for the night after that
last orgasm.  I was wrong! He continued to pick up the pace and he lasted
much longer this time.  He lasted long enough that I came and then I came
again just before he had his third orgasm of the evening. He finally rolled
off of me and we lay side by side, pressed tightly together because the
size of his small bed demanded it.  We held hands but didn't speak for a
long time. It was several minutes before we were startled by a knock on the
door.  It jarred us from our thoughts and brought both of us back to the
present.  We had both been pleasantly lost in thought.  I'm not sure what
was going through Craig's mind.  I had been wondering once again at the
change in me, not sure what to make of it or even how I felt about it after
such a pleasant interlude. Craig moaned and asked, "What?" Ian answered
through the door, "It's getting late.  If you are done in there I'd like
another blowjob before we send Kari home." I groaned in dismay.  I was
exhausted.  But I sat up without a single thought of saying no to him.  I
seemed to be totally normal until someone told me to do something, or even
just suggested it.  At that point I seemed to be totally without free will.
And even when I did not want to do whatever it was that was being asked of
me, I found myself becoming instantly aroused at the prospect of each new
indignity. I was afraid of this sudden change in me.  I had every reason to
believe that I had suddenly developed some strange form of mental illness.
I knew that I wasn't the kind of girl that did the things I found myself
doing in the last couple of days.  I knew that I didn't want to become that
girl.  But I didn't know how to stop it! I glanced at the clock on Craig's
nightstand and was shocked to see that we had been in his room for almost
two hours.  The time had passed so very quickly! I sighed and got to my
feet.  I spotted a box of tissue on Craig's desk and used a handful of them
to clean myself up a little.  Then I went to the bedroom door.  Ian was
waiting on the other side of the door.  He led me back out to the living
room and after pulling his pants and underwear down he sat down and spread
his legs. Craig followed us out.  As soon as I knelt in front of his father
and began to suck his cock, Craig began taking more pictures, including a
lot of close-ups of my face with a mouth full of his father's fat cock. I
was so much more embarrassed because he was watching us and taking those
degrading pictures.  But as the embarrassment hung over me like a cloud I
became aware that I was becoming aroused once more. I was not so far gone
that I was unaware of the fact that each time I became embarrassed in the
last few days I also became aroused.  Combine that strange circumstance
with my apparent inability to say no to any man and my irresistible desire
to display my pussy on the subway and it all added up to some sort of
uncontrollable sexual perversion unlike any I had ever heard of before. 
And that just scared me all the more. But it didn't inhibit the blowjob I
was giving Ian.  I was now taking more than half of his fat cock into my
mouth and the knob at the end of it was banging into the back of my throat
on each enthusiastic stroke.  I think that we were both amazed that I was
doing what I was doing without gagging, apparently without any discomfort
at all. I glanced up from time to time as I sucked his cock.  Ian was
watching me closely with a knowing smile on his face that irritated the
hell out of me.  But he didn't say a word.  He just watched me work until
his eyes closed and he filled my mouth with another load of hot cum.  I sat
up and swallowed while Craig took a few more humiliating photographs. Ian
patted me on the head like a pet and then stood up and pulled his pants up.
He helped me to my feet and picked up the white noise machine from the lamp
table.  He handed it to me and started giving me instructions, talking down
to me like a child, "You can go home now.  I inspected this.  It's safe. 
Plug it in and make sure you turn it on when you go to bed.  I want you to
go take a shower and go to bed.  Tomorrow, when you are getting ready for
work, I don't want you to wear any underwear.  I don't want you to wear
underwear again unless I ask you to put some on for a special occasion. 
Thank you for a pleasant evening, Kari.  Goodnight." I smiled and said
goodnight as if this had been a perfectly ordinary evening and I had not
just been ordered to stop wearing underwear.  I crossed to the door and
opened it as if I had clothes on.  I didn't even look to see if anyone was
in the hall before I stepped out.  Fortunately, no one was out there.  It
wasn't until I closed the door to my apartment that I paused to wonder
about what I had just done.  Not the sex.  I was already very concerned
about that.  I didn't understand the blasÃ(C) way that I had just stepped
out into the hallway totally naked. My brain was whirling like crazy.  I
should have been terribly upset.  I should have been crying and dialing
911. But amazingly, I didn't feel like crying.  I felt almost calm.  My
life was totally out of control and I didn't even seem to mind! I walked to
my bedroom and plugged my borrowed white noise machine in.  I turned on the
surf sounds and made sure it still worked.  I left it on and went to take a
shower. When I returned to my bedroom I got into my sleep shirt and I
started to pull on a clean pair of panties.  I suddenly remembered that I
couldn't wear underwear anymore and put the panties back in my dresser
drawer. I selected a dress to wear to work tomorrow.  Ian had said nothing
about choosing a dress.  But I found myself choosing another short, sexy
little dress that was right on the edge of being inappropriate to wear to
work.  I hung it on the back of my closet door and went to bed.  I was
tired.  It had been a long, eventful day.  I turned out my light and went
to sleep in minutes thanks to the restful sound of the surf from that white
noise machine. The next morning I got up and took another quick shower.  I
didn't remember my dreams but they must have been hot.  My sleep shirt was
soaking wet and my pubic hair and my upper thighs were encrusted with my
dried juices.  I have never awoken to that sort of mess before.  But I
didn't seem to think anything of it. I finished up in the bathroom and went
back to my bedroom to dress for work.  I put my dress on over my naked body
as if it was my idea.  It seemed to feel quite natural.  I knew in some
part of my brain that this wasn't right.  But I easily ignored that nagging
little voice in the back of my head.  It wasn't very loud and was easy to
disregard. I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my purse and headed for the
elevator.  While I was standing in the elevator lobby I heard someone
approaching from behind me.  I looked around and saw Karl.  He smiled just
as if he had not seen me naked last night. I returned his smile.  But I
felt the blush spreading down my face and neck when I thought about the
image of me that he must have in his mind after last night.  But I tried to
sound calm when I wished him a good morning. He walked up, stood beside me
and casually placed his hand on my ass. I jumped and looked him in the eye.
I started to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing but he smiled
and suddenly I had no words.  I knew it was wrong.  But some warped part of
my brain decreed that if this was what he wanted then it was alright. To
make matters worse, I was incredibly embarrassed.  And just like last night
and the night before, the more embarrassed I was the more aroused I became.
We stood like that with his hand gently massaging my ass cheeks for a
couple of minutes before the elevator arrived.  He dropped his hand just as
the doors opened and we squeezed into the small car with several other
people. When we got off the elevator in the lobby of the building, Karl
winked at me and walked away without a word!  I stared after him in total
disbelief.  I felt a shiver run up my spine.  I wasn't sure whether it was
from arousal, fear, indignation, or just humiliation.  It took me a moment
to shake myself back to awareness.  I finally snapped out of it and made my
way to the subway. I was lucky enough to have a schedule that allowed me to
miss the worst of the rush hour.  I go to work and leave work nearly an
hour after the worst of the rush hour crush.  The cars are still pretty
crowded.  But they are not as crowded as they are even fifteen or twenty
minutes earlier.  I am almost always able to get a seat each way. This
morning I sat down in an empty aisle seat without paying much attention to
the man occupying the window seat.  I glanced around briefly at the other
passengers.  Even as I was looking around I found myself wondering if I was
looking for the man I had flashed on the way home the last two evenings. I
didn't see him.  Not until I felt the man beside me rest his hand on my
thigh.  I glanced up at him in shock.  But my shock increased when I saw
that it was him. He leaned close and whispered, "I was hoping you would sit
there.  I didn't think that there was a chance in hell.  But one can always
hope.  I normally take an earlier train.  But I thought I'd gamble and see
if I could catch you.  I wanted to thank you." I didn't ask what he was
thanking me for.  We both knew. His hand squeezed my thigh lightly and
another shiver ran through me.  I glanced around to see if anyone noticed.
Fortunately, I think, only the person sitting across the aisle from me was
in a position to notice and he had his face buried in a newspaper. The
stranger's hand moved slowly up my thigh.  He was tentative at first.  But
when I didn't object he slowly slid his hand back down toward my knee. 
When it was resting on my bare flesh he slid it slowly back up, pushing the
hem of my skirt ahead of his hand. When his fingers came into contact with
my bare pussy we both gasped at the same time.  I was reacting to a
stranger resting his hand on my pussy.  I think he was shocked to find that
the only thing covering my pussy was his hand. His little finger rested in
my moist slit and my embarrassment and therefore my arousal ballooned
almost out of control.  I could still hear that little voice in my head
asking me what the hell I was doing letting a complete stranger finger my
pussy on the subway.  But I had no answer to give it. I glanced down to see
how much of me was exposed.  It was even worse than I feared.  Anyone
looking my way would see his hand resting against my pussy and it would be
obvious by the flash of bright red pubic hair that was visible above is
hand that I wasn't wearing underwear. The light glinted off the man's
wedding ring.  But I wasn't concerned that he was a married man.  I was
concerned that he was a strange man playing with my pussy in public and I
was permitting it like some sort of mindless, sex crazed cunt! I was so
caught up in the excitement of being fingered by a strange man that I
nearly forgot to get off at my stop!  The train came to a stop and I
happened to glance out and see that we were at my stop.  I scrambled up and
made it to the doors just as they were starting to close. I took two steps
and then stood there all alone in the crowd, shivering as if I was cold and
trying to control my labored breathing.  I had been so close to an orgasm
that I felt like crying! I noticed that people around me were beginning to
wonder if something was wrong with me.  I took a couple of deep breaths and
finally walked slowly to the escalator.  As it carried me to street level I
didn't look around, but I couldn't help wondering if there was anyone
behind me that was looking up my skirt.  Just the slight chance that some
strange man might be looking up my skirt as we rode up on the escalator was
turning me on again! I stood at the top of the escalator and took out my
cell phone.  I was that close to calling in sick.  I must me sick. 
Something was terribly wrong with me all of a sudden. It was exciting.  My
senses were being swamped by an almost endless supply of sexual
stimulation. But that excitement scared the hell out of me.  This strange
behavior and these totally inappropriate thrills that I was receiving from
it were dreadfully wrong.  More than that, this sort of behavior was self
destructive.  I knew that I couldn't go through life like this.  But there
was no one in whom I could confide.  And what kind of doctor do you go to
when you are turning into a cunt?! I entered my office building without
even remembering how I got there.  One moment I was stepping off the
escalator, the next I was entering my building.  I don't remember anything
in between. I put my purse in my desk and went to the bathroom.  I dampened
a paper towel and went into a vacant stall.  I closed the door, lifted my
skirt and dabbed at my soaking wet pussy.  I even had to wipe off a few
areas on my thighs that had gotten wet. I flushed the towel down the toilet
and checked my appearance in the mirror.  I looked flushed, but otherwise
quite normal.  I hardly looked like a budding nymphomaniac at all! I did
notice for the first time that if I looked close my nipples were
discernable under the thin material of this dress.  Isn't it funny that I
didn't notice it before I left the apartment? I went to the break room and
poured myself a cup of coffee.  I noticed several of the men who were
gathered in small groups talking quietly.  They seemed to be paying me a
lot more attention than usual.  I glanced around the room nervously and I
had the sudden impression that we could all read each other's minds.  God!
Wouldn't that be awful! My thoughts were interrupted when my uncle came up
behind me and said good morning.  I turned and smiled at him and said,
"Good morning, Mr.  Case." As far as I knew, only he and I knew that he was
my mother's brother.  I hardly knew him though.  We had met only a few
times.  Our families only met at family get-togethers at my grandmother's
house on holidays when I was a kid.  But not often.  My mother and my uncle
were not close and there seemed to be hard feelings between them. My
uncle's eyes moved down over my body in a way that an uncle should probably
not look at his niece.  I blushed, but he smiled and said, "We haven't had
a chance to talk, Kari.  I have a few free minutes now.  Let me get a cup
of coffee and let's go to my office." For just a moment I thought of how
upset my mother had been when she found out that I had been hired to work
at Uncle Wayne's company.  She had steadfastly refused to give an
explanation for her reservations.  But now, looking at the way my uncle's
eyes freely explored my body I began to wonder.  But no, that was silly. It
was obvious from the expressions on the faces of my fellow employees that
it was not normal for Uncle Wayne to invite us worker bees to his office. I
assumed that I was being invited because he was my uncle and we hadn't
talked in a very long time.  I think that it was a good thing that I didn't
know what my co-workers were thinking. I followed him to his office.  He
stopped at his receptionist's desk and introduced us.  He explained that I
was his niece and he wanted to spend a few minutes getting reacquainted. 
He told her not to disturb us. As soon as we were in his office with the
door closed he turned to face me.  He took a sip of his coffee and said,
"You look just exactly like your mother did when she was your age!  You
have grown into a beautiful young lady." I didn't know quite how to respond
to that.  It was obviously a nice compliment.  But there was a leer on his
face that reminded me more of Ian or Craig than an uncle. He walked around
me slowly and when he was in front of me he asked, "Do you always dress
this attractively?" I blushed furiously.  I knew that I was dressed
inappropriately for the workplace.  And what made it even more difficult to
explain was that I was normally a reasonably conservative dresser.  So I
was at a loss.  I didn't know how to answer my uncle's question. He was
waiting for an answer, though.  I finally said, "No, sir, just recently.  I
don't even know why.  Lately ...  I don't know how to explain it.  I think,
moving to the city ...  I just can't explain.  I'm sorry if I've upset you.
I'll dress more appropriately from now on.  I promise." I hadn't really
said anything.  But I had told him far more than I wanted to. He grinned
and quickly responded, "No!  Please don't.  I love the way you dress.  I'd
love it more if your skirts were even shorter." I nodded as if that had
been an order and answered, "Yes, sir." He looked at me strangely for a
moment.  He seemed to realize something.  It was as if he somehow guessed
at the strange change that had come over me.  He glanced down at my breasts
and asked, "You aren't wearing a bra, are you?" I shook my head and my
blush deepened. He smiled and asked, "Are you wearing panties?" I moaned as
the humiliation I was feeling took my breath away.  I shook my head again,
too embarrassed to attempt to speak. His grin seemed to grow.  He asked,
"How long have you been going without underwear?" I felt like crying.  But
I found myself unable to avoid his questions.  I felt compelled to answer
each embarrassing question truthfully.  I whispered, "Today is the first
time, sir." He looked at my face with that questioning look once more.  But
I was fully aware that he was not at all concerned for me, for my welfare,
for my well being.  He was curious.  But it was becoming obvious that he
was finding this conversation stimulating.  And of course, because I was
being humiliated I was being aroused and it was getting harder to hide how
I felt. He thought about my answers to his questions so far.  Then he
asked, "Why today, Kari?" I really, really didn't want to answer that
question.  But I felt totally helpless.  Something deep inside of me
compelled me to say, "Because Ian ordered me not to wear underwear
anymore." He nodded his head and as if he understood he said, "Ah!  Ian is
your boyfriend?" I was forced to shake my head and respond, "No, sir.  Ian
is my neighbor." Uncle Wayne took another sip of his coffee and looked at
me in amazement.  Finally he asked the question that was at the crux of
this matter.  It was the one question that I wanted more than anything to
avoid. "Why are you allowing your neighbor to determine what undergarments
you wear?" I sighed loudly and found myself compelled once more to provide
the answer to his embarrassing question.  I answered in a flat voice,
tinged with despair, "I don't know.  I can't help myself." He stared at me
for a long moment before he asked, "Do you do what everyone tells you to
do, or just your neighbor?" I shrugged.  But I was forced to admit, "It
just started.  Or at least I think it did.  But I seem to be unable to
refuse an order from anyone.  I don't know why.  He didn't drug me or
hypnotize me.  I don't actually know if he is responsible.  I don't know if
I am going crazy or ...  I JUST DON'T KNOW!!" Once more I was struck by the
lack of concern on my uncle's face.  Quite the opposite, he looked like he
had just struck it rich.  He took my untouched coffee cup from my hand and
set both cups down on a nearby table.  He stepped back a couple of feet and
said, "Before we continue this conversation, take your dress off." I gasped
and exclaimed, "But ...  you're my uncle!" But nevertheless, even as I
voiced that mild objection I began to unbutton the row of buttons down the
front of my dress as if I had no objections. He watched and the pleasure on
his face as I uncovered my body nearly made me ill. It didn't take nearly
long enough for me to undress in front of him.  When I was naked he ordered
me to turn around. I turned all the way around.  I felt his eyes boring
into me as I turned.  When I was facing him again I wasn't even surprised
by the bulge in his pants.  But I was disgusted.  I was the daughter of his
younger sister for Christ's sake! He must have known what I was thinking.
He asked, "You know that your mother and I don't get along, don't you?" I
nodded. He grinned and asked, "Do you know why?  I don't imagine she had
the balls to tell you." I shook my head. He chuckled and said, "I didn't
think so.  Your mother doesn't like me because I used to make her put out
for me." I looked at him in shock.  He sounded so fucking proud of it! He
nodded and said, "Yeah.  I caught her smoking some pot and managed to get
some pictures of it.  I blackmailed her from the time she was fourteen
until I went away to college.  I fucked her all the time at first.  I
shared her with a couple of my best friends, too.  She had it a little
easier once I started dating.  But she was always there if a date didn't
work out and I came home with blue balls.  Or if I was just bored.  You
should see the pictures I have of her.  In fact, I'll have to invite you
over some day and show them to you.  I'll do it when my wife is out of town
and we can start an album of pictures of you.  It's too bad that I don't
have anything to hold over her now.  It would be hot to get the two of you
together!" He crooked his finger at me and I moved closer on trembling
legs. His hands began to explore my body roughly.  When two of his large
fingers entered my pussy I cried out and then bit my tongue to keep quiet,
and to keep from cumming. He leered at me when he discovered how wet I was.
In the same arrogant tone of voice that Ian used he said, "You're an even
bigger cunt than your mother was!  Look at that!" He held up the fingers
that he had just pulled out of my pussy.  They were glistening with my
juices. He pushed his fingers into my mouth and while I sucked them clean
he began to unbuckle his belt. Tears of despair were trailing down my
cheeks.  But at the same time I was incredibly aroused.  I didn't want to
be like this.  But I couldn't help myself.  He pulled his fingers from my
lips and said, "Get my cock out.  I want to find out if you are as good a
cocksucker as your slut of a mother was before I fuck you." I unbuttoned
his suit pants with trembling fingers and slowly pulled the zipper down. 
But as much as I hated what I was being forced to do, I was aware that I
was just as turned on at that moment as he was.  I was furious with myself
for having those feelings.  But they were undeniable. I pulled my uncle's
pants and his boxer shorts down to his knees and uncovered his hard,
throbbing cock.  It was a nice, normal cock.  It wasn't as large as Ian's,
or even Craig's.  But it was a nice, large, average cock and I bent over
with no further instructions from Uncle Wayne and took it into my mouth.
While I sucked his cock he pulled me around so that his hand could explore
my ass and he did just that while I sucked his cock.  He sighed loudly and
said, "Very nice!  We are going to have to do this often." He groaned in
pleasure and then he pushed me away.  He said, "I'd love to give you a
mouthful of cum.  But I want to try out that tight little pussy of yours."
He guided me to his desk and bent me over the front of it.  He kicked my
legs further apart and seconds later I found myself biting my arm to keep
from screaming in pleasure as his cock entered me. At that moment I hated
my uncle.  He wasn't just raping me.  He was betraying me.  Of all of the
men in this big city I should have been able to trust him.  But I loved his
cock and the way it felt inside of me! The room was soon filled with the
sounds of his body slamming into mine.  I heard the moist sounds of his
cock ramming my pussy and the loud sound of flesh slapping flesh as his
body slapped the cheeks of my ass with each violent thrust. I started
cumming almost immediately.  I had one mind searing orgasm after another.
The horror of being fucked by my uncle, my mother's older brother, only
fueled the fires that burned in my mind. I enjoyed at least a dozen orgasms
before my uncle finally gripped my hips so hard that it hurt and slammed
into me several more times before stopping suddenly and shivering through
his own orgasm. He collapsed on top of me for a moment.  He rested his
weight on my body and reached around to pull and squeeze on my tits
painfully.  He sighed and said, "That was wonderful.  Yes, we are going to
have to do this a lot more often.  You are a better fuck than your mother
was.  And you hate me just as much.  That turns me the fuck on you sweet
little bitch!" He finally stood up.  I remained in place for a moment,
still too weak to move.  But he wasn't through humiliating me.  He grabbed
a handful of my hair and pulled me up off of his desk.  He pushed my head
back down to his crotch and when his semi hard, slimy cock was dangling
near my lips he said, "Clean that mess up, bitch.  I can't put that slimy
thing back in my pants." I could smell his cum and my juices.  But it
wasn't the smell that nearly made me vomit.  It was the way his slimy organ
looked, and the thought of where it had just been.  And yet, even though I
was sure I was going to be ill, I opened my mouth and took nearly the
entire shaft of his cock into my mouth and let it slide over my tongue.  I
closed my lips around it and began to suck it clean. Unfortunately, I did
too good a job.  Before I was finished his cock had begun to grow hard
again.  He chuckled and said, "Oh well, since you are down there.  I guess
we might as well let you finish.  Go ahead, bitch.  Suck me off.  But hurry
it up.  I have work to do." The tears were running down my cheeks as I
sucked his cock.  It seemed to take a long time.  He was tormenting my left
breast with his hand, pulling and squeezing as if he was trying to get milk
out of me.  That didn't make the task any easier. As the minutes passed and
my enthusiastic blowjob was stretching out he began to offer me tips on how
to get him off quicker.  He ordered me to cup his balls with one hand and
lightly tease them with my fingertips.  He suggested that I reach around
behind him and press a finger against his asshole.  Even with the added
stimulation it still took nearly twenty minutes for him to cum again.  When
he finally grabbed my head and fucked my mouth violently for the last ten
or fifteen seconds I was crying loudly and totally exhausted.  My back hurt
from remaining bent over that long.  My arms were getting tired and my jaw
was so sore and tired that I didn't know if I could talk! He finally
finished filling my mouth with another load of his slimy cum and pushed me
away.  I choked and gagged but managed to swallow it all.  Then I groaned
in pain as I slowly straightened back up. He was watching me with a huge,
satisfied smirk on his face as he put his clothing back in order.  I felt
like attacking him and scratching his eyes out ...  or begging him to fuck
me again. I was thoroughly humiliated.  And yet I had to force myself not
to beg him to rape me again. He looked me over as I stood before him
totally humbled.  He turned and grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on
his desk.  He stared right in my eyes as he carefully wiped my thighs and
them my pussy, soaking up the cum that had drained out of me while I was
sucking his cock.  Then he ordered me to open my mouth. I somehow knew what
he was going to do.  My stomach turned over again.  But I obeyed.  Our eyes
remained locked on each other as he slowly forced both of the slime filled
tissues into my mouth and ordered me to swallow them. I chewed them until
they were reduced to nothing but a soggy, cum filled mess on my tongue and
then I forced myself to swallow them while he grinned down at me excitedly.
Once I had swallowed the mess he shook his said and exclaimed, "Fuck!  I
could spend all day fucking with you like this.  You're more fun than your
cunt of a mother was." He finally let me get dressed.  He watched me as I
pulled my dress back on and buttoned it with fingers that still trembled,
though not from fear now.  To be honest I'm not sure what I was feeling
now. I think it was shock more than anything else.  How could I have sunk
so low?!  How indeed!  Why was I allowing myself to be treated this way,
and why did it turn me on?! Uncle Wayne went around his desk and sat down.
He pushed a button on his phone and stared at me while he said, "Karen,
have Kari's personnel file brought to my office, please." He released the
intercom button and said, "I think we will have to find you a job that lets
us spend more time together." He waved me away dismissively and I started
for the door.  I had only taken a few steps when he ordered me to bring him
his coffee. I turned back and picked up our two coffee cups from the table.
I took his to him at his desk and then I hurried from the room.  I ignored
the shocked look on the face of his receptionist and hurried to the ladies
restroom to pull myself together. I washed my face and hands and went into
a stall with some damp paper towels.  I cleaned myself up as well as I
could.  Then I leaned my forehead against the cool metal door and cried
quietly.  I wondered if it would be as bad, if my situation would seem so
hopeless if I just had some idea why this was happening to me.  I suppose
that was silly.  Of course it would.  But not knowing was driving me crazy.
How could my exciting, promising life have gone to hell so quickly?! I went
out to the sink and washed my face again.  I poured out my cold coffee and
went to the break room for another cup.  By the time I finally got to my
desk I had been at work for more than an hour and hadn't touched the work
that was piling up on my desk. As I worked I was careful to keep my head
down.  I had the impression that my co-workers had been talking about me.
But I didn't want to think about that.  I could just imagine what kind of
gossip my uncle's receptionist had been spreading since I came rushing out
of his office looking and smelling like a well used prostitute. The office
began to empty out at lunch time.  I had a light lunch in my purse.  But I
had no appetite.  I intended to work through my lunch hour in order to get
caught up. I don't think I was able to take a deep breath until the other
three people in the small alcove I worked in left the room.  It felt like
they were staring at me all morning. They all left together without saying
a word to me.  I was one of the very few people who ate lunch at my desk.
Some went to nearby restaurants for lunch but most went down to the
cafeteria in the basement. I had just started to relax when I heard a noise
and looked up to see Kenny, the mail boy coming in.  He had already come
around delivering mail and interoffice correspondence so I looked up to see
what he wanted.  As soon as I saw the look on his face I had a bad feeling
about this. I should explain that the mail boy was not a boy.  He was an
older man in his sixties.  He retired a couple of years ago from some
Government job.  But he had to find another job when he wasn't able to live
on his retirement income.  Now he worked in the mailroom here, at minimum
wage I expect, and he made it clear to everyone that he wasn't happy that
his retirement hadn't worked out the way he had planned. He was not totally
rude to the other employees.  But he didn't hide his resentment well.  No
one liked him and he didn't even seem to realize that it was because of his
attitude.  He seemed to think that we were all a bunch of snobs and looked
down on him because he was working in the mailroom. Kenny stopped in the
door to my little alcove and looked around as if he was about to commit a
crime.  I had no doubt that I was about to be the victim. He leered at me
the way nearly all men seemed to now and hurried across the room to my
desk. He stood in front of my desk staring down at me.  I couldn't meet his
gaze.  I had to look away.  I knew that was the wrong thing to do.  I might
just as well have told him that he had won.  And I didn't even know what
the game was yet! He asked me quietly, "Is it true?  Are you the boss'
niece?" It had almost been an accusation. I wanted to tell him it was none
of his business.  Instead, I nodded. But it was his next question that
really knotted my stomach.  "Is it also true that he's dicking you?" I felt
the blood suffusing my face and neck again.  I groaned and tried to shake
my head.  But somehow it turned into a nod. He chuckled and said, "You must
be one hell of a slut to let your own uncle fuck you!  Is that how you got
this job?" I shook my head and whispered, "No!  No one even knew until this
morning." I heard him trying to work the mystery out in his head.  He said,
"So, you already had the job, but you let him fuck you anyway.  How long
has that been going on?  Did he fuck you when you were a little girl?" I
shook my head violently and exclaimed, "No!  Just this once!  Just today!"
I began to become aware of it again.  I was totally humiliated by these
questions and by the way this creep was looking down at me.  And much to my
chagrin I was becoming aroused.  I wanted this man to turn and leave me
alone.  But I also wanted him to force me down over my desk and fuck me
like the bitch in heat that I was apparently becoming. Kenny stared at me
in silence for a moment longer.  I could almost hear the gears turning in
his head.  Then he walked around my desk and stood beside me.  He leaned
against me, pressing his hard cock against my upper arm.  I groaned and
thought, "Oh god no!  Please not here!  Not now!" But I sat there, silent,
pliant.  I remained perfectly still while his hand reached out and cupped
my breast. He squeezed my breast and then pinched my nipple.  I heard the
amusement in his voice when he commented, "No bra!  I like a slut that
doesn't wear a bra.  What about panties?  Are you wearing panties?" I shook
my head, almost imperceptibly. His voice was suddenly hoarse as he ordered,
"Show me!  Pull your dress up." Another sob escaped from me as I reached
into my lap and pulled my skirt up until my sex was exposed. He moaned at
the sight.  But he didn't reach for my pussy immediately.  Instead, his
hand slid inside of my top and he began to grope my breast, unhampered now
by the thin material of my dress. I felt him pressing his cock against my
arm, moving it around slightly.  I was horrified when I realized that I
wished that he would pull it out and make me suck it, or better yet, fuck
me with it! I was more terrified that someone would come in and see us like
this than I was of what he wanted to do to me.  But he was aware of how
public my office was and he had no desire to lose his cushy job.  He leaned
stepped back slightly.  He bent down and lapped my face like a dog. I
shuddered in disgust.  But still I didn't move.  And still my arousal grew.
He said, "Get up, girl.  We need a little privacy.  Let's go to my office."





   Chapter 3 Posted: May 25, 2009 - 10:52:16 pm The mailroom is in the
basement.  I've never been down there but I knew where it was.  I also knew
that I was about to get fucked again. I got to my feet and struggled to
walk normally on rubber legs.  Kenny pushed me ahead of him and said,
"Let's go.  You know where the elevators are." I felt him lift the back of
my skirt as he followed me to the door of my office.  He dropped it as I
started through the door.  It wouldn't have mattered.  No one was around to
witness my humiliation. He left me alone until we got in the elevator.  As
soon as the elevator doors closed he stood beside me and played with my ass
as we went down.  But he was discreet.  There was a security camera in the
ceiling that the people in building security monitored.  He didn't want
them to see him molesting me. We got off the elevator in the basement.  I
could hear the loud hum of conversation coming from the cafeteria.  We
turned in the other direction and he guided me around a corner in the
corridor to the mailroom door. I waited while he unlocked the door.  He
pushed me inside and quickly closed the door behind us.  As soon as the
door closed he said, "Go ahead and take that dress off.  You don't want to
get it all messed up." I was halfway through unbuttoning my dress before I
realized that we weren't alone!  I heard someone clear their throat and I
pulled my dress closed and swiveled my head around to see a young man
sitting at a desk doing paperwork.  Or at least he had been until we came
in. There was a look of shock on his face as he watched me.  He was very
young, younger than me even.  I think he was still a teenager.  He had a
terrible complexion and he looked like he was at least fifty pounds
overweight. Kenny finally introduced us.  He first said to the young man,
"Relax, Gordy.  You are gonna love this." Then he said, "Gordy, this young
cunt is Kari.  She is the boss' niece.  She just came down to visit and let
us have a little piece of ass.  Didn't you, Kari?" I groaned and nodded. 
And my humiliation ballooned once more.  So, of course, did my arousal.
Without having to be reminded I returned to the buttons on my dress and
finished unbuttoning them.  Both men were staring at me as if they had
never seen a woman undress before. Kenny explained to Gordy, "I guess the
bitch just loves to fuck, boy.  She even fucked her uncle this morning. 
She will apparently fuck anybody.  Is that true, Kari?  Will you fuck
anybody that wants to fuck you?  Are you that kind of girl?" I wasn't sure
how to answer that!  I sputtered, "Yes ...  No!  I ...  I'll let men fuck
me.  But I don't know why!  I'm not that kind of girl!  I don't know why
I'm doing this!" They looked at me like I had two heads as I pulled my
dress off and dropped it on a nearby desk.  Kenny ordered me to turn around
and when I was facing him again he asked, "What do you mean?" I still
didn't know how to explain this.  Even worse, I had quickly begun to
realize that explaining my situation did not evoke sympathy from men.  Far
from it!  Explaining that I was helpless and that they were free to make me
obey any degrading order only brought out the worst in the men to whom I
had explained it up until now.  I didn't expect these two men to be any
different. But the question had been asked and I was forced to attempt an
answer.  I fought back the tears as I said, "For the last couple of days
something has been different about me and I don't know what it is.  When
men tell me to do something I ...  I do it!  I can't help myself.  And
every time I get embarrassed I get excited.  But this isn't the way I am.
I'm a good girl!  I can't explain it.  Please, don't..." I let the abortive
plea for mercy trail off.  I have to be honest though.  It wasn't because I
knew they would not have mercy on me.  It was because I was humiliated, and
because I wanted them to fuck me.  If Kenny had apologized and tried to
send me back to my desk I would have pleaded with him to fuck me.  Asking
for mercy was the farthest thing from his mind now. Kenny chuckled and said
to Gordy, "Well, boy, we can't send the poor girl back to work horny.  That
wouldn't be nice." He pulled me closer to a waist high table and made room
for me on one end of it.  He ordered me to lie down on my back. As I sat up
on the table and lay back he turned to Gordy and asked, "Are you a cherry,
boy?" I glanced over at Gordy.  It was obvious from his expression and his
bright red coloring that he was a virgin. Kenny chuckled and said, "Well,
we are going to fix that.  Come on over here and let her suck your cock
while I fuck her.  Then we can switch places." Kenny quickly pushed his
pants and shorts down without even unfastening them.  He started working
his cock into my pussy.  He leaned over me and rested his hands on either
side of my body.  He grinned smugly and explained, "Gordy is my trainee. 
He is sure gonna learn a lot today." Then he suddenly slammed his cock into
me with all of his might.  I grunted loudly.  It had been painful.  But it
had felt wonderful.  I closed my eyes and thrilled at the sensations he
caused in my helpless body when he slammed his hard cock into me.  But I
opened them when I heard a noise beside my head.  I looked up to see chubby
little Gordy unfastening his pants. I thought that sucking his cock might
be a problem with that big belly in the way.  But when he pulled his cock
out I saw instantly that it wouldn't be difficult, at least not for the
reason I first thought.  His cock was huge!  I was shocked.  It was at
least ten inches long and nearly twice as thick as any other cock I had
ever seen. I stared at it in shock.  But I wasn't the only one that was
amazed.  Kenny exclaimed, "Holy shit!  Damn, Gordy!  I had no idea you was
hung like a horse!  Look at that thing!  The bitch is gonna love that!" It
certainly was impressive to look at.  I was so distracted that I hardly
noticed what Kenny was doing.  He was still slamming his cock into me
violently.  But I was staring in a mixture of fear and awe at Gordy's cock.
It was exciting to look at.  I just didn't know if I would survive it.  I
didn't even know if I could get it in my mouth.  But I was about to find
out. Gordy sidled up a little closer to the edge of the table and gently
pulled my head closer.  The nearly fist sized purple knob on the end of his
fat shaft was bouncing around and oozing lubricant like crazy. I felt it
rubbing against my lips and I slowly began to open my lips to try to
accommodate him.  I started to fear that he was going to dislocate my jaw.
But at least it wasn't going to last long. He moaned and pleaded, "Please
hurry.  I'm gonna cum.  I ain't never ...  a-a-h-h-h-h!!  Oh fuck!!" It was
like someone had pushed a hose in my mouth and turned it on!  He shot one
huge wad of cum after another into my mouth and I swallowed like a mad
woman trying to ingest it all. I managed to swallow most of it.  A small
stream oozed out of one corner of my mouth by the time he finished.  He
fell back after he emptied his balls in my mouth and I used my finger to
push the cum that had escaped back into my mouth.  I swallowed it eagerly.
Then I reached out, wrapped my fingers part way around his fat cock and
pulled him back to my lips. His cock was still hard and I could only get
the knob at the end in my mouth.  But I held it there and teased it with my
tongue and let my attention drift back to what Kenny was doing between my
legs. It isn't that I had forgotten him.  He was still slamming his cock
into me and it felt very good.  But I had been so distracted by Gordy and
the flood of cum that he had nearly drowned me with that I wasn't giving
Kenny the attention he deserved.  Now I lay back with my mouth full of cock
and devoted my full attention to getting fucked.  I felt Gordy's hands
begin to grope my breasts.  It was obvious that he had never touched a
woman's breasts before.  He was even worse at it than Craig had been.  But
even so, I enjoyed his clumsy touch and it added to the excitement I was
experiencing. I began to moan around the fat cock in my mouth and I could
no longer hold still.  I started lifting my hips and fucking back at
Kenny's hard thrusts.  I started cumming and my pussy clamped down on
Kenny's cock.  He cried out and slammed his cock into me one last time
before he started filling me with another load of hot cum. No one moved or
spoke for a moment.  Not until Kenny smiled at Gordy and said, "Okay, boy.
I wanna see how the bitch goes crazy when you start fucking her with that
pony cock of yours.  Let's trade places." They quickly swapped places. 
Kenny shoved his soft, slimy cock in my mouth for a moment while I watched
Gordy nervously.  He was staring down at my pussy and I had very mixed
emotions about what was about to happen.  I knew that this entire situation
was so wrong.  But I was enthralled by that huge, virile organ.  I couldn't
help being scared, though.  If he wasn't careful it looked like he could
tear me apart with that thing. The suspense was building, for all three of
us I think.  Finally Kenny exclaimed, "Come on, boy.  We can't keep the
bitch here all damned day.  Put the meat to her!" Gordy moved closer and I
felt that fat knob begin to press against my opening.  Even as wet as I
was, even though I had just been fucked, he still had difficulty putting
that thing inside of me.  I felt the pressure build and I was just about to
cry out for him to stop when the head finally popped inside of me so
suddenly that it took my breath away. I cried out when it entered me.  It
was an amazing sensation.  There was mild pain.  I had never been stretched
like that.  But at the same time it was the most exciting feeling I had
ever experienced.  It was like I was a virgin all over again! I felt my
vaginal canal stretching and then stretching even more to accommodate the
girth of that huge cock.  I moaned around the soft cock in my mouth and
Kenny seemed to really enjoy that.  He started sliding his cock in and out
of my mouth.  He had apparently reached an age where seconds were unlikely.
His cock wasn't getting hard again.  But he seemed to enjoy having it in my
mouth anyway. Even though his cock remained soft I couldn't ignore Kenny.
He kept driving his soft cock into my mouth as if he thought I was Linda
Lovelace.  I struggled to keep from gagging.  And he was making it very
difficult for me to breathe. As irritated as I was by what Kenny was doing,
my attention nevertheless was quickly diverted to what Gordy was doing and
the pleasure he was causing me.  He didn't ram his cock into me like most
of the males I have been with.  Instead he kept sliding it in slowly and I
began to wonder if it was every going to end.  It seemed to keep going long
after I was certain that he would run out of room.  And then he did! I felt
a sudden shock as the head of his cock came into contact with my cervix. 
He wasn't moving violently and it didn't hurt.  But it scared me.  I had
never experienced that strange sensation before.  His cock still wasn't all
of the way inside of me.  I lifted my head and looked down.  That last very
fat inch at the base of his shaft was still outside of me.  I looked up and
said, "That's all I can take, Gordy!  That's my cervix you are hitting in
there." Kenny pushed my head back down on the desk and put his cock back in
my mouth.  He said, "Don't worry about her, boy.  Just fuck her.  Go ahead.
Enjoy yourself." Thankfully, Gordy had no desire to hurt me.  He fucked me
with increasing speed and increasing force.  But he was careful not to go
too deep.  The head of his cock would occasionally come into contact with
my cervix, and it was always a strange feeling.  But he was careful and I
was so thrilled by his large cock that I finally begun to adjust so that I
hardly noticed.  In fact, my body had somehow begun to accommodate his huge
organ and after a few minutes it didn't bother me at all when he went too
far and his pubic bone slammed into me.  When that happened I told Gordy
that it was okay and he didn't have to worry about me anymore.  It got a
lot better after that. Kenny finally stepped back and left us alone.  I
closed my eyes and thoroughly enjoyed the most amazing fuck with this
young, overweight, pimple faced virgin.  I didn't expect him to last very
long.  But he lasted long enough.  I came several times before he finally
clamped down on my tits and groaned loudly, filling me with another load of
cum. A woman can't feel the cum that a man shoots into her pussy.  But I
felt it pouring back out of me.  There was so much of it that it flowed out
around the sides of Gordy's cock and oozed down between my legs, forming a
puddle beneath my ass. Gordy stayed there with his cock inside of me until
Kenny said, "Let her up, boy.  She has to get back to work.  We don't want
Uncle Wayne coming down here looking for his little fuck meat niece." It
seemed to take almost as long for Gordy to pull his cock out of me as it
took him to put it in.  It finally came out with an embarrassing wet
sucking sound.  It wasn't until that moment that I looked over at Kenny and
saw him taking pictures of Gordy fucking me. I started to object.  But I
realized the futility.  And anyway, it was done now.  I suppose these were
no worse than the pictures that had been taken last night at Ian's house.
Now I suppose it's just a tossup as to which pictures are posted on the
internet first. I couldn't move right away.  I lay there on the table,
still panting loudly.  I didn't even try to get up.  I knew I wouldn't be
able to stand.  But Kenny was apparently getting worried about keeping me
down here too long.  He helped me up to a sitting position and pulled me to
my feet none to gently. I steadied myself for a moment with one hand on the
table and looked down at myself.  My pubic hair, my vulva, my thighs, all
were thoroughly soaked in a coating of fresh cum.  I could feel it in the
channel between my thighs and even up between the cheeks of my ass.  I
glanced down at the table where I had been laying.  There was a huge puddle
of it there.  I looked up at Kenny and said, "I can't go anywhere like
this! I need something to clean up with." Both men were looking at me and
grinning.  But Kenny recognized the truth in what I had said.  If I left
here like this there would be questions.  He didn't want that any more than
I did. He ordered Gordy to pull his pants up and sent him into their small
storage closet for a bag of rags.  Then Gordy watched and Kenny took more
humiliating pictures while I cleaned up the mess they had made of my lower
body. I wiped away as much of their sperm as I could.  The smell was still
overpowering.  But at least I had a chance of making it to the restroom now
without leaving a trail of bodily fluids on the floor. I put my dress back
on and Kenny looked to make certain that no one would see me leaving.  When
the coast was clear I went out and walked past the elevators to the nearest
ladies room.  Someone was in one of the stalls and a woman was standing at
the sink counter brushing her hair. The two women were talking and they
ignored me when I entered the room.  But the woman who was brushing her
hair stopped speaking in the middle of a sentence and turned to look at me
strangely.  I saw her nose wrinkle up and I knew that she could smell the
fresh cum drying on my skin. I avoided looking at her.  I felt myself
turning bright red but I had to clean myself up.  I dampened a couple of
paper towels and hurried into the empty stall, studiously avoiding the eyes
of the woman at the mirror. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and sat on the
toilet.  While the cum drained out of me I carefully cleaned a large
portion of my lower body with the damp towel.  The two women resumed their
conversation.  The woman who had been brushing her hair seemed to be having
trouble concentrating. The woman in the stall beside me finished up and
after she washed her hands I heard both women leave.  Before the door even
closed the first woman was telling her friend about the slut in the stall
beside her. I took small comfort from the fact that I didn't know the
women. But then, I didn't know most of the people that worked here.  That
was no guarantee that I wouldn't be coming into contact with them again. I
finished up with the damp towel.  Unfortunately, when Kenny all but dragged
me from my office earlier I didn't have time to grab my purse.  It was
still in my desk.  I wanted to spray my stomach and thighs with a touch of
cologne.  But I would just have to make it to my desk like this.  I had to
hope that I was alone in the elevator.  I could still detect the faint
aroma of male cum. Lunch had been over for ten minutes before I made it
back to my desk.  For that reason, I suppose, I was able to ride up to my
floor alone in the car.  I got some funny looks from the two women and the
man in my office.  But no one said anything. What could they say?  "Jesus!
You look like you just got fucked by a horse!" I went back to work for a
while.  But after about an hour I grabbed my purse and headed for the
ladies room.  I applied a few light sprays of cologne and felt a little
less self conscious.  I brushed my hair and repaired my lipstick.  Then I
went back to my desk and tried not to think about what my life was turning
into, what I was turning into. Once I threw myself into my work the time
passed quickly.  People started getting ready to go home before I even
realized what time it was.  I'd gotten off to a slow start this morning. 
But I'd managed to get caught up by quitting time.  I felt good about that.
It wasn't until I started getting ready to leave that I thought about the
subway ride home. The conflicted thoughts I experienced really worried me.
My first thought was that I should put off leaving for a few minutes and
take a later train.  But something inside of me demanded that I take my
usual train, and my usual car.  When I tried to tell myself that I should
take a later train, avoid my admirer and behave myself on the way home I
experienced a feeling similar to what crack addict must feel when you take
away his crack. I experienced and inexplicable feeling of near panic when
what remained of my normal brain tried to make me do the right thing. 
There could be no question now that something was wrong with me.  An
addiction to adrenalin or an addiction to illicit sex, whatever it was it
was unhealthy and scary as hell.  But it was apparently no less an
addiction than the addiction to drugs.  I had to have it! I cleared off my
desk and took my purse out of the drawer.  I was just about to leave but I
was the last one in the room and I stopped to take a quick look around to
make sure everything that was supposed to be turned off had been. I heard a
sound behind me and looked around to find the woman who had been brushing
her hair in the basement restroom when I went in to clean up after Kenny
and Gordy were through with me. She looked around at the empty office and
grinned.  She walked up to me and sniffed.  Then she said derisively, "I
see you finally got rid of that cunt smell.  You better watch your step. 
The company policy on fucking your fellow employees is pretty strict.  I'd
hate to see a cute young thing like you lose her job over a little bit of
dick." I almost corrected her.  There was no way that Gordy could ever be
accused of having a little bit of dick.  But I was smart enough to stand
there in silence while she walked around me and then chuckled to herself
and left. What a scary bitch!  I had no idea who she was.  But I was going
to be careful to avoid her in the future. I hurried from the office.  I had
to wait for the second elevator.  The first one that stopped was packed. 
The second one wasn't much better.  But when the doors opened the people
scrunched back and encouraged me to join them.  So I squeezed in and waited
for the doors to close. As soon as they did I felt a hand on my ass.  At
first I assumed it was accidental.  But it remained there.  Whoever it was
they didn't grab me or pinch me.  They just allowed their hand to rub
against the cheek of my ass as the car went down to the ground floor.  I
don't know what the person doing it could have gotten out of it.  But there
was no way that it wasn't intentional. I was beginning to wonder if there
was a sign on me somewhere that let men know that they could do anything
they wanted to me!  I cannot remember ever before in my life a time when I
was being so constantly subjected to sexual harassment.  I understand that
I was responsible for a lot of it.  But that doesn't explain the groping
hands in the elevators or in the crush of a crowded subway car. I got to
the subway a few minutes late and the anxiety I experienced when I thought
that I might have missed my usual train was truly scary.  It meant that I
craved the excitement I received from exposing myself in public. Of course
I could have exposed myself to any man or men on any car and the excitement
would have been there.  But I had developed a strange sort of relationship
with that first man and I felt compelled to meet him on the subway. I
managed to get to the platform on time and I caught my usual train.  I even
got on the car that I usually take.  But he wasn't there!  My flashing
partner had either missed the train or was in a different car.  I nearly
panicked.  I looked around for him before I even looked for a seat.  I felt
like I was going to be ill. I finally looked around and found a seat half
way down the aisle.  I sat down and ignored my skirt as it rose up my
thighs and nearly exposed my lack of underwear to the man sitting beside
me. In fact, I was disappointed when it didn't. I took my book out of my
purse and placed my purse on the floor between my feet.  When I sat back up
my skirt pulled up a little more.  I opened my book and held it up to my
face.  I glanced quickly at the man sitting on my right.  Although he was
holding a newspaper open in front of him, he was staring so hard at my bare
legs that he didn't even see me glance at him. I wriggled around in my seat
as if trying to get comfortable and was rewarded when my skirt slid up a
little farther.  Because my legs were spread nearly six inches apart to
make room for my purse on the floor between my feet there was only a
fraction of an inch of material now separating the strange man beside me
from a view of the female flesh he was trying so hard to see. The seats
were so close together that I couldn't try crossing my legs.  So I reached
down as if I was absently scratching some vague itch on my thigh and eased
my skirt up a little higher with the underside of my forearm.  I was sure
it looked like an accident that I had exposed myself to him.  But to be
honest I really didn't care if it did or not.  I glanced down and saw that
my slit and a few red pubic hairs were exposed. I brought my hand back up
to my book and I heard his sudden intake of breath as he finally got a good
look at my vulva.  As soon as I realized that he was staring at my exposed
sex I felt my arousal explode in my stomach. I heard him whisper,
"Beautiful!" From that I knew that he was aware that I had exposed my pussy
on purpose.  He was complimenting my pussy loud enough that he knew I would
hear him.  He folded his newspaper without ever taking his eyes from my
pussy.  He placed his paper in his lap and then he reached his hand over
very slowly and rested it on my thigh. I sighed and slid down a little bit
more in my seat.  When I did his hand slid up my thigh and his finger came
to rest against the flesh beside my vulva.  I had to fight the urge to grab
his hand and place it over me.  I would have loved to have held his hand
against my crotch and humped it like a dog humping someone's leg. Once
again I lost track of my surroundings.  I was on the verge of an orgasm
when the train pulled into my station and I was forced to run for the door.
I was so out of it that I almost left my purse there on the floor! I
stopped at the top of the escalator and caught my breath.  People looked at
me funny as they walked past.  But I ignored them and relived in my mind
what I had just done on the subway.  I finally had to force those erotic
images from my mind so that I could walk home. Although I was just as
incredibly aroused today as I had been yesterday and the day before I
didn't rush today.  I walked slowly and tried once more to imagine what
could be happening to turn me into the slut that I was becoming.  There was
just no answer and it was infuriating. When I got to my apartment I went
straight to the kitchen.  I made myself a stiff drink and then stood in
front of the refrigerator and tried to decide what to eat.  I had eaten
almost nothing in the last three days and the hunger was finally catching
up with me. I finally settled on a salad and some left over tuna casserole.
What I wanted was a nice hot pizza.  But it was Friday evening and if I
called up to order one it would probably take an hour and a half to be
delivered. Before putting together a salad I went to my room and took my
dress off.  I changed into a pair of comfortable, loose fitting shorts and
a t-shirt.  Before I put them on I stared at myself in my mirror and
thought about everything that had happened to me.  That forced me to recall
the horrible things that my uncle had told me about my mother.  I got a
sick feeling in my stomach for a moment.  But then an even worse reaction
set in.  Inexcusable as it may sound, I actually started becoming aroused
again as I imagined my mother serving as a sex slave to my uncle! The phone
on my nightstand caught my eye and I almost picked it up and called my
mother.  I'm not sure what I would have said.  Despite the timing, I knew
that my uncle was not responsible for what was happening to me now.  Well,
except for the things that happened behind closed doors in his office. 
That doesn't explain the changes in me.  There really wasn't anything that
I could say to her that would not make it impossible to face her in the
future.  And I knew that there was nothing that she could do to help me.
When I was dressed I went back out to the kitchen and made my salad.  I ate
it slowly and then nuked a little of the casserole and picked at it.  I put
my dishes in the sink and made myself another drink.  Then I sat at the
kitchen table and tried to cry.  I wanted to.  I felt like crying.  But I
couldn't!  The despair was there.  But the tears wouldn't come. My drink
was almost empty when I heard a knock on the door.  I was sure that it was
Ian.  No one else every came to my door.  I gulped down the last of it and
got to my feet.  Walking very slowly I approached my door.  If that door
had been a gallows I might have dreaded it just as much.  And yet, as much
as I fought it I felt the excitement build with every step I took.  In a
moment a man I hardly knew was going to make me undress.  He was going to
force me to have sex with him.  He was going to give me orders and I would
follow them.  It made me sick that by the time I reached the door I was
almost looking forward to it! There was no doubt in my mind that it was Ian
at my door.  I opened it without even looking to see who was there.  I
almost cried out when I opened the door and saw Karl standing there
grinning at me. Before I could ask him what he wanted he walked right in
without an invitation.  That and his grin made it clear what he wanted.  I
suddenly remembered the long conversation that Ian had in the hallway with
Karl and Mark last night.  He must have told them about me! As if to
confirm my suspicions Karl said, "Close the door, Kari.  I'm going to be
here for a while." So of course I did.  I had no choice.  He gave me an
order.  I had to obey.  And besides, I felt the humiliation build as I
imagined the things that Ian must have told him about me last night.  With
the humiliation came arousal. Karl turned and went into my small living
room.  He sat down and said, "I heard some pretty amazing things about you,
Kari.  It appears that they are true!  I am so glad.  You are such a hot
little piece of ass.  I've been dreaming about getting in your pants since
I first saw you.  We are going to try some new things this evening.  Ian
says that you get off on being humiliated.  Well baby, I have some
fantasies that are going to curl your cunt hair." He pointed to the floor
in front of him and said, "Come over here and get undressed.  I've been
thinking about this all fucking day.  I can't wait to see you with those
clothes off." I moved to the spot on the floor that he indicated.  Even
though he had gotten a good look at my naked body last night I was very
nervous, and of course I was humiliated.  I felt myself becoming more and
more turned on.  The things he just said and the almost feverish note in
his voice when he said them were making me very nervous.  But even so, by
this time I wanted this to happen almost as much as he did.  Unlike him,
though, my desire was tinged by fear. I needed very little time to remove
my t-shirt and shorts.  I whipped my t-shirt off, once more baring my tits
to a man I hardly knew.  If I had a choice I wouldn't do this.  But for
some reason I didn't understand I seemed to have no choice.  If a man told
me to do something I had to obey.  I dropped my t-shirt and as I began to
slide my shorts off I felt my skin tingling with excitement, excitement
that I didn't want to feel. I felt my excitement level rise dramatically as
I stood before him naked and looked at the lust in his eyes.  I was aware
of the fact that I was getting turned on and I had come to recognize the
correlation between humiliation and arousal that I had been experiencing
these last few days.  I had never felt that before.  It was a recent
phenomenon.  I hated that I was reacting that way.  But there seemed to be
nothing that I could do about it.  I felt it.  I couldn't just tell myself
to stop feeling that way. I stood in front of Karl for a long time while he
enjoyed the sight of my naked body.  I had a moment to think about the
strange way I was responding to men now.  It was like I had two brains that
didn't communicate with one another.  I had one brain, my normal brain, and
it was in charge most of the time. I had begun to develop another brain,
though.  It was in charge when a man started to degrade or humiliate me and
it forced me to submit to those men who were taking advantage of me.  It
even forced me to respond to them.  That second brain seemed to be growing
larger and taking greater control of my actions every day. Of course, that
didn't explain my spontaneous exhibitionism on the subway.  I had no one to
blame for what happened on the subway but me.  No one had given me an order
to expose myself the way that I had for three days in a row now.  I was the
only person to blame for the humiliation I experienced when I exposed
myself to strange men on the subway.  But I knew that someone had done
something to my brain to create the need for that sort of behavior. Karl
stared at me for a long time before he finally sat forward in his seat and
began to explore my body.  His touch was gentle at first, quite pleasant
actually.  He ran his hands over my breasts and teased my nipples before
sliding his hand down my stomach and lightly teasing my labia. I shivered
with excitement at his touch.  But I didn't move.  I didn't speak.  I
waited anxiously for his next command. His finger moved lightly around my
clit and I moaned softly.  I nearly had an orgasm from his pleasing touch.
But I was about to learn that I didn't know Karl very well.  I was about to
find out that he is not a nice man. He ordered me to my knees and I dropped
down between his legs expecting to be ordered to suck his cock.  To my
dismay I learned that the blowjob would come later.  He had something else
in mind at the moment. He leaned forward until his face was only inches
from mine.  He was still smiling, something between a pleasant smile and a
nasty leer.  It was hard to read him at the moment.  But I was about to
learn that his "pleasant smile" was a façade.  His true nature was about
to come out. I thought he was going to kiss me.  He reached behind my head
and grabbed a handful of my hair in a firm grip.  He tilted my head back
slightly and suddenly, with absolutely no warning he spit in my face! A
large glob of warm spit landed on my cheek just below my eye. I gasped,
cried out in alarm and tried to pull away in shock. He chuckled in
amusement.  That pleasant smile remained on his face.  But he held on tight
and I couldn't move. I brought my hand up to my face to wipe away his
spittle but he snapped, "Leave it!  Put your fucking hands down and leave
them down, cunt!" I was very confused now.  He still had that pleasant
smile on his face.  But when he snapped at me it sounded as though he
absolutely hated me!  I didn't understand.  I had never been anything but a
friendly neighbor in the few months since we met.  He seemed like a very
nice man whenever we spoke.  But now he had me worrying that I was in the
hands of a psychopath! But despite my very real and apparently justifiable
fear, I felt the sexual excitement in me growing at this horrible
treatment. I looked Karl in the eyes and whispered, "Why?  Please, Karl. 
I'm doing what you want!" With his free hand he began to slowly spread the
spittle around my cheek.  I stared into his eyes and for the first time I
saw something dark in him that scared me.  And yet, even as I recognized
that there was something in this man to fear, my excitement continued to
build. In a soft, almost affectionate voice he said, "Open your mouth,
Kari." I slowly opened my mouth.  I wanted desperately to fight him, to
refuse.  But I could not.  I was unable to turn control of my body back
over to my normal brain.  A man had given me an order.  I had to obey. He
still had that sweet smile on his face when he moved his lips close to mind
and spit right in my mouth. I gagged.  I was disgusted by the idea of what
he was doing to me.  I suppose that I've done a lot worse things with my
mouth lately.  But this, this was over the top.  I had never even imagined
that a person might do this to another human being!  And yet I could see
that spitting on me was exciting him! I shivered in revulsion and tried not
to think of what other perverse acts might excite him.  But at the same
time I realized that I was experiencing a very strong desire to reach down
and tease my own sex.  It sickened me to realize it.  But I knew that if I
could rub my pussy while he was degrading me this way I would quickly reach
orgasm.  That knowledge almost brought tears to my eyes.  But it was
undeniable. I continued to kneel there between his legs, held in place more
by his order to kneel there than by his hand in my hair.  My face was still
turned up and my mouth still open.  I was incredibly aware of that foreign
glob of spittle resting on my tongue.  I wanted to spit it back out.  I
certainly didn't want to swallow it or allow it to remain in my mouth.  But
I merely waited there mindlessly for him to tell me what to do. And all
that time he stared at my face, taking pleasure from my distress. He had
pulled back slightly to observe me, to take pleasure from my horror after
the first time he spit in my mouth.  Now his face neared mine again and
when his lips were over mine he allowed a large stream of saliva to escape
from between his lips and slowly drain into my mouth while he stared right
in my eyes. I continued to be horrified by what he was doing.  He saw that
and it pleased him.  But he also seemed to sense that I was aroused. 
Somehow I knew that he was aware of it and that only served to increase the
humiliation I felt. He pulled his face back again and he ordered me to
close my mouth.  I felt his hot saliva in my mouth.  There was no taste. 
But the entire concept was still making me feel ill.  I obeyed, though.  I
slowly allowed my mouth to close while he smiled down at me. He watched me
in silence for a moment longer and then he whispered, "Swallow, bitch. 
Swallow it all, you nasty cunt.  Let me see just how low a pretty little
girl like you can sink." When he spoke to me like that, when he gave me
that disgusting order, I nearly had an orgasm without even touching myself.
Yet at the same time I was so upset that I had to fight back the tears.  I
was almost certain now that I was losing my mind and I didn't want to be
crazy. I forced myself to calm down a little.  I nearly choked on his
spittle but I finally managed to swallow it.  I know it was my imagination
but it seemed like I could feel it all the way down to my stomach. I lost
the battle to hold back the tears.  But it pleased him when he saw the
tears begin to run down my cheeks.  His cruel smile grew that much wider.
He pushed me out of the way and as I lay on my side at his feet he stood up
and began to take his clothes off.  I sat up and waited for my next
command. I still felt the excitement that this kind of treatment brought to
me.  It didn't matter that I now disliked this man intensely.  I still
watched anxiously to see the cock that he was going to fuck me with,
because I really needed to be fucked at that moment.  I was disgusted with
myself for feeling that way.  But I couldn't deny the need. I think I
covered my initial reaction pretty well.  But I was really disappointed
when he dropped his pants and his jockeys and I saw his cock for the first
time.  Karl is a pretty big guy and I expected his cock to be large.  But
it was probably not four inches long!  And it was not much bigger around
than my thumb.  I think I understood now why he was so cruel.  He was
compensating! He watched me closely while he undressed.  When he first
dropped his underwear I somehow knew that he was watching my face for some
sign of disappointment or derision when he bared his little cock to me for
the first time.  I will admit that I was disappointed.  But I am sure that
it didn't show on my face. He ordered me back up on my knees and as soon as
I complied he placed the tip of his cock on my lips.  I took his entire
cock into my mouth easily and I sucked it as eagerly as I could. It was the
easiest cock that I had ever had to suck on.  It just barely touched the
back of my throat on some of his more violent thrusts. Karl may not have
been blessed with size.  But he certainly had stamina.  He fucked my mouth
for a long time before he pulled his cock free and pulled me to my feet. 
As soon as I was standing he grabbed my upper arm and pushed me down the
hall ahead of him to my bathroom. It appeared that he wanted us to take a
shower together.  He led me to the tub and ordered me to get in.  He
climbed in behind me but I was about to learn to my shame and my utter
disgust that it wasn't a shower he was interested in. I was a little
surprised when he bent me over and began fucking me from behind.  I thought
it was a strange place to have sex.  But what the hell, compared to his
strange behavior in the living room a few minutes ago this was no big deal.
If this is what turns him on I guess it was as good as any place else.  It
hardly mattered to me, except that in this position I could hardly feel his
cock in me.  He really needs to do his fucking in the missionary position.
He fucked me violently for a good ten minutes.  I hardly felt it and I
never got anywhere close to reaching orgasm.  We had to stop several times
when he got carried away and his cock fell out.  I had to reach down each
time and guide it back inside of me.  But he finally stiffened up and cried
out as he came with not much more than the head of his cock inside of me. I
waited for him to pull out of me so that I could stand up.  I was getting
tired of bending over like this.  But he still had the head of his cock
inside of me.  It seemed to be getting soft, but it didn't seem to get any
smaller. He continued to slowly grind his pelvis against the cheeks of my
ass and then he ordered sternly, "Don't you fucking move an inch, bitch. 
If you do I'll make you so fucking sorry!" I still didn't have a clue.  Not
until I felt the wet heat in my vagina.  At first I didn't know what it
was, what was happening.  I had never felt anything like it before.  Then
it hit me.  The son of a bitch was pissing in me! But that wasn't the worst
part.  Shortly after I felt my vagina filling up with hot urine I had my
first orgasm.  I grunted and my pussy clamped down on his little cock and I
had an orgasm.  I prayed that he wouldn't realize it.  But I heard him
chuckle and I knew that he did. The hot piss filled me up and began to run
out of me around his little cock.  It began to stream down my legs and
still he was pissing!  And before he finished, to my ultimate shame I came
again. It finally stopped.  His little cock fell out of me and the piss
continued to drain down my legs.  Karl reached for another handful of my
hair and he pulled me around until my face was just over his soft, slimy,
piss covered cock and balls. I knew what he was going to order me to do
next.  I could smell the piss on him and I was sure I would vomit now.  But
when he gave the order I opened my mouth and took his stubby little cock
between my lips and started sucking.  He guided my mouth around, forcing me
to lick and suck his balls clean.  He even made me lick his thighs clean.
The bitter, acidic taste of his urine filled my senses.  But more than the
taste and the smells, it was the horror of this degrading act and the fact
that I had twice achieved orgasm while he was pissing inside my body that
upset me so.  How fucking depraved had I become that I would reach orgasm
because a man was pissing inside of me?!  And why was I compelled to just
stand there and permit it?! When Karl was satisfied that he had degraded me
enough to compensate for his little dick he stood me up straight, pointed
the shower head at me and turned the water on. I screamed when a strong
stream of very cold water hit me right in the chest.  I struggled to move
out of the path of the water but Karl held me in place until the water was
comfortably warm.  Then we traded places and he ordered me to bathe him. I
shampooed his hair and then I washed his body with my body wash.  When he
was satisfied he stepped out of the shower and told me to clean myself up.
I took a shower then, dragging it out as long as I dared before shutting
the water off and drying myself. I brushed my teeth and then went out to
the living room, hoping to find it empty when I got there.  No such luck.
Karl was waiting there.  But he was dressed and I hoped that he was
preparing to leave. He smiled when he saw me and got to his feet.  He
guided me back down the hall to my bedroom and went to my closet to select
a dress.  He looked through my clothes and selected a skirt and a sheer
blouse under which, up until now, I had always worn undergarments.  I wore
them for a reason.  My tits showed plainly through the fine, nearly
transparent material. He watched me dress.  When I was ready he selected a
sundress and ordered me to put it in a bag. I wanted to ask him where we
were going.  This guy scared me and I really didn't want to go anywhere
with him.  It also made me nervous that he felt it necessary for me to
bring a change of clothes.  But I didn't ask.  I knew that wherever we were
going I wasn't going to like it.  I also had to admit to myself that I
would probably be excited and end up hating myself for it. It was after
eight in the evening when Karl picked up the paper bag with my dress in it
and escorted me from my apartment.  We walked down the block in silence and
went down the stairs to the subway. I was a mess by the time we got to the
platform.  I might just as well have been topless and my nearly naked
breasts had attracted a lot of attention as we made our way to the station.
The whistles and the crude comments still rang in my ears.  I was deeply
humiliated, and incredibly aroused.  I didn't want to be turned on by this.
I just couldn't help myself. We waited by the edge of the platform until
the train that Karl wanted arrived.  We got on and I was once more an
instant hit.  Although nearly half the seats were empty we remained
standing. There were probably only twenty or thirty people on the car.  I
saw four couples and a few women alone.  But most of the other passengers
were lone males and they all seemed to be staring at my chest. Shortly
after the train started out of the station Karl said, "I think that blouse
is too revealing, Kari.  You are attracting too much attention.  I guess
you should change into the dress." I honestly didn't think that he meant
right at that moment.  Perhaps once we arrived at our destination.  But not
right there in the center of a subway car where everyone was already
staring at me. But he smiled and said, "Come on.  You don't want to drag it
out too long or you'll still be naked when we get to the next stop.  Take
that skirt and blouse off and I'll give you your dress." It wasn't a matter
of giving in, of submitting.  Once more I had no choice.  I had been given
an order.  But I was not so far gone that I didn't want to scream in
protest.  I actually formed the thought in my head that I couldn't do this
horrible thing.  Yet even as I thought that I was unbuttoning my blouse.
Several of the people watching moved closer as I began to undress.  Most
just remained in their seats and stared in shock as I unbuttoned my blouse,
took it off and handed it to Karl.  There was no question in my mind that I
had never been so embarrassed in my entire life.  And I knew that it was
about to get worse. Only a couple of the people around us had heard his
instructions to me.  But even those people wouldn't realize that I had no
choice.  I wasn't doing this because I wanted to.  He wasn't holding a gun
to my head.  But I couldn't stop myself. I didn't bother to try to cover my
breasts.  As soon as I handed the blouse to Karl I unbuttoned my skirt and
stepped out of it.  I stood naked in the center of that subway car while
Karl slowly folded my blouse and put it in the bag.  Then he did the same
thing with my skirt.  It was a couple of minutes before he reached down
into the bottom of the bag and handed me the dress he had picked out for
me. As I slipped my arms into the dress I was forced to listen to the crude
remarks from the other passengers.  But I didn't look up from the floor.  I
couldn't face them.  I felt my face glowing.  I knew that it was bright
red. I was blushing so furiously that my face felt like it was burning as I
buttoned my dress as quickly as I could with my shaking fingers. I don't
think I drew a breath from the time Karl ordered me to undress until I had
the dress on.  I exhaled loudly when I was once more wearing clothes.  Then
I became aware of how turned on I was.  My mind flashed on the little
fantasy I had of undressing or being undressed by a couple of men on the
subway when I was on my way home from the office.  I had just experienced
that fantasy and I am ashamed to say that I was on the verge of having an
orgasm. But Karl wasn't finished.  He grinned down at me and asked, "Did
that turn you on, Kari?" I sobbed quietly and admitted in an embarrassed
whisper, "Yes." In a conversational voice he said, "Good.  Lift your skirt
and show me how wet your pussy is." I could feel every eye on me as I
reached down and slowly lifted my skirt.  I held it up around my waist and
I saw his hand moving toward me.  I groaned in horror because I knew what
he was going to do. I was right.  His fingertips slid through my vulva and
slipped easily into my dripping wet pussy.  To make my humiliation complete
I had an orgasm as soon as he touched me.  My pussy clamped down on his
fingers.  I bit down on my lower lip to keep from crying out.  But it
didn't work.  Even in that noisy subway car my muffled cry of passion was
clear and loud. He waited for my orgasm to subside.  Then he removed his
fingers from my pussy and placed them in my mouth for cleaning.  While I
sucked his fingers clean I was shocked to hear most of the other passengers
start to applaud.  That didn't make me feel any better. We finally got to
the next stop and I was so relieved when we got off of the subway.  Our
departure was cause for another round of applause and more than a few pleas
for us to stay on the car. I still didn't know where we were going.  But I
was so very thankful to be off of that car.  Even though what Karl had just
made me do had been a recent fantasy, it was not a fantasy I ever intended
to live out and I was so embarrassed that my chest felt tight.  I was
afraid I was going to have a stroke at the grand old age of twenty-one! We
moved across the platform to wait for another train.  When it arrived I saw
the disappointment in Karl's face.  There were only half a dozen men
scattered around the car.  When I saw the expectant look on Karl's face I
knew that he wasn't finished humiliating me. He pulled me onto the car and
once more we stood, even though there were empty seats all around us.  A
couple of men followed us onto the car before the doors closed and the
train started to move.  We hadn't even left the station before Karl said,
"You know, I think I made a mistake.  I liked you better in the other
outfit.  Take the dress off." Once again we were standing in the middle of
the car.  All of the other passengers were seated around us.  Not because
they wanted to be near us but because they were closer to the doors that
way. I groaned, remembering vividly how embarrassed I had just been on the
other train.  I'm not sure why, but I took comfort from the fact that I was
the only woman on the car.  It seemed like these things he made me do were
more embarrassing when there were women watching. I slowly unbuttoned my
dress and let it fall from my shoulders.  I quickly removed it and handed
it to Karl.  Once more I was naked on a subway car and surrounded by
astounded men who were obviously enjoying the show I was being forced to
put on. There were a few gasps from my audience.  But there were no crude
remarks this time.  I waited in an agony of mixed humiliation and
incredible arousal while Karl took his sweet fucking time folding my dress
up and carefully putting it into the paper bag. While he was pulling my
skirt out, one of the men sitting nearby asked, "How do you get a woman to
do that?  It's all I can do to get my wife to leave the lights on in our
bedroom when we have sex!" Karl smiled at the guy and, still holding my
skirt in his hand he answered, "I'd like to take credit for training the
bitch.  But it wasn't me.  She came this way.  I just borrowed her from a
guy that lives near me.  If you really want to know you can give me your
number and I'll ask him to call you.  But to be honest, I don't know if he
made her this way or if he just found out that she was already easy.  He
wouldn't say." The guy looked at me and then at Karl.  Then he shrugged and
said, "What the hell.  It's worth a shot." He pulled out a small notepad
and wrote his name and number down on the top page and handed it to Karl.
Karl slowly put the slip of paper in his pocket and finally handed me my
skirt.  I didn't even bother to hurry into it.  What was the point?  I had
been standing there naked for nearly five minutes now.  Everyone on the car
was now familiar with my body. I stepped into the skirt, pulled it up and
buttoned it.  When I finished he handed me the blouse.  There was certainly
no hurry to put the blouse on.  It didn't hide anything from view. While I
was buttoning my blouse, Karl said to the man he had been speaking with,
"Would you like to see her do a trick?" A wave of despair washed over me,
followed immediately by a shudder of arousal.  I just couldn't separate the
two emotions. The man grinned in anticipation and answered, "Sure!" Karl
said, "The bitch will do anything I tell her.  She hates it.  But she can't
help herself.  And the more embarrassed she is the more excited she gets.
If you order her to lift her skirt up and you stick a couple of fingers in
her cunt she'll cum all over your hand!" He couldn't pass up that that
opportunity.  He immediately ordered me to lift my skirt.  I had no choice
but to comply.  Even though I had just stood there naked for five minutes
it was still humiliating to lift my skirt in front of everyone that way.
But I stood there, holding my skirt around my waist as ordered.  He grinned
and sat forward in his seat so that our knees were nearly touching.  He
reached out and cupped my vulva, causing me to gasp in response to the
touch of another strange man on my once private parts. Then, with all of
those men watching and enjoying my humiliation, he extended two large
fingers and slowly inserted them into my vagina.  And just as Karl
promised, as soon as his hand was resting against my vulva my pussy clamped
down on his fingers and I gave out a strangled cry of unwanted pleasure and
had an orgasm. Now there were crude remarks from the other passengers and
several requests for a turn between my legs.  In the next few minutes,
while I sucked clean the fingers of the man who had just brought me to
orgasm I felt myself being penetrated by two more strange men, each of whom
offered me their wet fingers to clean afterwards. To my intense
embarrassment I had cum with each brief penetration.  The only reason the
other men, all of whom had begun to gather around closely for a better
view, didn't get an opportunity was that our train pulled into the station
that was our destination and I was ordered to let my skirt fall into place
so that I didn't get Karl arrested with my slutty behavior.





   Chapter 4 Posted: May 25, 2009 - 10:52:16 pm I made myself as
presentable as possible considering the blouse I was wearing and
accompanied Karl out of the subway station and down a quiet residential
street.  We walked for four long blocks before we reached our destination,
a nice one family home on a quiet side street. We went to the front door
and Karl opened it without even ringing the bell.  I followed Karl into the
living room and stood, looking around nervously at the two men leering at
me and ogling my breasts through the sheer blouse I had been forced to
wear. Karl pointed to the kitchen and ordered me to get undressed and go
get him a beer.  I wasn't even surprised.  I quickly removed my blouse and
skirt and hurried to the kitchen.  I was in no hurry to return to the
living room.  But I didn't want to piss Karl off.  I had to do what he told
me, just like I apparently had to do what every other man told me to do. 
But Karl scared me after the way he had behaved in my apartment and I
wanted to stay on his good side, if he had one. While I was fetching his
beer I heard him telling the other two men in the room about the things we
had done before we left my apartment and then he began to describe the ride
here on the subway. I brought him his beer and stood listening to the
disturbing tale while the three men gazed at my naked body.  Karl finished
his degrading description of my evening.  I was surprised that he even
included a detailed account of when he used my vagina for a urinal.  I
would have thought that he would be ashamed of that.  Instead he sounded
proud.  What worried me was that his two friends seemed to find that
particular perverse act amusing, too. I know that it was predictable, but I
was nevertheless dismayed that standing there naked, listening to Karl
speak and his friends make comments I started getting very turned on and I
found myself wishing that someone would do something to me.  I had been
forced to experience several very public orgasms on the way here this
evening.  But I still needed a good fuck after all of this humiliation.  It
was tearing me up that I felt that way.  I was no longer surprised, though.
After three days of reacting this way to humiliation I didn't accept it as
normal, but I was no longer shocked by it. One of the men, after listening
to Karl tell them about the subway ride, exclaimed, "Fuck it!  I know we
agreed not to fuck her.  But I just can't sit here and stare at her naked
ass.  I have got to at least get a blowjob from the bitch!" Karl glanced at
his watch and said, "Okay, but don't take too long." I was disappointed
when I heard him say that he wasn't going to fuck me.  But I watched him
open his pants and pull his hard cock out and I am ashamed to admit that I
was so turned on at that moment that the idea of taking this man's cock
into my mouth and sucking on it until he came in my mouth actually excited
me.  I'd never seen him before.  I didn't even know his name!  But without
even being told to do so I took several steps and dropped to my knees at
his feet. I heard them snickering at me when they realized that I actually
wanted to suck his cock.  But it only added to the excitement that they had
such a low opinion of me. I gripped the base of the stranger's cock between
my thumb and forefinger and leaned forward to take it in my mouth.  I was
feeling a little frustrated.  I really needed his nice cock in my pussy at
that moment.  But I was quickly becoming an accomplished cocksucker and
with experience came confidence.  And apparently, with confidence came
desire.  Unlike the man whose cock I was sucking I was not going to have an
orgasm.  But I was still going to enjoy this.  I had suddenly discovered
that sucking cocks was an exciting thing to do, probably because when I was
doing it now I was doing it for people I didn't care for or didn't even
know so it was very demeaning. I tightened my lips around this stranger's
cock and slowly slid them down the shaft as far as I could, teasing him
with my tongue as I did.  He groaned in pleasure as my hot, wet mouth
enveloped his cock.  His head lolled back and he closed his eyes and
hissed, "Yessssssssss!  Suck that cock baby!" I carefully worked the
fingers of my left hand under his balls and teased them with my fingertips
while my right hand went to work on the last couple inches of his cock.  I
plunged my mouth up and down his hard cock rapidly and it didn't seem like
any time at all before he lifted his ass off of the chair and managed to
choke out, "Aw Christ!  Here it comes, cunt!" I was becoming inured to the
terrible taste of male ejaculate after only a couple of days of being
passed around like a party favor.  Between the men that had cum in my mouth
and the slimy cocks that I was forced to suck clean I hardly noticed the
unpleasant taste any longer.  I waited for the man to finish cumming in my
mouth and I swallowed his cum easily. It was over for him now.  But I
needed to get fucked more than ever.  I started to sit up but I noticed a
few drops of cum I had missed clinging to the head of his cock.  I leaned
back down and licked them up.  Then I sat up and waited to see what my next
humiliating act would be. I still didn't know what it was that these men
were keeping from me.  But I knew that something unpleasant was on their
minds.  And it was apparently going to happen any moment now.  Karl looked
at his watch and said to the third man in the room, "You better hurry if
you want some of that.  You only have a couple of minutes." I quickly found
myself between the legs of the other man and eagerly sucking on yet another
cock belonging to another man whose name I did not know.  And I desperately
needed to be fucked at that moment! But my needs were not important to
anyone but me.  I sucked the third man in the room to a quick orgasm and
swallowed his cum easily.  As soon as I straightened up Karl said to the
first man I sucked off, "Dan, you better take her back and let her rinse
her mouth out.  It's time." Dan got to his feet and pulled his pants back
up.  I stood up and waited for him to buckle his belt and zip them up. 
Then I followed him out of the room to a small bathroom.  He waited for me
while I rinsed my mouth out with water.  Then he handed me a paper cup and
poured a little mouthwash in it for me. After I finished freshening my
mouth he grinned and said, "You might want to wipe your pussy off, too. 
You really enjoy this shit, don't you?!" I didn't bother to try to explain
what I didn't understand myself.  I used a moist towelette to wipe away the
fluids that were glistening on my vulva and then we went back out to the
living room. I returned to my place in the center of the room and the men
sat staring at me and waiting in silence for whatever the hell it was I was
waiting for. The doorbell finally rang and Dan went to answer it.  I was
standing with my back to the door.  But I didn't turn to look.  I somehow
knew that whatever it was I didn't want to know about it. I heard a brief,
quiet conversation in the foyer and then footsteps.  They paused behind me
and then I was surrounded by three huge black men. I gasped in shock. 
These men looked scary.  They were three of the biggest men I had never
seen and they were scowling at me in a way that was terrifying.  They were
all well dressed.  They were wearing suits.  But they looked like
gangsters. All of a sudden I could hardly breathe.  They seemed to suck all
of the oxygen out of the room.  I stood there naked and helpless and I had
never been so scared in my life. The man in the middle was apparently the
man in charge.  Everyone else in the room seemed to defer to him.  I
noticed that Karl and his two friends seemed to be afraid of him, too. He
looked me over closely.  The look of disdain on his face did nothing to
reassure me.  He didn't seem to have a high opinion of me.  After what
appeared to be a very close visual examination of my body he asked, "How
long you been a whore, bitch?" I gasped and exclaimed, "I'm not a whore!!"
He grinned and his two companions chuckled right out loud. He ordered me to
spread my legs apart.  I wanted out of here.  I was terrified.  But I
instantly spread my legs open.  He reached out and inserted a finger into
my pussy.  His finger was larger than Karl's cock and it actually felt
nice. I might have enjoyed it if I wasn't so scared. He laughed as he moved
his finger in and out of me.  He turned to the man on his right and
exclaimed, "Shit!  The bitch is like a fucking swamp.  She's tight though.
She'll be a good fuck ...  for a while." The man who seemed to be in charge
pulled his finger out of my pussy and stuck it into my mouth.  After I
sucked it clean he turned around and asked, "Which one of you guys is
Karl?" Karl got to his feet and nodded.  The man who had probed my pussy
took an envelope out of his pocket and tossed it to him.  He said, "We have
a deal.  Get the bitch ready." Karl stuck the envelope in his pocket and
tossed my skirt and blouse to me.  He ordered me to get dressed.  I stepped
into my skirt and blouse and he handed me the paper bag containing my
dress. Without another word the man who had just apparently bought me
turned and headed for the front door.  The other two men moved to either
side of me and I was led from the room between them with a large hand on
either arm. I wanted to fight them.  I wanted to scream and cry for help. I
wanted Batman to swoop down and take me away from here.  Instead I was led
outside and into a limousine like a lamb to the slaughter ...  except for
the limousine part.  They don't take lambs to slaughter in block long
limos. A man was standing by the passenger door of the limo.  Just before
we got there he opened the door and the four of us got in.  The driver, a
tall, skinny white guy, shut the door and went around and got in the
driver's seat. Before he even started the car the guy in charge pulled his
large cock out of his pants and spread his legs.  He looked at me, waiting
expectantly.  I didn't want to make him mad.  So I didn't wait for the
order.  I knew what he wanted. I was lying on the floor at his feet.  That
was where his two goons had dropped me when we got in.  I got to my knees
and moved into position between his legs.  His cock wasn't quite as large
as Gordy's in the mailroom.  But it was impressive. I had never seen a
black one before.  I never thought that I would.  I stared down at it for a
long moment and then bent down and began to lick it.  It was still soft,
which made me nervous.  But as I kissed and licked it and then took it into
my mouth it hardened quickly.  I was relieved that it didn't grow much
larger.  It just became as hard as steel. While I struggled to please him
with my mouth and my hands one of his goons lifted my skirt up over my ass
and I was disgusted with myself when I realized that I was hoping that one
of them would fuck me.  I was terrified and incredibly humiliated.  And so
I was very aroused. One of the men behind me played with my pussy for a
while, even filling me up with a couple of large fingers.  But the only one
that was going to have an orgasm on this ride was the man whose cock I was
sucking. I couldn't even get half of his cock in my mouth and from the look
on his face he wasn't very satisfied with my performance.  But I used my
hand on the remaining two thirds of his incredibly large cock and after
about twenty exhausting minutes he grabbed my head and lifted his hips,
wedging the fat head of his cock at the entrance to my throat. I began to
gag and choke as a huge amount of cum shot out of the end of his cock and
straight into my throat.  But I was totally helpless.  He held me in a firm
grip and though I struggled to pull away he shot all of that crap into my
throat. He finally let me lift my head away and struggle for breath.  But
he maintained his iron grip on my hair and as soon as I was able to breathe
he slapped my face so hard I saw stars. He yelled, "What the fuck was that,
you stupid cunt!  Look at that mess!  If you got any of that shit on my
pants I'm going to beat you until you can't stand up!  Clean that fucking
mess up.  Fuck!  Worthless fucking whore!" First I had to scoop up the twin
streams of cum that had escaped through my nostrils when I was choking.  He
watched me with a look on his face that left me wondering if I was going to
see the sunrise.  I timidly scooped up the mess on my face and shoveled it
into my mouth.  I swallowed quickly and began to lick up the puddles of
bitter cum that had escaped from my mouth and were scattered around his
hard, muscular stomach. As I worked with my tongue to clean him I nervously
examined his clothing.  I was so relieved when I didn't see any wet spots
on his clothes that I almost cried. When he was satisfied he pushed me away
roughly and I fell to the floor at his feet.  He was still putting his
clothes back in order when another hand gripped my hair and I cried out in
pain when one of the goons pulled me into position between his legs. There
before me was yet another oversized black cock waiting for me to drain it.
I was starting to get tired but I wouldn't have had the nerve to plead for
a little recovery time even if I could.  Even under these brutal conditions
I was helpless to do anything but obey.  As I dipped my head down and began
to work on this next huge phallus I wondered if there were any limits to my
recent pathological need to obey any order a man gave me. My mind began to
wander, in self defense I think.  The second man was even more demanding
than the first.  He kept a tight grip on my head and worked it up and down
on his large cock as if he was trying to force his cock into my throat.  It
was very painful but when I couldn't stand it any longer and tried to
resist his friend grabbed my arms from behind and held them so that I was
totally helpless. By the time the second man was finished with me my face
was covered with tears and I was convinced that something in the back of my
throat was damaged.  I feared that I might have lost the ability to speak.
But at long last the second ordeal ended.  He didn't shoot his cum straight
down my throat.  He pulled back a little and after my arms were released I
finished him off with my hand.  He shot all of his cum, and there was a
great deal of it, into my mouth.  I was forced to taste it all and then
swallow it with a great deal of difficulty. At least this time it didn't
shoot out of my nose and there was no mess to clean up. I was saved, for
the moment at least, from having to move on to the next man.  The car
pulled up in front of a large, dark building in an area of town that I
didn't recognize.  We got out of the car and I looked around nervously.  We
were in front of a building with no signs or lights on it.  But I could
hear the faint sound of music coming from inside. I turned around and saw
that the parking lot in front of the building was packed.  All the other
buildings in the area were dark and quiet.  It was all pretty scary. The
driver closed the door and moved the car to a nearby parking spot.  We went
to the large metal door that seemed to be the only way into the building.
One of the goons pushed a button and after a brief pause the door opened. I
instantly learned that I had been wrong about hearing music.  It wasn't
music, it was rap! And Christ was it loud! The man who was in charge of me
now had a brief, whispered conversation with the man that had opened the
door for us.  Then he nodded to the goons and they led me through another
door into a packed club. I looked around and was not reassured when I saw
that I was almost the only white person in the room.  The room was full of
black men.  Some had black women with them.  A larger number had one or
even two white women with them.  The only other white faces were the naked
women dancing on stages around the room. I couldn't even guess at the size
of the crowd.  It was a large room and it was packed. I was led through the
room and I attracted a lot of attention as I moved between the tightly
packed tables.  There were a lot of comments as I was led through the
crowd. I didn't understand most of them.  But it was easy to tell from the
tone of their voices that the things they were saying were crude and of a
sexual nature. I was led to an empty stage against the back wall.  The two
men led me up onto the stage and we stood facing the crowd.  I was so
scared that I was seeing everything through a red haze.  But I began to
notice things as I waited to find out what fate awaited me.  I noticed four
men with large, professional looking movie cameras on the stage with me,
already recording. I noticed a large scoreboard on a stand against the
wall, the kind you see at a sporting event. The man who had apparently paid
Karl for me came on stage after several minutes.  When he did the painfully
loud rap stopped assaulting my ears and for a moment I could even hear the
loud crowd that was beginning to gather around the stage. The man who
apparently now owned me held up his hands and the crowd gradually grew
silent.  Once the room was quiet the man announced, "Gentlemen.  As you
know, we are going to try for the world record tonight.  I have secured the
services of a fresh young college graduate, twenty-one year old Kari French
who moved to our fair city just a few months ago and still doesn't know
what she is here for.  She is not a whore and she is not getting paid to do
this.  I haven't fucked her yet.  But I stuck a finger in her and I can
assure you that she has a nice, tight little pussy.  And the carpet is as
red the drapes in case you can't see the cunt's bush from where you are
standing." There was a lot of snickering from the audience and someone
yelled out, "Show us, man!  Let's see what the bitch looks like!" My owner,
I don't know what else to call him, turned and nodded to the men holding me
and they absolutely destroyed my blouse and skirt as they shredded them
violently and tore them from my body to the cheers from the lust driven men
in the audience. Suddenly my subway ride with Karl this evening paled by
comparison to this ...  whatever this was.  I was now naked in front of a
huge audience.  I was scared to death.  And I was still waiting to find out
what world record I was going for.  Whatever it was I knew I wasn't going
to like it. The man quieted the audience again and said, "Alright men. 
It's going to be a long night.  I need you all to be patient.  Remember,
it's free to fuck the bitch.  If you want to get a copy of the movie you
can pre-order it from any of employees in the club.  Once it is available
you can pick it up here or you can have it sent to your home.  I'm sure
your old ladies will get a kick out of that!" There was more laughter and
then he said, "Remember, you can fuck her in any hole and you can fuck her
as often as you like.  But don't hog the bitch.  I want everyone to get a
chance.  And every time you get off in the bitch, make sure you go over and
notify the scorekeeper." I was just about to faint.  The only thing keeping
me on my feet was the two men holding my arms. Someone brought out a padded
table and I was lifted onto it.  Straps held my arms in place and a thick
leather strap went around my stomach.  There were padded rails supporting
my legs but my legs weren't restrained.  My head hung down at the other
end. There was a pad supporting the back of my head to keep it in place
while the men fucked my mouth. Now that everything was clear I was
experiencing true panic for the first time in my life.  But even if I
wanted to finally resist my horrible fate, I was restrained and helpless
now.  I knew, though, that I would not resist.  Even this I would not
resist.  I had no choice but to do what these men wanted.  And even now,
even at this ultimate indignity I found myself becoming aroused.  For just
a second, thoughts of suicide flashed through my brain.  What remained of
my normal brain did not want to live like this.  I wasn't sure that I could
live with myself even if I survived this. The men in suits stepped back and
the cameras came in for some close-ups before I got all messed up.  From
the conversations of the cameramen I learned that one of the cameras was
providing a live feed to the internet and a huge audience was paying to
watch me get gang raped by a building full of black men. Before the rapes
started I saw two young, naked, white girls standing against the back of
the stage.  They were watching me and smiling and joking.  They didn't look
any older than fifteen or sixteen.  I had to wonder about the way they so
obviously found what was happening to me amusing. Then it started.  I felt
someone moving into position between my legs.  He lifted my legs and held
them against his chest as he edged forward and walked his long black cock
into me.  I was so wet down there, and I had needed a cock inside of me for
so long that it was very pleasant, despite these horrible circumstances. 
But I knew that the pleasure would soon fade and this would become torture.
I couldn't see the man that was raping my pussy.  My head was hanging down
over the other end of the table and I was watching a man unbutton his
slacks and pull his soft cock out.  Two of the cameras came in for a
close-up when he placed the head of his cock against my lips. I opened my
mouth and his cock slid inside until it hit the back of my throat.  I had
been so brutalized in the car on the way over here that I didn't even gag
when his penis bottomed out in my mouth. His cock began to grow long and
hard.  But unlike my new owner it was of normal proportions and it wasn't
so terrifying.  And he wasn't even very violent ...  at first. But the men
who had gathered around to watch and wait their turns were not satisfied
and had to egg him on.  I heard someone call out to him, "Come on,
motherfucker!  That's not your fucking ol' lady.  Fuck the bitch!" He was
apparently easily influenced.  He rested his hands on my tits and squeezed.
Then he began fucking my mouth as if it was a true sex organ.  The first
few strokes were very painful.  But then his cock struck the back of my
throat and kept going.  The pain was excruciating.  But I couldn't even
scream. He stopped for a few seconds with two or three inches of his cock
down my throat.  The crowd got a big kick out of it and they were very
vocal in their praise of him.  Shit!  All he was doing was fucking my
mouth. I was the one in all the pain! I tried to turn my head away, to get
free of that pole of flesh that was invading my throat on every down stroke
now.  But I was unable to evade him and whenever I got close he clamped
down on my nipples with his thumb and finger and the pain was so bad I
could almost forget about what he was doing to my throat. The man that was
fucking me must have finished.  I didn't even realize that he was cumming.
I heard a bell ring and out of the corner of my tear filled eye I saw a big
red "1" go up on the scoreboard.  There was a cheer from the audience.  But
it meant little to me.  Someone else had already taken his place. A moment
later the man fucking my face finally reached orgasm and quickly stepped
aside.  I saw another big red "1" light up the second scoreboard as the
second man in line started sliding his cock between my already swollen lips
and straight down my throat. It took a while for me to get my breathing
under control as the men fucked my throat.  It was easier once I stopped
crying and could breathe through my nose.  It was easier, it was never
easy. Even after my throat grew numb from the constant raping cocks driving
straight past the entrance it was never easy. They turned the painfully
loud rap back on after the first two men had finished using my helpless
body and as much as I hated it the primitive rhythm gave me something other
than the hard shafts of black cock that were plundering my body to
concentrate on. The next big hurdle came the first time that one of men
decided he wanted to fuck my ass.  The first three or four rapists had all
taken my pussy.  The sad thing was that I was in so much pain and distress
from lack of air due to the oral rapes that I couldn't even enjoy those
first few fucks before it started to hurt me.  But it became an entirely
new form of torment when the fourth or fifth man to rape me pulled his cock
out of my pussy and began to force it into my ass. It seemed to make the
horrible experience even worse that because of the cocks in my throat I
couldn't even scream.  After every few men finished raping me one of the
young girls would clean my body with a warm, damp cloth.  It was soothing
at first and I looked forward to it.  But after a while I didn't even feel
it. I know that I passed out several times during that long procession of
callus rapes.  But unfortunately I was conscious most of the time.  After a
while, though, my mind could no longer handle the abuse and it would wander
off on its own. Sometimes the bell off to the side would ring when there
was no one fucking my throat and I would look up to see the numbers on the
scoreboard getting larger.  They didn't seem to have a meaning for me
though.  I was no longer sufficiently aware of my surroundings to connect
those large, red numbers to the number of men who had raped me. My ordeal
lasted long into the early morning hours.  The club closed and they shut
the music off.  But a large number of the customers remained, waiting in
line to take part in setting a world record for rape. By the time it
finally ended I was long past worrying about the damage they were doing to
my body.  I had stopped wondering if I would ever be able to talk again and
I had stopped worrying that my pussy and my ass would never close again.  I
stopped thinking at all.  I even stopped wondering how they could possibly
find this amusing.  My conscious mind pretty much just curled up in a
corner of my traumatized brain and hummed a little tune. I don't know what
time it was when the ordeal came to an end.  There was a cheer from the few
remaining men and the man who had paid for me and brought me here made an
announcement to the cameras, proudly reading off the numbers of rapes I had
survived.  If I had in fact survived.  I wasn't sure that I had. The two
young girls, looking bored to death, cleaned me up one last time and the
two goons helped me to sit up on the table.  I cried out in pain when they
pulled me to a sitting position.  My pussy and my ass were numb.  But my
stomach felt like someone had been using it for a punching bag. I couldn't
stand.  They had to hold me up to put my dress on me and they carried me
out to the limo.  I don't remember the ride to my apartment.  I remember
being carried to my door.  I guess that Karl had put my purse in the bag
because they had it and one of them dug my keys out and unlocked my door.
They carried me inside and dropped me on my bed.  One of them looked down
at me and shook his head.  I heard him say to the other, "Shit!  I shoulda
fucked her in the car last night.  I sure ain't gonna touch that shit now!"
I heard their derogatory laughter through a haze of pain and sleep
deprivation.  I told myself that as soon as they left I would go to the
bathroom and take a hot bath, and I might have felt better if I had.  But I
was out cold before they left the room.  I never heard them leave. The sky
had been getting light when they carried me inside.  So I was confused when
I finally awoke and it was dark.  I looked at the clock on my nightstand
and the fact that it was nearly nine in the evening only confused me more.
My mouth was dry and sore and my throat was burning.  I started to get up
to get a drink and take something for the pain but when I moved I realized
how much pain the rest of my body was in.  I cried out involuntarily.  But
there was almost no sound, nothing but a frog-like croak. The various parts
of my body began checking in and I wondered if I could make it to the
emergency room or if I should just dial 911 and hope they would come to
investigate when no one spoke into the phone. I tried several times to
speak, to utter just one word.  But I couldn't. I noticed that my wrists
were black and blue from where I had fought against the restraints.  There
were also bruises around my waist where I had rubbed against the strap
restraining my body when I fought to get free.  But the worst of the pain
was centered in my lower abdomen.  My vagina and my anus both felt like
someone had poured acid inside of me. I hurt so much that I couldn't even
sit up to examine the damage.  I lay there and cried silently, certain that
I would never be the same again.  I didn't even begin to gather my strength
until the hate began to build.  It wasn't until I started focusing on
getting even with Karl and the anger grew to the boiling point that I was
finally able to move around a little.  But even then I couldn't sit up. To
make matters worse, I heard my front door open and close and I think that
it was pretty safe to assume that someone else was coming into my apartment
to rape me.  That was, after all, the only time anyone came here. I
listened to the footsteps as they neared my bedroom door and I began crying
helplessly again.  I knew that I was unable to defend myself.  Whoever was
about to enter my bedroom could do anything that they wanted to me. I
looked up through tear filled eyes and saw Karl's friend Mark enter my
bedroom.  He stood at the door and although I couldn't see him very well
through my tears I could just make out his face.  I heard the genuine
concern in his voice when he asked quietly, "Are you alright?" Based only
on the sound of his voice I began to hope that he wasn't here to hurt me.
In response to his question I was only able to whisper, "No." He came over
to my bed and I heard him utter under his breath, "Jesus Christ!  What did
that son of a bitch do to you?" But he didn't wait for a response.  He
said, "Hold on, Kari.  I have something in my apartment that will help with
the pain.  I'll be right back." I stopped trying to struggle to my feet and
collapsed back onto the bed.  I didn't know Mark any better than I had
known Karl.  But the concern in his voice gave me hope that I could trust
him.  It was an unusual feeling.  I hadn't been able to trust anyone for a
long time.  I fell back on my bed, helpless to do anything else and waited
for him to return. He returned with a large glass of ice water and a bottle
of pills.  He sat beside me and handed me the water.  I sipped it carefully
and oh so gratefully.  It hurt like hell, but if I was careful I was able
to swallow small sips. He held up the little plastic pill bottle and said,
"These are some pain pills the doctor prescribed for me when I hurt my back
moving some equipment at work.  They might make you a little loopy.  But
they really work.  Do you have any drug allergies?" I didn't know if I did
or not.  The only prescription pills I've ever taken were birth control. 
But I didn't care.  I needed something.  I shook my head and he handed me
one of the pills. It took me several tries.  But I was finally able to wash
it down with some of the soothing ice water. After he took the ice water
from my hand he asked, "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I nodded. He
helped me to my feet.  I noticed that the pill wasn't working yet, not that
I expected it to that quickly.  But I was afraid that if I didn't get to
the bathroom soon I was going to embarrass myself. With his support I was
able to make my way to the bathroom.  He put me on the toilet and while I
sat there letting my bladder drain, Mark began filling my tub with hot
water and bubble bath. I sat on the toilet until the bath was ready.  He
helped me up and then he picked me up effortlessly and slowly lowered me
into the bathtub.  I didn't trust myself to speak.  But after he dropped to
his knees beside the tub and brushed my hair out of my face I took his hand
and kissed it.  It was the only way I could thank him at the moment. He
stayed there, holding my hand and talking to me quietly while I soaked.  He
explained that he ran into Karl earlier this afternoon.  The son of a bitch
was bragging about how much money some guy had paid him to obtain my
services for the world record gangbang that he wanted to film. Mark said
that he had knocked on my door a few times this evening to check on me but
there was no answer.  This last time he was getting really worried so he
checked and found my door unlocked.  He came in to see if I was alright.
Between the pill and the hot bath I was starting to feel a little better. I
tried to speak again.  I was finally able to say, "Thank you." It sounded
awful.  My voice sounded scratchy and throaty, almost masculine.  But I was
able to speak. I said it again.  "Thank you." Then I added, "I thought I
was going to die.  I honestly thought I was would die last night.  Maybe it
would be better if I had." He ignored that last comment and began to wash
me gently.  I kept crying softly and then getting control of myself again.
Finally he said, "It's okay, Kari.  If anyone earned a good cry it's you.
Let it out." It was like I just needed permission.  I stopped holding back.
I covered my face and cried piteously while he sat up and wrapped his arms
around me and held me.  I hardly knew him.  But for some reason I began to
feel safe in his arms. I started thinking about how nice he was.  I
couldn't remember the last time I had met a nice guy.  But then I
remembered what had been done to me.  And he knew about most of it.  He was
nice.  But no man is going to be able to deal with the knowledge of what I
had just been through.  I'm not sure that I'll be able to deal with it.  I
finally met a nice man and there was absolutely no chance that it could go
anywhere.  Isn't that just my luck! He waited until I had calmed down a
little.  Then he drained some water from the tub and refilled it with more
hot water.  I relaxed while he finished washing my body.  When his hand
moved down under the waterline his touch became even more gentle.  He said,
"Let me know if I hurt you." But it didn't hurt.  It actually felt pretty
good as his hand moved over my traumatized body.  He finished up by washing
my hair.  Then, while I let the conditioner soak in I asked him what Ian
had told him about me that day when he had seen me naked in the hallway. He
shrugged and said, "He was pretty secretive.  He said some pretty
derogatory things about you.  He hinted that he had some power over you but
he wouldn't say what it was.  He told Karl and me that we were free to stop
by your apartment whenever we wanted and have sex with you.  He promised us
that you would do whatever we told you to do.  I wasn't interested.  I
mean, you are beautiful and sexy.  But there was just something about the
way Ian was explaining things to us that gave me the idea that you didn't
really want to do the things he was making you do.  I'm not a big fan of
rape." I kissed his hand again and held it against my cheek.  I wished that
he had come to my apartment yesterday evening instead of his buddy Karl.  I
was pretty certain that I was ruined now.  And god only knows what diseases
I was infected with last night in that club. Mark finally got up and said,
"Come on.  Let's get you back in bed." He drained the tub and helped me to
my feet.  I was surprised at how much better I felt.  I was still in a lot
of pain.  But I didn't feel like a grenade had just gone off in my belly or
like I had sandpaper in my pussy when I moved. He ran the shower and I
rinsed off quickly.  Then he helped me out of the tub and dried me off.  It
wasn't until that moment that I started feeling self conscious about him
seeing me naked. I know.  That was totally inappropriate.  He had seen me
naked before and he had seen me naked for the last hour or so.  So many men
had seen me naked in the last twenty-four hours that I couldn't even count
them.  But I was really starting to like Mark and it made me sad that with
what he knew about me we could never have any kind of relationship. I put
my robe on.  Mark tried to get me back into bed but I had been in bed for
fifteen or sixteen hours.  And between the pill he had given me, the hot
bath, and the moving around I was starting to loosen up and feel better. He
followed me out to the kitchen and helped me into a chair.  He insisted on
making some soup for me and I was grateful.  I was even more grateful after
I ate it.  It really seemed to soothe my throat. I spread my robe open and
tried to examine myself when he was out of the room for a moment.  I was
scared to death of what I was going to find when I examined my pussy.  But
except to note that my labia seemed to look like they did a couple of days
ago I couldn't really see much.  My stomach hurt so much that I couldn't
bend over yet. Mark came back into the room and saw what I was trying to
do. I saw him and quickly covered myself with the robe.  But he came over
and said, "Let me look.  I won't bite ...  this time.  Not until you are
feeling better." I was ashamed, but I stopped trying to push him away.  I
needed to know how much damage there was.  He dropped to his knees and
carefully examined my vulva and then opened me up with very gentle fingers.
I couldn't watch.  I was too embarrassed, and too afraid of what he would
discover.  I was startled when I felt his warm lips on my mound.  When I
opened my eyes he was smiling up at me reassuringly.  He finally said,
"Whatever it was they did to you, you apparently survived it intact.  I
don't see any signs of damage.  Of course, I'm not a gynecologist, darn it.
I think that you should see one just to be on the safe side.  But you look
to me like a normal young woman.  None of your internal organs are hanging
out." I laughed for the first time in what seemed like a very long time. 
Then I bent down carefully and put my arms around his neck.  I hugged him
and said, "Thank you.  Thank you for being so nice.  I wish you had come to
my apartment instead of that asshole friend of yours last night." Mark
shook his head and said emphatically, "Karl and I are not friends!  I talk
to him when I see him around and we sometimes hang out at the pool together
because we are neighbors.  But there is something wrong with that guy.  He
has always made me a little uncomfortable." I sat up and ran my fingers
through his hair.  I looked down at his kind, handsome face regretfully and
said, "I wish I had known how nice you were before all this happened to me.
I think that we..." I couldn't finish that thought.  But he knew what I was
thinking.  He took my hands in his and looked up at me.  He smiled and
said, "Maybe I'm not as shallow as you think I am, Kari." I smiled through
my tears and said, "You are sweet, Mark.  But you don't know what has
happened to me in the last three days.  Hell!  I don't know what has
happened to me in the last three days!  But there is something wrong with
me now.  I don't mean just that horrible rape last night.  All of a sudden
I can't say no to anyone.  Whatever a man tells me to do, I have to do it.
And what is worse, the more humiliating it is, the more degrading it is,
the more excited I seem to become.  I can't figure out why I am this way
now.  I have wracked my brain for something that might have happened.  I
know that I wasn't drugged.  I have never been hypnotized in my life.  I
just suddenly changed a few days ago from a normal woman to a ...  god!  I
don't even know what I am now." Mark stood up and then leaned down and
kissed the top of my head.  He said, semi-seriously I think, "I don't know,
Kari.  You sound like the perfect woman to me!" I chuckled along with him.
But then, more seriously he said, "Don't worry.  We'll figure it out." He
rinsed out my soup bowel and then he helped up and we went into the living
room.  He sat down on the couch with me and held me in his arms and once
more I was aware of how safe I felt there. I had to keep fighting back the
tears when I thought of all the terrible things that had happened to me in
the last few days.  I knew that those things were going to be a barrier
that he couldn't get across. Mark is a nice guy and it's wonderful that he
is helping me like this.  It seems like a very long time since anyone has
done anything nice for me.  But the things that I have done, and the things
that were done to me last night, those things made it impossible for us to
be any more than friends.  And that was so sad.  Because now that I was
getting to know him a little better I found that I was quickly growing fond
of him. It didn't hurt that he was the first man in a long time to be nice
to me.  On second thought, it did hurt.  I desperately wished that I could
turn back the clock and make it so that those things hadn't happened.  I
really wished that I had a chance at a relationship with this nice guy. 
There seem to be so few nice guys in the world. We sat there for a long
time.  He held me and we talked a little.  I noticed that he kept checking
his watch and that made me feel sad.  But I understood.  I said, "You don't
have to stay, Mark.  I appreciate what you have done for me.  You've really
helped.  But I know I'm not much fun to be around and after what they've
done to me I know you probably feel uncomfortable.  Thanks a lot for all of
the nice things you did for me.  But I'm alright now.  You can go home." He
sighed and asked, "You aren't really a blonde in disguise are you?" I
looked up at him, trying to figure out what he meant.  He smiled and said,
"I was just looking to see if it was time for another pill.  I'm not going
anywhere.  I kind of like sitting here with you like this.  I like having
you in my arms.  You are a good fit." I started to speak but he put his
fingertip to my lips and said, "And nothing that has happened to you in the
last three days concerns me." It was nice of him to say that.  But of
course I knew it couldn't be true. He took his arm from around my shoulders
and said, "I'll be right back.  I left the pills in your bedroom.  Would
you like something besides water to drink?" I shook my head and watched him
walk out of the room.  He was back with a pill and a glass of water in just
moments.  I took the pill and he sat back down and put his arm around me
again. I turned my head and kissed his cheek.  He turned to face me and
tried to kiss me.  I turned my head away and shook my head.  I wanted to
kiss him.  But I couldn't, not after last night.  I buried my face in his
shoulder and tried to explain, "No, Mark.  You don't want to kiss me.  I'm
...  I've ...  I'm sorry, I can't even explain.  It was so awful.  If you
knew you wouldn't be here with me." He squeezed me tighter in his arms and
turned my face up to his.  He held my chin in place and kissed me lightly
on the lips.  Then he said, "I have some idea.  Karl was bragging about it.
Apparently he watched it on the internet.  He offered to make me a copy of
the DVD when it arrives.  Kari, do you think that I blame you for what
happened to you?!" I sighed and responded, "No, Mark.  God you are so
sweet! No, I don't think you blame me.  But you know about it and you will
always have that knowledge in your head.  How could you look at me now and
not think about that?" He smiled and said, "My only response to what they
did to you last night is guilt.  I am embarrassed by my gender.  I feel
like I should apologize to you.  I feel guilty about something else, too."
I looked at him, wondering what he could possibly feel guilty about.  He
had been nothing but a perfect gentleman. He blushed and said, "When Ian
told us some of the things you did, some of it kind of turned me on.  I'm
sorry.  I know that you are suffering.  I know that you were taken horrible
advantage of and you have been terribly abused.  But when he told us about
your little shows in the subway, it kind of excited me.  I thought it was
hot that you were giving his kid a sex education, too.  I'm sorry.  I would
have thought I was a better man than that.  But that was my honest
reaction." I laughed and was relieved that it didn't hurt when I did.  He
looked at me, thinking I was laughing at him I suppose.  I blushed and
rested my head on his chest.  Then I admitted, "It turned me on, too.  I
didn't seem to have a choice.  But god!  I had to rush home after I flashed
those guys in the subway so that I could masturbate.  I didn't even wait to
get undressed.  I was too turned on." Then I groaned in embarrassment and
said, "God!  I can't believe I told you that!" He kissed the top of my head
and after holding me for a few more minutes he said, "Why don't you come
and stay with me for a while.  I won't molest you.  Or at least I won't
unless you want me to.  But I can protect you from Karl and Ian.  I am
going to have a talk with both of them and I think I am going to kick
Karl's ass just for the hell of it.  But still, I'll feel better if I am
there to keep them away from you." I felt a comfortable warmth close around
me at his generous offer.  But it wouldn't be fair to him.  I replied, "I
appreciate the offer, Mark.  I know you mean it.  But I'm not your cross to
bear.  The smart thing for you to do is go ahead with your life and smile
and say hello when you see me around.  Thanks to your kindness, and your
wonderful pills, I'm beginning to think that I'll recover from what those
people have done to me.  But there are still those mental images, things
that Karl told you that you could never forget.  And I still don't know why
I behave the way that I do now.  You certainly can't trust me if I can't
trust myself." He chuckled and said, "Let's see if I can address your
comments in order.  First of all, I'm an atheist, I don't bear crosses. 
Second, you are quite welcome.  I'm not in the habit of drugging women, but
what the hell.  Whatever works for us." "I think we already addressed the
problem of your recent sexual history and how I feel about it.  Some of it
turned me on.  I can't help it.  You know how men are.  The rest of it,
well, I am sorry that it happened to you.  I guess there is a flaw in my
character because I still can't seem to think of you as damaged goods. 
I'll try harder if you really want me to.  But it's going to be a problem
because I just don't think like that." "I think we both have come to the
conclusion that Ian is responsible for the recent change in your behavior.
If I can refer you back to the recent statement that 'you know how men are,
' I am not all that upset that you would have to obey me if I told you to
do something.  I suspect that we will be able to get the truth out of Ian,
one way or another.  But I'm not sure how much of your behavior I'd want to
change.  I hope that doesn't piss you off." "Lastly, if you have somehow
been conditioned to a point that you have no free will when a man tells you
to do something, why is it that I am having such a hard time convincing you
that I like you as more than just a next door neighbor?  What do I have to
do, order you to love me?" Love?!  Did he just say love?  It occurred to me
that what he felt was affection, sympathy, a desire to protect me.  He
couldn't possibly love me.  But was this a place to start?  Could this
become love?  The potential for a relationship like that with this man was
exciting.  Because I already thought that he was the nicest man I had ever
met. I had to force myself to be realistic, though.  Except for the sweet
way he was treating me this evening, I didn't know him any better than I
did Karl.  And I thought Karl was a decent guy up until last night. But
Mark seemed so genuine, so sincere, and so honest.  Of course I knew next
to nothing about him.  I didn't know how old he was, where he was from,
what he did for a living, if he liked animals, if he drank too much.  I
knew too little about him to justify the feelings that I was starting to
have for him. He answered one question, though.  He said, "Listen, I'm not
a big fan of television.  Do you have any board games?  I assume that you
are going to want to stay up for a while since you just slept all day."
That was something we had in common.  I watched very little television. I
appreciated his offer.  But the truth is, between his drugs, which had
indeed made me a little loopy, and the warm fuzzy feeling that I was
getting from nestling here in his arms, I thought I might be able to get a
little more sleep tonight.  And I didn't think that it would be fair of me
to keep him up all night.  I thought that I had a better idea. I squeezed
his hand and said, "I'd like to make you a counter offer.  Would you like
to sleep with me tonight?  Tomorrow is Sunday.  We can sleep late and spend
a leisurely day together.  I can't offer you anything but sleep.  Not until
I have recuperated a little.  But I think I'd like to lie in your arms
tonight and we can discuss living arrangements in more depth tomorrow."
Mark smiled and said, "I think I'd like that, a lot.  Let me get a few
things from my apartment and I'll be right back." He took his arm from
around me and I missed it immediately.  He stood up and started for the
door but stopped suddenly.  He turned around and I saw that he was
embarrassed about something.  He smiled self consciously and said, "I ...
um, I don't own any pajamas.  I normally sleep in the nude.  I'll have to
sleep in my underwear.  Is that okay?" I laughed and responded, "No.  If
you are afraid that I'll run screaming from the room when I discover that
you have a penis, I'm afraid I'm past that.  I suspected all along that you
had one.  Honestly, Mark.  I don't have a problem with you sleeping in the
nude.  It will make things easier when I'm feeling better and in the mood
to sexually harass you.  And I really don't want to be alone tonight.  I
know that I don't know you very well.  But I know that you are nice and I
am sure I can trust you.  And I know that I like you.  Hurry back." After
Mark left I got to my feet and walked around a little.  I don't know if it
was the pills he gave me, the passage of time or my body's natural powers
of recuperation, but much to my surprise I was feeling a lot better.  Not
well, but better.  I went down the hall and brushed my teeth.  I returned
to the kitchen and got another glass of water.  Then I went to my bedroom
and made sure it was neat and there was nothing embarrassing lying around.
The anguish came when, from force of habit I went to my dresser and just as
if my ordeal was over now I tried to select a pair of panties to wear to
bed.  I could not bring myself to pick out a pair of underwear.  And I knew
that I would not be able to wear them if I did. I sat on the side of my bed
and cried when it was brought home to me that there was still something
wrong with my brain.  I was still wired to obey sexually demeaning orders
from men. Mark showed up a few minutes later and came back to my bedroom.
He saw that I had been crying and asked what was wrong.  I got up and took
the change of clothes that he had brought with him and hung them in my
closet.  I finally turned and explained what had just happened. He smiled
and took me in his arms.  He held me tight and in a lighthearted voice he
said, "From what I've seen you don't need underwear.  And you looked pretty
damned hot without it.  But don't worry.  We'll figure this out." I kissed
him and then I began undressing him.  I could see that it made him
uncomfortable and for some reason that made it easier for me.  If he had
been leering and acting immature about it I would have had second thoughts.
But it was obvious to me that his major concern was for me and he was
afraid that it was too soon after what had happened to me for us to become
so intimate, even if we were not going to have sex tonight. I drew a lot of
confidence from his attitude.  I quickly stripped him down to his jockey
shorts.  His cock was not hard.  But it twitched and reacted to the fact
that a nearly naked woman was undressing him.  I suppose that I would have
been upset if he didn't react to me.  I wasn't bothered at all that he did.
I was amused that he was having such a hard time controlling his reaction.
And I was flattered.  This involuntary reaction pleased me.  It was proof
that he found me attractive and I needed that. He tried to stop me before I
removed his jockey shorts.  He insisted that he could sleep just fine in
them.  But I ignored his protests and slid them down and off. I remember
the first few times that I had seen a male sex organ.  I wasn't impressed.
It took me a while to get used to them.  You might think that after what I
endured last night I would have developed an aversion.  I guess my rapidly
developing feelings for Mark had a lot to do with it, but I actually found
his naked body very appealing, very sexy.  His cock wasn't huge.  It wasn't
hard so I didn't know what it was capable of becoming.  But it had a nice
clean look about it that attracted me.  He didn't have a lot of hair.  He
was circumcised.  His penis wasn't covered with prominent veins or twisted
or bent.  It was just a nice clean cock. eI wondered for a moment if he
would be upset if I pushed him back on my bed and started sucking it.  Then
I almost laughed out loud.  I had never before wondered if a guy would be
upset if I offered to suck his cock! I did lean forward and kiss it.  I
heard his sudden intake of breath and I thought about it again.  My lower
body was still tender.  And my throat was a bit sore when I swallowed.  But
I knew that I could suck his cock without a lot of discomfort.  And I
realized that I wanted to.  I actually wanted to suck his cock! I thought
that spoke well for our potential relationship.  But I had enough things in
my recent past that I wanted him to forget about.  I thought it best that I
avoid giving the impression that I was a sex maniac.  At least I wanted to
avoid it at this early stage in our relationship. I pulled the covers back
on my bed and I got in on my side and got comfortable.  I used to wear a
sleep shirt and panties to bed.  But since Ian had forbidden the use of
underwear I now slept in just the sleep shirt.  But not tonight.  Tonight I
went to bed naked.  I was a little self conscious.  But he had already seen
me naked.  Hell, a little over an hour ago I had spread my legs so that he
could look inside of me! We cuddled up together.  He put his arms around me
and pulled me close.  He kissed my shoulders and my neck and said in a soft
voice, "I'm so sorry, Kari.  I wish I could make all of this go away.  You
don't deserve this.  I promise you, though; I am going to make it go away.
And I am going to make it up to you." I squeezed his arms and said, "You
are doing just fine, Mark.  But you are already doing the one thing that I
need right now.  You are sweet and you are so nice, so sincerely
compassionate.  That is a rare quality and I feel lucky to know you.  Thank
you." I checked to make sure that my alarm was turned off.  I turned out my
light and turned on my white noise machine and settled down to go to sleep
in his arms. I felt him stiffen when he heard the sound of surf.  He
exclaimed quietly, "What the hell is that?!" I chuckled and explained, "I
used to have trouble sleeping.  Craig loaned me his mother's white noise
machine.  It works like a miracle.  It's better than a sleeping pill!" Mark
didn't say anything for a few minutes.  Finally he asked, "You got this
from Craig, Ian's boy?" There was something in his voice that caught my
attention.  But I replied quietly, "Yes.  I told him once that I had
trouble sleeping and he said that his mother had used it and it worked well
for her." Mark asked, "How long have you been using it?" I told him that I
had been using it for several months now. He got up and came around the
bed. He turned on my light, picked up the white noise machine and examined
it.  Then he asked me if I had any tools. I told him where to find the
small canvas bag under the kitchen sink where I kept a hammer, a wrench and
a couple of screwdrivers.  He came back and sat on the side of my bed. 
While he was out of the room it suddenly struck me that he had probably
figured out in an instant the answer to the question that I had been
groping with for days. I watched him unscrew the bottom of the little
appliance and carefully remove the plastic cover.  I knew nothing about
electronics or small appliances.  But even to me it was obvious that
someone had altered the device.  There was a small gadget spliced into the
wiring. Mark examined it closely and said, "I think we have discovered what
brought about the changes in your personality.  This is the guts of a
small, digital recorder.  I am willing to bet you a kiss that this thing
has been sending subliminal messages to your brain all night long for three
months now." I said, "You win." He furrowed his eye brows and I explained,
"The kiss.  You win." He leaned down and kissed me.  Then he said, "You
probably were not the reason he went to all of this trouble.  Not that you
aren't worth the effort.  I suspect that he probably put this together for
his wife.  They split up.  She probably didn't turn out to be the sex fiend
he was attempting to program her for.  Or maybe she did and he couldn't
handle it." I sighed, more than a little embarrassed and replied, "Maybe
she didn't, but I did." He laughed and said, "Yeah.  But you are such a
cute little sex fiend." Then he asked, "Well, now that we've solved that
mystery, do you want me to put this back together and plug it in for you?"
I laughed and replied, "I'll leave that up to you.  How easy do you want
me?" He put the machine down and took me into his arms.  He kissed me, but
this time it was a lingering kiss, a real kiss.  I held him close and we
kissed for a very long time.  When we finally pulled back from the kiss I
was crying like a baby and I'm not even sure why.  I was mad at Ian for
causing all these strange changes in me and the problems that they caused
in my once simple life.  I was furious with Karl for the horrible thing he
had done to me.  I was happy because I was falling in love with Mark.  And
I was scared, because I didn't know how he could love someone who had been
through what I just went through.  I was also afraid because I didn't know
how to change back into the person that I used to be, the real me. Mark
held me for a while.  He seemed to know what I was thinking.  He finally
answered my question.  "A little easy would be nice." I laughed again.  He
did seem to have a talent for saying the right thing.  And we seemed to
have our weird sense of humor in common. I smiled and said, "We can discuss
whether or not to plug that back in tomorrow.  Come to bed." I waited for
him to come back around and get in bed and then I did what I wanted to do
since I undressed him.  I slid down and began to kiss his beautiful cock. I
saw his body stiffen and he exhaled sharply.  But then he reached down and
gently lifted my head away from his cock.  He drew a deep breath and said,
"When you are feeling better I would love to finish this.  But I can wait.
You have been victimized by a lot of men in the last few days.  I don't
want to be one of those men.  I think you are special and I want this to
have a chance to last.  I like you, a lot.  I want to see where this is
going." As soon as he said that my heart rate nearly doubled.  I smiled and
said, "You could not have phrased that more perfectly.  Now take your
damned hands away from my head.  I have been thinking about this since I
undressed you.  I want to do this.  If I didn't I wouldn't be down here. 
Those men that have been taking advantage of me all had one thing in
common. They told me what to do.  Or they just did what they wanted to do
to me.  You haven't done that.  You are more concerned about me than you
are with having an orgasm.  That turns me the fuck on!  Now lie back and
enjoy yourself.  If you ever do something that I think you should feel
guilty for, don't worry, I'll let you know.  It's what women do." He
chuckled.  But he finally gave in and fell back onto the bed.  I placed my
lips against his nearly fully erect shaft.  I teased him with my lips and
the tip of my tongue for a few minutes.  I finally got to see his cock
fully erect.  It was worth the slight effort it had taken.  It was nowhere
near the largest cock that I had seen lately.  But it was a cock to be
proud of.  It was about seven inches long, maybe a little longer.  It was
fat enough at the base that my thumb and the tip of my middle finger didn't
quite touch when I wrapped my fingers around it.  It was smooth and clean
looking.  It looked like something Michelangelo might have created. I
bathed it with my tongue for a few minutes and then I wrapped my lips
around the tip and slowly pressed them down the shaft.  I never intended to
take his cock into my throat.  Quite the opposite, after last night I never
intended to take another cock into my throat.  But it slid into my throat
so easily.  There was no pain and no effort at all.  It was almost an
accident! Mark's reaction warmed my heart.  He was definitely not taking me
for granted.  He swore loudly and his head came up off the pillow.  He
stared down at me in astonishment and when he saw that I wasn't in distress
he shook his head and said, "Oh my god!" I began to work my mouth and
throat up and down his shaft.  While I did that I moved one hand over is
hard, firm belly.  My other hand gently teased his balls.  I could look up
and see the ecstasy on my new lover's face and it turned me on more than I
could ever have imagined. After several exciting minutes he groaned and
said, "Kari, I'm going to cum," my only response was to speed up. He moaned
and said, "Kari ...  Kari it has been a long time.  Maybe you should..." My
response was to moan in pleasure around his hard cock and pull back so that
his cum went into my mouth and not down my throat.  He tensed up and began
to shiver and I felt my mouth filling up with cum.  He must not have been
exaggerating.  It must have been a very long time.  I had to struggle to
keep up as he filled my mouth as fast as I could swallow. His orgasm
finally tapered off and I remained there, resting comfortably between his
legs with his cock in my mouth.  I rested my cheek on his belly and we
stayed like that for a very long time.  I think I could have fallen asleep
like that! But after several minutes he said, "You know, I have learned
that there are times when an orgasm has analgesic effects.  If you have a
cold it can calm a nagging cough for a few minutes.  It can divert your
attention if you have a tooth ache or if your back hurts.  It can take your
mind off of just about anything that ails you, at least for a little
while." With that he reached down and gently guided me back up beside him.
It wasn't until he began to move down, kissing his way down my body, that I
realized that he meant that an orgasm might make me feel better.  I thought
he was referring to the one that I had just given him. I thought about
everything that my body had been through last night, all of the strange men
who had raped me violently.  I didn't want him to put his mouth on that
part of my body.  Not yet.  Maybe someday, but it was too soon.  I thought
too highly of him to permit that. But he ignored my protests and continued
to kiss his way down my body.  I had to admit that as the hormones began
rushing through my brain I was discovering that he was on to something.  I
hardly noticed the pain any longer. I made one last attempt to talk him out
of it before he pulled my legs apart and stretched out between them.  Then
I lay back and held my breath, fearing what would happen when his lips
reached my pussy.  He had examined it closely out in the kitchen when I was
worried about damage from the abuse I suffered last night.  But this was
different.  He was about to look at me a hell of a lot closer.  He was
about to taste me.  What if there was some nasty vestige of the abuse I had
suffered last night?  I couldn't stand that. But if there was something
there that didn't belong he didn't notice it.  I started to relax after he
had explored my pussy with his lips and tongue for a minute or two and
seemed to be enjoying what he was doing.  I have to admit that my fears
were fading fast.  He was very good at what he was doing and I was really
enjoying it. I was certain that I would not be able to achieve an orgasm
tonight, and probably not anytime in the near future.  That was just one
more thing I was wrong about.  His loving attention and gentle touch began
to drive me closer and closer to an orgasm very quickly. I reached down and
grasped one of his hands.  I squeezed it tight and bit my tongue to keep
from telling him that I loved him.  But I thought it. I was almost afraid
to have an orgasm.  So much of my lower body had been in such terrible
pain. But I guess he knew what he was talking about.  I felt my body
tensing up and there was almost no pain at all when I dove over the edge
into a wonderful orgasm.  I cried out and totally lost control until my
orgasm released me from its grip and I was finally able to unclench and go
limp under my sweet lover. He continued to lightly kiss me on my thighs and
all around my vulva and we held hands lovingly.  I started crying quietly.
But this time I knew why.  It was a good cry.  I was crying because
suddenly I realized that my life had been turned around by this wonderful
man in only a couple of hours.  I couldn't say it yet.  But I did love him.
He saw the tears and sat up.  He moved up beside me, took me in his arms
and said, "I'm sorry.  I wanted to make you feel better.  I didn't mean to
hurt you.  Why didn't you say something?!  I'm sorry, Kari." He kissed my
face while I pulled him close and admitted, "You didn't hurt me, silly.  I
feel better than I have ever felt in my life.  You were right, orgasms make
good cough drops.  I'm sorry, Mark.  I'm not usually a weak, crying female.
Or at least I never was before.  I guess it's hormones or something.  No.
That's a lie.  I'm crying because you make me happy.  I'm crying because
you are my hero.  Now don't make me say anymore or I'll say something I
shouldn't and scare you away.  I don't want to do that." He smiled at me
and I felt my heart skip a beat because something in his eyes said that he
knew what I meant, and he felt the same way.  It could have been my
imagination.  It could have been wishful thinking.  But I don't think so.
We kissed again, leaving something unsaid that now I'm sure we both were
feeling.  I turned onto my side and he nestled in behind me and pulled me
close against his body.  His hand cupped my breast tenderly and that was
how we fell asleep.  That was also how we awoke the next morning.





   Chapter 5 Posted: May 25, 2009 - 10:52:16 pm I awoke early the next
morning.  I had slept nearly all day Saturday and all of last night. 
Between all of that sleep and that wonderful orgasm he gave me I felt
almost fully recovered in the morning. I lay there in the darkened room
just before dawn and thought about Mark.  For the moment the sexual
harassment at work, the way I behaved on the subway, even the time I had
spent with Ian and Craig were no more than slightly disturbing but
strangely exciting events in my past.  Karl and the people he had sold me
to were another matter.  I had to force myself not to think about that
slice of hell from my recent past.  I couldn't deal with that.  Not yet. 
Not now. I preferred to lie here with Mark's arms around me, his hand
cupping my breast, and his cock nestled in the crack of my butt and listen
to his deep, even breathing.  I was in no hurry to start the day.  Cuddling
up to him here like this was just so pleasant.  When we got up there would
be problems to solve, decisions to make.  This was nicer. It was probably
another hour before I began to detect a change and I realized that Mark was
waking up.  I waited to see what he would do before I spoke.  What he did
was very nice.  He gently kissed my neck and my shoulder and then lay
quietly, apparently under the impression that I was still asleep. I put my
hand over the hand that was cupping my breast and said, "Unless you have
something else in mind, Sunday is the one day of the week I make a big
breakfast.  How do you like your eggs?" He pulled me tighter against his
body and asked, "Are you sure you feel like cooking?  I can cook and I'd be
more than happy to prove it." I replied, "You are a guest in my home and
you have been taking care of me since you got here.  I feel just fine.  And
it would make me happy to make you a nice breakfast." He laughed quietly
and said, "Ooh!  Snippy!  I could just order you to let me cook your
breakfast you know." I answered, "Yes, you could.  But maybe you should
save your wishes for things like, 'take off your clothes' or 'let's fuck, '
you know, important things." He kissed my shoulder and said, "I like my
eggs sunny side up.  I'll give you a head start in the bathroom.  But don't
dawdle because I don't think you'd like me as much if I started to wet the
bed." I sat up reluctantly and said, "Let's do it this way.  I'll go start
coffee while you use the bathroom.  Then I'll come back and use the
bathroom.  We can take a shower and get dressed after breakfast." He said,
"Sounds like a plan.  I'll hurry." I went to the kitchen and started coffee
in the nude.  I don't usually spend much time in the nude when I am home
alone.  But for some reason I didn't feel any special urgency to get
dressed.  I was so preoccupied that I didn't relize at first that except
for some miner tenderness in my butt I wasn't in pain!  I felt great! Once
the coffee maker was doing its thing I started back to the bathroom.  Mark
was coming in my direction wearing his shorts and t-shirt.  He stopped me
and took me in his arms.  We kissed and then he said, "You certainly are
beautiful in the morning.  I'll be right back.  I'm going down the hall to
get my Sunday paper before the neighbors steal it." I used the toilet and
then I brushed my teeth.  I put on a pair of loose shorts and then thought
long and hard about what kind of top to wear.  I didn't want to look too
sloppy.  I wanted to be attractive, sexy but not obvious.  But it needed to
be casual and understated. Unfortunately, whatever it was that met those
criteria I didn't own it.  I ended up putting on a loose fitting, midriff
baring crop top.  The only place I had ever worn it was as a cover up when
I went to the small pool behind the two buildings of our tiny apartment
complex.  This was the first time I ever wore it without my bikini bra
under it.  I looked at myself in the mirror and I was pretty sure that Mark
would like it. Mark did like it.  I could tell by his smile when he looked
up from the Sunday paper and saw me.  And considering what I have been
through lately I was pleasantly surprised by the warm feeling I got when I
saw his face and knew that he thought I was pretty and sexy. I made
breakfast and then we spent most of the morning doing the crossword puzzle
in the paper.  Then we had a light lunch and began to get to know each
other better. I learned that Mark owned his own small business.  He was
still struggling, mostly because it was hard to find the right people to
work for him so that he could expand the business smoothly without
compromising customer service.  He had designed a few innovative metal
fabrication techniques and patented the machines and the processes and his
business was becoming very well known.  He was getting inquiries from
around the country now.  He was nervous about that.  He wasn't sure that he
was ready.  But he didn't feel like he had a choice.  He summed it up by
saying that by the end of the year he would either be filthy rich or
unemployed. He may have been nervous about his future.  But he impressed
me. I admired so much about him.  He is incredibly intelligent.  He is
ambitious and not afraid to take reasonable chances.  He is also level
headed and seems to be keeping everything in perspective.  His sudden
success wasn't going to his head. I learned where he was born and raised
and where he had gone to school.  I learned about his political views.  I
already knew that our views on religion were similar.  We discussed goals,
personal goals as well as business goals and we talked about what we were
looking for out of life. It turned out that despite his well ordered
business life, his personal life was more haphazard.  He wasn't sure what
he wanted or expected in that area.  It was important to him that his wife,
should he ever find her, be intelligent and patient with a good sense of
humor.  But he didn't have some idealized version of "the perfect woman"
that he pictured in his mind.  He wasn't looking for a cookie cutter wife,
two kids, and a picket fence.  In other words, he didn't know who he was
looking for, but he was pretty sure that he would know her when he found
her. I was even less specific.  I had only one goal.  I wanted to find a
good man, fall in love and live happily ever after.  I didn't tell him that
I was beginning to think I might have found the man.  Not just because we
still had a lot to learn about each other.  I didn't tell him because I
didn't want him to run from my apartment in terror. Although the subject
had been serious we had been doing a lot of laughing and joking and the
mood was light.  But that all changed when someone knocked on my door.  We
had been putting off a couple of confrontations that needed to take place
today.  The odds were high that one of them was about to take place now. I
started to get up to answer the door but Mark waved me back into my seat.
He got up and went to the door.  I guess that neither one of us was
surprised when he opened the door and saw Karl standing there. Karl seemed
a little disappointed that I wasn't alone.  But he smiled and asked Mark,
"Do you mind if I come in?  The bitch has three holes, no waiting." The
smile never left Mark's face.  But he moved so fast that Karl never saw it
coming.  I didn't either.  I was shocked when Mark punched Karl in the face
with all of his might. Karl fell back and would have fallen on his ass if
Mark hadn't caught him by the lapels and pulled him into my apartment.  He
brought his knee up and caught Karl right in the groin. Karl screamed like
a girl and collapsed onto the floor, holding his crotch in both hands and
gasping for breath through his mouth because his nose was obviously broken.
Mark stood over him, waiting.  The smile was gone from his face.  It would
be hard to describe the look that had replaced it.  But if he was looking
at me like that I would be terrified. He waited until Karl tried to speak.
It took a couple of minutes.  Finally he stuttered, "Wha-wha-what the
fuck?! W-w-why the hell...  ?" Mark bent down and grabbed Karl's lapels
again.  He drew his fist back and I thought sure he was going to hit him
again.  So did Karl. Karl screamed and covered his face.  He yelled, "Don't
hit me again!  You broke my fucking nose!" I suddenly realized that I was
standing up.  I don't remember getting to my feet.  I was poised to break
them up.  I didn't care about Karl.  But I didn't want Mark getting in
trouble. Mark snarled, "You filthy low-life bastard.  How much money did
you get from that fucking pimp?" The look on Karl's face changed
immediately.  It went from a mixture of terror and confusion to a mix of
guilt and furtiveness.  The weasel in him was coming to the fore. Mark saw
the change and said, "You fucking pervert, I'm still trying to decide
between killing you and just putting you in the hospital.  I have never
hated anyone in my life as much as I hate you right now.  And I think you
know in the back of your pea sized brain that I could put you down right
now and no fucking jury in the country would convict me once they heard
what you did to that girl.  Now answer my fucking question.  It was not
rhetorical." I saw the gears turning in his head.  He was trying to figure
a way out of the situation in which he suddenly found himself.  But I think
that he was afraid of making himself look worse by discussing the money.
Mark started to draw his arm back again and Karl stopped trying to think.
It must have been an ordeal for him.  I don't think he did it often.  He
cried out, "TEN!  He gave me ten thousand!  But I gotta take her back
because she is supposed to dance in the club and turn tricks in the back
from now on." His voice trailed off as he heard how awful what he was
saying sounded. In a deadly calm but terrifying voice Mark said, "You are
going to give her the money.  She suffered for it.  I don't care if she
throws it away.  You are going to give her ever penny of it.  And if you
ever speak to her again they will find what remains of your body floating
out to sea the next day.  You have my solemn word on that.  Look in my
eyes, Karl.  I have never been more serious in my life.  That was not an
empty threat." Karl whimpered in fear and said, "But if I don't take her
back to that club he is going to want his money back.  Jesus, Mark!  That
guy is bad news.  He'll kill me!" Mark snapped, "You should have thought of
that before you sold her to some fucking pimp.  Whatever happens to you,
you've got coming.  Where's the money?" The weasel look started coming back
over Karl's face again.  Mark must have been losing patience.  He slammed
his fist back down into Karl's face. Karl screamed and covered his face
again.  Then he whimpered, "It's in my apartment!  Christ!  Stop hitting
me!" Mark pulled Karl to his feet and pushed him out into the hall with his
arm twisted up behind his back.  For the first time we noticed several of
our neighbors standing outside my door, staring at the two men in shock. 
Mark ignored them and pushed Karl down the hallway ahead of him. He was
back in a couple of minutes with an envelope full of money.  I closed the
door behind him and ignoring the envelope I took a look at his hand.  There
was a lot of blood on it and I tried to pull him into the kitchen so that I
could clean it up and assess the damage. Mark shook his head and said, "I'm
okay.  I think all of that is Karl's.  But we need to have one more
confrontation.  We might as well do it now and get it over with while the
adrenalin is pumping." I asked, "Should I bring the machine?" Mark shook
his head and we went across the hall to Ian's door. I knocked.  I think
that Ian must have been standing behind the door listening.  He paused for
a moment, but I could see movement through the peephole and I knew he was
on the other side of the door. He finally opened the door and looked at us
with a nervous smile on his face.  He asked, "What was all that commotion?"
as if he didn't know. Mark answered, "You know damn well what all that
commotion was." He pushed past Ian and I followed him in. Ian was still
trying to act innocent.  Mark put an end to that when he said, "We found
your recorder.  I imagine that it has your voice and your fingerprints on
it.  So cut the innocent act and sit down.  We want some straight answers
or you are going to get some of what Karl just got." Mark looked up and
said, "You might as well come in here, Craig.  You are a part of this too."
Craig came into the room.  He was blushing furiously and it was obvious
that he would rather be somewhere taking a beating than in this room with
us.  I didn't say anything.  But I thought that at least he was nice enough
to be embarrassed about what he had done. He came in and sat down near Ian.
He stared at the floor and in a quiet voice he said, "I'm sorry, Kari. 
When I offered you the white noise machine I didn't know that thing was in
it.  That doesn't excuse what I did later.  But I didn't plan it.  It just
kind of happened.  And dad didn't even know I gave it to you until last
week." To be honest, I know enough about men, and boys, to know that once
they start thinking with their dicks they can't be trusted.  I honestly
didn't blame Craig for taking advantage of the situation when his father
made him that offer that he couldn't refuse.  It would be nice if our
species had evolved beyond that sort of behavior.  But I doubt very much if
most fifteen year old boys would not have done the exact same thing that
Craig did. Ian was a different matter.  If he had just had sex with me and
kept his mouth shut that would have been one thing.  But he had sex with
me, gave me to his teenage son, and offered me to Karl and Mark. The funny
thing is that the only one that turned down his offer was the man I was
falling in love with! Mark didn't say anything to let Craig or Ian off the
hook.  He probably believed that they had every right to be ashamed and
feel bad.  But we had an ongoing problem here.  My mind was still under the
influence of those subliminal suggestions.  And although we hadn't tested
it out, it seemed that knowing it didn't make a difference to the way I
reacted.  I could still feel the tug of those compulsions to do things like
flash men on the subway.  I still felt the need to let men control me. No
one had given me any orders since we found the device and figured out what
was going on.  But I found myself having the same reactions to the same
stimuli that affected me before I found out why was acting this way. Mark
turned to Ian and said, "We need to find out what was on that recorder. 
What kind of shit have you planted in her mind?  And how do we counteract
it?" Ian blushed and said, "I have the script that I read from when I
programmed it.  I'll give it to you.  But I don't know how to undo it.  My
wife was a frigid bitch.  I wanted to get even with her for making my life
hell.  That was why I rigged that thing the way I did.  But she left us
before it had an effect on her.  I never bothered to find out how to undo
subliminal suggestions.  Hell!  I didn't know if it would even work!" Mark
glowered at him and said, "Get the script." Ian got up and left the room.
He was back a few minutes later and he was blushing even more than Craig.
He was scanning the script as he entered the room.  He handed it to Mark
and said, "I'm sorry.  You might understand if you knew my wife." Mark shot
him a look that made it obvious how disgusted he was with Ian.  Then he
looked at the script for a moment.  I watched his eyes scan the paper and
then he looked back up at Ian.  He said, "You retrieved the machine a
couple of days ago.  What did you add that isn't on here?" It looked like
he was going to deny that he had altered the script at first.  But he saw
in Mark's face that he was already skating on thin ice.  He turned and left
the room.  When he returned he was holding another piece of paper.  It was
obvious that he really didn't want to give it to Mark. He was even redder
now than the first time he came out of the back.  I was curious to see what
it was that could be that much worse than the original suggestions. Mark
reached out and grabbed the paper out of his hand.  He glanced at it and
his face started to look the way it had when he was beating on Karl. Ian
backed up suddenly.  But he just looked down at the floor and said, "I'm
sorry." Mark seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment.  Finally he
asked incredulously, "Why would you do this to her?!" Ian just continued to
blush furiously.  He shrugged and whispered, "I'm sorry." Mark got to his
feet and Ian backed up a little farther.  Mark looked at him in disgust and
said, "Relax, Ian.  You aren't worth the effort." Ian slumped down into a
nearby chair.  Mark helped me up.  As we turned to leave Craig said again,
"I'm sorry, Kari.  I wish ...  I don't ...  I'm sorry." I looked down at
him.  He looked like he was going to cry.  I really didn't blame him for
what he had done.  But I was disappointed in him.  He had been my only
friend here for months.  I went over and put my hands on his cheeks.  I
squatted down and said, "That was a terrible thing to do to a friend,
Craig. I guess I can understand how you got swept up and just went with the
flow.  But I thought that you were better than that." The tears were
pouring down his cheeks.  He sobbed, "I thought so, too.  I can't explain
what came over me.  I'm so sorry." I guess I knew what came over him.  He
was a teenage boy with a hard on.  Hormones came over him.  His father
asked him if he wanted to get laid and that was where conscious thought
ended.  I understood.  But even so, I wasn't sure that I could forgive him.
Not for a while.  It was different with Craig because I thought he was my
friend. Mark and I returned to my apartment.  We went to the kitchen and
sat at the table.  I could see that Mark was uncomfortable.  He was
gripping those two pages of smut in his hand and even though he knew that I
would need to see them, he was reluctant to give them to me.  That in
itself was scary. I stared at the papers.  They were sitting face down on
the table.  Neither of us spoke.  I was just about to reach for them when I
noticed Mark's hand.  It was covered with drying blood and I was still
concerned with how much damage he had done to his hand when he slammed it
into Karl's hard head. I got to my feet and said, "Come on.  Let's clean
that hand up.  I want to take a look at it." I think he was going to tell
me that he could take care of it.  But he didn't want me to see the nasty
suggestions on those papers.  He wanted to protect me from something from
which he couldn't possibly protect me.  Those suggestions were already
implanted.  I needed to know what they were.  Then we had to find out how
to get them out of my head. But then, who knows.  We might want to keep
some of them. I led Mark to my bathroom and carefully washed his hand.  His
knuckles were red and they were tender.  But I was relieved to see that the
skin wasn't broken.  And the knuckles weren't swollen so I didn't think he
had broken anything. I smiled up at him as I dried his hand on a towel and
said, "My hero!  Now, shall we go back out there and decide which of those
subliminal suggestions we want to keep?" lMark lifted my chin with his
fingertips and looked into my eyes.  He said, "That's twice you've said
that, Kari.  I'm not a hero.  I'm just a normal guy.  Sometimes I'm not
even a nice guy." I looked him right in the eyes and exclaimed, "Bullshit!
You had the same opportunity that all of those other men have had to take
advantage of me.  You not only didn't, but when you found out what they did
to me you stepped up and started trying to put my life back together.  And
when Karl started gloating about what happened to me Friday night ...  oh
god, Mark!  Any other man in the world would have had nothing to do with me
after that horrible night.  I don't know why you are different ...  no, not
different, better.  I don't know why you are better, but you are.  You may
not wear tights and a cape, but you are my hero." He kissed me and held me
in his arms for several wonderful minutes.  Then he said, "My tights and my
cape are in the laundry." I started laughing, but not so hard that I
couldn't punch him. We went back out to the kitchen.  It was a little early
still.  But before I looked at those papers on the table I was going to
need a glass of wine.  I poured us both a glass.  I didn't even know if he
drank wine.  But if he didn't I knew it wouldn't go to waste. I joined him
at the table.  He was reading the script that Ian had used to program his
wife and then me.  It was a full page long.  How many different perversions
could he have programmed me for?! He shook his head and handed me the top
sheet, the one with the suggestions that had been programmed into my head
for the last few months.  Before I looked at it I said to Mark, "I was
always skeptical that this subliminal suggestion stuff actually worked.  I
guess I'm a believer now." He nodded and took a sip of wine.  I saw his
expression change when he tasted the wine.  I smiled and said, "Give it a
chance.  It grows on you.  And it's cheap." I took a sip from my glass and
then I looked at the single sheet of paper in my hand that had such a
profound effect on my life.  It was just a list of short statements.  There
weren't even that many of them.  But they were repeated over and over.  I
almost laughed out loud.  Was he too stupid to just read to the end and
then go back to the top of the page?! But then I noticed that they weren't
repeated exactly.  There were minor changes in subsequent statements.  I
didn't know if it made a difference.  The first line said, "You must do
whatever a man tells you to do at all times." Farther down the page, when
the list of statements began to repeat it was altered slightly to say, "You
must to whatever any man tells you to do at all times." The next time that
instruction was repeated it said, "You must do what anyone tells you to do
at all times." That same pattern of slight alterations was repeated
throughout.  For instance, the next statement said, "You feel comfortable
wearing revealing clothing in public." When the line is repeated further
down it is altered to say, "You feel compelled to wear revealing clothing
in public." Another example was, "You become very excited when men look up
your skirt in public." That was changed to say, "You feel compelled to
allow men to look up your skirt in public.  Doing so arouses you." There
were statements to induce a need to perform oral sex.  I was also
programmed to enjoy group sex.  But the one statement that was repeated
most often in one form or another was that being, embarrassed, being
humiliated, being degraded, these things excited me most of all.  Every
third or fourth statement pertained to that. I should have been outraged. I
guess I was a little.  But the embarrassing thing was that reading these
statements was turning me on.  And when I started getting embarrassed I
started becoming even more turned on! There was no question that the
programming had taken.  I read down the list and I had experienced nearly
all of the things that he had programmed into me. I looked up at Mark.  He
was watching me.  I blushed and slumped down in my seat.  I hated to admit
it to him.  I wanted him to like me more than I had ever wanted anything.
But he had to know.  I think he already did.  I felt like crying when I
held up the paper and admitted, "It worked.  I react just the way he
programmed me to react.  I feel what he wanted me to feel.  I think what he
wanted me to think.  These things are in me, they are a part of me." I
started crying finally and through my tears I said, "I'm sorry, Mark." He
lifted me out of my chair and put me down in his lap as if I was filled
with nothing but air.  He held me close and kissed my ear.  Then he
whispered, "Have you decided which ones you want to keep?  We should
compare our lists." I couldn't help it.  He knows just what to say.  I
laughed so hard I had trouble breathing!  I buried my face against his neck
and when I could speak I said, "I'll let you decide.  I must do whatever
any man tells me to do at all times you know." We kissed again.  I know
that we had joked about it.  But the truth is there had been a lot of
excitement in my life lately.  I didn't necessarily want it all to end. 
But I didn't want to jeopardize my budding relationship with Mark either.
On the other hand, from his half kidding remarks earlier, I think that he
didn't want me totally deprogrammed either. We were quiet for a moment
before I said, "Mark, it's good that we can joke about this.  And I don't
want to put you off.  But some of this, some of the things that I have
done, they do turn me on.  Does that bother you?" He smiled and reminded me
that he had said the same thing.  Then he admitted that he wasn't kidding.
We kissed and as we kissed I brought one of his hands up to my breast.  As
his hand closed around it I moaned into his mouth and said the thing I had
been trying so hard not to say since last night. "Oh, Mark!  I love you!" I
didn't mean to say it.  Suddenly I was terrified.  I sat up and saw that he
was about to speak.  I quickly put my fingertips over his lips and
hurriedly said, "I'm sorry!  Don't speak!  I didn't mean to say that. 
Please, Mark, don't..." He suddenly snapped, "Be quiet!" And of course I
had to.  I had to do what a man told me to do. Then he smiled and asked,
"What did you mean when you said you were sorry?  Does that mean that you
didn't mean what you said?" I slowly shook my head and said, "No, Mark.  I
meant it.  I didn't mean to say it out loud.  I don't want you to think..."
He smiled and finished my sentence, "That you love me?" I felt like an
idiot.  And I didn't have the slightest idea what to say to him.  But the
cruel bastard finally let me off the hook.  He pulled me close again and
said, "I know you love me.  I see it in your eyes.  It makes me feel warm
all over.  And just so that we are both clear on where we stand, I love
you, too.  I suppose us heroes always fall for our maidens in distress." I
attacked him then.  I kissed every inch of his face and neck and I guess he
didn't hate it because I felt something moving under my ass.  He finally
gripped the sides of my face, putting an end to what could only be called a
fit of hysterical kissing.  He held my head still and then we kissed in the
more traditional way.  The kiss went on and on and became very heated.  His
hand returned to my breast, this time with no urging from me. We reached a
point that I couldn't take it anymore.  This hugging and touching and
kissing was wonderful.  But I wanted more.  I sat up and said, "Let's go. I
think I left something you want in the bedroom." He chuckled and said, "No.
Not yet.  I can't believe I just said that!  But we still have some serious
talking to do.  And I think that it is too soon after what you went through
to be getting your bones jumped." I shook my head and said, "No!  It isn't
too soon.  I feel fine.  My bones feel fine.  I need to be bone jumped!" He
laughed and held me tight.  I moaned in frustration and said, "Soon, if you
behave yourself." I put my hands around his throat and squeezed lightly.  I
nearly screamed in frustration and said, "You fucking tease!" He smiled and
said, "That's the thing about heroes, we have strength of character." He
was kidding.  But he was telling the truth.  He did have strength of
character.  Every minute I knew him he impressed me more.  And even though
I knew it wasn't possible to be this much in love with someone I hardly
knew, with every passing minute I loved him more. He said, "We should check
out the internet and see what we can find on subliminal suggestions." I got
up and got my laptop and we started looking.  The results were very
inconclusive.  Some sites claimed that subliminal suggestion didn't even
work.  I knew those sites were wrong.  I was proof of its effectiveness.
Some sites claimed that it depended on a number of variables such as the
method the message was delivered, the duration the subject was exposed to
the message, and the subject's susceptibility to that sort of programming.
We came away knowing very little that we didn't already know.  And nothing
we read told us how to reverse the programming.  It was pretty frustrating.
Mark sat back after a while and pursed his lips thoughtfully.  He looked at
his watch and said, "I have an idea." He pulled out his cell phone and
dialed a number.  While it was ringing he said to me, "I'm calling Gregg
Collins.  I went to college with him.  His brother is a psychologist here
in the city." The phone was answered and Mark said, "Hey, Mouse!  It's
Mark. Is Gregg doing anything important?" A minute later he was explaining
our strange set of circumstances to his friend.  They talked for a long
time.  They talked about me and my strange situation first.  Then they
spent a few minutes catching up since they apparently haven't talked in a
couple of months.  They finally hung up and I asked, "Mouse?" He grinned
and replied, "It's a long story.  Gregg is going to call his brother and
see if he knows anything about the subject.  He'll get back to us.  But it
may not be tonight.  That brings up another problem." I waited to find out
what the other problem was.  He pushed his chair back, picked me up and
placed me in his lap again.  I was really impressed that he could do that
with such apparent ease.  He didn't even grunt! He said, "You are still
under the control of those suggestions Ian has coded into your brain with
that fucking machine of his.  Do you really think you should be going to
work like that?  We have been honest about the fact that we are ... 
entertained, by some of the possibilities.  I might normally look forward
to you coming home and telling me what perverted things you were made to do
at work or about flashing horny old men on the subway.  Even a hero can
have a dirty mind.  But when you can't say no there are no limits.  That
can easily become very dangerous." I shrugged and asked, "What else can I
do?  I have to work." I was quiet for a minute and I realized something
about the way I felt when he suggested that I not go to work.  I blushed
and looked down at my hands.  Mark reached over and took my hands into his
and asked, "What was that for?" I thought, "Well, here is where I sound
like a real slut and kill any chance I had of being with this wonderful
man." I cleared my throat and explained, "When you started to suggest that
I shouldn't go to work I felt a sudden attack of something like withdrawal.
There has been a lot of excitement in my life lately and I have a lot of
mixed emotions about giving that up.  I don't know how much of that is due
to the programming that Ian's machine has been doing with my brain." "I
have to be honest with you.  I was never promiscuous.  But I have always
enjoyed sex, a lot.  Lately it has been even more exciting.  The idea of
all of that suddenly coming to an end is kind of scary.  I seem to have a
craving for it, very much like a drug addict needs drugs.  You have every
right to demand that I stay home and stay out of trouble until we fix my
brain.  But it makes me sad that it might all go away.  I'm sorry.  I know
you probably think that's disgusting.  But that's how I felt when you
suggested that I stay home.  I know you are right.  And I suppose that a
lot of what I feel is programmed in.  But no matter how it got there,
that's what I feel." He squeezed me in his arms and when I looked up into
his eyes I saw that he was smiling.  I looked at him curiously.  He
shrugged and said, "I told you that some of the things you did turned me
on. I guess there is something missing in me.  But I don't have a problem
with some of it.  I'm still going to kick Karl's ass if he ever comes near
you again.  But I have to be honest, I don't have a problem with a lot of
that stuff as long as you are safe, and as long as you can say no when it
is in your best interests to refuse to do something.  For instance, what if
some pervert on the subway ordered you to follow him home?  I mean a real
pervert, not like us." We both laughed at that.  But it was a very good
point. He considered the problem for a moment and then he asked, "Where is
your office located?" Then he rolled his eyes and exclaimed, "Isn't this
weird?  We are falling for each other and we know almost nothing about each
other." I fought to contain my excitement.  I felt lightning bolts course
through me every time he told me that he loved me or that he was falling
for me.  I took a deep breath and calmed down slightly.  Then I told him
where I worked.  I explained that I worked for my mother's older brother. I
even explained a little bit about their shady past and I told him what
happened to me in his office on Friday. He shook his head and said, "You
sure are a pervert magnet, aren't you?!" I sighed and said, "I am now.  I
never was before.  On Friday I was beginning to wonder if someone hung a
sign on me." He sighed and said, "Well, you can go to work if you want to.
But program my cell number into your phone.  None of those suggestions that
Ian planted in your brain precluded you from calling for help if you needed
it." That was true.  I hadn't thought of that.  I know that if there had
been anyone I could have called I would have called for help when Karl sold
me to those perverts at the club.  Of course, thinking back on it, I don't
think I ever had a chance to make a phone call after I found out I was in
trouble. I knew that the smart thing for me to do would be to stay home. 
But I couldn't spend the rest of my life locked in my apartment.  That
wasn't the reason that I was so determined to go to work, though.  I am
embarrassed to admit that I wanted to get back out there and see what would
happen to me.  I was looking forward to my next adventure. I was terrified
of what his reaction would be.  But I thought I owed it to him to be
honest. I said, "Mark, I have to tell you the truth.  I hope it is because
of the suggestions that Ian implanted in my mind, but the truth is I am
turned on by the idea of going out into the world in my vulnerable state
and seeing what happens.  I know that I wouldn't have felt that way before
Ian started messing with my mind.  But now I am what I am and most of what
has happened to me has turned me on.  If you tell me to stay home I will.
But if you leave it up to me, I am going to work." Mark smiled and said, "I
don't have a problem with that.  I like it when you get turned on.  I am
giving you two orders before you leave the house.  The first is that you
will call me if you get in over your head.  The second is that you remember
every detail so that you can tell me what happens to you when you get home,
just before I fuck you half to death." I smiled and thanked him.  Then I
asked, "What do you suppose the odds are that you can love a woman as
fucked up as I am?" He pulled me close and said, "So far they are one
hundred percent.  If I start to become uncomfortable with this arrangement,
I will give you the choice.  You can go on this way, or you can tell me to
order you to stay home until we can get you deprogrammed.  Does that sound
fair to you?" I kissed him and replied, "More than fair.  More fair, in
fact, than any other man I know.  I already love and admire and respect you
for a long list of reasons.  This little kinky streak of yours is just
icing on the cake.  Now, what is your cell phone number?" We spent about an
hour moving a few of my things into his apartment down the hall.  Then we
went to bed and made love and talked and made love and talked.  I was a
little orried that I would still be tender from all of the abuse in that
club.  But not only was I not too sore to have sex, it turned out that we
were perfect for each other.  I loved everything he did and I adored the
way he moved inside of me.  I know that most women cannot reach orgasm from
vaginal stimulation alone.  I can't always.  But I often can, when my mind
is fully into the man I'm with and I'm really turned on. I came every time
with Mark.  He made sure of it.  When we finally turned the lights out and
cuddled up to go to sleep I was exhausted and I had no trouble going to
sleep, even without the sounds of surf in the background.





   Chapter 6 Posted: May 25, 2009 - 10:52:16 pm The next morning we got
ready for work and we talked over a cup of coffee.  He told me again that
if I didn't want to take the chance I could stay home.  He even offered to
take care of me. I thanked him for the offer.  And there may come a time
when I want to take him up on it.  But we both knew that the main reason
that I was going to work was not for the money.  I assured him that I would
call him if I got into trouble.  I was embarrassed to admit once again that
I was excited by the possibilities. He was embarrassed to admit that he
shared my excitement. He walked me to the subway.  But we split up at the
turnstiles.  He had to take a different train than I did. I felt the
excitement beginning to build as I stood in my usual place and waited for
the train.  I had no plans to expose myself on the way to work.  But then,
I hadn't planned to expose myself on the way home that first day either. My
train pulled up to the platform and I boarded my usual car.  I looked
around quickly to see if the poor man that had been the victimized by my
first efforts at flashing had taken a later train again so that he could
sit with me.  I didn't see him. The seat closest to the doors was open. 
That was my seat of choice.  That was the seat that permitted me to sit
facing the people sitting on the other side of the doors with nothing
between me and them to protect my modesty. I pulled my book out and opened
it.  But I wasn't looking at the pages.  I may not have intended to expose
myself this morning, but once I sat down facing my fellow commuters I felt
compelled to let my knees fall open. It wasn't anything obvious.  There was
no obscene display.  I doubt if anyone looking could see more than a little
bit of thigh.  But I watched over the top of my book and it wasn't long
before I detected a man who was facing me looking over the top of his book,
right at my legs. As soon as I realized that he was staring at my legs I
felt a huge rush.  He might just as well have been touching me.  I looked
around discreetly.  No one else seemed to be paying any attention.  So,
very slowly I began to let my legs fall open a little farther.  I wasn't
wearing anything under my dress.  I had planned on buying more thigh highs.
But Karl's little business deal had messed up my weekend plans. It was at
that minute that I finally remembered that envelope full of money.  It was
still lying on the lamp table in my living room where Mark had dropped it.
I had forgotten all about it! But the money meant little to me.  I had
something more important on my mind at the moment.  I watched the face of
the man who was watching me spread my legs.  I knew that he had to realize
by now that it was not unintentional.  My knees were fourteen or fifteen
inches apart and my pussy had to be visible to him now. I knew I was having
an effect on him.  I saw him blush and reach down with one hand to adjust
his cock in his pants. When I realized that he had a hard on from looking
at my pussy I was terribly embarrassed.  And once more I was incredibly
aroused.  I thought about the paper that we had taken from Ian with the
list of the things that he had programmed into my brain. Even knowing that
what I was doing and the feelings that I was getting from it were a result
of the suggestions that Ian planted in my brain I couldn't control my
reaction.  Images of that subway ride with Karl the other night when he
made me change clothes on the subway flooded through my brain and added
immeasurably to the feelings I was experiencing.  I was ready now for
whatever my day might bring. My stop was approaching.  I put my knees
together and put my book in my purse.  I took a few deep breaths and when
the doors opened I was able to get up and calmly walk to the escalators. 
It wasn't until I started up that I found out the man I flashed on the
train was right behind me. He never said a word to me.  He stood on the
step directly below mine and as we slowly made our way up to the street his
hand came to rest on my leg, just above my knee. I looked back, startled. I
recognized him.  Our eyes met and he smiled and as we looked into each
other's eyes his hand slowly worked up under my skirt until his finger was
resting in my very wet crease. I groaned when his finger touched me there
and experienced a mild orgasm.  I wasn't quite recovered when I got to the
top of the escalator and I nearly fell on the sidewalk. The man jerked his
hand away from my pussy and steadied me for a moment.  He smiled and said,
"Sorry.  I couldn't resist." I smiled back and replied, "Me either. 
Thanks." He released my arm and said, "No, thank you." Then we went our
separate ways.  As I walked away I felt a confused jumble of thoughts and
emotions.  I was still very aroused.  I felt a twinge of guilt.  Now I was
half of a couple.  Last week I had been alone and I wasn't cheating on
anyone.  I felt relieved that the stranger had gone off in the other
direction without ordering me to do something I shouldn't.  And I felt
disappointed that the stranger had gone off in the other direction without
ordering me to do something I shouldn't. I shuddered.  I'm not sure why.  I
suspect it was excitement that my day had just begun and the games had
started already.  I was well aware of how my excitement level had increased
when that strange man had touched my pussy and a wave of embarrassment had
washed over me, followed immediately by arousal. Now, as I walked to my
office I remembered that there were at least three men there that were
probably planning on fucking me today.  And I knew that I was going to let
them because I had no choice. But my day of sexual servitude was all in the
abstract until I actually got off of the elevator on my floor.  I went to
my desk, stuffed my purse in the bottom drawer and saw the note lying on my
desk blotter before I even left to get my coffee. I picked it up and read
it nervously.  It was from my Uncle Wayne.  It instructed me to go to his
office as soon as I arrived.  I felt my level of arousal begin to rise even
as I read the note. I looked around suddenly.  I had almost forgotten about
the man and the two women I shared a small office with.  All three of them
were staring at me as I read the note.  They probably noticed how red my
face had gotten as I read the note.  They probably knew what it said and
who it was from. I learned on Friday that word of my relationship with the
owner of the company had spread all the way to the mailroom.  So I assumed
that the people I worked with were aware of it.  I had been getting along
well with the people I had met here at the office, especially the three
people who worked with me in our little alcove.  I haven't worked here very
long and we were still getting to know each other.  But they were looking
at me now like I was some kind of spy. I didn't know what the three of them
had heard or what they were assuming.  But the looks on their faces made me
uncomfortable.  I started to leave the room in response to the note.  But
then I turned back and asked, "Do we need to clear the air here?  I don't
know what you have heard.  The boss is my uncle.  But we were never close
and are not close now.  And believe it or not, no one knew when I applied
for this job that he was my uncle, nor did he know that I had applied for a
job with his company.  I got this job because I was qualified for it. 
There was no nepotism involved.  And just to be clear, I am still not close
to my uncle and I am was not planted here to spy on you.  So you can all
relax.  Hell, I don't even like him!" I turned and left the room then. 
Maybe if they had a chance to discuss it they would decide to give me the
benefit of the doubt.  Or maybe they had heard the rumors about what I
looked like when I left his office on Friday and were of the opinion that I
was fucking my uncle, which was true of course. I went down the hall to my
uncle's office.  His receptionist looked up when I entered.  She made no
attempt to hide her loathing and I didn't blame her.  What surprised me was
my reaction to look of disgust on her face.  It embarrassed me.  And of
course, because I was embarrassed I felt myself becoming aroused. There was
a sneer in her voice when she said, "Go in.  He's waiting for you." She
said the right things.  But the note of revulsion in her voice left no
doubt what she thought of me.  It was also obvious that she knew the reason
for my visit to my uncle's office. I tapped lightly on my uncle's door.  I
didn't wait for a response.  I opened the door and stepped inside.  My
uncle was not at his desk.  He was sitting off to the side in a small
seating area.  He was not alone.  There was a young man sitting with him.
Both men watched me enter the room.  Both men were grinning and I had the
distinct impression that they were talking about me and looking forward to
my arrival. I crossed the room and stood before them waiting for what I
knew was going to happen.  We all knew what I was here for. The younger man
stood up and walked around me with that arrogant look on his face that I
was getting used to from the men who took advantage of me.  Once they
learned that I was helpless they all seemed to adopt that look. He stopped
behind me and his hands began to explore my body.  First his hand lightly
caressed my ass over my skirt and then he reached around to cup and then
gently squeeze my breasts. My uncle took great pleasure in introducing me
to the young man that was presently exploring my body freely.  He knew how
humiliated I would be. He said, "Kari, you probably don't remember the
young man feeling you up, do you?" I shook my head.  I couldn't recall ever
seeing him before.  He looked a little familiar.  But I couldn't say why.
The man was still squeezing my left breast with one hand.  His other hand
moved down and under the back of my skirt and back up to my ass.  As his
hand explored my naked skin my uncle said, "You have met.  It has been a
long time.  You met him a couple of times at your grandmother's house. 
That is your cousin, Bryan." Once more the humiliation and the arousal
merged and climbed to an entirely new level.  Bryan was a couple of years
younger than me.  He had been a real pest the few times I met him at my
grandmother's house.  And he had already been a little pervert.  He was
twice caught trying to peek at girls getting ready for bed at night and
once he was accused of peeking at a younger niece when she was using the
bathroom.  I don't know all of the details.  But that was the last time I
saw him or his father. Uncle Wayne grinned at the shock on my face and
said, "He is just starting his senior year in college.  He'll be coming to
work here after he graduates.  I told him what one of the perks was going
to be and now he is a lot more enthusiastic about his future career. Bryan
moved his hand around under my skirt and cupped my pussy.  He was pretty
rough and it bothered me that everything about the way he was treating me
turned me on.  He was grinding his hard cock against my ass now and his
hands were groping me as if he wanted it to hurt me.  It was as if he
learned how to treat women from his father. Uncle Wayne said, "Come on over
here and sit down, Bryan.  Let's give the little cunt a minute to get more
comfortable.  You're going to like this.  She is a hot little piece of ass,
just like her mother was." Bryan gave my pussy and my tit one last painful
squeeze and then he released me.  He went around and stood in front of me.
He grinned down at me.  His finger traced a line from my cheek down to my
tit and slowly circled my embarrassingly hard nipple. While he demonstrated
his dominance and control over me he said, "I saw you naked once.  You were
thirteen.  We were at Grandma's house.  You and Tina were getting ready for
bed.  I snuck out of my window and crawled down the porch roof until I
could see into your room.  I saw your cute little tits and your pussy with
a little patch of pussy hair over it.  I sat there on the roof and rubbed
my cock and thought about how much I wanted to fuck you.  I can't believe
I'm finally going to get the chance." The little pervert was disgusting. 
But I could feel my pussy throbbing in response to his words and his crude
touch. He finally joined his father in one of the leather chairs in the
corner of the room and the two of them sat back to watch me.  I knew what
he expected of me.  They were waiting for me to undress, to "get
comfortable." What I didn't want them to realize was that because of that
sick fuck, Ian, I was looking forward to this, too.  I was going find this
humiliating.  This and everything else they did.  And for that very reason
I was going to have far more orgasms than these two perverts put together.
There was no doubt in my mind. But it wouldn't end there.  And I don't just
mean that they would be free to use me and abuse me as often as they liked.
The humiliation would continue when I left here looking like a freshly
fucked slut and everyone that I came into contact with realized that I had
been in here fucking my uncle and his son. As all this was going through my
brain I was slowly unbuttoning my dress.  I probably looked like a
reluctant young victim to them.  They didn't realize that I was teasing
them.  I was drawing it out to add to my own pleasure. The problem is, when
you are only wearing one article of clothing you can't draw it out very
long.  I was soon naked and it was obvious that they liked what they saw.
Uncle Wayne wiggled his finger and I moved closer.  When I stood in front
of him he pulled me into the space between his leg and Bryan's and they
both began to explore my body and comment on it. It amused them that my
pussy was dark red with arousal now.  It was throbbing and my juices were
glistening in the opening.  They commented on my pussy and on what a slut I
was.  They took turns shoving fingers inside of me and bringing them out
glistening with my juices. They each groped one of my breasts and severely
abused my nipples, causing me pain with their rough treatment of my tender
flesh and bringing me right to the edge of my first orgasm. At one point,
Uncle Wayne pulled his finger out of my pussy and ordered me to turn around
and bend over.  When I was in that degrading position he ordered me to
reach back and spread the cheeks of my ass apart. I did, and I felt his
finger, with only my own juices for lubrication, being forced up into my
still tender ass.  It was the last part of my anatomy to recover from the
violent rapes in that club on Friday night and Saturday morning. I grunted
in pain when he shoved his finger inside of me.  They giggled like little
boys at my reaction.  Then they discussed that part of my anatomy.  Uncle
Wayne asked Bryan if he ever fucked a girl's ass. Bryan replied, "Yeah,
once.  But the bitch didn't like it and never let me try it again." Uncle
Wayne laughed and said, "Yeah.  That's why I like to do it.  I love that
the bitches hate it so much.  And I like the way they grunt and cry when I
do it.  That turns me on.  I used to fuck her mother's ass all the time
when she was on the rag.  Her mom hated that more than anything else I did.
Well, except when I made her fuck my friends.  She hated that the most. 
God I miss those days!" I tried not to imagine my mother being subjected to
those indignities by her older brother and his friends.  No one wants to
think about their mother being abused and objectified that way.  But it was
hard not to visualize my mother as a teenager being raped that way while
listening to my uncle's vivid description of the events to his son. Uncle
Wayne glanced at his watch and said, "We better go ahead and fuck the
bitch. She has work to do and I have a meeting coming up." They stood up
and quickly dropped their pants and underwear to their knees.  My uncle
pushed me down to the floor and asked Bryan which end he wanted. Bryan
quickly answered, "I want to fuck her ass." Uncle Wayne said, "Not this
time.  We'll have to do that somewhere else.  I don't want her screaming
and drawing attention to what we are doing in here.  But I am looking
forward to hearing her scream when I shove my cock up her tight little ass.
In the office, though, we are going to have to be a little cool about it.
Do you want her mouth or her cunt?" Bryan was still thinking it over when
Uncle Wayne suggested, "It's all good, son.  Why don't you start off in her
cunt?  I'll fuck her mouth and after a few minutes we can trade off." Bryan
apparently thought that was a good idea.  He dropped to his knees behind me
and as my uncle began forcing his fat cock into my mouth I wondered if they
had done this before with some other poor woman.  They seemed quite at ease
with sharing such intimate acts. I began sucking on my uncle's cock
immediately.  But after all of this degrading treatment I was extremely
aroused.  I had my first orgasm as Bryan worked his cock into my very wet
pussy.  I came before his cock was all the way inside of me! I moaned
loudly around my uncle's cock and both men realized I was having an orgasm.
They laughed at how easily I was submitting to them and surrendering to the
eroticism of the moment.  Their laughter only added to the humiliation I
was experiencing. I stopped sucking my uncle's cock while my orgasm washed
over me.  He wasn't willing to wait for me to resume sucking on my own.  He
grabbed a couple handfuls of my hair and began thrusting his cock into my
mouth.  He wasn't prepared for the result. During that horrible gang rape
in the club over the weekend I had been forced to endure one huge cock
after another being forced into my throat.  As a result, I could now take a
cock into my throat with little or no difficulty. When his cock slid into
my throat effortlessly and I didn't even struggle my uncle exclaimed, "Son
of a bitch!  Look at this whore!  She's got the whole thing in her mouth!"
And then I came again. Both men had stopped fucking me to look at my
uncle's cock buried in my mouth and throat.  They watched my body shudder
through another orgasm.  I was forced to listen to a few crude comments
while my uncle reached around and explored my throat with his fingers. He
exclaimed, "Damn!  I can feel my cock in her fucking throat.  And look at
her!  Just kneeling there letting us do any fucking thing we want to her
ass!  What a fucking cunt!" The men began thrusting their cocks into me
again but after a couple of minutes Bryan said, "Hey dad.  Let's switch off
now.  I want to fuck her throat before I lose it and cum in her cunt."
Uncle Wayne pulled his cock out of my mouth and Bryan grabbed a handful of
my hair to use as a handle.  He jerked me around until his slimy cock was
resting against my lips.  His father slapped my thigh and I spread my legs
for him.  Bryan watched my face and I knew that he saw the lust there as
his father speared me with his fat cock. He laughed and said, "Look at this
bitch!  She fucking loves it!  God!  What a fucking whore!" Then, in a
derisive voice he said, "Say ah, Kari." I opened my mouth and he slid his
hard, slimy, seven inch cock into my mouth and straight down my throat.  He
sighed loudly as his cock entered me and he began fucking my face
immediately. I think that I was more surprised than he was at how easy it
was.  His cock wasn't as fat as his father's was and it slid into my throat
effortlessly. The two men had stopped talking and began to concentrate on
the pleasure they were taking from my body.  Both of them had begun to fuck
me violently and Bryan reached under me with one hand and began squeezing
my left breast so hard that I was forced to cry out in pain.  But my cries
were muffled by his cock and he seemed to enjoy the effect. After several
long minutes he stopped tormenting my breast and grabbed my head.  He held
my head in place and fucked my mouth and throat violently until his body
suddenly stiffened and began to tremble and spasm while he shot his cum
down my throat. His father lasted slightly longer, but only slightly.  He
was soon filling my pussy with his cum and I was humiliated enough to have
one last orgasm before the two men turned me loose. Uncle Wayne pulled me
back around and forced me to suck his cock clean.  When he was satisfied he
said, "Go get some tissue off my desk and show Bryan how you clean your
nasty cunt." I knew what he wanted me to do.  He had forced me to swallow
the slime filled tissue on Friday after he crammed them in my mouth.  Today
he wanted to amuse his son and degrade me further by making me do it on my
own. So of course I did.  I got to my feet.  I crossed to his desk and took
a tissue from the box.  I spread my legs and while both men watched and
leered at my whorish behavior I ran the tissue through my vulva and sopped
up the cock cream that was draining out of me. There really wasn't that
much, not as much as there had been on Friday.  But it was such a degrading
thing to do.  For that reason I shuddered in erotic pleasure as I opened my
mouth and placed the slime filled tissue on my tongue.  I closed my mouth
and chewed until it was reduced to a wet mass on my tongue and I swallowed.
Both men had risen to their feet and were putting their clothes in order as
they watched.  Brian laughed arrogantly and said, "I'm going to bring my
video camera in the next time I come in.  The guys at school will get a big
kick out of that.  What a fucking slut!" Uncle Wayne said to Bryan, "I'll
tell your mother that I have a dinner with some clients later this week and
we'll take the bitch to a motel.  You can get all the pictures you want
then." I was finally allowed to dress and ordered to go to work.  I put my
dress on while they watched, amused.  I ran my hands through my hair but I
knew that I was a mess.  I left Uncle Wayne's office and headed straight
for the ladies room. I heard my uncle's receptionist sniff dismissively as
I hurried past.  She muttered something under her breath that sounded like,
"Whore!" I almost laughed when I thought that it must really bother her
that he was my uncle and that my cousin had been in the office, too.  She
never realized what a den of iniquity she was working in. On the other
hand, I never imagined that I would be working under these conditions and
behaving the way that I was behaving either.  As I made my way to the
ladies room I tried to analyze my own reactions to what was happening to me
now that I knew what the cause was. There was a difference.  I wasn't as
scared now that I knew what was causing me to behave this way.  And because
I had been given the option of staying home and had instead opted to put
myself into this situation knowing that these things would happen and that
they would turn me on I wasn't nearly as traumatized by what was happening
to me as I had been.  I couldn't wait to get home and tell Mark what
happened to me this morning. The degrading sexual acts that I was being
forced to perform still humiliated me.  And I still had the same reaction
to being humiliated, arousal.  I realized that my decision to leave the
apartment this morning and put myself into these sexually charged
situations was not an entirely voluntary one.  I had been influenced by the
subliminal programming which made my subconscious mind crave this sort of
degrading treatment.  But knowing that didn't make me capable of resisting
the need any more than a crack addict could resist using crack when they
realized they were addicted. The conundrum was that I hated being sexually
abused this way, but because I was under the influence of those powerful
suggestions that Ian had programmed into me I didn't want to resist the
things I was being forced to do.  I didn't want to be protected from the
sort of humiliating treatment that I was being subjected to.  I didn't want
to have my brain returned to normal and be made whole again. I made myself
as presentable as possible in the ladies room.  I got a cup of coffee and
finally returned to my office.  I was shocked when I glanced at the time
and saw that all of that abuse had taken place in less than half an hour. I
glanced around at my three co-workers and blushed at the accusing looks on
their faces.  I felt like I should say something, try to clear the air. 
But what could I say?  I certainly couldn't explain that it wasn't my
fault, my mind had been warped by a white noise machine and I was now
incapable of saying no to anyone.  And oh yeah, my uncle and my cousin are
both pretty good fucks! That wouldn't do much to improve my reputation. I
got down to work and tried to ignore the others in the room.  I didn't look
up until Kenny came in more than an hour later with the distribution.  He
went around to all four of us and handed out interoffice memos and mail. 
He stopped at my desk and said good morning.  He said it with a leer that
my co-workers couldn't have missed. I just nodded and turned back to my
computer.  But when he came to Terry's desk he didn't just drop his
distribution on his desk.  He went around behind the desk and carefully
placed some papers in the center of his desk.  Terry was the only male
working in the room.  Kenny placed his mouth close to Terry's ear and
talked quietly.  During the entire conversation both men stared at me,
making it obvious what they were talking about. I was the youngest of the
four of us that worked in the room.  Terry was probably the oldest.  I
would guess he was in his early thirties.  I knew that he was married and
had three kids.  The two women in the room, Irene and Jenna, were both
married as well.  Irene was probably almost Terry's age.  Jenna was in her
mid to late twenties. I had been kind of shy at first.  I had listened to
the three of them banter back and forth and I was shocked on more than one
occasion by the sexual nature of their remarks.  I didn't realize that
people were even allowed to say many of the things they said to each other.
But they seemed to get along well and I soon learned that it was just good
natured kidding around.  I hadn't begun to take part in those conversations
yet.  But I had begun to loosen up and sometimes laughed at some of the
things they said to each other. But in the last few days there had been a
change in the atmosphere in our little alcove.  When my co-workers found
out that my uncle was the boss they had become a little more careful about
the things they said.  And now it seemed to be getting around that I had
come out of his office reeking of sex and those who knew me and had heard
about it weren't sure to think.  But it was obvious that they disapproved.
Irene and Jenna watched Kenny whispering to Terry for several minutes and
staring at me and I think that we all knew what they were talking about. 
Kenny leered at me again as he left the alcove and continued on his rounds.
Terry was still staring at me after Kenny left as if he couldn't believe
what he had just heard.  Both Irene and Jenna were glancing at me and then
looking at Terry as if waiting for him to clue them in. Terry finally
asked, "Is it true?" I felt the blood drain out of my face.  I couldn't
believe he was going to bring this up, especially in front of Irene and
Jenna.  I didn't know what Kenny had said to him.  But I didn't doubt that
it was true and that I was about to be terribly humiliated. In a mousy
little voice I almost whispered, "Please, Terry.  Please don't." As if I
hadn't even spoken he asked again, "Is it true?" Jenna was getting
impatient.  She chimed in, "Damn it, Terry!  Is what true?" He grinned at
her, apparently emboldened by my reaction.  He continued to stare at me as
he said, "Kenny said that on Friday, our shy little Kari went to her
uncle's office and had sex with him.  That's your mother's older brother,
right Kari?" I groaned and nodded, unable to deny it because of my
programming. I heard Irene gasp in shock. Terry continued, "And at lunch
time you went to the mailroom and had sex with Kenny and his trainee for an
hour.  You did anything and everything they told you to do.  You even posed
for nude pictures!" He turned to Irene and Jenna and said, "But that isn't
even the worst part.  This morning she went to Mr.  Case's office and had
sex with him and his kid!  She did them both before she had her first cup
of coffee!" All three of them were staring at me in shock.  It must have
been obvious from my face that it was all true. Terry asked, "Is it true,
Kari?  Kenny said you will do anything that anyone tells you to do,
absolutely anything!  Is that true?" I felt the tears running down my
cheeks.  I expected to be sexually abused today.  Because of my programming
I was even looking forward to it.  But I wasn't counting on my life being
ruined.  I didn't think that everyone in the fucking building would be told
about the things I did.  Suddenly it wasn't fun anymore. Irene stared at me
in disbelief for a moment.  Then she asked, "Why, Kari?  You seem like such
a nice young woman.  Why would you let them do those things?" I wiped my
eyes on a tissue and finally answered, "I have to.  I don't have a choice."
Jenna exclaimed, "Bullshit!" But Irene asked, "Why?  Everyone has a choice!
Why do you think that you have no choice?" It was a long story and I didn't
want to go into it with these people.  But of course I had no choice.  The
question had been put to me.  I had to answer.  I avoided telling them
about the horrible things that I had done this weekend.  But I told them
how this had all come about and who was responsible. But they didn't let it
go at that.  Terry asked me why I came to work today knowing that I would
be raped again. I was forced to admit that it turned me on and that I had
been given a choice by my new boyfriend but I felt compelled to come to
work.  I was excited when men made me do things. Irene asked, "Men?  Just
men?  What if a woman started giving you orders?" I answered, "It hasn't
happened yet.  I'm not sure." Then I thought about the paper that Ian had
given us yesterday that listed the programming statements on the machine.
They had started out with me having to obey all men.  But as they were
repeated they were altered so that farther down the page I had been
programmed to obey anyone.  I realized that if a woman told me to do
something I would probably feel compelled to obey, just like I did when a
man gave me an order. The three of them looked at each other.  It was hard
to read their expressions.  I think the skepticism was the most prominent
reaction. Several uncomfortably silent moments passed before Jenna
exclaimed, "Bullshit!  I don't believe it.  I don't even think that
subliminal crap is even real." They looked at each other again and then
Jenna said, "Stand up, Kari." Even as I got to my feet I said, "Please,
Jenna.  Don't do this." Jenna watched me rise, but she still thought I was
putting them on.  She said, "I have noticed that you aren't wearing a bra
or pantyhose anymore.  Why is that?" I looked at her, pleading silently for
her to stop this.  But she ignored my silent plea and once more I was
compelled to answer her embarrassing question.  I moaned in embarrassment
and answered, "My neighbor, Ian, ordered me to stop wearing underwear."
Irene chuckled.  Jenna still looked like she didn't believe any of this was
real.  Terry was just enjoying the show. Jenna asked, sounding just a bit
disgusted, "So you aren't wearing panties either?" I shook my head.  I felt
my face flushing as my embarrassment grew. I heard Irene and Terry both
gasp when Jenna said, "Show me." I shook my head and pleaded, "Jenna,
please!" But my hands went to my skirt and slowly lifted it up far enough
to reveal that I wasn't wearing panties. In a choked voice, Terry
exclaimed, "I'll be damned!" I dropped my skirt but Jenna exclaimed, "I
didn't say you could do that!  Hold it up, slut!" Irene gasped and
exclaimed, "Jenna!" Jenna ignored her and with a lewd smile on her face she
said, "Hell!  This is fun!" The three of them watched me lift my skirt
again.  There was no door on our little alcove.  Anyone walking past could
have looked in and they would have seen me standing there holding my dress
up.  But no one but me seemed to care. Jenna smiled at Terry and said to
me, "Higher!" Then she asked Terry, "What do you think, Terry?  Does she
look fuckable?" I was surprised to see Terry blush.  Irene was blushing and
I was blushing.  But Jenna seemed to be having a good time. Irene said,
"Jenna, come on!  You are going to get us in trouble." Jenna's grin
widened. But she said, "Okay, slut.  You can let your skirt back down." She
turned to Terry and said, "Look at her!  She loves it!  I'll bet her pussy
is soaking wet." Irene gasped and exclaimed, "Jenna!" She grinned at Irene,
but ignored her unspoken complaint.  Instead, she turned to Terry and
asked, "Do you want to check?" Irene squeaked, "Jenna!  What has gotten
into you?!" Jenna laughed and said, "Oh come on, Irene!  You're no prude.
Are you going to sit there and tell me that you don't think this is
amusing?" Irene blushed.  But then she smiled and said, "Yeah, kinda."
Jenna turned to me and said, "Go ahead, cunt.  Go over there and let Terry
check your oil level." Irene groaned and said, "Christ, Jenna!  You don't
have to talk like that!" Jenna ignored her.  I had no choice but to obey.
And as I crossed the small office the four of us shared I felt the arousal
building in me again.  I walked around and stood beside Terry.  He looked
at Jenna and Irene as if to make sure they were really okay with this.  He
apparently didn't care what I thought about it.  His hand came to rest on
my inner thigh just above my knee and slowly worked its way up my thigh. In
a very short time I felt his hand come to rest against my vulva.  I groaned
again and struggled mightily to keep from humping his hand right there in
front of the other two women. His finger slid through my dripping wet slit
and then I felt two fingers slipping slowly inside of me. I was forced to
rest my hand on the back of his chair or I would have collapsed onto the
floor beside him.  I was just about that close to begging him to fuck me
right then and there.  I needed it so badly. He slid his fingers in and out
of me a couple of times and then pulled them free.  He brought his hand out
from under my skirt and held it up so that Irene and Jenna could see how
wet his fingers were.  They smirked at me and then Terry put his fingers to
my lips.  I sucked his fingers clean and thought that I had never been so
embarrassed in my life.  But I was wrong.  In the next moment I had an
orgasm and it was obvious to the three of them.  I couldn't stop it.  I
gripped Terry's wrist in both hands and sucked his fingers like a slimy
cock and cried out as I reached an orgasm without anything even touching my
pussy. Jenna laughed right out loud and I heard Irene chuckle quietly. 
Terry was staring at me in disbelief. Jenna exclaimed, "What a horny
bitch!" Terry pulled his hand away from me and I sobbed, "It's not my
fault!" Jenna still didn't believe it.  Once more she exclaimed, "Bullshit!
You admitted that this shit turned you on!  You admitted that you talked
this over with your boyfriend and decided to come to work today.  You had a
choice.  You chose to be treated like this." I shook my head and said, "But
it wasn't a real choice!  The way my mind is now this is like a drug to me.
I crave this like an addict craves drugs.  I can't control it.  Jenna!  You
know this isn't how I am!  I've worked here for months.  You think I turned
into some kind of nympho overnight?  I don't have a choice." Jenna grinned
and replied, "Maybe not.  But I think this is so hot.  You're lucky I don't
have a dick.  I'd have your ass under my desk sucking on it." Irene seemed
more sympathetic than Jenna and Terry.  She sighed and said, "Lighten up,
Jenna.  I believe her.  I think you do to.  You're just being mean." Jenna
shrugged and said, "Yeah.  I guess I believe her.  But I'm just giving her
what she wants." Then she turned back to me and said, "You can go back to
work, Kari, as soon as you show Terry your tits." Irene snapped, "Jenna! 
For Christ's sake!" Jenna chuckled and said, "I'm doing her a favor, Irene!
She likes it!" Meanwhile, I was unbuttoning the top of my dress and then
spreading the sides apart so that Terry could see my tits. He stared
appreciatively at my exposed breasts for a moment and then turned and
thanked Jenna.  Only then did Jenna allow me to button my dress and go back
to work. I quickly buttoned my dress and rushed back to my seat.  It wasn't
until I sat down that I saw the post-it note on top of the distribution
that Kenny had left in the center of my desk.  The note ordered me to go to
the mailroom at lunch time.





   Chapter 7 Posted: May 25, 2009 - 10:52:16 pm By the time I saw the note
it was nearly lunch time.  I had hardly any time at all to dread what would
happen in the mailroom.  To be honest, though, I was excited about getting
fucked by Gordy's magnificent cock again.  I had been raped, molested and
sexually humiliated all morning.  I reacted to that sort of treatment in
what was now the normal way for me.  I became sexually aroused. It was only
a few minutes before my three co-workers got up and, ignoring me
completely, they left for the cafeteria. I took my time, straightening out
my desk and this time grabbing my purse so that I could make myself
presentable after another hard hour of rape. When I was sure that Jenna,
Irene and Terry had time to catch an elevator and wouldn't see where I was
going I made my way to the elevator lobby.  As usual, by five minutes after
the hour the entire floor had pretty much emptied out.  I shared the
elevator with one other woman.  We rode in silence to the basement. I
turned left to the mailroom.  She turned right to the cafeteria.  No one
was around when I knocked on the mailroom door. The door was opened almost
immediately by Kenny.  I stepped in and he closed and locked the door
behind me.  He guided me to the center of the room and picked up a digital
camera. I groaned in dismay.  I had forgotten about the damned pictures. 
But it didn't matter.  Not anymore.  Hell!  I was an internet porn star
now! Kenny ordered me to take my dress off and started taking pictures.  I
tried to ignore him as I unbuttoned my dress and stood before the two men
naked and vulnerable. Kenny directed me into obscene poses for a few
minutes.  He took one nasty picture after another.  Then he invited Gordy
to join me. Gordy was all too happy to get his hands on me again.  He slid
off of the nearby desk where he had been sitting and watching me pose for
dirty pictures.  He pushed his pants down.  He was going to leave them
around his knees. Kenny said, "Go ahead and get naked.  It will make for
better pictures. He didn't seem to mind baring that huge cock.  I could
understand why he was so proud of it.  But he was less anxious to bare his
large stomach.  He did though.  He quickly undressed and as soon as he was
naked, Kenny began directing both of us.  I posed with that large cock in
my face and then in my mouth.  He picked me up and placed me on a table and
ate my pussy for a couple of minutes and then started working that large
cock into me. It went in easier today.  I don't know if that was because I
had gotten used to it on Friday or if it was due to the gang rape I was
subjected to Friday night and Saturday morning.  Whatever the reason, it
felt wonderful as soon as he put that thing in me. Kenny got pictures of
his cock sinking into me and then more as he picked me up without taking
his cock out of me and began fucking me standing up.  We were directed
through several more positions while Kenny went crazy with that fucking
camera.  He must have taken well over a hundred obscene photographs of us.
Then he turned Gordy loose and told him to fuck the shit out of me.  Those
were his exact words. There were more pictures as Gordy picked me up and
placed me on my back on the table again.  He was obviously glad to be
turned loose.  He began to pound into me violently with that huge cock.  I
loved it just as much as he did and I must have cum a dozen times before he
finally reached up and grabbed my tits, squeezing them painfully between
his chubby fingers as he tensed up and came inside of me. I experienced one
last orgasm as he ground his pelvis into mine and it was a massive one.  I
started to cry out loudly and Gordy quickly clapped his hand over my mouth.
My orgasm passed and I looked up to see Gordy grinning down at me.  I
grinned back and whispered, "Thank you.  That was awesome!" He blushed and
finally began pulling his fat cock out of me.  It made that same wet
sucking noise that it had made last time.  It was so fat that it created
suction when he pumped it in and out of me. I lay there on the table,
exhausted, waiting for Kenny to take his turn.  But it wasn't going to be
that easy.  First he had to humiliate me a little more.  He came in for a
close-up of my very satisfied pussy and said, "Christ, Kari!  You're a
fucking mess!  Clean that up so I can fuck you." I started to look around
for some tissue but he said, "Use your fingers.  Scoop it up and eat it. 
It will make for some great pictures." So of course I had to eat the cum
that was oozing out of me.  But it wasn't as difficult as I thought it
would be.  I was beginning to get used to this kind of degrading treatment.
And of course, since I was being degraded I was getting turned on again.
Kenny got some close-ups of me scooping up Gordy's cum and transporting it
to my mouth on my fingers.  Then he handed the camera to Gordy and said,
"Get a few good pictures.  Then you can put your cock in her mouth.  Let
her get you nice and clean and maybe you can get another load off before we
have to cut her loose." The way Kenny talked about me or to me disgusted
me. He treated me like a farm animal.  And of course that kept me so
stimulated that I continued to be ready for whatever abuse he had in store
for me. Gordy hovered around and took a few dozen more pictures as Kenny
penetrated me and instantly began to thrust into me as if it was a violent
rape.  Then he put the camera down and offered his huge, cum encrusted cock
to my lips.  It may have been easier taking that massive appendage into my
vagina.  But it wasn't any easier taking it into my mouth.  It was so large
that I couldn't really suck on it.  It filled my mouth with my jaw open as
far as I could open it.  But he slid a few inches of his cock in and out
over my tongue while I struggled to keep my teeth off of it.  He enjoyed it
enough that his cock hardened again and in self defense I used my hand on
the eight inches that didn't fit in my mouth. Meanwhile, Kenny was enjoying
the way my pussy clamped down on his cock while I continued having orgasms
and I imagine that he was further aroused by watching Gordy stretching my
jaw to its limits. Kenny finally came.  He left his cock inside of me until
Gordy came in my mouth.  Then he made me suck his cock clean.  Once I had
posed for a few more pictures eating the latest load of cum out of my pussy
I was finally allowed to dress.  Gordy handed me my purse and escorted me
out. I didn't even know what time it was.  I made my way to the ladies room
on the other side of the elevator lobby and this time I was better able to
make myself presentable.  I washed my pussy and rinsed out my mouth.  I
sprayed cologne on my belly and my thighs and was brushing my hair when the
door opened and that strange woman that had been in here on Friday came in.
She smiled when she saw me.  She looked me over and somehow she seemed to
know what I had been doing over my lunch hour.  I tried to ignore her.  I
turned back to the mirror and checked my hair again. She wouldn't let me
ignore her.  She came over and stood behind me.  She sniffed and chuckled.
She said, "You're learning.  But I can still smell the fresh cum." I jumped
when her hand came to rest on my ass.  She smiled and said, "I like you.  I
like pretty sluts.  I can see that you enjoy cock.  Have you ever eaten a
nice juicy pussy?" I shuddered and whispered my response.  "No!" She smiled
at my startled response and asked, "How old are you, sweetie?" When I told
her that I was twenty-one her eyes seemed to light up.  She chuckled again
and said, "Young stuff!  I bet you are delicious.  What's your name?" I
told her my name and said, "I have to get to my office.  I..." She smiled
and said, "Relax, dear.  You have ten more minutes before your lunch hour
is up.  I think we have time to get acquainted." I stood there wishing
desperately that someone would come in.  Anyone, just so that I could
escape from this strange woman.  But no one came in.  And the woman reached
around and cupped my breasts with both hands. Her smile widened and she
exclaimed, "Oh my!  No bra!  You are a little slut, aren't you?  Did come
to work without a bra or did your lunchtime lover keep it for a souvenir?"
I was forced to admit, "I didn't wear one." She looked thoughtful for a
moment and then said, "It's funny.  You don't seem like a slut.  You don't
strike me as the kind of young woman to go to work braless and spend her
lunch hour on her back.  Have you been doing this long?  I don't remember
seeing you down here before Friday." I shook my head and said, "Friday was
the first time." I looked closer at the woman who was still gently
caressing my breasts, and making them feel very warm and friendly.  She was
in her mid thirties to early forties, it was hard to tell.  She had an
excellent figure and was dressed very fashionably.  Her clothing looked
very expensive. When I told her that the first time was Friday she raised
an eyebrow and looked at me questioningly. I said, "Please, it's a very
long story.  I don't have time to explain." She nodded and said, "Wait
right there.  Go back to brushing your hair." She dropped her hands and
went into one of the stalls.  I returned to running my brush through my
hair while she used the toilet.  Then she came out and washed her hands and
said, "Come with me." I followed her up in the elevator and down the hall
to her large office.  I was shocked to discover that she was the company's
vice president, C.J.  Harris! She ordered me to sit down and asked me who
my immediate supervisor was.  I told her and she picked up the phone and
instructed her secretary to notify my supervisor that she was borrowing me
for a special project she needed taken care of. I was in shock.  And I was
terrified.  She hung up the phone and studied me in silence for a few
minutes.  I was becoming more unnerved by the second.  Finally she said,
"Alright, Kari.  You have time now.  Explain.  I want to hear everything.
Don't leave anything out." I very much wished that she hadn't said that I
couldn't leave anything out.  There are details of this past weekend that I
have no wish to recall.  But I was given an order.  I was forced to obey. I
told her everything. She sat in silence for close to an hour.  I don't know
how she reacted to what I told her.  I was too embarrassed to look at her.
I stared at the floor while I told her what had happened to me since I
first flashed a stranger on the subway last Wednesday. She waited until I
reached the end of my tale and said, "Look at me." I looked up.  She was
flushed.  I couldn't tell if she was angry or aroused.  She looked right
into my eyes for a very long time and then asked, "You are aroused right
now, aren't you?  Telling me your story turned you on.  How do you feel
about that?" I explained my two brain theory to her.  I told her that a
part of my brain hated these things I was doing.  But that part of my brain
had become increasingly mute.  The other part of my brain, the part that
was turned on by these things I was doing and was enjoying the humiliation
and sexual abuse had pretty much taken over my life. She smiled and said,
"Good.  Now, just one more thing and then you can go back to work.  Come
over here.  Come around my desk and stand right here." I started around her
desk and she turned her chair to face me.  I came to a stop when our knees
were almost touching.  She looked me up and down and said, "Pull your skirt
up to your waist." I had been half expecting this.  But even so it was a
shock.  I reached down and pulled my skirt up to my waist and stood there
while she studied my exposed flesh.  After staring at me for a long moment
she leaned forward and more closely examined my pussy.  She even inserted a
finger inside of me.  That really took my breath away! She smiled up at me
and said, "I never would have guessed that you just had sex, especially not
with the monster cock you just described.  I am going to have to get to
know Gordy a little better.  I had no idea he had a hidden talent!" She
ordered me to step back and she got to her feet.  She stared right in my
eyes while she slid her own skirt up to her waist.  Under her tight skirt
she was wearing thigh highs and high cut nylon briefs.  She slid the briefs
down, stepped out of them and sat back down.  She spread her legs and
ordered me to kneel and pointed between her legs. Even as I tried to tell
her that I couldn't do what she was obviously about to ask of me I fell to
my knees at her feet and stared at my fist close-up look at another woman's
vagina.  Even with the conditioning that I had been receiving over the last
few months from Ian's white noise machine, I didn't think that I could do
this.  I couldn't even imagine it. But she could.  She placed her
fingertips under my chin and lifted my head until our eyes met.  She smiled
and said, "I know it's scary, Kari.  But it really is a lot of fun.  I'm
sure you'll enjoy it once you get a taste.  I know that you've never done
this before.  Just do what you like having done to you and I'm sure you'll
do fine.  And I'm sure you will improve with practice." I leaned forward
slowly, not really knowing what to expect.  I had tasted my own juices,
sucking them from my fingers and lately from the fingers of any man who
felt like feeling my pussy, as well as any number of cocks.  I knew that
taste wasn't unpleasant.  It was certainly less objectionable than the
taste of cum.  But there was just something so very wrong about touching
another woman's vagina. The first thing I noticed was the way she looked.
Her labia were slightly larger than mine.  But they were probably swollen
with arousal.  Her vulva was dark red.  Her arousal was obvious.  My tale
of being a helpless sexual pawn seemed to have quite an effect on her.  I
could see a faint trace of moisture in her crease.  It was reflecting light
from the windows beside her. Next I noticed her scent.  It wasn't the musky
smell of an aroused vagina or even the smell of someone who had worked half
the day sitting at a desk.  Instead I detected only the light fragrance of
what I could tell was a very expensive perfume.  It was actually quite
pleasant. I delayed as long as I felt that I could, letting my senses form
an opinion of this strange woman and the odious task I was about to
perform. I finally touched the tip of my tongue to the sensitive flesh
around her vulva and was rewarded by her sharp intake of breath. I avoided
her center and teased her the way I enjoyed being teased when someone, some
nice man was doing this to me.  I began to notice that it wasn't such an
awful thing to do.  At first I found myself wondering why men enjoyed doing
this.  What could they possibly get out of it?  But then I thought about
how exciting it was for me to suck a man's cock and it made more sense. I
gathered my courage and moved my tongue through her moist slit.  It
actually wasn't so bad.  I knew that I couldn't trust my feeling because of
that fucking machine of Ian's.  But I found myself becoming aroused as I
began to work around the edges of eating her sweet smelling pussy.  I
stopped experimenting and testing the waters and began to do what she asked
of me.  I started doing to her what I enjoy having done to me.  I watched
her level of arousal grow and as it did mine grew with it. She had several
orgasms as I ate her pussy with increasing eagerness.  When she finally
pushed my head away from her quivering pussy I was actually disappointed! I
wasn't ready to stop! Her body stopped quivering, her eyes opened and we
looked at each other.  She smiled and said, "I thought you'd enjoy that. 
Next time it will be your turn.  Now, go back to work.  And don't mention
this to anyone." I stood up and grabbed my purse.  I started to leave but
then I remembered that I was supposed to working on a special project for
her.  I turned back and asked, "What do I tell..." Then I remembered that I
wouldn't have any choice.  "Never mind, I can't lie.  If someone asks me
where I was, what I was doing, I'll have to tell them.  I can't lie." She
looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "What if I order you to refer
any questions to me?" I shrugged and said, "I don't know.  If anyone asks I
suppose we'll find out." She smiled and said, "And if that doesn't work,
well, the only one that can fire me is your uncle.  And I would be
surprised if he didn't get a kick out of it if he found out.  Still, I'd
rather he didn't.  So remember that if you refer them to me you are being
truthful and you are responding to an order." I nodded and turned to leave
once more.  And once more I stopped and turned back.  "I don't suppose you
could do something about Kenny?  It isn't that I mind so much.  It's pretty
exciting and Gordy is a wonderful fuck.  But I hate all of those pictures
and I am such a mess when they are done with me." She grinned and answered,
"I'm not sure.  To be honest, I think I'd like to watch the next time you
go to the mailroom.  I'm very curious about Gordy." I grinned back and
said, "He is pretty amazing.  It's a shame he isn't tall, dark and handsome
and in possession of half a brain.  You could build the perfect man around
his cock!" She laughed and waved me out of her office. I went to the ladies
room and washed my face and hands.  Then I made my way slowly back to my
office.  I glanced at the clock on the wall when I entered.  It was after
two in the afternoon.  I looked at my three co-workers.  They were
smirking, assuming rightly that I had been off somewhere having sex. Jenna
gave me a dirty look and asked, "Where the hell have you been?!  Spreading
that pussy around the office staff?  Hell, girl!  Your uncle owns the
company.  You don't have to put out to get ahead.  Well, you have to fuck
him.  But that oughta do it." I grew nervous as I wondered if I would be
able to say what Mrs.  Harris had told me to say.  I almost sighed with
relief when I told her that I was working on a special project for Mrs. 
Harris and she told me to refer any questions to her.  It came out just
fine!  I shuddered in relief and went to my desk.  I was further relieved
to see that there were no notes on my desk.  It looked like I was finally
going to get a little work done. I didn't get caught up.  But everyone left
me alone and for the next three hours I worked my ass off.  I didn't get
everything done.  But I did alright.  I got most of my work done. I noticed
Irene, Jenna and Terry leaving at the normal time.  But I waited until I
finished the document I was working on.  When I finished I grabbed my purse
and headed for the elevators. I had only worked an extra ten minutes. 
There were still plenty of people leaving the building.  I was only a
little late.  But I was worried about missing my usual train.  My rational
mind knew that was silly.  Even if I missed my usual train there would be
men on the next one.  There were always men who wanted to look up a woman's
skirt. I had to stop when I got to the subway to put more money on my pass.
By the time I got down to the platform I was nearly a half hour late and I
had missed three or four trains.  I felt an uncomfortable sense of loss and
logic didn't seem to have an effect on it.  I waited impatiently for the
next train and it wasn't until I boarded and sat down that I noticed how
much difference half an hour made.  This car was much less crowded. I took
a seat facing the passengers seated on the other side of the doors and got
my book out.  I made no attempt at trying to fool myself into thinking that
I wasn't really planning to flash some lucky commuter this evening.  There
was no other way to explain the vaguely uncomfortable feeling I had as the
desire swelled inside of me.  I needed to show my pussy to some stranger on
the ride home. I quickly dug my book out.  I am not sure why that weak
subterfuge was necessary.  It was just a part of the process I guess.  I
turned to a random page and then looked over the top of my book to see if
anyone on the other side of the doors was trying to peek. I was
disappointed when it seemed that no one was watching.  But I wasn't going
to give up.  I couldn't.  I spread my knees about six inches apart and
watched carefully.  I recognized the feelings that had me in an iron grip
now.  I NEEDED someone to look at me.  I needed a man to look up my skirt
so that I could become aroused. And finally I got what I needed.  I spotted
a man in the second row who suddenly realized that my knees were unusually
far apart.  He was sitting slumped in his seat listening to an iPod.  I saw
his eyes focus on my knees and then glance up at my face. I didn't care if
he could see my eyes.  I didn't care if he realized it was intentional.  I
needed him to look between my thighs and become aroused.  I slowly spread
my knees a little farther apart and glanced around at the other passengers.
They were all wrapped up in their own little worlds.  As far as I could
tell only that one man was watching.  I wouldn't have minded if more men
noticed.  I just wanted to avoid having the situation get out of control. I
spread my knees apart by stages, a little at a time until they were
fourteen to sixteen inches apart.  That caused my already short skirt to
ride up.  At that point I knew that he could see my exposed sex. An
enormous thrill coursed through my body.  I could feel his eyes on the most
private area of my body as though it were an actual physical touch.  The
heat radiated from that part of my body and I heard my heart beating
excitedly. YES!  That was what I needed!  That was the thrill I sought! I
brought my legs back together at the next stop.  But as soon as the train
left the station and everyone was seated I began spreading them again. 
This time he looked up at me and grinned.  He knew now that it was no
accident, no careless lapse.  He knew that I was intentionally exposing my
pussy.  And he knew that I was aware that he was watching. The next stop
was mine.  I was tempted to stay on the train.  But then I thought about
Mark and how excited he would get when I told him about my day.  If I
walked fast I could have a nice hard cock inside of me in ten minutes or
less! The train came to a stop and I scrambled out of the car and rushed to
the escalator.  I normally let the escalator do the work.  But I was in a
hurry and I rushed up the stairs, hurrying past the passengers who pressed
to the right and allowed those in a hurry to pass on the left. I didn't
even wonder how many people were getting a good look up my skirt until I
got off of the steep escalator and rushed down the street to my apartment
building. On the way up to my floor in the elevator I had a mental image of
myself rushing down the hallway tearing off my dress as I went.  When I
arrived at the apartment and opened the door I almost screamed in
frustration.  Mark was not alone. Mark and his guest looked up when I came
in.  I don't know what his guest must have thought when he saw me.  But
Mark knew just exactly what was on my mind.  He smiled and got to his feet.
He took me in his arms and said, "Calm down.  This is Dr.  Collins.  It was
his brother I called about getting you deprogrammed.  He is a psychologist
working with veterans at the VA Medical Center.  He called me today and I
told him all about our problem." Dr.  Collins stood up when I came in.  I
held out my hand and we greeted each other.  I think he heard the edge to
my voice.  He smiled and said, "Your case is fascinating.  I'm not sure
that I can help.  But there is a chance.  I have done a lot of work with
hypnosis, which in many ways is very similar to subliminal suggestion. 
They are both the planting of an idea in a person's subconscious mind.  I
have worked with some local surgeons helping people who, for one reason or
another could not be anesthetized for surgery.  The results have been
astounding.  I have also been working with veterans suffering from PTSD. 
Unfortunately the results in that area are not as impressive.  So I can't
offer you any guarantees.  But since you have been so amenable to
subliminal suggestion I think that the chances are very good that I can
help you." We sat and talked for over an hour about the recent changes in
my behavior.  I also admitted, once I felt more comfortable with Dr. 
Collins, which I didn't necessarily want to reverse all of the suggestions.
I wanted to be safe.  But I was enjoying some of the changes that had been
made in me.  So was Mark. He suggested that I could still enjoy much of
what I now enjoyed without being compelled to submit to anyone to my
possible detriment.  My inhibitions had been whittled away and he had no
intention of making me more inhibited.  I could, hopefully, begin to choose
between those behaviors that were exciting and those that might place me in
jeopardy.  I would still be free to flash strangers on the subway, but say
no if they ordered me to follow them home.  I would still be free to have
sex with my co-workers.  And I need not even let them know that my free
will had been returned to me. I knew that it wouldn't be the same.  But he
was right.  The way I was now was dangerous.  I pointed out another
problem. I might be difficult to hypnotize at the moment.  I was highly
agitated, highly aroused from the subway ride home. Dr.  Collins laughed
and said, "Actually, it would probably be easier if you two were to adjourn
to the bedroom for a little while and took care of that.  You will be much
more relaxed and much more susceptible to suggestion post coitally." After
a brief discussion, Mark and I got to our feet.  We were on our way to the
bedroom when I saw the pages that he had gotten from Ian, the list of
suggestions that had been reformatting my brain.  I never did look at that
second page.  Just out of curiosity I picked it up and looked at it.  I was
shocked and disgusted by what I read.  The things that Ian had reprogrammed
his machine to put in my brain were beyond perverted.  I was so thankful
that Mark discovered the recorder before I started listening to them for a
long period of time.  As it was I had only been exposed to the new
instructions for one night and that was apparently not a sufficient amount
of time.  In addition to the original instructions he had added statements
regarding sex with animals and sex with children.  There was one
instruction pertaining to bathroom sex that almost made me vomit. I put the
paper down, shuddering with disgust and said, "I only heard these for one
night.  Thank goodness!" Dr.  Collins nodded.  He smiled and said, "I share
your disgust.  The man who came up with this list would make an interesting
case study." Mark and I went into the bedroom.  I was still turned on from
the subway ride.  But knowing that the doctor was waiting for us out there
made both of us feel a little self conscious. That didn't keep us from
doing what we came in there to do.  It was a rotten job, but someone had to
do it!  We undressed and Mark took me into his arms.  We kissed and held
each other and touched lovingly for a moment.  Then Mark suggested, "Why
don't you lie down and get comfortable and tell me about your day?" While I
did that, he stretched out between my legs and began to work his magic with
his talented tongue.  I could tell when something I did today, or something
that I had done to me, was especially exciting to him.  He was amused by
that first hour at work when my uncle and my cousin had amused themselves,
supposedly at my expense.  The truth was that I enjoyed it as much as they
did. If it had not been for Ian's programming I wouldn't have permitted it
and I wouldn't have enjoyed it.  I had to wonder now if my life would
return to the safe, sane, normal humdrum life I had been living.  I hoped
not. Mark was also turned on by the interaction between me and my
co-workers when I had exposed myself in my office and allowed Terry to feel
me up in front of my two female co-workers. He wasn't turned off when I
told him about my experiences in the mailroom at lunch time.  But they were
nearly identical to what happened on Friday, except for all the
photographs. I wondered if I could get copies of those pictures.  I would
like to see them and I know that Mark would enjoy them. Mark got a huge
kick out of my interlude with Mrs.  Harris.  As I relived it for him now I
knew that even without my programming I was anxious to repeat the
experience. I finished up with a description of my subway ride home.  I
think that for some reason we both found those simple acts of exhibitionism
incredibly exciting. I had to pause my narrative time after time while I
enjoyed one orgasm after another.  When I was finished with my little sex
story he climbed up over me and we made mad, passionate love and I was
struck by the fact that I had never enjoyed sex with any man the way I did
with Mark.  I'm not sure if he was doing something different or if it was
just because it was Mark and I love him so much. We assured each other that
even if my brain was returned to normal the games would continue.  I was
happy to hear that he remained open to these little interludes and wasn't
jealous in the least. We cleaned up and put on casual clothes.  I was a
little uncomfortable about facing Dr.  Collins again after spending half an
hour or so having sex in the next room.  But he was so relaxed about it
that I quickly forgot my discomfort. I sat on the couch and he talked to me
quietly and calmly for ten minutes.  I began to relax even more.  I wasn't
even aware at first that he had started.  His calm voice relaxed me more
and more.  He talked to me like that and my fears that he wouldn't be able
to hypnotize me began to fade. I am a little confused about the process.  I
don't know if I ever was in a trance like state.  I seem to remember
everything he said to me.  But those things that he said don't seem like
they were geared towards accomplishing the goals we had set for him.  The
session lasted for more than an hour.  I had no concept of time passing.
When he told me that we were finished I was surprised.  I felt like I was
still waiting for him to start.  I didn't feel any different.  But I
realized that I was different when he sat back in his seat, smiled and
said, "Kari, stand up and take off your clothes." I felt a thrill run
through my body at the suggestion.  But instead of getting to my feet I
turned to Mark and said, "I will if you want me to." Both men chuckled. 
Mark asked, "How would you react if told you that I wanted you to do what
said?" I smiled and responded, "He's cute!  I wouldn't mind at all." Dr. 
Collins blushed.  Then he laughed and said, "It is too soon to say for
sure, but it looks like we may have made your sex voluntary again.  I will
be happy to come back if there are still problems.  The brain is a funny
thing and shouldn't be messed with.  I'd appreciate it if you gave me a
call in a couple of days and let me know if there are any vestiges of those
suggestions that remain." I thanked him and then I asked, "Now, back to
your request.  Should I get up and take my clothes off?" Both men laughed
and I'll admit that I was a little disappointed when Dr.  Collins got up
and said, "As tempting as your offer is, my fiancÃ(C) is not as
understanding as Mark is." I got up and gave him a hug.  I kissed him on
the cheek and thanked him again.  Then Mark shook his hand and thanked him.
Finally, Mark tried to pay him for his time and trouble.  He absolutely
refused.  We showed him out.  As soon as the door closed behind him Mark
turned to me and with a very serious expression on his face he said, "We
need to talk." He saw the sudden fear on my face and he smiled.  He said,
"Relax.  I think it's a good talk.  But I have been presented with some
life altering options.  Since you are now a big part of my life we need to
discuss them." We went into the kitchen and after deciding on what we
wanted for dinner we began working together to prepare it.  While we cooked
supper he said, "Gregg called me from Vermont today to set me up with his
brother and work out the details.  After that we talked.  He was telling me
about the company he works for, J.A.M.  Aluminum.  He loves working there
and he told me that as a result of some of the changes he has made they are
going to be expanding their business." I didn't see why this was important
to me, but if it affected Mark in some way then I knew it would affect me.
He explained, "They want to buy my company.  I have registered a few
patents that they are interested in acquiring.  They want to buy my company
and acquire the patents.  They will continue to operate my company as a
satellite of their operation." Then he said, "They want me to come to work
for them in Middlebury." I panicked!  He saw my sudden change in
expression. He put his arms around me and said, "And they want me to bring
my wife with me of course." I wasn't thinking too clearly at the moment. 
His wife?!  Who the hell was his wife?! He saw the confusion on my face and
said, "You will marry me, won't you?" I went a little crazy then.  I jumped
all over him, grabbing him and kissing him.  And then the hormones went
crazy.  I held onto his neck and started crying like a baby.  After all the
crazy things that I had done, after everything that he knew about me, he
loves me and he wants to marry me! He held me and kissed my face for a
moment.  Then he asked, "Is that a yes?" I was laughing and crying at the
same time when I screamed, "YES, YES, YES!!!!" We kissed again and then he
held me away and said, "You will have to quit your job.  We would have to
move to Vermont.  You are okay with that?" I wiped my eyes and smiled.  I
said, "I'm sure that I can find someone in Vermont who will want to look up
my skirts!" He replied, "From what I learned talking to Gregg, that may be
a problem.  He says that he and his friends don't wear clothes a lot.  And
they have sex in all sorts of combinations all the time.  I guess they must
wear clothes sometimes, though." I said, "I suppose I can find a job in
Middlebury.  But it may take a while.  I am just out of college and don't
have a lot of experience.  Can you support us while I look for a job?  What
will your job be?" He smiled and said, "That won't be a problem.  They are
creating another vice president position to handle the expansion.  That is
going to be my position.  With my pay and my perks I'll be making around
three hundred thousand a year.  But the pay isn't important." I laughed and
said, "Three hundred thousand dollars sounds pretty damned important to
me!" With a straight face he said, "They are paying me more than a hundred
million for my company and those patents they want.  I'm only going to work
so I'll have something to do.  And you won't be able to get a job.  You
will be in something they call EPOD.  You aren't going to believe this. 
But I think you'll get a kick out of it." Epilogue The company sent their
jet down once the details had been worked out.  They flew us to Vermont and
we stayed with Gregg and his wife, Mouse, in the fucking mansion they had
recently purchased. I loved everything!  I loved the state, it's beautiful
and the people are really different.  I mean that in a good way.  They
think for themselves and they are amazingly tolerant.  I know I'm going to
love living there. The people at J.A.M.  were like one big family.  I had
never experienced anything like it.  Everyone was so friendly and they made
us feel instantly welcome.  While we were there we bought a house near
Gregg, Mouse, and their good friends Brad and Jan.  The company president
is building another mansion next door to Gregg's house.  They are all
located in a small subdivision of incredibly expensive homes that is
becoming something of a company housing area.  Another wonderful couple,
Mike and his wife Chaz are in the process of buying a house in the same
area. I loved it there so much I hated to go home and pack! But we did fly
back and get ready for the move.  I went in and gave my two week notice. 
It was a strange but eventful two weeks.  I continued to act as though I
had no choice but to obey all of those people who thought they were taking
advantage of me.  The funny thing was, now that I knew I didn't have to
obey them it was a lot more fun. I met with Mrs.  Harris almost every day
of those two weeks.  She, unlike all of the others, noticed the change in
me immediately.  I love oral sex, both giving and receiving.  I had
discovered on Monday that I really liked eating pussy.  But when she
returned the favor the next day I learned that I was a rank amateur.  When
she was finished driving me crazy with her tongue I returned the favor,
applying the techniques that I had just learned.  Then, when we were
sitting together on the couch and cuddling I asked her if she would give
Mark lessons. Don't get me wrong.  Mark is very good at it.  And it is
obvious that he loves doing it for me.  But Mrs.  Harris, Emily, was the
master.  She smiled and replied, "I would be happy to.  I don't know if
he'll learn anything.  Some guys don't take well to instructions in this
area of endeavor.  But I've never met a man that doesn't enjoy watching two
women making love." I told Emily about the hypnotist and the changes in me.
I told her that she was the only one that I had let in on my little secret.
She found that amusing.  But in the next two weeks we grew very close and
we were both sad when I left for the move to Vermont.  She did promise to
visit once we settled in. And we did manage to get together once before we
left town.  Brad enjoyed the show.  But he also learned a few tricks from
Emily.  It was a very pleasant evening for all three of us. About EPOD.  I
am now a proud member of the J.A.M.  Aluminum family and I love EPOD.  But
if you want to learn more about Executive Pussy on Demand you will have to
read "A Chance to Advance" and its sequels.