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Archive name: badnight.txt (M+/F, wife-cheat, rp, v)
Authors name: Anonymous Author
Story title : Ellen's Bad Night (Revised)

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Ellen's Bad Night
by Anonymous Author


I was married to my ex husband when I was not quite 16, 
my mother was my only parent; my dad left us when I was 
three. My mother signed for me to get married because she 
liked my husband-to-be and felt he would take care of me 
better than her on a waitress' salary. 

John, my ex husband, was considerably older than I, a 
worldly 27. I started having sex with him when he fed me 
alcohol spiked Kool-aide till I almost passed out. Being 
young I was convinced I was in love and would do anything 
for him.

Within months of our marriage he started me on the 
occasional threesomes then forced me into gangbangs with 
his friends and buddies from work. After 4 years of this 
I finally was fed up. He could never hold a job, and we 
never had any money or anything else other than a very 
kinky sex life. John and I were divorced when I was 
almost 20. I had (thankfully) completed high school and 
applied to nursing school, where I graduated when I was 
23. 

I took a job working on a MED-SURG ward and met an older 
guy there who was a patient and treated me very nice. He 
sent me flowers and after the abuse from John and the 
groping of horny guys I'd dated since then, I absolutely 
loved it.

We started dating and six months later we were married in 
Las Vegas. Gary was 54, and owned his own Wholesale Auto 
Brokerage Company, and had a beautiful house. While we 
couldn't be considered millionaires the business was 
strong and financially sound. For the first time in my 
life money wasn't a concern. I was able to drive a Caddy, 
a 97 STS, my home was bigger than anything I could have 
imagined...with five bedrooms, three baths, large study, 
family room, etc.

But after being married for just about 3 years I started 
to get bored. I don't know why I felt this way, maybe 
deep down inside I missed something from the old days 
when I had been with multiple partners, or maybe Gary 
just wasn't that exciting in bed.

Gary went out of town every week to car auctions in 
bordering states, we live in Oklahoma. One night I was in 
the mood for a little partying so I got dressed up and 
went to a bar not far from where I lived. Looking back I 
realize that I'd drunk way too much. I danced all night 
and had sex with a guy in the back seat of my car. And 
after that night I was hooked on the excitement.

I started going out one night a week, usually Thursday, 
when John was out of town. Sometimes I had sex with guys, 
sometimes I didn't. I loved the attention, the excitement 
of not knowing what would happen, and the dancing too. I 
loved it when the guys would fondle me, especially in 
front of their friends, and I really enjoyed teasing the 
guys. 

Over a period of time I became "hooked" on the aggressive 
type of guy. I think I craved a strong man, which Gary 
wasn't, somehow it excited me to be treated roughly by a 
strong man. If a guy I was dancing with was a proper 
gentleman -- or not very aggressive I'd soon lose 
interest in them.
 
This led to some sexual experiences that, if I had of 
tried to resist, I don't believe the guys would have 
stopped. These incidents greatly excited me and I 
actively sought out these types of encounters on a 
regular basis.

That summer afternoon I spent more time out visiting 
patients than I'd anticipated and it was near 7 p.m. when 
I finished. I decided to stop for a drink at a bar I had 
spotted on the way to my last patient's home. Walking in 
and ordering myself a Tom Collins I made myself 
comfortable at the bar. After an hour or so, a half way 
decent country and western band started up and I accepted 
a dance request from a handsome guy at the bar.

This bar was your basic Bar-Bar. Nothing more that a 
place to drink booze, no frills, a blue-collar bar in a 
somewhat rough neighborhood. Most of the men and the few 
women there were dressed in blue jeans and western 
shirts. I was dressed in my nurse's uniform not having 
had a chance to change.

Several rough looking men came into the bar and it was 
obvious that they were friends of the guy I was dancing 
with. They moved to a table and after few minutes, my new 
friend Ron, came back from the restroom and asked me for 
another dance. I agreed and after the dance he invited me 
over to the table where his friends were sitting eyeing 
us. After introductions we settled into some conversation 
and continued drinking.

I danced a lot with Ron and all of his friends and in the 
process ended up getting very drunk. I realize now 
looking back on it, that I stayed because I was really 
too drunk to leave, even though I knew I should have 
called a cab. The guys had started getting pretty touchy-
feely by then...not that I was really complaining but I 
was spending more time fending off their hands than 
dancing by then. Finally I decided to sit at the bar just 
with Ron but as we sat together by the long wooden bar I 
found that I had to push Ron's hand away from my breasts 
too.
 
I noticed over the next hour or so that lots of men in 
the bar were checking out my breasts. That was not 
unusual, guys in bars do that to me a lot. But this time 
it seemed to be something more, it made me slightly 
nervous. Finally I had to get up to go take a pee. Upon 
entering the bathroom I glanced at myself in the mirror 
and could hardly recognized myself: my blouse was 
untucked and the buttons were undone almost to my naval 
exposing my white satin bra. No wonder everyone was 
staring at me, I thought.

After trying to get myself straightened out I returned to 
the table and thanked the men for the drinks and dancing 
and told them I had to go. They all seemed disappointed, 
and Ron told me he would walk me too my car. 

Once we reached my car Ron kissed me and I returned the 
kiss. He fondled my breasts but I pushed his hands away. 
I unlocked the car door and Ron went to the passenger's 
side. I'm not sure why, but I unlocked the door for him. 
He again moved to kiss me and I found myself returning 
the kiss. I allowed him to touch my knee and could feel 
him slide it up my thigh. His other hand moved to my 
blouse and fondled my breasts again.

I'll admit it, dancing with all those guys, the drinks, 
and the kissing had got me pretty aroused by then. I'll 
also admit that I was giving some thought to fucking Ron 
in the back seat if kept it up much longer. I allowed his 
hand into my blouse. We continued to kiss for several 
more minutes and he finally succeeded in unbuttoning my 
blouse and unhooking my bra.

As his hands went to my now bare breasts, the coolness of 
the air on my nipples hardened them immediately. Breaking 
the kiss I pulled away and told him I that had to get 
home, trying to tease him, make him worry a little that 
he might not get any that night.

But suddenly one of the guys from the bar was looking in 
through the window at us. I tried to cover my breasts and 
was surprised when Ron grabbed my hands and held them 
together in one of his. I heard the backdoor driver side 
of my car open and felt the car move as several people 
climbed in. 

"Ellen said she has to go home guys. She enjoyed teasing 
us and having us buy her drinks. Now she wants to run out 
on us, don't you Ellen?
Quite drunk and very nervous I replied, "I just need to 
go home."

"You're not going anywhere honey till you give us some of 
that pussy of yours," Ron said in a menacing voice.

I jerked my hands free from his grip and slapped him 
across the face. His face immediately reddened with 
anger. One of the guys in the back said, "Ron's getting 
beaten up by a little bitch."

Ron immediately said, "Nobody hits me, especially a 
little bar whore!"

Ron slapped me hard across the face repeatedly. I could 
taste blood in my mouth and my vision became even more 
blurred. I tried to cry out but he kept slapping me. I 
brought my hands up to protect myself but they were 
grabbed by one of the men in the back seat. Ron slapped 
me several more times, which completely dazed me. Then 
numbly I felt him tugging and tearing my uniform blouse 
and felt cold air on my shoulders as he ripped it off me.

"Damn bitch, you do have some nice tits."

I struggled to focus on what was happening but I was 
dazed and drunk. But I could feel Ron's hands roughly 
fondle then squeeze my breasts. One of the men in the 
backseat pulled my hands back tightly behind me and pain 
shot through my shoulders. 

"Come on Ellen, lets have some fun," Ron said as he 
started pinching my nipples harder. Pain shot through my 
breasts, I felt tears welling up in my eyes and I knew 
that my make-up would be running down my cheeks. (I think 
that I was more worried about my make-up at that moment 
than what these men had in mind for me.)

Ron fumbled with the switch to the car seat and I felt 
the back recline. The man behind me continued to hold my 
hands down, moving them above my head. Another guy who I 
couldn't see finished pulling my bra off. I felt Ron 
start tearing at my uniform skirt and then at my panty 
hose. My nipples were still sore and I was totally in 
shock. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Sure 
I'd messed around with plenty of men in the past, but I'd 
never been taken against my will before.

The cool air on my skin as Ron ripped my panty hose off 
brought me back to reality and I started struggling 
against him again. I succeeded in getting a hand free and 
tried to scratch Ron's eyes out. He grabbed my hand and 
said, "Hold her fucking hands Bill!"

"Damn I am trying Ron, but this little bitch is a 
fighter," he responded as he tried to hold me down.

"Hang on, I can cure that real quick," Ron said.

Then Ron forced my legs apart and undid his blue jeans 
fly. He pulled me down in the seat and roughly grabbed my 
waist and began to finger my vagina. 
"Damn honey, you're not all that wet, this is going to 
hurt!"

I again tried to break free but this time his buddy Bill 
was ready and twisted my hands above my head. This caused 
terrible pain and I thought he was going to break both of 
my hands. At the same time I felt Ron's dick press 
against me, then it pushed a couple inches.
 
"Turn loose of her Bill, let me have her," Ron said.

I felt Bill release my hands and I immediately began 
struggling and trying to push Ron off. "That's it baby, 
fight that dick," with that statement he pushed a couple 
more inches into me.

I pushed and fought as hard as I could but Ron was too 
big for me. After a couple minutes I was exhausted. Ron 
just smiled down at me and said, "Feel better now baby? 
That cunt of yours feels good wiggling on my dick." Then 
he pushed into me deeper and then started savagely 
slamming in and out of me.

I was exhausted and lay passively under him until I felt 
his body stiffen and felt the wetness of his climax 
inside me. He rolled off of me and Bill grabbed my hand's 
holding me in the seat. I could see Ron pulling up his 
pants and buttoning them.

"Okay, who is fucking the little bitch next?" Ron asked. 
I tried to pull away from Bill's grip.

"Come on babe, save some of that fight for the fuck will 
yeah. Bill reached over and cruelly twisted my right 
nipple. Pain shot through my breast and I gasped at the 
discomfort. I struggled to pull away from Bill but was 
unable too.

"That's better Baby, now you're learning."

I heard the rear door open and in a second the driver's 
door open. I felt jarred as one of the other guys from 
the bar was there and quickly unbuttoning his pants. 
"Come on Ellen, you going to give me some of that pussy 
too?" he said forcing my legs apart and just as quickly 
entering my sloppy-moist pussy. He began slowing sliding 
his cock in and out of me. I couldn't move, I was being 
held again.

"Nice cunt Bitch, tight but wet!" he said, then he began 
biting my exposed breasts and neck. The pain made me move 
but with him on top of me and Bill still holding my hands 
there was nothing I could do. I opened my eyes as Ron 
reached out again and twisted my nipple. I jerked and 
tried moving away.

"Hey, that feels nice when you do that too her Ron, pinch 
it some more, she squirms around and tightens up on me." 
Ron laughed and continued to twist my nipple until I was 
too exhausted to fight it anymore. Tears were streaming 
down my face and my whole body hurt. my newest assailant 
continued to ram his cock in and out of me until I felt 
his body tense and he climaxed inside me.

"Mmmm, damn good pussy, huh Ron?" he said, panting. Ron 
laughed in agreement.

Done with me for the moment he rolled off of me and 
another guy quickly took his place. I had resigned myself 
to being raped by all of Ron's friends and was laying 
passively in the seat. I felt the next guy fumble around 
and then he slid his cock into my cunt. I was so sloppy 
with two men's come in my by now that he just slipped in 
with no resistance. He began sawing it in and out of me 
as I laid passively below him.

"Here Kevin, let me liven her up a little for you," I 
heard Ron say.

I felt a searing hot pain to the outer part of my right 
breast. I yelled and jerked away immediately. Looking 
over I could see Ron holding a cigarette that he had just 
touched to my breast with.
 
"Like that Ellen? Come on, let's do it again." He moved 
the cigarette toward me again. I jerked and moved away, 
and started thrashing to get away from the cigarette.

"How is that Kevin, she moving okay for you man?"

"Hell yes, that is great, burn her again."

Ron touched the cigarette to my breast again and I cried 
out in pain. 

"Come on baby, fight me!"

As the pain shot through my breast I couldn't keep from 
fighting.I twisted, and squirmed and screamed, and beat 
my fists on the man's back but who was fucking me but 
could not escape the pain of Ron's hot cigarette.

Ron removed the cigarette and at the same time I felt my 
current rapist stiffen and climax inside of me, he 
grunted and grunted as he had a violent orgasm. I could 
feel the mixed come dripping under my butt and sticking 
to the fabric of the car seat.

My latest assailant climbed off of me after opening the 
car door. I felt another man climb on top of me but at 
this point I was exhausted and ached all over and didn't 
even open my eyes to see who it was. I felt his cock push 
up into me and he begin moving inside me. I opened my 
eyes briefly to see Ron open up my purse and begin 
tossing things out. He rolled up the bills I had in my 
wallet and stuffed them in his shirt pocket. 

"Thanks babe, we can buy us some drinks now!" Ron said.

I am not sure how long I was raped I know several of them 
did me twice. After Ron finished raping me a second time 
my strength seemed to return from somewhere and I tore 
into him. I scratched him across the face and did my best 
to scratch his eyes out. I felt a blow to the back of the 
head and was dazed by someone's blow. I was dragged out 
of the car on the driver's side.

I was naked from the waist up, my uniform skirt was torn 
and bunched at the waist. My makeup had long since either 
been rubbed off or washed off with my tears. I caught a 
glance of myself in the door mirror and could hardly 
recognize myself. 

"You fucking bitch you're going to pay for that!" Ron 
yelled as he came around the front of the car. 

"Hold her hands." Ron ordered. I felt someone force my 
hands behind my back. Ron stepped forward and slapped me 
hard across the mouth. I again tasted blood in my mouth. 

"That is just a start bitch!" Ron said. Ron slapped me 
again and then said, "Ready for this bitch?" and drove 
his fist into my stomach. I felt my breath escape and I 
couldn't breath. He struck me in the stomach again and 
whoever was holding me from behind released me. I slumped 
to the ground.

"What is the matter Ellen, not feeling so feisty now?" 
Ron kicked me in the stomach rolling me on to my back. 
"Come on babe, cry for me!" Ron yelled.

I was numb, half out of my mind -- the pain was intense 
and I couldn't move. I felt another kick to the stomach 
and then another one. I remember the thought going 
through my mind that I was going to die in this dirty 
parking lot. I remember being kicked several more times 
and then I must have passed out.

I came too with Ron straddling me and a lit cigarette in 
his mouth. "I'm going to burn those pretty tits of yours 
again you little cunt. When I get don with you no one 
will want to fuck you again." He said.

I saw him remove the cigarette from his mouth and 
remember trying to scream but I couldn't. He reached down 
and pulled my left nipple tight and I felt a stabbing 
burning pain as he burnt the underside of my breast. I 
must have passed out again because I came too with him 
slapping my face repeatedly and saying, "Wake up you 
fucking bitch."

He burnt me again on my other breast and then rose up off 
of me. I saw him unzipping his pants and he pulled his 
cock out. I groaned is disappear. He was going to rape me 
again, and in the dirt this time. I closed my eyes 
waiting for the inevitable weight to press down on me.

My whole body jerked as the first steam of urine hit next 
to my head and he adjusted it to hit me in the face. I 
felt another stream and knew someone else was also 
urinating on me. I tried to cover my face, to close my 
mouth. I could taste their piss, they'd hit my open mouth 
before I knew what was coming. After they finished I must 
have passed out again. 

Some time later I came too and slowly looked around. I 
was lying on my back, my skirt still bunched up around my 
waist. I felt a cooling wetness from the men's urine and 
the come inside me was leaking out of me.

I dragged myself to my car and somehow managed to drive 
home. After a long bath I tried to attend to the bruises, 
cuts and burns all over my body. I was covered with 
bruises all over. I had numerous cigarette burns on my 
breasts, my left eyes was black and my ribs and stomach 
ached.

I told my husband on the phone the next morning I was 
going to my mother's in Missouri and would be gone for 
about two weeks. When I returned the bruises were mostly 
healed and the burns were mostly scabbed over. I avoided 
being seen in the light around my husband and he never 
questioned me.

I still go to bars and flirt but I really watch how much 
I drink now and have had no problems in the last four 
months.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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