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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen Becker o
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Bored Housewife 2 (MF, wife-cheat, sub)
by Roman (c) 1991
**
I numbly reached for the door handle, I was going to just leave, nothing
could be worse than staying. Gloria was standing right outside the door.
She
smiled and told me that she thought I might try and leave, but it would be
easier if I stayed. If I left she and Mona would have to show Tom what a
"slut
he had married." After she and Mona finished talking to Tom I could never go
home again. If I continued to cooperate I would only suffer momentary
embarrassment. I was repulsed at what she considered "momentary
embarrassment"
but knew that I had no choice. We went inside. Most everyone was in the
living room. Tom was there with Mona. He looked up at me. "How are you
feeling?" "Better," I lied. Gloria told Tom that she wanted to show me her
new
crafts room. He laughed and told me to have fun. Gloria guided me up the
stairs. We went up into what had been the attic. It had been remodeled for
her to use for her hobbies. (I was soon to learn that I was a hobby). Once
there Denise soon joined us. Phil was right behind her. "Shall we get
started?" Gloria asked sarcastically. Phil grabbed my arms while Gloria and
Denise pulled my sweater off. As soon as my arms slipped through the sleeves
Phil grabbed them again. They removed my skirt and slip and then, strangely,
Gloria asked Phil and Denise to leave the room.
"Joan, don't talk, just and absorb what I have to say. Go ahead, sit
down
on the bed. Obviously you realized earlier that you have more to gain by
going
along with us than by fighting. What I have in mind for you isn't too bad.
You are going to have to learn to cooperate. If you do, your life will go on
pretty much as it always has. If not, well, I have some alternate plans.
For
the rest of today, relax and try to have fun. I promise you will not be
hurt."
I thought about what she had said. All through my life, from high
school,
college, and marriage I had been a "good girl", a "good wife" and generally
had
conformed to what a "nice" girl should do. Tom had been my "first". I
fantasized about other men on occasion but had never so much as expressed the
thought. I always dressed modestly. The night they raped me I was
terrified,
humiliated, degraded to the point of being sick, but when I thought back
about
it, I started to feel warm down around my vagina. I knew, and she knew, that
I
was going to cooperate. She knew how I felt, degraded but excited.
Dave came in the room. Gloria commanded that I kneel on the floor. I
did.
Phil and Denise came back in. Denise picked up a tape measure and proceeded
to
take my measurements. After she measured my bust I was allowed to replace my
bra. She recorded the measurements on a bulletin board. I noticed that
there
were blanks there so the succeeding measurements could be compared to the
previous ones. Dave looked down the stairs and into the hallway. He
reported
that the coast was clear Gloria led me down stairs to the bathroom. I was
directed to step on the scale. We started back into the attic but Gloria
guided me to her bedroom. She pushed my head down into what had been an old
heating grate, but was now slightly open into her living room. I saw Tom and
Mona on the couch, Mona had her hand on his arm and it was obvious they were
engrossed in conversation. Her skirt had slipped partially off her thigh.
He
was enjoying her company. It was also obvious that she was offering him more
than a platonic relationship. Before I could react Gloria guided me back
upstairs. I was directed to kneel on the floor again while the others
discussed my body. I learned that they thought it was good, but that I would
be sent to "Workout World" to improve it. During the afternoon, I stayed
there, not ignored but not harrassed either. Phil wrote out an exercise
schedule and told me that I would be using it soon. Dave and Phil spent most
of
the time downstairs.
I could hear the kids in another room but they stayed well out of the
way
most of the afternoon. I was terrified that one of them would come in and
see
me like this. Denise mentioned something to Gloria about Tom coming up but
Gloria laughed and assured her that Mona was not going to let him out of her
sight.
Late in the afternoon Denise told me to dress and come on downstairs.
She
took me into the bathroom and helped rearrange my make-up. When I came
downstairs Tom had the kids in the living room and they were preparing to
leave. Gloria asked me to stay. "Tom you don't mind if Joan stays awhile do
you?" He said it was up to me. They both looked at me, but before I could
speak Gloria spoke up, "great, it's settled, Joan promised me she would help
me
bake tonight". With that Tom told me not to stay too late, kissed me, and
left
with the kids.
Gloria brought me into the living room. Mona brought out the bag of
clothing she had taken from my home earlier. Dave and Phil seemed to be
arranging some photographic lights and shades around the Christmas tree. Dave
had several cameras two on tripods, and one with a strange looking lens that
he
was holding in his hand. As soon as they finished arranging things they
looked
at me, expectantly, "Well come on, step up here." I came forward and Dave
"posed me" in front of the tree. "Turn slightly sideways, bend forward
slightly, now with your right hand, grab a handful of skirt and raise it a
little." "Damn it smile!" I was sobbing by now, Dave roughly wiped my face,
and pushed me into the position he wanted. For several minutes we went on
like
this. Finally, Gloria who had been watching silently suggested theat we were
going about this all wrong. "Strip her!!" she commanded, Denise and Mona
proceeded to undress me. They weren't rough, they weren't gentle, they were
just cold and efficient. After I was undressed Dave lay me down on the
floor,
on my side and photographed me in front of the tree. Then he moved me so
that
I was on my back, feet towards the camera, legs spread, and my left hand
(wedding ring) covering my vagina. I was made to pose this way for a while.
Eventually I was allowed to put on some clothing, and I was photographed
for the next couple hours in various stages of dress and undress. I tried on
all the pairs of panty hose Mona had brought, Dave and Phil selected the
shades
they liked. One skirt, my longest, had been slit to the waist, another had
been hemmed up during the afternoon so that it was much too short. They
tried
every combination of clothing and pose imaginable. No blouse, then no skirt,
change shoes, bra on, bra off, panty hose on, panty hose off, change skirts,
remove skirt etc. I wasn't enjoying this at all but I wasn't as scared as I
had been originally. I was still scared and maybe a little angry (although
my
fear overruled my anger) but it wasn't as hard to go along with them as it
had
been in the beginning. I realized what Gloria had done. By making me pose
nude at first, I knew the worst was over and that things had to get better.
It
worked. Both Dave and Phil became quite solicitous, as long as I cooperated
they were gentle.
About 9:30 Dave told Gloria he was done. Mona piped up, "I have one more
idea." I was directed to put on some suntan panty hose, my black heels, and
my
daughters White sweater, but no skirt. The sweater was quite long and
actually partially covered my thighs. Gloria brought me to the kitchen, bent
me over the sink and soaked the sweater with water. She brought me dripping
into the living room. Mona had collected 3 hair dryers and they began
heating
the sweater to dry it, while I was still in it. It took about an hour. When
they finished they repeated the process. Finally they did it again. This
time
before it was totally dry Mona suggested they try some shots. By now the
sweater had shrunk. It was form fitting. It had stretched around my breasts
and was tight on my stomach. It still covered a little thigh.
Dave posed me in front of the tree again. This time he took several
rolls
of film of just this outfit. I knelt, I bent over, I was twisted, and even
took one shot looking straight at the camera, hands underneath my chest as if
I
was offering my breasts. This shot took awhile to get right because they
insisted I smile. It wasn't easy but Gloria's threats and the promise that
they would keep it up until I got it right scared me into trying. The
resultant grimace wasn't great but Dave said it would do. Finally Gloria
suggested the men pose with me. I knelt in front of them, Dave unzipped his
fly and placed my hand around his penis. I began to perform as he wished.
When
he was done he did not put his penis back into his pants, he stood next to me
while I was forced to suck Phil. During this time Gloria took numerous
shots.
Finally they were done.
I was told to kneel in the corner for a while. Mona asked me about the
family photo that we had taken several weeks earlier. "Tom told me that you
are going to send cards this year with that photo on them". I nodded
agreement. Dave looked at Gloria and they both smiled. "Bring us some of
them!" "When will you pick them up?" I replied that they should be ready on
Monday. Gloria ordered me to bring them to her immediately after I got them.
The phone rang, Dave answered it. "Everythings fine, she should be finished
in
a little. Joan, it's Tom." He handed me the phone and I took it. "He
sounded
a little irritated. It's well passed midnight hon, when will you be home? I
didn't think you would stay this long, I wish you would have called, is
everything all right?" As he was speaking Phil had reached over and was
absentmindedly fondling my thigh. Denise tried to smother a giggle but
failed.
I told Tom I was all right and would be home soon. He sounded a little
relieved, I told him not to wait up, He said he would try but in any case to
wake him when I got in. I promised and we hung up. I asked Gloria if I
could
leave.
She told me that they weren't done with me yet. She wanted to get a few
more shots of me with my ring finger wrapped around Dave's penis. I was
posed
again, and again. Finally they were through. Gloria told me to dress, as I
had been dressed when I arrived. I did but Mona stopped me when I started to
put the skirt on. Gloria told me that I was through for the weekend but that
I
had better be back Monday at 1:30 with the family Christmas cards.
"Do you hear me?" "Yes, I heard." "Than you better be here." Gloria
took me into the kitchen where we were joined by Mona. "Joan, I have a few
instructions for you; first you will no longer wear pantsuits or jeans, you
will wear skirts and dresses ALWAYS, second you will no longer say no to a
man,
and third you will use the back door when you are at my home." Do you
understand? I nodded. She sounded gentle so I asked her why.....Before The
words were out of my mouth I was told to "Shut UP!!! In due time you will
learn, for now, just cooperate and you will be allowed to continue your way
of
life." Mona got up to leave. I gathered my skirt in my hand, looked for my
slip with no success, found my purse and headed for the door. "Wrong door
bitch" with that Gloria pointed at the back door. I walked out and found
Mona
waiting out front. She motioned for me to get into her car. I did. She
drove
to my house, once in front I started to put my skirt on. She stopped me.
"Get
out of the car." "I'm not dressed." She reached over and pushed me out, I
was
to scared to fight. Once out of her car I stood there, she had stopped under
a
street light, and put my skirt on. I walked into the house.
On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope. Joan, read me, it
said in large red letters. I opened it and gasped. It contained a blank
diary, but also about twenty pictures taken two weeks earlier. The
photographs
formed a chronological record of my gang-rape. There was a note. "Joan use
this diary to record what happened to you during the last two weeks. Be
detailed, be specific, record your thoughts and your feelings. Bring this
with
you when you come over Monday. You may keep the snapshots. So far you are
the
only one in your family who has seen them. If you continue to cooperate, we
may be able to keep it this way. Sweet Dreams............. Gloria, Mona, and
Denise."
I stuffed the photo's back into the manilla envelope and shoved it into a
cabinet full of junk that no one ever looked into, and stumbled upstairs
sobbing quietly. Tom was sound asleep when I got there. For some reason I
looked on his dresser. There was one of his business cards with some writing
on it, I took it into the bathroom to read. It was a women's handwriting, it
had a phone number, and address, and it was signed Mona...........Not knowing
what could come next, I crawled off to bed. I thought about the day, Tom's
possible relationship with Mona, and Gloria's final orders. I drifted off to
sleep.