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I did not write this first part of the story, however Parts II, III, and
IV are largely my efforts
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The following tale is for mature adults ownly. If you are of an
age that in your jurisdiction it is considered illegal to view this
material then sign off now and go somewhere else. This story
contains scenes of true pornography involving consenting adults of
both sexes and the same sex, It also contains descriptions of sex
between human females and dogs if this is liable to disturb you I
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ENSLAVED...(Formerly Tale of a Bored Housewife) (MMMF, FFFF, BEAST)
The beginning of this story was posted originally about 7 years ago
and made the rounds of various BBS. At that time the title was
ENSLAVED.....I think that title more accurately depicts what
happens to this woman. First she is enslaved by friends and then
by her own passions.
One section of this story was written by another writer who felt he
could not do justice to the incomplete original story. His
contribution is kept within the overall story, but is moved
slightly further back in the story. For those of you who have read
the original parts, all other new parts with that exception have
been written by me. Unfortunately, having gotten this far in the
with the manifest changes being experienced by this woman, I think
this needs some more story and a really punchy ending.
If you have any suggestions please email them to me.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
ENSLAVED
PART I Chapter 1
It was a warm September afternoon. I was walking down
the quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria's
house. It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to
reach down to hold my skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really
in jeopardy but the skirt was considerably shorter than what I
was accustomed to wearing.
Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was
throwing for Dave's boss. He had just started a new job she
really wanted to impress him. Part of his new responsibilities
included entertaining customers. She was going to hire several
college girls to serve food and drinks but she suggested that
maybe I would want to help and in return she would forget the h) 0*0*0* Ԍ$65.00 I had borrowed earlier that month. I readily agreed, the
party sounded like fun. Gloria thought about renting maids
uniforms for us but decided against it, she then asked us to all
wear matching skirts and blouses. She had called me earlier in the
week and told me that mine was almost ready, I had gone over to her
place to try the skirt on. I was uncomfortable with how short it
was but she laughed it off, reminding me that I was about 20 years
behind the times. I didn't want to appear too prudish, I didn't
know any of these people and wouldn't be the only one dressed like
this, besides it was no worse than what many other women were
wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it. I had to admit the
outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red and black checked skirt,
white blouse, red scarf, black high heels and suntan panty hose.
It may have looked all right but it wasn't designed to protect me
from the November gusts I shivered and hurried along the sidewalk.
Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was going
to snow. We stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather
for a moment, until she noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to
begin preparations for the evening. Gloria was busy on the phone
so I did most of the straightening up, setting up the buffet, etc.
About 5:00, a pretty young girl came to the door wearing the same
outfit I was in. We introduced each other; Paula was to help me
serve. She seemed nice, pert, maybe a little impertinent but
friendly enough and I had to admit in that outfit with her figure,
she looked smashing. She told me she was a 19 year old student at
a nearby JC. I said goodbye to Pete and Chris, Gloria's kids, 16
and 14 respectively. They were going to their own party that
night, so they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were actually
the reason for my friendship with Gloria; Chris was my daughter
Karen's best friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had
always scared me, I thought he might be too "mature" for her, but
what could I do?
Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the
guests had just started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to
early forties, they were quite well dressed. There were about 25
people in all, including Paula and I. I was introduced to most of
the guests and was flattered by the interest all took in me
although a little uncomfortable. The women were less friendly,
maybe even condescending. It seems that Gloria had mentioned
something about me to most of them. I was involved in putting away
the guests' coats and serving drinks. At one point I walked by the
kitchen and heard Gloria on the phone. Something caught my
attention and I froze, listening to the conversation......"36 years
old, married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, green eyes, brown hair, has no
idea what's going on. This bitch has never even thought about
anyone other than her husband." At that the party on the other end
must have said something, for Gloria was silent. I was
dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me??
About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there.
She looked startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit h) 0*0*0* Joan this is personal I'd appreciate it if"........I turned and
went back into the living room; the incident seemed strange but I
really didn't think it was important, I could confront her later.
I didn't think she really had been talking about me.
I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a
fireplace in the center. They had used furniture to divide it into
two "rooms"; a family room and a more formal living room. I went
to the buffet table set up in the adjoining dining room and started
helping Paula serve. Occasionally one of us would carry around a
tray of drinks. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable, out of
place. There was an air of excitement in the room but whenever I
got near enough to a group to hear or join in the conversation it
seemed to die; sudden pauses, pregnant silences etc. This happened
several times and I was wondering what was going on. Paula seemed
to fit right in though. When she brought around a tray I saw her
laughing with the main group. One of the men put his arm around in
a manner that suggested they had not just met. Several of them
including Paula looked over in my direction as if appraising me,
then Paula returned and offered to relieve me for a while. This
went on until about 9:30.
Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you to
meet". He introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil, Gloria's
brother. Both men seemed seriously interested in my life, my
family, job etc. and were really probing me for details. This
seemed strange too but a welcome relief from the alienation I had
been feeling up to this point. I took a glass of wine and began to
loosen up.
About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests back
into the living room, saying "it's time folks". Everyone seemed
quite excited at this and I wondered, "what in the world".........I
was on my 2nd glass of wine, (I never drink), and slightly
lightheaded. Phil gently took it out of my hands, took my arm
firmly and guided me to the living room. The chairs and couches
had been rearranged in a semi circle in front of the fireplace. In
the center a long low coffee table had been placed. The guests
were seated or standing around the table. Phil guided me to the
front, I was confused but held his arm. Gloria stood in front of
the table facing everyone.
"This is something I have been looking forward to for a while.
Joan has been interested in Indian rights for some time. She
doesn't know it but tonight she is going to help collect money for
the cause". There was a general outbreak of laughter at that. I
decided that I would prefer to be standing in the back and started
to move but found my arms suddenly grabbed. I froze. "Bring her
up here", Gloria commanded. Paula and Jan (a friend of mine who had
just convinced me to join the church's Garden Club) each took one
arm and pulled me up on the coffee table, I resisted but not too
hard, not knowing what was coming. I was turned so that I faced
the group, my arms still held, and my hair wrapped around Paula's
hand, she forced my head so I had to face the group. h) 0*0*0* Ԍ
Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be too
bad we're just going to auction off some clothing". The room
erupted with laughter. I was numb, too shocked to scream. Gloria
stood next to the table "what do I hear for her scarf?"; some one
offered $1.00, another $2.00, the bidding went up to $5.00. At
that time Gloria accepted the bid, and reached for me, ripping the
scarf from around my neck. I screamed, a hand was clamped around
my face. The scarf was forced down my throat and with my arms held
I couldn't get it out. People started to sit down, they all
appeared to know what was going to happen. "Next up, her blouse",
There was some cursory bidding, Gloria backed up close to the
table, I saw the opportunity and tried to kick her. That was a
mistake. Phil and Craig grabbed both legs. They each took hold of
an ankle. In addition they rubbed their hands up and down my
thighs and up under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other
guests. I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape.
After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil won
the bidding and took it off himself. They bent me over a little so
that his face was level with mine. He reached out and ripped my
blouse down the front, he jerked my arms out, I tried to cover up
but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged. I relaxed and they
straightened me back up. I was held there, up on the table with
just my bra on. I went blank for a moment, the only other man who
had ever seen me like this was Tom......... I never in my worst
dreams imagined this could ever happen. Paula fingered a gold
chain I was wearing. It had a diamond pendant. Tom had given it
to me for our 12th wedding anniversary. It was sold for $5.00. It
was ripped off my neck, the chain breaking at the clasp, and
ripping my neck. Gloria told Paula to hold up my ring finger so my
wedding band could be examined, "she won't be needing that
tonight". It went for a few dollars. I was still kind of in
shock, I was sobbing but was still unbelieving. These things
really don't happen. Again Gloria stepped up. She reached out and
snapped the strap on my bra. "What do I hear for this fine Maiden
Form Brassiere?".... The other guests all laughed at her sarcasm,
they talked among themselves but most of the attention was riveted
on me. The bidding went on. My bra was sold for $20.00. Gloria
didn't make any move to remove it though, I was shaking like a
leaf, what next? "Whoever correctly guesses what size this item of
clothing is shall have the privilege of removing it, however an
incorrect guess costs $5.00". She reached back and looked at the
tag and laughed, "not bad, who's your plastic surgeon?". I was
turned and poked by several guys "so they could have a fightin'
chance of guessing right". Several people tried guessing, on the
third guess Steve's wife Marie said "36D", and Gloria smiled...."we
have a winner". Marie "graciously allowed" Steve to remove the
bra. He took his time. He poked, rubbed and fondled me to the
delight of the crowd for about five minutes. I had lost control by
then, sobbing hysterically. Finally He removed it, and his hands.
h) 0*0*0* Ԍ I had noticed earlier that several people had brought camera's
with them, now it appeared that everyone had. I was turned and
twisted to pose for these people, my hair practically ripped out of
my head to force me to look into the cameras. Paula reached down,
still holding one arm and ripped my skirt up to my waist,
flashbulbs popped. They didn't bother with the formality of
auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a frenzy. I passed out.
ENSLAVED
PART I Chapter 3
When I awoke I was spreadeagled on my back on the coffee table,
feet tied, each to a leg, arms held back over my head by Paula and
Jan, and was surrounded by the guests, Gloria was slapping my
face. When I opened my eyes she smiled "she's ready now" Craig was
standing at my feet. His wife ritualistically unbuttoned his
trousers and pulled them down. She caressed his penis but it was
throbbing, he didn't need much help. When he entered me it was
rough. I screamed into the gag and everyone broke into hysterical
laughter. Craig even stopped and smiled, but not for long. He had
intercourse with me more roughly than I ever imagined possible.
Each stroke seemed to burn itself into my insides. I looked up
once into his eyes and saw a terrible fury there. When he was done
He pulled out and stood up, He moved to the head of the table and
stood over me his penis dripping into my face. He put one foot on
the table next to my face and motioned Paula and Jan to pose on
either side of him like a champion race car driver being
congratulated after a victory while his wife took several
snapshots. They also each put a leg up on the table, their nyloned
legs flanking him as Marion took the shots. I tried to cover up,
Jan grabbed an arm and I was jerked back into a helpless position.
After Craig, the other men began taking turns on me. They blanked
into one another I was only semi-aware when one was done and
another started.
Again I blacked out. I was thinking about Tom and Karen my 14
year old, (and Pete's girlfriend). I imagined myself with them on
the beach during our last vacation. I was warm and comfortable.
In my dream I was warm and comfortable, I thought I saw my son
coming towards me with a cold coke. He threatened to pour it on
me. I awoke with a start to look up into Steve's face as he
rubbed a cold bottle of beer against my crotch. Things were
quieter, the lights had been turned off in this end of the room,
there were several candles lit.
I was no longer gagged nor held down. Steve helped untie my ankles
and his wife Marie gently guided me to a couch. I noticed that
most of the guests were gone, there were several couples sitting at
the other end of the room talking with Gloria and Dave but they
paid us no attention. Marie helped me gather my shoes, panty hose,
bra and what was left of my blouse. My panties were nowhere to be
found. I put on my panty hose and with Marie's help my shoes and
skirt. Steve was still holding my blouse and bra. Gloria noticed
something and walked down to our end of the room. "Steve let me h) 0*0*0* help you with that stuff, It's not fit for Joan to wear anymore so
let's just chuck it". With that Steve frowned but handed her the
clothing and she tossed it into the fireplace where it disappeared
in a temporary resurgence of the dying fire. Marie and Steve
both looked a little sympathetic, they sat on the couch on either
side of me. They were both quite gentle, and after the last hours
I clung to that. The room was warm but I was still shaking
uncontrollably. Steve held me to stop my shaking. For the first
time I could remember I stopped sobbing. I didn't resist when
Steve cupped one breast. He was gentle and I felt a little safer
being held. Marie spoke up. "I saved your wedding ring for you,
want it back? Of course,.... listen though Steve has a fantasy
about this, would you be willing to help him live it? It's a lot
easier than what you've already been through tonight". I nodded
agreement silently. I knew I had no choice and I was more
comfortable here than I would have been if Gloria noticed me again.
And they were so kind, I wanted to preserve that desperately.
Steve reached for my hand and held it while Marie slipped the
ring on my ring finger. Steve unzipped his pants and motioned for
me to pull his member out. I hesitated but when Marie started to
move I reached for it. I took it out, It was hard almost
immediately. Marie guided me to the floor in front of Steve where
I knelt. She pushed my Face down into his crotch and I understood
I was to take it in my mouth. I gagged but did it. After a few
moments she pulled my head back and told me that if I wanted to I
could just use my hand but I would have to let him come in my face.
Dumbly I cooperated. I was in a kind of shock. Every time I tried
to use my right hand she stopped me, I was to only use my left.
When he came he spurted in my face and on my hand which went up to
protect my eyes. He came a lot, it was warm and felt smooth
against my skin.
Flash bulbs popped. I looked left and there were Paula and
Gloria both recording this moment for posterity. Me topless, on
my knees, Steve's cock in my face and cum dripping off my face and
hand (later I was to learn that it was dripping off my ring, that
was the object of the exercise). When Steve finished cumming,
Marie wiped his cock off with my other hand and replaced it in his
pants. They both got up as if I wasn't even there and joined the
other group. I heard a long burst of hysterical laughter. Gloria
spoke up as they left. "Get on your feet and bring us some wine,
and see if anyone wants any dessert." I complied, it didn't seem
like there was anything else to do at the time.
It was about 2:00 AM by then. I served dessert and a little
wine to the remaining guests. I was directed to again remove my
skirt and kneel on the floor under the lamp where they could all
see me, until I was needed. I complied. I tried not to look into
anyone's eyes, I was sobbing again but afraid of making too much
noise. At one point Gloria got up and threw my skirt into the
fire, she also grabbed the arm that I was using to cover my breasts
and jerked away. "Don't you dare cover up". After that they
mostly ignored me in the conversation but would occasionally give h) 0*0*0* me a look of disgust to insure I was aware of my condition.
For awhile I knelt there, leaning back fully exposing my
breasts to avoid Gloria's wrath. I was thinking back through my
entire relationship with Gloria and Dave. I had never seen
anything remotely comparing to their treatment of me tonight. I
had felt that Gloria was occasionally unnecessarily snappish with
me, even rude, but she had always seemed to be a fairly reliable
friend. I had confided in her about marital problems etc. and she
in me. Her cruelty shocked me as did her blatant enjoyment of my
subjugation. I thought about Jan. She had always been a good
friend. She was what men call a doll, small, excellent figure,
pretty face, dark complexion, attracted men like flies but seemed
to ignore them.
Tonight she was acting extremely provocative, enjoying egging
the men on, and directing their energies towards me. She also
enjoyed my subjugation. I never even imagined that she could act
like this.
About 3:30 Paula got up to leave and Gloria told me to help her
with her coat. Standing there in the hallway Paula smiled and
cruelly told me that "I have really enjoyed the evening, haven't
you?" She laughed and told me that she had made a deal with
Gloria, and I was the deal. I would be hearing from her later in
the week, and if I valued my family I would cooperate. She pulled
my necklace out of her pocket and told me she would get it fixed.
Maybe I could borrow it sometime....with that she stepped out the
door and I was left alone in the hallway. Dave came out and guided
me to the basement, he pointed to a pile of blankets and said
Gloria would be down in the morning. I heard that door shut and
the lock click into place. Alone in the dark, I sobbed myself
through the night but didn't sleep. I relived the experience
countless times. Was it real? Why? Why? Why? How could I face the
people I knew. How could I face Gloria and Dave, and the others I
knew I might see again?
About 12 hours later The door opened and the bright light
caused me to squint in pain. Gloria came down carrying some
clothing which she dumped at my feet. "Get up!! Joan I'm not
going to waste time with unnecessary threats. Suffice to say that
I have affidavits from everyone who was here last night that you
got drunk and made a fool of yourself. You made passes at every
man and when they were done you were begging for more. I have
pictures that would ruin your marriage for ever. And finally if you
don't want me to include Karen in our next Soiree, you will do as
you are told. I do require you to sign two papers and then I am
going to let you go. I know you won't be stupid enough to fight
this but just in case."
I looked at the papers. One said something to the effect that
I had agreed to "sell my body" for $65.00. I agreed to serve as
the entertainment at an "adult" party with the understanding that
providing sexual favors would be part of the deal. She had me h) 0*0*0* write my age, name, and measurements on the form in my own
handwriting. She also had me write that I would gladly perform
fellatio and have intercourse with whosoever desired at this party.
And that I understood that although such an agreement was illegal
it would suffice to prove the voluntariness of any sexual
activity. I managed to maintain my composure and although I shook,
I wrote what she wanted. After I had written what she had
originally ordered, she smiled and said let's improve this, "write
that you are married and you know Tom your husband would die if he
knew what you had done, so you asked your husband to leave you
alone for the weekend." Finally she had me write a note to Tom on
the back of the contract. "Tom I decided to see what the rest of
the world was like. I enjoyed what the 11 guys at that party did
to me. Ask Gloria for some snapshots." I complied. Gloria told
me she was sure that she would never have to use this paper.
The other form was a model release which covered the entire
night. It specifically mentioned that the photos were nude, I had
posed voluntarily and that I assigned to Gloria the rights to do
what she desired with them including publication. The total
helplessness of the situation got to me. I broke into tears.
"Joan if you don't sign this in about 3 seconds you will lose the
chance and I will have to protect myself in a less genteel
fashion". I wasn't sure what she meant but decided that I had
nothing to lose by signing the forms. I did and she left.
Strangely she looked at me with almost friendliness in her eyes and
said gently, "Joan things have changed, but you're going to be all
right. If you continue to do what you're told, we will take care
of you." As she climbed the stairs out of the basement she left
the basement door open and opened the back door of her home. I was
looking directly outside.
I stepped out of the light and dressed. She had chosen the
clothes to humiliate me. There was no bra or panties, the sweater
was her daughters, and about 3 sizes too small. The shoes were
mine, the pantyhose mine (it had been washed) but the skirt was
again Chris'. In addition to being too tight it was so short I was
afraid to walk, if I took too long a step I felt I would be
exposing myself to the world. But I did put it on and stepped out
the door to freedom.
Walking down the street to my home I reflected on the evening.
And Gloria's cryptic final remarks, she couldn't think she could do
this to me again? I looked down at what I was wearing and realized
that she might be able to do what she wanted. That was a chilling
thought. I knew I could never go to the police. There was a real
possibility that even if they believed my story, that Gloria could
indeed ruin my life and my families'. I passed by a moving van,
people were just moving into the home. Three guys stood on the
steps. I heard a loud whistle, and another. Realizing they were
for me I smiled involuntarily but stepped up my pace. I felt
embarrassed but flattered. I looked up into the November sky. It h) 0*0*0* was the deepest blue and the brightest sunlight that I had seen in
a long time................
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