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Our First New Home
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young couple buy their first new home and are forced 
through the use of an experimental drug to become sex 
slaves to the couple next door, and a lot of other 
people too. (MF, nc, drugs, mc, exh, oral, anal, bi, 
orgy)

***

My husband and I stood outside of our new home and 
hugged for a moment before entering for the first time 
as home owners. It was a nice, large home in a very 
upscale neighborhood. Our home was built from stone and 
brick and it was like new, inside and out. We had been 
married for three years and worked hard to save enough 
money for a good down payment. The monthly payment was 
large and seemed to stretch out for the rest of our 
lives, but it was not much more than we had been paying 
in rent for our small apartment. Actually, with the 
income tax deduction that we received for the interest 
on our mortgage we would come out ahead.

My husband, Dave, works for a major aircraft 
manufacturer. He is an up and coming engineer and he 
loves his work. He is paid quite well for it too. His 
hours are long and he has to travel entirely too much. 
But he tells me that he is just 'paying his dues' and 
gathering credits towards a more stable life. I didn't 
like all of the absences, but I understood and I was 
being patient.

I worked in an office as a low level secretary, well, 
more of a clerk typist actually. The plan was that I 
would work a little longer, until the new house was set 
up and furnished the way we wanted. Then I was to 
become a housewife, and soon after that, a mother. We 
figured that if I needed to I could always find another 
job somewhere. The place I worked now was a terrible 
place to work. They treated the people badly and there 
was never a morning that I didn't dread going into 
work.

My name is Donna. I am twenty-four. Dave is two years 
older than me. We met in college and not long after we 
started dating we each realized that we had found the 
partner we were looking for. We were engaged within a 
year and living together in a tiny apartment off 
campus. I decided that I really wasn't interested in a 
college degree and my time would be better spent 
bringing in a little money to make our lives a little 
easier. So I dropped out of school and went to work. My 
parents were actually relieved. They weren't rich and 
had a lot better things to do with the money than buy 
me a degree in Art History.

We had already started moving into our new house, just 
a few boxes at a time of little stuff. But we had just 
come from closing on the house. Now it was official, we 
had just joined that large group of people known as 
mortgagees. At least that was what we were called on 
the mountain of paperwork.

We went inside and went through into the backyard and 
sat down near our new swimming pool. Fortunately the 
previous owners had left a small collection of lawn 
furniture. We sat and relaxed and held hands and just 
enjoyed being home owners. It had been a stressful 
morning. The idea of being this much in dept with the 
stroke of a pen was somewhat intimidating.

We couldn't sit for long though. We had the move all 
planned out. We were going to pack and move everything 
ourselves in Dave's pickup truck over the next few 
days, everything except the bigger, heavier stuff. When 
the only things left were the big heavy stuff we were 
going to hire someone to do that for us. Then we would 
take inventory and see how well our old furniture 
looked in the new house and what we had to shop for to 
make it our dream house.

We were anxious to get it over with, so we got up and 
drove to our apartment which was about a ten minute 
drive. We already had a lot of boxes packed and we 
loaded the truck up and then we loaded the car up. We 
made three trips before we decided to call it a day. We 
had only been married for three years. You wouldn't 
think we would have been able to accumulate this much 
stuff so quickly!

A lot of what we were moving was boxes of books. Dave 
and I both loved to read and we both had book 
collections. It didn't take a whole lot of books to 
make a box heavy.

After our third trip of the day it was late afternoon 
and we decided to spend the rest of the day in the new 
house. We had already moved the bed and that had to be 
put together and I started putting stuff away in the 
kitchen.

It was hard work, but we were actually enjoying it.

I was startled by the doorbell and went to see who was 
at the door. When I opened the door I was all but 
overwhelmed by a large, smiling man. He introduced 
himself and said, "Hello. My name is Roy. I live right 
next door. My wife, Ann, just sent me over to tell you 
that supper is ready. I was ordered not to come home 
without you."

Dave had come out from the bedroom and he came to the 
door and I introduced him to Roy. I tried to explain to 
Roy that we were dirty and sweaty and in no condition 
to go visiting. He would not be denied. Dave and I 
looked at each other and shrugged. We stepped out onto 
the front porch and Dave locked the door and we were 
escorted next door by Roy.

Roy and Ann were in their mid forties. They were both 
outgoing, friendly people and we instantly felt welcome 
in their home. Ann had made lasagna and garlic bread 
and the smells coming from the kitchen were making my 
mouth water.

We had left our house so quickly that we hadn't even 
thought to wash up. Roy showed us to the bathroom and 
after we washed up we sat down to the best lasagna I 
ever ate. There was also a most delicious red wine. I 
wasn't much of a drinker. Not that I had anything 
against it, I just didn't like the taste of most of the 
drinks I had tried. But this wine was fantastic.

We ate and drank and talked for a couple of hours. It 
was like our new house came with best friends! Roy and 
Ann were both attractive people, both educated and had 
a book collection that put our own to shame. They also 
had a hell of a movie collection and a huge plasma TV 
that must have cost as much as my car!

We thanked Roy and Ann and went back to our messy new 
house. We quickly put some sheets on the bed and were 
sound asleep by nine PM.

The next morning, Saturday, we got up early and after a 
couple of cups of coffee out by the pool we drove back 
to the apartment with a truck full of the boxes we had 
emptied last night.

By the end of the day there was nothing left but the 
big stuff, our dressers and a sofa and love seat and a 
few large sets of bookshelves.

We put things together as much as we could and then on 
Monday I called a mover and told them what I needed 
moved and how far it had to go. Because it wasn't much 
and it wasn't far they squeezed me in on Wednesday and 
it only cost an arm and a leg.

By Friday, after a lot of late evenings spent unpacking 
and putting things away, we had the house almost the 
way we wanted it. We decided to buy entirely new living 
room furniture and we needed dining room furniture 
since we hadn't had a dining room in our old apartment. 
We had bought a whole new set of patio furniture and 
the pool area was now just what we had pictured it in 
our minds when we first saw it. 

On Saturday, as we had arranged a week ago when we were 
having dinner with the new neighbors, Roy and Ann came 
over to spend the afternoon around our pool. I had 
bought some huge steaks and made a nice salad and a 
potato salad. 

At the agreed upon time our neighbors came through the 
gate between the two back yards and Dave almost choked 
on his beer when he saw them. Well, when he saw Ann. 
She was wearing the tiniest, most revealing bathing 
suit I had ever seen in my life! And it looked very, 
very good on her.

I elbowed my husband and he reeled his eyes back into 
his head. Roy was trailing behind, he was carrying a 
small cooler and he had paused to close the gate. Ann 
came up and gave us both a hug, totally ignoring our 
shock at seeing so much of her. 

She was sexy and vivacious and if she had not told me 
her age last week I would have sworn she was still in 
her twenties. She was in better shape than I was!

There were two little patches covering her nipples and 
another patch not quite covering her obviously shaved 
pubic mound. I was wearing a nice, sexy little bikini, 
but she made me feel like I was fully dressed.

Roy came up and set his cooler down and hugged me and 
shook Dave's hand. He was slightly more modestly 
attired in a spandex bikini. I found it impossible to 
ignore the bulge in the front of his suit. It looked 
immense. 

I don't know what they were drinking; it was in a 
pitcher, nestled in the ice in their cooler. They told 
me what it was called but I didn't recognize the name 
and I don't remember it now. Roy insisted I have a 
glass of it though, and it was delicious. I wasn't even 
sure that it had alcohol in it. Roy refilled my glass 
several times. Dave was even talked into switching from 
his beer to their special concoction and he seemed to 
enjoy it too.

We sat and talked. Just like last week, our neighbors 
dominated the conversation, but it was very pleasant 
and we almost reached the point that we could ignore 
the way they were dressed. Right up until Ann asked me 
how I liked her new suit. I had to admit it was the 
hottest thing I had ever seen. She told me that she had 
found it on the internet and ordered several of them. 
She said that she would love to see me in one, and 
before I could put a stop to it, all three of them were 
urging me to accompany her back to her house to try one 
of them on. Dave seemed particularly anxious to see me 
in one.

I don't believe that I am any more modest than the 
average girl on the street. I like to wear miniskirts 
and tight jeans and sexy tops. I wouldn't call my 
bikini modest. But I really didn't want to try on one 
of those extremely revealing suits. Somehow, though, I 
ended up following Ann through the gate to her back 
yard and into her bedroom. She pulled out two bikinis 
which were similar to her own, and a one piece suit 
which was even more revealing, if that was possible.

As soon as we were in the bedroom she reached for the 
catch on my bra and opened it. I felt very self 
conscious, but I tried to act as though this was 
nothing unusual. She pulled the strings on the sides of 
my bottoms and they fell to the floor. I had not been 
undressed by a woman since my mother did it when I was 
a little girl. It really felt strange. 

Ann turned me around and admired my body openly, 
complimenting me on my "perky breasts" and my cute 
butt. I just blushed and tried to reach for one of the 
suits she had laid out on the bed.

She stopped me and said, "You can't put those on yet, 
Donna. You have a little problem we have to take care 
of first."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bathroom. 
She put a towel down on the toilet and sat me on top of 
it. By this time you would have thought that I knew 
what was coming. I guess I had been pretty much running 
on automatic since Ann took over. I seemed to be 
incapable of acting of my own free will when she and 
Roy were around.

Ann sat me down on the towel and before I could scream 
for help she was kneeling between my wide spread legs 
and cutting my pubic hair off with a pair of scissors. 
As she worked she commented on what a beautiful pussy I 
had. That is not something I had ever heard from 
another woman before. 

She worked quickly and it didn't take long, since I 
always keep my light blonde bush trimmed close anyway. 
Soon, my entire patch of hair was just a little 
stubble. Ann stood up and gathered a razor and some 
soap and a wet cloth and returned to force my legs open 
again. 

But she wasn't satisfied and she made me stand up and 
she spread the towel out on the bathroom floor and made 
me lay down on it. It was like I no longer had a mind 
of my own! I let her push me down onto my back and she 
was soon kneeling between my legs again. I was so 
embarrassed about having anyone other than my husband 
touch me there, but I said nothing as she rubbed the 
wet cloth over my genitals and then spread the shaving 
cream all over the area. It may have been just that I 
was so self conscious, but she seemed to spend much too 
much time spreading the cream around my pussy.

She bent down, her face only a foot from my crotch as 
she slowly removed all traces of my pubic hair. When 
she used her fingers to stretch out my labia to keep 
them out of the way a feeling like an electric shock 
coursed through my body that only deepened my 
embarrassment. 

It got worse though. When I thought that she was done, 
all of the hair had obviously been removed, she 
suddenly lifted my leg and pushed it up to my chest and 
checked the crack of my butt, removing a few stray 
hairs from there as well.

She rinsed me off with the cloth and patted me dry and 
helped me to my feet. She stood me in front of the 
mirror and said, "Beautiful! Don't you think so Donna?! 
Damn, I wish I looked that young and sweet!"

I was too shocked to speak, but it did look kind of 
sexy.

She pulled me back into the bedroom and I tried on the 
two tiny bikinis. It was almost like being naked. And 
there are only two places I have ever been naked, my 
bedroom and my bathroom. It was inappropriate to be 
naked anywhere else.

Before I had a chance to say no, Ann pulled the strings 
on the second bikini and it fell to the floor. She 
picked up the little one piece and straightened it out 
with difficulty. She bent down and made me step into it 
and she pulled it up over my shoulders and tied it 
behind my neck. She pulled the two tiny strips of 
nearly transparent cloth out away from my body and 
straightened them out and then placed them over my 
nipples. These two strips of cloth joined just over my 
slit and became one tiny piece of nearly transparent 
material which just barely covered my slit. From there, 
a string went up between the cheeks of my ass and then 
split off to go around my waist and attach to the front 
of the suit. 

Ann was ecstatic. She was gushing about how sexy I 
looked and insisting that this tiny scrap of material 
was just made for me.

I could see myself in the mirror and I had to admit it 
was really hot. Most of the areas that were normally 
covered by my bikini were now exposed and the stark 
white skin really drew your eyes. I knew that Dave 
would love it. I would be happy to wear it for him too, 
when it was just the two of us. But I never had a 
chance to tell Ann that I couldn't wear any one of the 
three of these suits, and especially this last one. 

She was pulling me back over to my backyard before I 
could make her listen to my stutters. I seemed as 
totally incapable of saying no to this woman as I would 
have been to my parents. 

In less than a minute I was standing in front of Dave 
and Roy, and the looks of lust in their eyes, while 
complimentary, were incredibly embarrassing. Both men 
stood up and Ann turned me around slowly in front of 
them. 

I was certain that Dave would be furious and make me 
take the tiny suit off. Boy was I wrong! He loved it! 
He pulled me close and hugged me and told me how 
beautiful I looked. He made Ann promise to give him the 
web site where she had gotten it so that he could buy 
me several of them.

I was given another large glass of whatever was in the 
pitcher that they had brought with them. It was really 
delicious and whatever was in it really helped to calm 
me down.

As the afternoon went on Roy and Ann continued to lead 
the conversation, often into areas that made me 
uncomfortable. They were very open about their 
sexuality. But it seemed like the more of that drink I 
sipped the less embarrassed I became.

In fact, after a brief dip in the pool I noticed that 
the suit was nearly invisible. My nipples and slit were 
totally on display. And I just ignored it.

Roy made two trips back to his house during the 
afternoon to refill the pitcher. Dave and I were both a 
little tipsy. Neither Dave nor I noticed that we were 
the only ones drinking from the pitcher.

We took several more dips into the pool during the 
afternoon. I wasn't even self conscious about my 
invisible suit anymore by late afternoon. Whenever we 
were in the pool Roy would tease me and get me laughing 
and there must have been a dozen occasions that I had 
to pull the strips of cloth back over my nipples 
because they had slipped off.

I noticed that Ann was just as playful with Dave and he 
was having a ball. I also noticed that when we climbed 
out of the pool the large bulge in Roy's trunks was 
barely contained. I couldn't help staring, and I 
couldn't help wondering what that oversized tube of 
flesh would feel like stroking in and out of my tight 
pussy. My hand had brushed against it several times as 
we played in the pool and, I suppose thanks to the 
drinks I had been sipping all afternoon, I had to 
really fight the urge to wrap my fingers around it and 
see just how big it would get if given the chance.

After a couple of hours, we were already on the second 
pitcher of drinks, Ann stood up and said, "Listen guys, 
this is silly. Roy and I never wear swim suits and 
these things don't cover anything anyway, would you 
guys mind if we took these off?"

Before I could make a sound Dave said, "I think that's 
a great idea!" Then he turned to me and said, "Come on 
baby, that thing looks hot on you, but it doesn't 
really cover anything anyway. Let's go skinny dipping."

I am sure it was the drinks; because I am just not the 
kind of person that skinny dips. But for some reason I 
didn't mind at all when Roy stood up and stripped off 
that small, tight suit he had been wearing, exposing 
that incredible cock to the sunlight. Then he stepped 
behind me and untied my suit behind my neck and slid it 
down over my hips and helped me step out of it while 
Ann was helping Dave out of his trunks, exposing his 
more average sized, but erect penis.

I watched in amazement as Ann smiled and put her hand 
around his cock and said, "Oh my, that's a nice one. 
Donna, you are a lucky girl indeed. Roy's, as you have 
probably noticed, is quite large and can take some 
getting used to."

I was indeed noticing. I was staring at it. I was 
unable to look away as it twitched and grew slightly 
right before my eyes. But then Roy picked me up and 
tossed me into the pool and dove in after me. 

We were soon wrestling around in the water again while 
Dave and Ann sat in the shade and talked, ignoring us.

Roy's hands were all over me as we played around and he 
even placed my hand around his now hard cock and for 
some reason I couldn't pull my hand away. I knew it was 
wrong, I was embarrassed. But Jesus it felt nice! It 
was so long and thick and hard and smooth and 
masculine. I don't know how it happened, but soon I was 
backed up against the pool wall and his cock was 
rubbing my slit and somehow my legs opened up and his 
cock slid into my pussy effortlessly. I was certain 
that it would be painful, but he went very slowly and 
gently and our eyes stayed locked on each other and it 
just felt so damned good. 

When Roy started pumping his large organ in and out of 
me, driving me crazy, I glanced around briefly and saw 
that Dave and Ann were totally ignoring us. I don't 
know why I allowed it; I don't know why I didn't stop 
him. I was terrified that Dave would turn this way and 
see Roy and it would we be obvious that we were having 
sex in the pool, not twenty feet away from them. 

Roy whispered in my ear, "You don't have to worry about 
Dave, keep watching."

I kept watching Dave and Ann and I noticed that her 
hand was moving up his thigh. I was at a loss when she 
suddenly stood up and dropped her chair cushion at his 
feet and drop to her knees and in an instant she had 
his hard cock in her mouth. I didn't know what to feel. 
I was relieved because now he couldn't be mad at me. I 
was also surprised to find that watching them was very 
arousing. And I loved the cock which was slowly 
pounding my pussy into submission.

Roy saw that I was about to start getting vocal and he 
put his lips over mine and we began to kiss 
passionately. I knew this was all wrong. We weren't 
swingers or wife swappers or whatever they were called 
now. 

We were happily married, almost newlyweds in fact. I 
had certainly never entertained the idea of having sex 
with anyone but Dave and I was sure he hadn't either.

I couldn't think anymore. I just went with it. It was 
all too much for me. Strutting around in that tiny suit 
all afternoon, the sexual conversations, the playing 
around in the pool, and most of all those delicious 
drinks, it was all too much. I started screaming into 
Roy's mouth as I came, one orgasm right after the 
other. I had never had multiple orgasms before and I 
was as limp as a rag when I felt Roy finally cum in me 
with two or three brutal, final strokes which nearly 
knocked the wind out of me.

After Roy came in me, he left his softening cock inside 
of me and we turned sideways so that we could both 
watch Dave and Ann more easily. He was obviously just 
about to cum in Ann's mouth and she seemed anxious to 
drink his cum. 

Dave tensed up and grunted loudly and I watched Ann's 
cheeks expand as her mouth filled with cum and then she 
would swallow and repeat the process. I should have 
been furious; I was amazed that I only felt aroused as 
I watched.

I felt the muscles in my pussy clamping down on Roy's 
large cock and then releasing, and I felt his cock 
growing again. Meanwhile we watched as Ann traded 
places with Dave and he ate her to several loud 
orgasms. They must have known we were watching, and 
listening, but they acted as if they were all alone.

Roy started walking out of the pool with his cock, hard 
now, still buried in my oversensitive pussy. He carried 
me to a nice soft grassy area and laid me down without 
ever letting his cock come free of me.

Soon he was plunging in and out again, and it was 
heaven. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the 
sensations for several minutes. My eyes were shocked 
open though, when I felt a hand, and then a mouth on 
each of my nipples. I looked up and saw Roy above me, 
supported on his strong arms and Dave and Ann, each 
with a nipple in their mouth. There must surely have 
been something besides alcohol in those drinks because 
I would never have consented to this sort of sexual 
behavior. But I did now. In fact, it was the most 
exciting thing that had ever happened to me and I never 
wanted it to end.

I put an arm around Dave's neck and another around 
Ann's and I held on tight as Roy gave me one giant 
orgasm after another. He finally came again and while I 
was cumming with him that last time Dave moved his lips 
up to mine and kissed me, lovingly, passionately. I 
cannot adequately describe the feelings I had at that 
time. The love, the arousal, and the complete and utter 
satiation unlike anything I had ever felt before. For 
some reason I didn't even feel embarrassed anymore.

Roy finally pulled out of me and rose to his knees. Ann 
took Dave's place at my lips and kissed me lovingly and 
told me how sexy I was. Then she pulled me up and 
guided my lips to her husband's cum covered cock. I 
can't explain how I allowed them to make me do such a 
disgusting thing. No, that isn't right; they didn't 
"make" me. They presented me with the opportunity and I 
opened my mouth and took as much of Roy's cock into my 
mouth as I could. As I licked and sucked at his cock, 
Ann was caressing my hair and my face with one hand and 
her husband's cock and balls with the other. Dave was 
kissing my neck and my shoulder and toying with my 
sensitive breast and telling me how sexy I was. 

Roy's cock was rapidly growing in my mouth and I was 
awed by his recuperative powers, not to mention the 
size of his very large organ, which looked a whole lot 
bigger when it was right in my face. I let the three of 
them have total control over me and soon Roy's hard 
cock was pushing further and further into my wide 
stretched mouth.

Dave moved his hand down to my very well fucked pussy 
and easily slid several fingers deep into me while at 
the same time his thumb rubbed against my sensitive 
clitoris. I reacted by taking even more of Roy's large 
cock into my mouth and I felt Ann's hand on the back of 
my head, urging me to take even more. I didn't think it 
possible, in fact, I knew it wasn't possible, but 
suddenly I found myself with my lips stretched to the 
limit around the base of Roy's fat, nine inch cock! 

The amazing thing was that I didn't panic. With all of 
the stimulation I was receiving I was nothing but a 
sexual puppet at that moment. I pulled back to the tip 
of Roy's cock and drove back down again. Each time was 
easier and I was actually feeling pretty proud of 
myself.

I felt his cock twitch in my throat and I knew that he 
had begun to cum in my throat, but he pulled back and 
rested just the tip of his cock on my lips and Ann and 
I worked together to finish him with our hands.

This was the third orgasm I had given Roy in the last 
half hour and I was amazed at the volume of cum that 
filled my mouth and oozed out around his cock. He 
finally pulled away and I swallowed his load thirstily, 
something I had never done for my husband.

Once I had swallowed, Ann used her finger to scoop up 
what had dripped down my chin and feed it to me. I 
sucked her fingers clean and she pushed me forward to 
lick up the last few drops on the end of Roy's cock. 
Then she pulled me back and kissed me again. I had 
never, until this evening, kissed a woman this way. I 
had never even imagined that I would. For some reason 
though, I was enjoying it. I was enjoying everything.

Roy stood up and pulled us all to our feet, one at a 
time. We walked slowly back to our seats and had 
another of those delicious drinks.

I cannot explain how we were now able to sit around, 
totally naked, and talk casually, laugh and joke and be 
comfortable. I didn't feel the least bit self conscious 
now, or the least bit guilty for having sex with Roy. I 
didn't seem to feel the least bit jealous about 
watching Dave and Ann either. 

As the afternoon wore on I was struck that Dave was 
just as susceptible to direction from Roy and Ann as I 
had been. We seemed to do anything that they wished, 
whether it was something that we would normally have 
permitted or not.

Roy took me twice more before Dave cooked the steaks. 
And each time was just as magnificent as the first, and 
the second. And each time, near the end, Ann and Dave 
came over and joined us. 

One time Ann lay down beside me and held my hand and 
Dave made love to her right beside me as Roy drove me 
crazy with his large cock yet again. And after each 
time he took me, I was presented with his cock to 
clean, which I did without hesitation.

I noticed that after Dave had made love to Ann she got 
him to eat her pussy clean. Something that I know he 
would never have done with me.

At a little before five PM Roy suggested that Dave cook 
the steaks and he promptly rose and started the gas 
grill. Ann suggested I should set the table and I went 
in and got the plates and flatware and set the table 
out on the patio. Then I set out the salads and in ten 
minutes we were all eating a delicious meal. 

I noticed that everything seemed so much better this 
afternoon. The sex was better, the food was better, the 
drink was fantastic and for some reason I seemed to 
feel love for the two new neighbors that I was meeting 
today for only the second time. I found that I wanted 
to do everything I could to please them.

I guess that's why I didn't refuse when Ann pulled me 
out on to the lawn again and laid me down on a lounge 
cushion and started making out with me. We kissed and 
touched and I was a willing participant. I followed her 
lead and did all of the wonderful things to her that 
she was doing to me. 

As we made love I noticed out of the corner of my eye 
that the guys were standing nearby, watching with new 
erections as Ann turned around and for the first time 
in my life I tasted another woman's pussy. I cannot 
explain why, but I felt compelled to please her and I 
licked and sucked avidly at her pussy and, I loved it! 

We both had several orgasms before Roy pulled us apart 
and pulled me to my knees and took me from behind. 
While Roy fucked my more than willing pussy, Dave knelt 
in front of me and I sucked his seven inch cock easily 
into my throat. It just seemed that every time I 
thought that things couldn't get more exciting, Roy and 
Ann showed me how wrong I was.

Dave soon came in my mouth and for the first time I 
swallowed it gladly. He fell away then, and watched as 
Roy pulled me up onto my knees and held me close to his 
chest, squeezing my breasts and pulling on my nipples 
and fucking me violently from behind. 

He came again and without even being asked I waited for 
him to release me and then I swiveled around and took 
him cum soaked cock down my throat. He patted my head 
and told me how good I was and as I sucked him clean, 
in the back of my mind there was a nagging feeling that 
I should be resisting everything that was happening, 
but I didn't. I squashed that feeling and glowed with 
the praise Roy was giving me.

What came next was the most amazing thing that happened 
all night. When I had cleaned Roy's cock and balls he 
pulled away and ordered me to lie on my back and spread 
my legs. I obeyed immediately and then I watched in 
amazement as Ann led Dave between my legs and guided 
his head down to my dripping, cum filled pussy. 

My eyes got wide as, without hesitation, Dave greedily 
ate Roy's cum from my pussy. While he was doing that 
Roy knelt over my head and suggested that it would be 
nice if I did the same thing to his asshole. And I did!

Dave ate my pussy until I had another orgasm, then we 
all got up and went back to the patio. Ann suggested I 
clean up the table and they all sat down and watched me 
as I obeyed without question. 

When I had cleaned up the patio and the kitchen I came 
back out and I was given one more drink. As we sat 
around naked and relaxed they again dominated the 
conversation, telling us what a great time we had. For 
some reason, that didn't strike either Dave or me as 
strange. 

They told us that they were going home now, it was 
getting late. They suggested we get a good night's 
sleep because they had a lot of fun planned for 
tomorrow.

For some reason we just accepted that. We kissed them 
both goodnight. I mean that! Both of us kissed both of 
them goodnight!

Then we went to bed and cuddled up and went to sleep. I 
can't ever remember sleeping so soundly either. We woke 
up earlier than we normally might on a Sunday and took 
a shower together. For some reason neither of us seemed 
to have any second thoughts about what happened 
yesterday. We were smiling and happy and kissing and 
touching and we felt no regrets. We felt nothing but 
love.

After our shower we went into the bedroom and started 
to get out some clothes to wear when out of the blue 
Dave said, "We don't need these. I like being naked. 
Don't you?"

I thought about it for a second and realized that I 
did. I liked being naked, a lot! So we went out to the 
kitchen and I made breakfast while Dave got the coffee 
going. Then we took our breakfast out to the patio and 
ate.

As we ate I looked around the backyard and thought of 
everything that had happened last night. I felt a 
twinge of something, I'm not sure what. Deep down I 
knew that what we had done was wrong and totally out of 
character for both of us. As the morning wore on, it 
started to weigh on me more and more.

At about ten Ann came over and she had a glass in each 
hand. It was that same drink we had been given last 
night. She gave Dave and me each one and told us to 
drink up. I tried to tell her that I don't drink in the 
morning but she just smiled and said, "Silly girl, of 
course you do! You do whatever I want you to."

I knew that I really didn't want to drink the drink in 
my hand. But I also knew that I had to. I sipped it 
down and soon the doubts were gone and I didn't even 
remember having them. 

Ann sat down and we joined her at the table. She was 
fully dressed and we were still naked, but for some 
reason that didn't bother either of us. In about 
fifteen minutes Roy came over and handed Dave a couple 
of cases of beer and told Dave to put them on Ice. He 
said that he had enjoyed meeting us so much that he 
wanted some of his friends to get acquainted with us 
too. They would be dropping by shortly.

I started to get up to go get dressed and Ann said, 
"Where are you going, dear?"

I explained that I needed to get dressed but she said, 
"Oh no, dear. You look beautiful just the way you are. 
Roy's friends are going to love you just like that. 
Besides, you really are much more comfortable naked, 
aren't you?"

I found myself saying yes, without even thinking about 
it.

I started to return to my seat but Roy pulled me over 
into his lap instead. I sat down without the slightest 
hesitation and just enjoyed the feeling of his hands as 
he groped my breasts and fingered my pussy. He pulled 
his finger out of my pussy and held it up to my face 
and smiled and said, "Yeah baby, you're ready for more 
fucking, aren't you?"

I smiled and nodded my head, then he held his fingers 
to my lips and I eagerly sucked them clean. Soon 
strange men started wandering through the gate that Roy 
had left open. For some reason it didn't bother me at 
all that I was put to work serving them drinks and 
moving among them and letting them touch me and kiss me 
and do anything they wanted. I don't know how many men 
showed up. By late evening it seemed like the backyard 
was full of people. Ann had brought another pitcher of 
those drinks over and Dave and I had several more 
during the afternoon.

Then, around five PM, I think, Roy led me out to a 
blanket that had been spread out on the grass. I 
noticed two men standing nearby with large, 
professional looking cameras which were both pointed 
right at me. But I didn't mind.

Roy kissed me for a moment and then he said, "Guys, 
watch this, you aren't going to believe it!"

Then he pushed me to my knees and opened his pants and 
I helped him push them down to his knees. He patted my 
head and said, "Okay Donna, show my friends what a good 
cocksucker you are."

For some reason I was anxious to do just that. I 
started licking and kissing his cock and balls and then 
I took it into my mouth and in no time at all I had it 
down my throat and his pubic hair was tickling my lips. 
I started caressing his balls lightly with my fingers 
and taking his cock in and out of my throat as rapidly 
as I could.

I could hear the comments around me as the men watched 
in wonder as I took Roy's huge cock into my little 
mouth and swallowed it so enthusiastically. Roy didn't 
last as long this time as he had yesterday. He came 
pretty quickly, in fact and I felt kind of cheated as 
he pulled his slowly softening cock out of my mouth. He 
saw the look of disappointment on my face and he patted 
my head and said, don't worry baby, all of my friends 
are here and they want to see that you have all of the 
cock you will ever want. You ready for more?"

I was, for some reason. I wanted lots more! I shook my 
head eagerly and Roy stepped out of the way. Then it 
started. It started at five PM and from then until two 
in the morning I had cocks in me. Sometimes it was just 
one at a time, sometimes two. Usually the men fucking 
my mouth would cum down my throat, but sometimes they 
pulled out and sprayed my face. When they did Dave was 
right there to lick my face clean. 

After every two or three times they came in my pussy I 
was laid down on my back and Dave licked me clean, or 
he was put on his back and I was made to straddle his 
face and he would lick and suck the cum out of me. Half 
way through the night, while I was eagerly sucking on 
yet another large cock, someone started forcing a 
finger into my ass. It was covered with something cold 
and it went in fairly easily. I didn't even think to 
tell them to stop. I didn't know why. I would never let 
Dave even see my asshole, much less touch it!

The men were watching avidly as the man behind me put 
one, then two, and finally three fingers into my ass 
and stretched me out. Then his fingers withdrew and I 
felt the head of his cock pushing into me. 

It hurt like hell, but I didn't even consider trying to 
escape him. I continued to concentrate on the cock in 
my mouth as the man behind me plundered my ass to the 
amusement of the gathered crowd.

From then on the men seemed to alternate between my ass 
and my pussy. Except for those times when they used 
both at once. The first time, I was made to straddle a 
cock and take it into my pussy and then the man, a 
large black man, I noticed for the first time, pulled 
me to his chest and held me tight while another man 
knelt between my legs and forced his cock into my ass. 
I was screaming in pain so to shut me up someone filled 
my mouth with cock again. That happened several more 
times that evening, I am not sure exactly how many 
though. 

Everything was kind of a blur. The thing that stood out 
most in my mind was Dave licking me clean, over and 
over. I couldn't figure out why he would do that. He 
had a vacant look on his face, as if he wasn't even 
aware of what he was doing. But I was too busy to pay a 
lot of attention to him.

About once an hour Ann would come over with a glass of 
that delicious drink and Dave and I would gulp more of 
it down quickly and then return to our duties. 

I came to the realization that I was all alone around 
two AM and I slowly and painfully got to my feet. I 
walked over to the where Ann and Roy were sitting on 
the patio. I didn't even question seeing Dave on his 
knees sucking Roy's cock all the way down his throat. I 
stared at him for a moment and then Ann directed me to 
kneel in front of her. I started to kneel on the cement 
but she stopped me and dropped a cushion at her feet. 
Then I knelt and she pulled her skirt up and I ate her 
for a long time as she had several orgasms. I heard Roy 
cumming in Dave's mouth behind me and we were both 
allowed to rest finally. But only for a minute, the men 
that had been filming the entire evening needed to be 
satisfied before they left. 

Dave sat passively at Roy's feet while I was led back 
out to the blanket and the two men took turns fucking 
my ass. When each one finished I sucked him clean and 
then I was led back to the patio and given a last drink 
from the pitcher.

I was exhausted. Under normal circumstances I would 
have been dying to take a shower and go to bed. But 
there was nothing normal about what was happening to 
us. We just didn't realize it.

Roy and Ann finally stood up and told us that we could 
go to bed as soon as we cleaned up the back yard. Then 
they left and Dave and I stood and looked around at the 
incredible mess. There were empty beer cans and bottles 
everywhere. I noticed several large pizza boxes too. It 
occurred to me that we had not eaten since breakfast, 
but I suppose that both of us had a stomach full of 
cum. Maybe that was why we weren't hungry. I started 
gathering up empties while Dave went into the garage 
and came back with a box of trash bags. It took us an 
hour to clean up the yard, and then we were finally 
able to go to bed. I don't know if it was because we 
were so tired, or because Ann hadn't told us to, but we 
didn't even shower first. We just cuddled up, smelling 
of cum, and went to sleep. 

When the alarm went off three hours later we struggled 
up with great difficulty. My entire body was sore. My 
breasts were black and blue and so were my thighs. But 
the pain in my ass and my pussy was what got my total 
attention. I was just about to call in sick. I had 
taken a shower hoping that would help. But it didn't. I 
went out to the living room and reached for the phone 
when I saw a note leaning up against the phone. I 
picked up the note and saw that it was from Ann. 

It was short and sweet. It said, "Dave and Donna, we 
had a great time last night. We are looking forward to 
seeing you after work. Come over after supper, we have 
something to show you. From now on, neither of you will 
be allowed to wear underwear. And we want you to wear 
something sexy, Donna. I know you are tired and sore, 
but no calling in sick. Love, Ann"

I took the note back in and handed it to Dave as he was 
getting dressed. We looked at each other for a moment 
and then he undressed and removed his underwear. 
Whatever it was that had come over us, that had made us 
submit to all of things that we had over the weekend 
was starting to wear off. We were aware of what we had 
done and that it was totally out of character. We were 
just now starting to be embarrassed by it. But whatever 
it was that made us do what our neighbors told us to 
do, it still had enough of a hold over us that we 
dressed as we were instructed and went to work after a 
quick breakfast of cereal.

I can only imagine what kind of day Dave had. Mine was 
totally awful. First of all I was dressed much more 
sexily than normal. As I sat down at my desk and tried 
to do my work, the events of the weekend flashed 
through my mind all day. I was torn between total 
humiliation and arousal. But as the day wore on and 
whatever it was that had taken control of us wore off, 
there was more and more humiliation and less and less 
arousal. 

Around three o'clock I had to run to the bathroom and 
lock myself in a stall and I cried for several minutes 
before I could finally pull myself together. I finally 
dried my eyes and went to the sink and washed my face 
and fixed up my makeup. I returned to my desk and I got 
a call from my supervisor asking me to come to his 
office.

I stood up and walked to the corner of the large room 
with all of the little cubicles that we worker bees 
were confined in. Mr. Jefferson's office was in the 
corner with large glass walls that allowed him to keep 
his eye on us. I knocked on his door and he looked up 
and told me to come in and sit down. He got up and 
closed the blinds on his glass walls and shut his door 
and then came around and sat on his desk in front of 
me. 

"Donna," he said, "I couldn't help but notice that you 
have totally ignored the office dress code today. Stand 
up please."

I stood nervously and looked down at my hands clasped 
in front of me.

"I apologize, Mr. Jefferson, I don't know what I was 
thinking this morning," I almost whispered. It was 
embarrassing enough to be called to his office. To be 
called in for dressing like I was, that was truly 
humiliating. It didn't help that I feared and despised 
this man.

He continued to look me over and then he said, "You are 
wearing a nearly see-through blouse, a miniskirt, and 
no bra. You are not wearing hose either. What else 
aren't you wearing Donna?"

For some reason I was compelled to answer him. "I am 
not wearing any underwear, Mr. Jefferson. I am sorry 
sir."

He stared at me for a moment, and then he slowly 
extended his hand and gripped the hem of my skirt and 
lifted it slowly, until my entire abdomen was exposed. 
And I just stood there and let him. He tucked the hem 
into my waistband and his hand slid down over my belly 
to my bare pussy. His gaze went back and forth between 
my eyes and my pussy as his finger began to rub over my 
crease.

"Nice shave," he said. "Close and smooth. You look like 
a little girl. What are those bruises on your thighs?"

I didn't know what to say. I finally said, "We had a 
party last night and things got kind of out of hand."

"Yes, I can see that," he said.

As he started moving his finger in and out of my very 
wet pussy he ordered me to unbutton my blouse. I 
desperately wanted to turn and run from this room. 
Instead, I did as I was instructed and unbuttoned my 
blouse and let it hang open. 

His other hand pulled it off of my shoulders and let it 
slide down my arms. Then he examined my breasts. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Beautiful, but they look sore. I 
don't believe I have ever seen black and blue tits 
before. That must have been some party. How many men 
did you fuck?"

"I don't know," I said. I had begun to cry quietly. I 
couldn't imagine why I was letting him do these things 
to me. Every fiber of my being wanted to turn and run 
screaming form this room!

"Is your poor little pussy sore?" he asked, a false 
note of concern in his voice.

I nodded. It was. As the day went on I had become more 
and more aware of the aches and pains in my body.

"Well then I won't fuck you today, bitch. I'll let you 
suck my cock instead." 

He stood up and unfastened his pants and dropped them 
to his knees and leaned back against his desk. I 
glanced at the door, which was closed but not locked, 
but I suppose that's his problem. I dropped to my knees 
and took his already hard cock into my mouth and all 
the way down on the very first stroke. He loved it and 
groaned as I sucked his cock just like I learned this 
weekend. He came so quickly that I wasn't expecting it 
and almost choked on his cum. He held my head against 
his stomach and said, "Again bitch!"

So I did. He took longer the second time but it still 
wasn't very long before he filled my mouth with his 
cum. He finally pulled me to my feet and then he turned 
me around and lifted the back of my short skirt to 
examine my ass. 

"Beautiful!" he said. "I want you to keep dressing just 
like you did today. Now get out of here and go on 
home."

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was five minutes 
past quitting time, almost everyone was already gone. I 
straightened out my skirt and put my blouse back on and 
buttoned it up and went to my desk to get my purse. 
Then I walked to my car in a daze.

I drove home. I must have. I found myself parked in my 
driveway. But I don't remember the drive at all. 

I went inside my new house and went to the bedroom and 
undressed and took a shower. Then I collapsed on the 
bed and cried my eyes out. I finally got up and put on 
some loose clothing and went out to the kitchen and 
started supper. Unless he called to say he was going to 
be late I counted on Dave being home by 5:30.

He came in just as supper was about ready and he came 
into the kitchen and hugged me close and asked, "What 
the hell is happening to us?"

I leaned against his chest and started crying and 
replied, "I don't know. Roy and Ann, they did 
something. They drugged us or something, they must 
have. Oh god Dave, it was awful. This whole day was 
awful! I kept remembering things that happened, but 
even now, I still can feel it. They ordered us to come 
over after dinner, and I have to go. I don't know why, 
but I have to."

Dave held me close and said, "Yeah, I know, me too. I 
know what you mean about remembering things. All day 
long I kept remembering the things they made us do last 
night, hell, all weekend! I kept getting sick to my 
stomach and I wanted to go home. But I remembered that 
note and I couldn't leave. But this stuff is wearing 
off, whatever it is. We just have to make sure we don't 
eat or drink anything when we go over there tonight."

I nodded and served supper. We ate slowly, neither of 
us was anxious to go next door. After supper I cleaned 
up and Dave put on some casual clothes and we went next 
door. We knocked on the front door and Ann finally came 
and opened it for us. We started to enter but she 
stopped us.

"Take off your clothes before you come in," she 
ordered. "From now on you don't come over here with 
clothes on unless we tell you to, alright?" She was 
talking in a friendly, welcoming voice, but she was 
talking down to us, like an adult talking to a four 
year old.

We both shook our heads and undressed quickly, standing 
under the bright lights on the front porch. I heard 
cars driving down the road come to a stop. But I didn't 
have the nerve to turn around and look.

Ann finally let us enter with our clothing in our 
hands. We dropped our clothes on the chair when she 
instructed us to do so. Then we followed her into the 
TV room. Roy was in there talking to the two men who 
had been doing the camera work last night.

Roy pointed to the two shot glasses on the table and 
ordered us each to drink one down. Dave pleaded with 
him not to make us drink it, but he just smiled and 
watched. He already knew that we would obey. 

I had tears in my eyes as I picked up one of the 
glasses and tossed it down quickly. I suppose that this 
was what was in the drink we had been consuming all 
weekend. But without the fruity drink to camouflage the 
taste it was terribly bitter. Dave and I both made 
faces as we forced the stuff down and then sat the 
glasses back down.

"Don't worry," Roy said. "Only one of those every 
evening for the rest of this week and that's all."

"What is it?" I asked. "What are you doing to us?"

"Why, I thought it would be obvious, Donna. It is a 
drug that the pharmaceutical company I own has 
developed to treat depression, which has an amazing 
side effect, as we recently discovered during the 
testing. It removes your free will. You lose the 
ability to refuse anyone anything. I mixed in a small 
dose of an experimental aphrodisiac over the weekend to 
make everything that happened a little more palatable. 
But we don't really want you to enjoy yourself too 
much. It is more fun for us when you do things you 
don't want to do because you don't have any choice. 

"We have learned that seven doses of the drug make the 
changes in your mind permanent. So that you have hope, 
I need to point out that there is an antidote, and if 
we ever tire of you we will probably make it available 
to you. But until that time, I am afraid that you will 
both find yourselves compelled to obey any order, or 
even mild suggestion, from anyone. You will be totally 
unable to control it."

"You have probably noticed that as the day went on the 
effects began to wear off. By the end of the week that 
won't happen. You have also noticed that the 
aphrodisiac has worn off my now. If I am a good mood I 
may give you more when I think it is appropriate. But 
mostly it turns me on to think about how much you hate 
what you have to do."

Dave and I stood there stunned while Roy and his two 
friends stood up and undressed. Then they sat back 
down. Roy and one of the camera men were sitting side 
by side on the huge sectional. I watched as the man 
beside Roy ordered Dave to lie down beside him and 
stretch out with his face in the man's lap. I was 
ordered to do the same thing to Roy. When I was lying 
with my mouth around Roy's cock I could feel the hair 
on the top of my head brushing up against Dave's.

Ann picked up the remote control and turned on the huge 
plasma TV. As soon as it came on she started a DVD. It 
was from the party last night. Now, without the haze 
from all of the alcohol and drugs, I could see how many 
men had been there. I couldn't count them, there were 
too many and they kept moving around. I also saw that 
licking me clean had not been the only indignity Dave 
had been subjected to. Several of the men required him 
to suck them off and two men even fucked his ass. I 
hadn't known about that.

Roy said, "I suppose you are wondering how many men 
were there last night."

I murmured a response around his fat cock.

"Well, I was a little disappointed at the turn out. I 
invited an even one hundred men, but only eighty-four 
showed up. Some men have trouble getting out of the 
house on Sunday evening. But to make up for it, nearly 
half of them fucked you twice. You were a big hit 
Donna. The guys loved fucking a sweet, young, drugged 
housewife. 

"It really turned them on, just like it is turning me 
on now. Go ahead and use your hand now. I'm ready to 
cum. But don't close your eyes. There is a camera 
pointed at us right now, I will know. I don't want you 
to miss a minute of the movie these two gentlemen 
worked so hard on."

I started massaging Roy's cock with my hand and in 
moments he was filling my mouth with his hot, nasty 
cum. It was harder now, without the aphrodisiac. The 
vile fluid seemed to burn my throat as I forced myself 
to swallow. 

When Roy was finally satisfied he pushed me away and 
the other camera man called me over. He was sitting 
near Dave's feet with an erection. He ordered me to sit 
on it and ride it, but not to take my eyes off of the 
TV. 

As I bounced up and down on the man's cock, I felt my 
breasts swaying painfully, but Roy seemed to find that 
amusing. When I tried to support them with my hands he 
ordered me to put my hands down.

Roy asked me if anything unusual had happened today and 
I was forced to tell him all about what happened with 
my supervisor. When I finally finished telling them 
about it they all had a good laugh. The man that was 
getting sucked off by my husband finally stiffened and 
held Dave's head tightly and came in his mouth.

Dave gagged a little, but managed to keep it down. As 
soon as the man pushed him away, Ann called him over 
and ordered him to put his head under her skirt and eat 
her out. Roy stopped her though. "No, wait for few 
minutes Ann. Donna's first ass fuck and her first 
triple penetration are just coming up. I would hate for 
poor Dave to miss that."

I watched in horror, remembering the awful pain, as 
some stranger lubricated my asshole in front of the 
large crowd and then forced his cock into me. I could 
hear my screams which were quickly muffled by a large 
cock. 

The movie had been severely edited. It showed everyone 
that was there last night as they fucked my face and my 
pussy and my ass. It showed the beginning and the end 
of every fuck. But a lot of the middle was cut out for 
the sake of time. The entire orgy had lasted nine 
hours. There was a complete record of the evening on a 
collection of four DVDs which would be available for 
sale, as would the highlight version which we were 
watching. 

As we watched, Dave was ordered to go around and suck 
on Roy's cock to get him hard again. He informed me 
that he had not had the opportunity to use my ass last 
night and he was going to do that while Dave ate out 
his darling wife. We continued to watch the TV. The man 
I was sitting on finally came and I was ordered to get 
down and clean him off, without taking my eyes from the 
screen.

As I sucked him clean we got to the part of the movie 
where I was had three cocks in my body for the first 
time. I held the man's cock in my mouth and stared at 
the TV as they showed me in detailed close-ups being 
penetrated by three large cocks. We all watched until 
that scene passed. 

As soon as the orgy moved on Roy, called me over and 
bent me over a large hassock and started playing with 
my ass. Dave, meanwhile, was between Ann's legs with 
his head up her skirt and eating her out. 

Roy started probing my ass, at first with only the 
moisture from my pussy, but later he started using a 
lubricant. When he had three large fingers inside of me 
I could hardly breathe it hurt so much. He continued to 
force his fingers into me and stretch me out for a long 
time. Then he moved up behind me and started forcing 
his large cock into me.

At first I just whimpered in pain. But as he continued 
to force himself into me I started sobbing and crying 
loudly and begging him to stop. I pleaded with him to 
please take it out, promising him anything.

His response was to reach around me and hold onto my 
sore breasts and start fucking me violently as I 
screamed in pain. I heard him whispering in my ear, 
"Yeah baby, scream for me. Let me hear your pain. God 
that feels so fucking good. Every hole in your body is 
hot. Too bad I can't fuck your ear, bitch. Fuck! Your 
ass feels like a vice around my cock, you sexy cunt."

It seemed to last forever. Eventually my ass got numb 
and I found myself able to breathe again. I heard 
another scream and looked around saw that one of the 
men was fucking Dave's ass while he ate out Ann. 

After Roy fucked my ass the other camera man fucked me 
there too. Afterwards I sucked them both clean. Then I 
remained bent over the hassock and watched the TV. But 
I couldn't avoid seeing Dave out of the corner of my 
eye as he finished off Ann and then the man fucking his 
ass came. He was then forced to suck the man clean just 
as I did. 

Before they let us leave we had to lick each other 
clean and then suck each other off. I didn't think I 
could cum, but at last I did. It was the first time I 
had an orgasm tonight, but I didn't enjoy it.

We were given a copy of the movie and told to keep it 
playing on our TV at home and leave it running in a 
loop. They warned us that they had better never hear of 
it being off. Then we were allowed to leave. I asked 
Ann if we could use the back door from now on.

She thought about it for a moment and went to talk to 
Roy, I assume.

She came back in and smiled and said, "Roy said that 
you can start using the back door next week. But this 
week you need to learn humility. Now remember, be here 
right after supper tomorrow. One last set of 
instructions. You cannot talk about this to anyone but 
yourselves. You cannot ask for help from friends, 
family, strangers or police. Now, go! Go home and think 
about all the fun we are going to have with you."

We grabbed our clothes and made a dash for our front 
door. It was dark now, though, and we didn't see 
anyone. 

We rushed inside and took a shower together. We cuddled 
together in bed after we dried off and brushed our 
teeth repeatedly. We tried to come up with some 
options, some way out of this dilemma. By the end of 
the week when this stuff became permanent, we would 
have to come up with something.

I looked at the time and it was too late to call my 
parents. I resolved that first thing in the morning I 
would call my mother and find out just how effective 
this drug was. We finally went to sleep, I cried myself 
to sleep. 

In the morning we took another shower and I picked out 
another miniskirt and another top that was totally 
inappropriate for the office. I made breakfast and then 
sat at the phone and called my mother. My mother didn't 
work outside the home, but she got up early to have 
breakfast with my dad. She was concerned because I 
never called her early in the morning. But I found 
myself calming her and assuring her that everything was 
fine. I found myself totally unable to tell her why I 
called.

I started to leave for work. Dave had already left. As 
I was locking the front door Ann came over and said, 
"You tried to disobey me. You called your mother to ask 
for help. Today you take the bus to work."

I had never taken the bus. I had no idea what the 
schedule was. I knew where the bus stop was, I had seen 
people waiting at the corner at the end of our street. 
I checked to make sure I had money and then walked 
rapidly to the bus stop.

When I got there I saw the bus stop sign, but no 
schedule. I had no idea what bus to take. I got on the 
first bus that came and asked the driver how I could 
get to my office and he told me to get on. He was very 
nice and quite patient. He explained as he drove away 
that I would have to transfer at Foster Boulevard and 
he told me which bus I needed to take. He also told me 
how to get home. I paid him and he gave me a transfer 
and he told me he would call out my stop when it was 
time for me to get off the bus.

I went to an empty seat and moved in to sit by the 
window about four rows back from the driver.

At the next stop three rowdy young teenagers got on the 
bus, threw their change into the glass money bin beside 
the driver and started back towards me. The largest of 
the boys was in front and when he spotted me his eyes 
lit up. He sat down beside me and crowded up against 
me. His two friends sat right behind us.

As soon as the bus moved away from the bus stop, the 
boy's fingers were tracing a circle on my thigh. When I 
didn't object, he put his hand down over my thigh and 
quickly moved it up to rest against my naked pussy. 
When he realized I wasn't wearing panties he turned his 
head back to his companions behind us and whispered, 
"Hey guys, check this shit out!"

One of his buddies stood up and stood in the aisle 
beside us and the other stood and leaned over the seat. 
While they watched, the boy beside me slowly slid my 
skirt up to my waist and displayed my pussy to his 
friends. I felt the blood rush to my face as I sat in 
the bus seat, helpless and totally humiliated. These 
boys were no more than sixteen if they were that. The 
two boys watched as their friend started probing my 
hairless pussy. I could only be grateful that they were 
at least being quiet to avoid drawing attention to what 
they were doing. As the boy beside me played with my 
pussy the boy behind me reached around and pushed his 
hand inside my loose blouse and started playing with my 
breasts. All I could do was sit there and cry.

The bus came to a sudden stop and I heard the driver 
open the doors and get out of his seat and come 
charging back towards us yelling at the kids to get the 
hell off of his bus.

Once the boys were running down the sidewalk the driver 
asked me if I was alright. I quickly covered my crotch 
and pulled my blouse together and nodded, too ashamed 
to look him in the eye.

He leaned down and said, "I'm sorry about that, you 
should have said something. You get off at the next 
stop, are you sure you are okay?"

I whispered a thank you and nodded, still unable to 
meet his gaze.

When the bus got to the next stop I scurried out the 
center door and didn't take a deep breath until it had 
moved on. I started watching for the bus the driver had 
told me would take me to my office and it was the next 
one to arrive. As I was climbing on I heard someone 
yelling, "There she is!" I looked down the street and 
saw the three teenagers that had molested me running to 
catch the bus. But they didn't make it. As soon as I 
was on board the driver pulled away. 

I told the driver where I was going and explained that 
I wasn't familiar with the bus system and asked him if 
he would please tell me where I needed to get off. I 
was finding that when you were a pretty woman in a 
nearly see-through blouse, most men will do just about 
anything for you. He smiled and nodded and I worked my 
way back into the bus. 

This bus, unlike the first one, was full. All the seats 
were taken and most of the places for passengers to 
stand and hang on were also in use. I found a pole I 
could hang onto and tried my best to stand still as the 
bus sped up and braked, sped up and braked through rush 
hour traffic. I noticed that nobody looked at anyone 
else and for awhile it was like being alone in a full 
bus. 

That feeling went away when I felt a hand on my calf. A 
man in the seat beside me was touching my calf. At 
first I thought it was an accident. It would brush up 
against me and then move away. Then come back, almost 
as if the movement of the bus was causing it. 

But when I didn't move the man's hand came to rest on 
my calf and rubbed it gently. When I still didn't react 
he became much bolder. His hand slid up the inside of 
my leg, slowly, teasing me, and teasing him I suspect. 
Until, just like the three teenagers had discovered 
earlier, he found that I was not wearing underwear. His 
hand pressed between my legs, which were splayed 
slightly so that I could maintain my balance in the 
moving bus. So he had free access to my pussy. 

He took full advantage and was quickly pushing two 
fingers in and out of my wet hole. I did the only thing 
I could do. I closed my eyes and listened for the 
driver to tell me that we were at my stop. I couldn't 
understand though, why something that was so 
humiliating could be so stimulating. If I had not been 
informed of my stop when I was, if I had had to go one 
stop further, I would surely have had an orgasm at that 
man's hands. And I never even saw his face.

I got off the bus and rushed to my office nearby. The 
first thought that went through my mind was to wonder 
if busses were always a hotbed of sexual molestation. 
The second was to look at my watch and realize that I 
was ten minutes late. Mr. Jefferson was going to have a 
field day with that.

I rushed to my desk, but when I looked up I saw Mr. 
Jefferson watching. I was busted.

I put my purse away and as soon as I sat down he was on 
the intercom calling me into his office.

I rushed to his office and knocked on his open door. He 
waived me in; he was on the phone with someone else as 
I came in. As soon as I was inside he hung up the phone 
and stood up. I apologized for being late. I told him 
that I had to take the bus this morning and that I had 
not been familiar with the schedules.

He looked me over, approving of my outfit, obviously. 
He asked, "Is your car broken down? You know that is 
not an acceptable excuse."

"No sir," I said.

"Then why did you have to take the bus?" he asked.

I was having trouble breathing. I wanted desperately to 
make something up, but I was unable to do anything but 
answer with the truth.

I moaned at the effort to find some way to say this 
that wouldn't reveal my dilemma, but I couldn't. 
Finally I said, "My next door neighbor made me take the 
bus as a punishment."

Just then the door opened and Mr. Taylor, who was Mr. 
Jefferson's boss, came in and closed the door. 

Mr. Jefferson invited him to sit down and turned back 
to me and asked, "Why are you allowing your next door 
neighbor to punish you?"

This presented a terrible dilemma. I was not able to 
lie or refuse to answer. Yet I had been ordered not to 
tell anyone about my situation and ask for help. Then I 
realized, I would get no help from Mr. Jefferson. I was 
able to answer him after all. It was almost a relief. 
Well, a relief heavily tinged with terror.

I tried to organize my thoughts and then I said, "My 
husband and I are being given a drug by our next door 
neighbors. Because of this drug we have to do whatever 
we are told. We have no free will. This morning I tried 
to call my mother and ask for help, even though I was 
ordered not to. Somehow my neighbor found out and 
ordered me to take the bus to work as punishment."

Mr. Taylor asked, "Why are you able to tell us and not 
your mother?"

"Because," I answered, "I know that you won't help me."

Mr. Taylor smiled and said to Mr. Jefferson, "Dean, I 
believe you have struck gold!"

Mr. Jefferson walked over to the blinds and closed 
them. Then he locked the door. He turned to me and 
said, "Today's the big day Donna. I have wanted to get 
my dick in you since I first laid eyes on you. Now get 
those clothes off, and it's OK if you take your time."

The men looked at each other and grinned widely, then 
turned to watch me as I unbuttoned my blouse and 
slipped it off. I tossed into the chair beside me and 
then I removed my miniskirt. I slipped my shoes off and 
slid them under the chair and then waited for whatever 
was going to be next.

Mr. Taylor stood up and removed his suit coat and set 
it aside. Then he had a sudden inspiration and he 
pulled out his cell phone and made me pose for several 
lewd pictures. He set the phone down beside him and 
pulled his pants and shorts down past his knees and 
then picked up the phone again and ordered me to my 
knees in front of him. I moved into position and took 
his cock into my mouth. It was large, but not as large 
as Roy's, so I had no trouble taking it into my throat 
as he took pictures with his phone. 

While I was sucking off Mr. Taylor, Mr. Jefferson took 
the opportunity to explore my ass and my pussy with his 
soft sweaty hands. Mr. Taylor came quickly, calling me 
all kinds of dirty names while he did. I gathered that 
he had never been taken into anyone's throat before and 
he found it to be particularly stimulating.

As soon as Mr. Taylor pushed me away, Mr. Jefferson 
ordered me to stand facing his desk. He walked up 
behind me and bent me over his desk and forced his cock 
into me with no preliminaries. I grunted in pain and he 
chuckled at my discomfort. 

He fucked me brutally; it was truly a rape in every 
sense. And as he raped me he talked quietly, telling me 
how much fun we were going to have from now on. He 
called me nasty names; he told me that I was now the 
official office whore. All I could do was lay my head 
on his desk and cry quietly until he finished. 

He fucked me for a good fifteen minutes before he 
grabbed my hips roughly and slammed into me two or 
three more times and then filled me with his cum.

I waited for him to pull away and then I dropped to my 
knees and sucked him clean. 

"Do you always have to do that?" he asked, obviously 
amused.

"Yes sir," I answered.

Mr. Taylor stood up and ordered me to bend back over 
the desk. He was hard again and he wanted to try out 
some of my "sweet young pussy" for himself. Mr. Taylor 
appeared to be in his late fifties and he was morbidly 
obese. I couldn't decide if I was rooting for or 
against him having a heart attack. 

After Mr. Taylor came in me I cleaned him up and then 
they turned me around and looked at my abused pussy.

Mr. Taylor said, "Still looks like a nice tight cunt to 
me. But she can't even go to the restroom leaking cum 
like that."

Mr. Jefferson said, "Yeah, she'll be dripping cum all 
over the office."

Mr. Taylor said, "Well, there's only one solution. 
Donna, scoop that nasty mess up with your fingers and 
eat it."

They probably thought I would be upset. They didn't 
know how much cum I had been forced to swallow in the 
last three days. I wasn't fazed in the least by the few 
little fingers full of cum these two old farts had 
deposited in my pussy.

I scraped it up and brought it to my mouth and licked 
my fingers clean several times, until they were 
satisfied. Then I was ordered to dress and get to work. 
I was informed that I would be working an hour overtime 
to make up for the ten minutes I was late and the fifty 
minutes that they had been fucking with me.

I dressed quickly and made my way to my cubicle and 
tried to concentrate on my work. I realized, after a 
while, that the harder I worked, the more I 
concentrated on my computer, the less time I spent 
dwelling on the hell I found myself in.

During my lunch break I called Dave and told him that I 
would be at least an hour late getting home and telling 
him not to worry. He asked what was wrong, but I 
couldn't tell him in here. People in the other cubicles 
can overhear conversations easily. I told him I would 
explain when I got home.

I was left to my work for the rest of the day. I worked 
quietly until everyone had gone home. I still had an 
hour to make up. I thought that was terribly unfair, 
but then, that didn't really matter did it?"

I expected Mr. Jefferson to call me to his office again 
before I left. Instead, I was working at my computer 
when the janitor stopped in my cubicle. He never said a 
word. He just unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his 
long, black cock and said, "Suck it, bitch."

I had been working so hard that I hadn't even heard him 
until he spoke. I spun around in my chair, startled and 
saw his large black cock hanging out of his pants. I 
looked up at him and he just stood there waiting. As I 
leaned forward to take him into my mouth I saw Mr. 
Jefferson leaning over the wall of my cubicle, taking 
pictures with a digital camera.

I felt the janitor's cock growing rapidly in my mouth 
and soon it was at least as large as Roy's. But it 
wasn't so much larger that I couldn't take it into my 
throat. His cries of pleasure as he watched a young 
white married woman swallowing his cock were very loud 
in the empty office. They rang in my ears as I sucked 
as enthusiastically as I had been taught. Because that 
was the only way I was allowed to do it.

He seemed disappointed when he finally filled my mouth 
and throat with his slimy cum. He must have wanted it 
to last a lot longer. Then, without a word he put his 
cock away and patted me on the head and went back to 
work, thanking Mr. Jefferson as he went by. Mr. 
Jefferson was soon sitting on my desk and leaning back 
while I sucked him off. He had apparently found it 
arousing, watching me suck off the janitor. He came 
quickly and then zipped up and told me to go home. He 
told me I had better not be late tomorrow, or things 
would get really interesting.

I turned off my work station and took my purse out of 
the drawer and rushed out of the building. I didn't 
even go to the restroom to rinse out my mouth. I was 
too anxious to get away. 

As I was leaving work I started towards the parking 
area where I normally parked before it suddenly hit me 
that I had taken the bus. I went down the block and 
crossed the street to the bus stop going back toward my 
house. I knew which busses I needed to catch this time 
and I was finally able to breath a sigh of relieve when 
I was safely on the crowded bus. 

I had forgotten how eventful my morning commute had 
been. Before very long it started again. I was standing 
in a press of male bodies, rocking back and forth with 
the motion of the bus, when I felt another hand on my 
leg. I moaned in disbelief. Surely this can't happen to 
me every time I get on a fucking bus!!!!

I wondered if it was just me. I saw other women 
scattered here and there throughout the bus. They did 
not appear to be getting molested. Was there a sign on 
my back? Or was it because my nipples were visible 
through my blouse and my miniskirt ended just below my 
ass?

I stood still as the hand moved up my leg, slowly, but 
not in the least hesitant. When I had not turned to 
slap him at the very first touch he must have assumed 
that I was enjoying his attention. He soon had two 
fingers sawing into my pussy and I was starting to 
really enjoy it. I enjoyed it so much that I almost 
missed the stop where I had to get off to catch my 
other bus. I rushed off the bus and stood in the dark 
with several men, all waiting for our busses quietly. 

One of the men kept staring at me, but I assumed it was 
because of the way I was dressed. My bus finally 
arrived and I got on and handed the driver my transfer. 
I made my way back to a window seat and collapsed into 
it in relief at being able to sit down at last. Just 
like this morning, this bus was not even half full. So 
I was surprised when a man sat down beside me. I 
recognized him instantly from the bus stop. 

He stared at me for a minute, looking at my breasts, my 
nipples. Then down at my just barely covered crotch. He 
smiled at me suddenly and said, "I watched you on the 
first bus. I saw what that guy sitting beside you was 
doing. And you just let him!"

I didn't say anything. What could I say?

The driver had turned out the interior lights when the 
bus started out and now, in just the light from the 
passing street lights, the stranger beside me reached 
over and squeezed my breast softly. I did nothing. 

That was all the permission he needed. He slowly 
unbuttoned my blouse to below my breasts and reached in 
to play with me, squeezing and pulling on my breasts 
and my nipples for a while before turning his attention 
to my pussy. He left my blouse gaping open and reached 
down to lift my skirt up. He stared at my pussy for a 
moment. Then he said, "Here, hold this out of my way."

I raised my hand and grabbed the hem of my skirt and he 
reached between my thighs to explore my pussy, which 
was still very moist from the previous molestation on 
the first bus. 

"You like this?" he asked. "You like letting strange 
men look at you and touch you?"

I answered that the most honest way that I could, "My 
body likes it."

He wasn't sure what to make of that. But he really 
didn't seem to care, he was having fun. He ordered me 
to put my free hand on his cock and caress it. I was so 
involved in what I was doing that I didn't pull the 
cord to get off at my stop. I had to walk back two 
blocks to my street. By the time I got home it was 
after six and Dave was worried sick.

We were both too upset to eat but I insisted that we at 
least have a salad. I didn't want Dave getting weak or 
sick or something.

While we ate I told him everything that had happened to 
me today. It took a long time. Finally we couldn't 
avoid it any longer and we undressed and walked next 
door. I saw people around, but it was dark and I don't 
think anyone noticed us.

Ann already had the bright porch lights on and she left 
us standing there for a long time after we rang the 
bell. I heard people walk by on the sidewalk while we 
waited. I knew that they could see us. All we could do 
is stand there wait, with our back to the sidewalk, and 
hope nobody noticed that we were naked. 

Ann finally came to the door and let us in. She led us 
back to the TV room and today it was just the two of 
them. We gulped down our drugs and then Roy bent me 
over the hassock again and while he fucked slowly into 
my pussy, which was wet and relaxed from all of the 
abuse on the way home, I had to tell them all about 
everything that had happened to me today. As I 
described my day, Ann undressed and sat back down and 
put Dave's tongue to work.

They kept asking embarrassing questions, they wouldn't 
accept a simple narrative of the events. They wanted 
details. They wanted to hear all about my emotions, my 
reactions, the reactions of others, every minute 
detail.

Ann came several times over the half hour or so that it 
took me to tell my story. Roy came just before I 
finished and stayed buried in my pussy while I talked. 
He started getting hard again just before I finished 
and started fucking me again. 

Ann was finally satisfied and pushed Dave away. Since 
he had nothing to do, Roy ordered him to crawl between 
his legs and lick his balls while he fucked me. I saw 
the pain in Dave's face when he stood up. But he 
complied. He had to. Just like me, he had no choice.

They finally let us go home around eight. We sat in the 
living room where the DVD of the orgy from Sunday night 
was playing in a continuous loop on the TV and tried to 
console each other. But I didn't think I could go on 
like this for much longer. Suddenly I knew what I 
needed. I grabbed Dave's hand and pulled him to the 
bedroom and held him close and said, "I need to be made 
love to. I am tired of being fucked."

There wasn't a lot of preparation needed. We had been 
naked for hours and my pussy was certainly well 
lubricated. I stretched out on the bed and Dave licked 
his way up from my ankles. I tried to stop him, but he 
smiled wanly and said, "It really doesn't matter much 
anymore Donna. All that matters is us and that we stay 
together and find some way to get out of this 
eventually."

He returned to licking his way up my cum drenched 
thighs and licked me clean. Then he concentrated on my 
pussy and I started cumming quickly. I spent so much 
time lately being aroused and stimulated, mostly by 
total strangers, that I seemed to cum much quicker than 
I did before this all started.

I had a couple of very nice orgasms before I reached 
down and pulled Dave up on top of me. We kissed and 
made love passionately for a long time. When he could 
finally take no more Dave collapsed beside me and I 
didn't hesitate to lean down and take him into my mouth 
and clean him.

We both stank of cum, but we were exhausted, too tired 
to shower. We fell asleep in each other's arms and I 
don't think we moved until the alarm went off the next 
morning.

We showered and I looked for an outfit for today. I 
didn't have anymore see-through tops, so I pulled out a 
sundress that had a tank style top which made it 
necessary for me to wear a vest with it. If I didn't it 
would billow out exposing my breasts. It was very thin 
and very short, I hoped it would do. I didn't have 
anything else that I thought would be acceptable. I 
would have to do laundry tonight when I got home.

I kissed Dave goodbye and straightened out the kitchen 
and got ready to leave. I went outside and locked the 
front door and went to my car. I held my breath with 
every step, terrified that I would be ordered to take 
the bus again. 

But I made it to the car and drove off and was able to 
get to work a little early today. 

I went to my desk and put my purse away and got right 
to work. I finished the first document of the day and 
got that little tone that indicated I had email. Except 
for interoffice emails about rules and regulations I 
never get email. I opened the email and saw a huge 
picture of me, sucking the janitor's big, black cock 
last night. I looked around quickly to make sure nobody 
else was nearby and then I scrolled down to see if 
there was any text. 

I scrolled through two more pictures, in the last one I 
had his cum on my lips and was in the process of 
licking it off. Then I reached the text. I was ordered 
to report to conference room one at ten o'clock. I had 
just closed the email when Mr. Jefferson appeared at my 
cubicle. He motioned for me to stand up and he 
inspected my outfit. He frowned, and then he reached 
out and took my vest off of me. He indicated I should 
turn around.

I turned slowly, aware that the sides of my breasts 
were exposed almost to my nipples. When I was facing 
him again he handed my vest back and ordered me not to 
put it on again. Then he lifted up my skirt and looked 
at my pussy and smiled. "Beautiful!" he exclaimed. "I 
have never loved my job as much as I do right now."

"What a coincidence," I thought, "I have never hated my 
job as much as I do right now."

Mr. Jefferson left me alone and I went back to work. I 
threw myself into it and almost forgot about my ten 
o'clock appointment in the conference room. I glanced 
at my watch and saw that I had two minutes to get 
there. It was at the other end of the building, but 
luckily it was on the same floor and I made it at 
exactly ten. I knocked and was told to enter. 

I pushed the door open and saw Mr. Jefferson, Mr. 
Taylor and two young guys from the mail room. 

Mr. Taylor ordered me to lock the door and explained. 
"I believe you have met Jimmy and Dan, haven't you 
Donna?"

I nodded dejectedly.

"The reason I have invited you here is that the 
pictures I took yesterday didn't come out very well. So 
I wanted to get some good ones with a real camera. I 
thought they might be more interesting if you were 
posing with someone and I thought right away of my 
hardworking crew from the mail room. They really 
deserve a raise, but since I can't give them one I 
figured I would let them fuck you today, and any other 
time they feel like it, as long as their work gets done 
of course. So today you are going to pose with them and 
let them have their way with you. And from now on if 
they have some free time they can call you to their 
mail room and you can relieve the stress of there job 
here."

He turned to Jimmy and Dan, both looked like young 
boys. They were probably high school drop outs that 
were getting paid minimum wage or less. I doubt if 
either one is eighteen yet. He said, "Boys, she is all 
yours, take your time and have fun. Just don't tear the 
dress. She needs to be able to work the rest of the 
day."

The two boys headed for me as Mr. Taylor and Mr. 
Jefferson started taking pictures. Suddenly the boys 
didn't look so young. They had excited, predatory looks 
on their faces now. When they reached me they started 
grabbing and pulling, stripping my dress off quickly 
and then attacking my flesh. I don't know if they were 
instructed to do it or not, but they were being very 
rough and seemed to be hurting me on purpose. I was 
soon crying in pain and humiliation as they tortured my 
breasts, pulling on my nipples, pinching my breast 
flesh, one of them tried to lift me off of my feet by 
my nipples!

They took turns undressing, one of them hurting me 
while the other took his clothes off. Then they pushed 
me down onto the conference table on my back. One of 
them bent down and started biting my tits, hard. Biting 
and pulling and making me cry out in pain. 

The other lifted my legs up and started eating my 
pussy. He ate me for a moment, and then he worked his 
tongue down to my asshole and started licking me there. 
He pushed his tongue inside me and then he pulled his 
head back and spit on my hole. Then he stood up and 
pulled me down to the edge of the table and started 
forcing his cock into my ass. 

It hurt, a lot. Spit is not lube and I was not in the 
least prepared to be fucked in the ass. But I wasn't a 
virgin there anymore and I was getting used to being 
hurt by men. Soon he was fucking into my ass brutally 
while his friend continued to torture my breasts. 

All the while I was constantly aware of the cameras 
coming in for close-ups of my face and my tits and my 
pussy. It was horrible. The kid fucking me took his 
time and the other one got tired of torturing my tits 
and pulled my head towards the edge of the table. When 
I was where he wanted me he turned my head and started 
fucking my mouth. He was rough, but he was not that 
large, so I was able to handle it. 

But he wasn't satisfied with raping my face. Every few 
strokes he would pull out and spit in my face, then rub 
the spit around with his cock before fucking my mouth a 
for a few more strokes. I suppose he became bored with 
that because soon he was spitting into my mouth. At one 
point he was dangling a long stream of spit into my 
mouth while the two supervisors got some horrible 
close-ups. 

The first boy finally came in my ass and they quickly 
changed positions. I sucked the first one clean while 
the other drove into my ass. Fortunately I had brought 
him close with my mouth and he came very quickly. As he 
started to cum he reached up and started slapping my 
tits, hard. I screamed in pain, but I had a big soft 
cock in my mouth and the sound was muffled. 

I was made to clean the second cock and then the boys 
were told to leave. I was curled up in a ball on the 
table sobbing, nearly hysterical. But I would get no 
pity from these two. I heard the sound of belts coming 
loose and Mr. Taylor moved into position at the end of 
the table. I started to straighten out but he told me 
to stay curled up in a ball. He slid me closer to the 
edge and then he lifted one of my legs until he could 
access my pussy. He forced his cock into me and then he 
dropped my leg.

He told Mr. Jefferson to use his camera and get some 
good pictures of him raping me. They tried to make me 
smile for the camera, but it wasn't much more than a 
grimace through my tears. I suspect that would be more 
exciting for them anyway. They were obviously turned on 
from watching those cruel boys that they had given me 
to.

Mr. Taylor finally came in my pussy and after I sucked 
him clean he stood back and straightened out his 
clothing. Then he picked up Mr. Jefferson's camera and 
started taking souvenir pictures for him. I just lay on 
the table, still curled up in a ball and waited for it 
to end.

I lost track of time but it couldn't have been long 
before Mr. Jefferson was filling my pussy with cum. He 
came around for a cleaning and then they turned me onto 
my back and both of them took pictures as I ate the cum 
from my ass and pussy for several minutes. They finally 
let me get back to work. It was almost lunch time and 
they informed me that because I had wasted so much time 
this morning I was going to have to work through my 
lunch period.

That was fine with me. I didn't want any free time to 
think about what was happening to me. I went to the 
restroom and cleaned up as much as I could. Then I 
worked through the day, praying that the phone wouldn't 
ring. I was worn out.

I didn't see any of them when I left the building at 
four. I rushed to my car, appreciating it like I never 
had before. Just one day on the bus was all it took to 
make me love this old car.

I drove home and got there at the normal time. I took a 
quick shower and started to get dressed when the phone 
rang. It was Dave. He had to work late. He wouldn't be 
home until eight or nine. We talked for a few minutes 
and told each other how much in love we were. Then I 
called Ann. I explained that Dave had to work late and 
asked what she wanted me to do. 

She told me to hang on and in a few minutes she came 
back to the phone and told me to come on over. 

The idea of going over there alone was even more 
terrifying than going with Dave, though I found myself 
thinking that it was better if he wasn't there. I hated 
seeing what they made him do, it was much worse than 
the things that they made me do.

I was already naked so I went out the door and locked 
up. I walked next door. It was still light out and I 
saw a couple of teenage boys walking down the sidewalk 
towards me come to a stop and stare in amazement.

I rang the bell and as usual Ann made me wait for a 
long time. As I was waiting the boys walked a little 
closer. When they were right out front they stopped to 
stare. Ann finally opened the door. Instead of inviting 
me in, she ordered me to turn around and waive to the 
boys. 

I sighed deeply, then took a deep breath and turned 
around slowly. I waived at the two teenagers and they 
stared for a long time before waiving back. Ann called 
to them from the doorway and invited them over. They 
looked like they were afraid that it was some kind of 
trap, but the chance to get close to a naked woman 
proved to be irresistible. They made their way slowly 
up the driveway and stood just off the porch, staring 
at me.

Ann asked them if they knew of any young men that would 
like to make a little money mowing lawns. They looked 
at each other and one of them said, "Yes ma'am, we 
could use some extra money."

Ann smiled at their enthusiasm and said, "This is my 
next door neighbor, Donna. Donna needs someone to come 
to her house on Saturdays and mow her grass. I think 
you will find it is a fun place to work, because she 
always dresses like this at home, and if you like you 
can even get a little sex education while you are 
there. She told me she thinks teenage boys are very 
exciting. Isn't that right Donna?"

I looked at these two boys. They were younger than the 
kids on the bus had been, probably only fourteen or 
fifteen. I paled at the thought of it, but I could only 
say, "Yes ma'am."

One of the boys looked at Ann and said, "This is a 
joke, right? This is a trick to get us in some kind of 
trouble?"

Ann swore that she was telling the truth, she even had 
the skeptical one step closer and put his finger inside 
of me. 

If it hadn't been so horrible it would have been 
amusing. He slowly stretched out a finger, as though he 
were about to stick his finger in a fire. I spread my 
legs a little and he touched my slit and his finger 
slid right in. We stood like that for the longest time 
and then suddenly the boy's friend pulled him out of 
the way and said, "Let me try that!"

The second boy explored my pussy with his finger for a 
moment and then Ann said, "OK boys, you can play all 
you want on Saturday. We have to go in now because my 
husband is waiting to fuck Donna. See you Saturday!"

The boys sped away, talking quietly between themselves. 
I looked up to see Roy in the window with a movie 
camera. Shit! What he already had was bad enough. That 
little movie could put me in jail. But it didn't really 
matter, in the grand scheme of things. This wasn't 
about blackmail; this was about humiliation and abuse. 
They already owned us. 

Still, I wasn't looking forward to two more people with 
permission to come to my house and do anything they 
wanted to me. Already my work, the job I had planned on 
quitting because it was so bad, had become truly 
unbearable. But I couldn't tell Ann and Roy how 
miserable I was. They would just find some way to make 
it worse.

I followed Ann inside and we went into their backyard. 
They had a nice pool too. It was bigger and fancier 
than ours. It even had a waterfall at one end. There 
was hot tub too.

I looked around fearfully as I stepped outside. 
Wondering how many people would be raping me tonight. I 
didn't see anyone else. 

I was given my shot glass of bitter drugs which I 
gulped down quickly. Then I waited while Roy and Ann 
undressed. I was led out to a chair in the middle of a 
small tarp in the grass. After Ann sat down I was 
ordered to tell them all about my day at work. There 
weren't as many questions this time. I knew what they 
wanted to hear. When I had told them all about my day, 
with Roy slowly fucking my pussy as I talked, Ann 
spread her legs and I was ordered to eat her pussy. 
While I was doing that, Roy continued his nice, long, 
slow fuck. 

Ann came twice before Roy came in my pussy. But after 
he came he stayed inside of me and I continued to eat 
out Ann until she had enough. Then she stood up and 
moved the chair away and went over to the table and 
picked up their digital movie camera again. 

She came over and stood in front of me and ordered me 
to look at her, and to keep looking at her no matter 
what. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew they 
had something on their minds. 

I didn't know what was happening at first. I felt 
something, and it was probably a good thirty seconds 
before I realized that Roy was peeing in my pussy. I 
screamed and tried to pull away but he slapped me and 
ordered me not to move. 

Ann continued to film my face as the piss filled my 
pussy and ran down my legs, pooling on the tarp beneath 
me.

Long after he finally finished and pulled out of me, I 
continued to kneel in that acrid smelling pool of 
urine, crying hysterically. He stood up and moved 
around and stared down at me for a minute and then, 
while Ann moved around for a good close-up, Roy moved 
forward and ordered me to lick his cock and his balls 
and his legs clean.

I couldn't see what I was doing; my eyes were full of 
tears. But I struggled to obey. Ann finally shut the 
camera off and then she moved over and whispered in my 
ear, "Next time it will be in your fucking mouth, you 
stupid cunt!" 

They ordered me to lie down on the piss covered tarp. 
It was already cool. It smelled terrible, and it was a 
constant reminder of what had just happened. They 
ignored me and sat around on the patio and sipped a 
drink until Dave finally showed up. 

He looked at me, worried by my abject appearance. He 
quickly drank the shot of medicine that had been 
waiting for him. Then he was ordered to go over to me 
and piss all over me. They said that once he had done 
that we could go home.

He looked at me; I saw the anguish on his face. But we 
both knew that he couldn't disobey an order, no matter 
how much he wanted to. He stood there for a moment and 
Ann came closer with the camera.

I saw a small amount of pee dribble out of the end of 
his cock. Soon it was a stream and it was playing up 
and down my body. Ann told him to make sure he got my 
face and I closed my eyes and held my breath and waited 
for it to end.

The stream quickly tapered off and ended. Ann made me 
stand up in the middle of the tarp and then she ordered 
Dave to step closer and give me a big hug and a kiss. 
Then she put the camera away and ordered us to 
carefully pick the tarp up and take it to our house and 
clean it and bring it back tomorrow.

We gathered up the corners carefully and Dave gathered 
in the edges and carried the tarp back to our house. He 
carried it into the shower and drained it there. Then 
we rinsed it off and hung it over the shower curtain in 
the guest bathroom.

I had been instructed to tell Dave all about my day 
after we got home. We took a quick shower and then we 
went to bed and he held me while I told him everything 
that had happened. I had finally figured out that they 
had our house wired, if not for video, then certainly 
for sound. I fully intended to follow every order. It 
took another half hour to tell Dave all about my day, 
including the fact that we now had two teenagers coming 
on Saturday to do our yard work, as well as anything 
else they wanted to do.

I held Dave's cock in my hand while I told him my tale 
of today's woe. As I talked I took note of his cock 
going up and down as the story progressed. I realized 
that some of the things that happened to me excited 
him. That was kind of a relief in a weird way, because 
I was feeling upset when they turned me on. Now I knew 
that it wasn't just me. 

When I finished my tale I moved down and gave him a 
loving blowjob. One of the special ones I had been so 
well trained in over the last four days. 

"My god," I thought. "It has only been four days!"

The next day we got up at the normal time and had our 
usual weekday breakfast of Bran Checks. Dave left for 
work at his normal time and I suddenly remembered that 
I had not done laundry last night. I panicked as I tore 
through my closet looking for something sexy to wear. I 
was desperate so I grabbed my favorite little black 
dress and got my sewing kit out and as quickly as 
possible I hemmed it up, making a mini skirt out of it. 
I quickly tried it on and it was immediately obvious 
that I should have measured more carefully. It was 
dangerously short. I stood up on a stool in front of 
the mirror and it appeared that as long as I didn't 
move, my pussy was covered. I looked at the clock. I 
had no choice. I had to leave. I didn't dare to be 
late.

I grabbed my purse and rushed out side, only to run 
right into Ann. She was smiling sweetly and said, "It 
is such a nice day, I thought you would enjoy another 
bus ride today."

I looked at her aghast. I wanted desperately to plead 
for reason. But I knew better. As I walked away she 
said, "It's a little breezy today, but don't let that 
worry you. You are not, under any circumstances, to 
adjust your skirt or attempt to restrain it in a 
breeze. Have a nice day sweetheart."

I was frozen to the spot for a second as I digested her 
latest command. She said, "You better hurry you stupid 
bitch. You will be standing out there in the breeze for 
quite a while if you miss your bus."

I came to my senses, such as they were, and rushed up 
to the end of the street. I managed to get there just 
as the bus was pulling up. I was lined up with two men 
to get on, but the man directly in front of me became 
aware of me and, being a gentlemen seeing a lady in a 
short skirt, he stood back and allowed me to go first. 

There was no question in my mind that he could see my 
ass as I moved up the steps of the bus. I paid the 
driver and got my transfer and made my way to an empty 
seat. I thought I would be smart this time and sit on 
the aisle so nobody could sit beside me. But the man I 
had just flashed was not to be so easily denied. He 
stood beside me and asked me to slide over. So of 
course I had to.

I slid over, exposing my pussy in the process. And 
because of Ann's last instructions as I left the house 
I was unable to pull my dress down over my exposed 
slit. The man, an older man, perhaps in his early 
fifties, stared open mouthed at my exposed pussy for 
several moments before he smiled, accepting the obvious 
invitation and placed his hand high on my thigh. 

As his hand moved up my thigh the bus stopped and 
another couple of men and a woman got on. They paid 
their fares and started down toward the empty seats. As 
the last man to get on at the stop was walking past us, 
he looked down and saw my pussy and came to a sudden 
stop. 

He stood and stared as the man beside me rubbed my 
pussy and inserted a finger inside of me, enjoying my 
obvious discomfort, but confused that I would allow 
these liberties when I so obviously didn't desire this 
unwanted attention.

But he didn't question his good luck. He molested me, 
with an appreciative audience, all the way to my stop. 
I got off at the transfer point again and both men 
followed me off.

I stood there, with my tiny skirt blowing up in the 
wind and exposing my ass and my pussy to anyone who 
cared to look. And more than a few people were caring 
to look.

My bus finally arrived and I was again forced to stand 
because all of the seats were full. I thought that 
might be an advantage, I was safe from the guys from 
the first bus. I had forgotten about the people seated. 

I was standing beside a seat with two young men in 
their early twenties staring at my legs. The man who 
had played with my pussy on the first bus squeezed in 
behind me and started slowly easing my dress up. As he 
lifted my skirt he turned me so that my butt was right 
in the face of the guy sitting on the aisle. When my 
ass was totally exposed he reached down and squeezed a 
cheek. With his foot he forced my legs farther apart.

I couldn't bring myself to look at the young men 
sitting behind me. But I knew that I had their full 
attention. I could tell the difference in their styles 
as they explored my ass and my pussy, taking turns and 
getting rougher and rougher. But the worst thing about 
it, was when I heard the two women in the seat behind 
the men talking quietly but urgently, and I knew that 
they were watching what was happening. Well, no, that 
wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was when I bit 
my lips to keep from crying out when I had my orgasm.

We finally got to my stop and thanks to the press of 
bodies getting out at my stop; no one saw how exposed I 
was before my dress finally worked its way down over my 
hips again.

I ran to my office, ignoring my wildly swinging skirt, 
and was exactly one minute early. I was so relieved I 
almost cried. Or I was so upset from the bus ride that 
I almost cried. I am not sure which.

Apparently management was busy today. Mr. Jefferson 
stood in the door to my cubicle around ten AM and made 
me pull his cock out and suck him off right there. He 
must have enjoyed being sucked off with all of those 
women walking by behind him because he came very 
quickly.

After that I was left alone until three PM when I got a 
call from one of the mail clerks ordering me to come to 
mail room. I stood up and looked around. Mr. Jefferson 
wasn't in his office; there was nobody to tell where I 
was going. I left a post-it in the middle of my 
monitor, in case anyone came looking for me, telling 
them I had to go to the mail room.

I took the elevator down to the basement, which seemed 
like an appropriate place to keep these two animals. I 
went to the mail room and knocked on the door. There 
was big sign on the door which said "Authorized Mail 
Room Employees Only beyond This Point!"

One of them opened the door, I didn't know which one 
was Jimmy and which one was Dan, but it didn't matter.

The kid jerked me inside and locked the door behind me. 
Then they leaned back and ordered me to undress. There 
was not much to that, I shucked my little black dress 
off, my ruined little black dress. I tossed it onto a 
nearby desk and stood waiting for the abuse to begin.

They both pulled out digital cameras and started 
ordering me into obscene poses. 

"Jesus Christ!" I thought. "Everybody and his god 
damned brother is going to have pictures of me in the 
nude!"

I assumed all of the poses that their stunted little 
minds could envision and then the fun started. The one 
who had been so rough on by tits yesterday picked up 
his underwear off of the floor and stuffed them in my 
mouth. Then, as his buddy continued to take pictures, 
he held my hands together behind my back and secured 
them with a belt. Then he pushed me down onto my back 
on top of my arms, and it hurt. I yelled into the gag, 
but they just smiled. 

As it turns out I didn't know what hurt was. The little 
bastard held me down on my back and picked up an 18" 
ruler and started beating my tits with it. I was 
screaming and fighting to escape, but he continued to 
hold me down and beat my breasts until they were bright 
red and covered in welts. 

I think I finally passed out, because when I next was 
aware of what was happening to me the little bastard 
was slapping my face and fucking my pussy with all of 
his might. The foreplay must have really done it for 
him; either that or I had been out for quite a while. 
Because not long after I came to, he started cumming in 
me, still slapping my face until he was done. He jerked 
me off of the desk and pushed me to the floor and made 
me suck him clean. Then he took his belt back and gave 
me to his friend. 

His friend wasn't as brutal, thankfully. He put me back 
down on the desk, face up, and lifted my legs up, 
exposing my ass. He fucked my pussy for a minute, and 
then he pulled out and forced himself into my ass. But 
his dick was not that large, and my tits hurt so bad 
that I was really distracted. I hardly noticed him down 
there. He came quickly and after I cleaned him up I was 
given my dress back and allowed to go back to work. 

It was 3:30 when I got back to my desk. It had seemed 
to take a lot longer than that. I sat at my desk for a 
minute, catching my breath, and then I went back to 
work. 

I was getting ready to leave at four when Mr. Jefferson 
stopped by. He asked me what had happened in the mail 
room and when I told him he pulled my dress away from 
my breasts and took a look. I expected a little pity. I 
certainly am a stupid cunt. He grinned and took my 
breasts in both hands and squeezed until I fell to my 
knees. 

I was fighting not to scream and draw attention to 
myself, just exactly the wrong thing to do. He looked 
down at me and shook his head in disgust and said, "Go 
home you stupid cunt."

I grabbed my purse and made my way to the bus stop 
again. I stood there in the crowd, looking up only see 
if an approaching bus was the one I was waiting for. At 
first the crowd sheltered me from the breeze, which was 
worse in the city streets than it was out in the 
suburbs. But as people got onto busses I found myself 
less protected and more exposed to my admiring public. 

A man came over and stood beside me and whispered, 
"Hello cunt."

I didn't see his face, but I recognized his shoes. He 
was the same man that had made my morning ride so 
unpleasant. Well, except for that orgasm at the end.

I whispered "Hello," back at him and stood waiting for 
the abuse to begin again. My only hope was that he 
would wait until I was on the bus so that the entire 
city wouldn't be witness to my degradation.

He didn't wait, but he was more discrete as he rubbed 
my ass through my dress while waiting for the bus. I 
knew that the people behind me were witnessing his lewd 
caresses, but I was unable to do anything to defend 
myself.

Finally my bus arrived and I got on. It was crowded, as 
usual, and I grabbed onto a grab bar and held on. But 
my tormentor wasn't satisfied. He grabbed my arm and 
pulled me to the rear of the bus. He squeezed in to the 
very back seat beside three men who, at first, totally 
ignored him. They took quick notice, however, when he 
pulled me down onto his lap, exposing my pussy to all 
four of them. 

He was content to hold me like that for a few minutes, 
sharing the view of my pussy with his seatmates. But he 
wasn't content for long. I felt him slowly lowering the 
zipper in the back of my dress. I bit my lip and shook 
my head, silently begging him to stop. 

One of the men beside me coughed and startled me and I 
looked up to see them staring at me in disbelief. One 
of them, the closest, reached up and placed his hand on 
my thigh. When there was no resistance he slit it 
quickly up to my pussy and played with it while he 
stared at the neckline of my dress as the man slowly 
lowered it, a little at a time, until my breasts, which 
were still blazing red and covered in welts, were 
totally exposed. 

All four men stared in shock at my damaged flesh. Then 
the man I was sitting on covered me back up and zipped 
my dress up just as we arrived at our stop.

We forced our way through the crowd and stood waiting 
for the next bus. There weren't many people around and 
he pulled me away from them and I was waiting for the 
torment to continue. Instead he asked me what had 
happened. He was all for some fun and games, 
apparently, but not real torture and abuse. I would 
have loved to tell him. But if I did, that might be 
asking for help, so I couldn't. My mind wouldn't let 
me.

I looked at him with tears flowing and said, "I am 
sorry. I wish I could tell you. But I can't. Even 
though I want to, I cannot."

He was obviously of the opinion that I was just too 
afraid to talk to him. I could only leave it at that. 
Our bus came and we rode to my stop. I got off and 
rushed home. I knew that he was following me. All I 
could do was hope that some good would come of it. 
Maybe he would call the cops and they would save us 
from our neighbors.

I rushed into my bedroom and undressed. I took a quick 
shower and did a load of laundry. I would have to shop 
for more revealing outfits as soon as possible. I 
didn't have a lot of time to wash same two outfits over 
and over.

Once the laundry was going I started supper and, 
thankfully, Dave came home on time. He gasped when he 
saw my red, abused breasts. But I put my finger to his 
lips and we avoided the subject. We ate quietly, 
dreading our after dinner trip next door.

When we had eaten I cleaned up the kitchen and Dave 
brought out the tarp from last night and we folded it 
up in the living room. 

I was already naked, he undressed quickly and we looked 
outside. Not seeing anyone we walked, as quickly as we 
could without looking like we were hurrying, to the 
neighbor's house and rang the bell. After the usual 
wait we were allowed to enter.

We were handed our drug and gulped it down. One more to 
go and it was permanent. We weren't alone tonight. 
There were a half a dozen men. I didn't recognize them, 
but that didn't mean anything. More than eighty men 
fucked me on Sunday and I wouldn't recognize any of 
them.

We were ordered to kneel at opposite sides of the 
coffee table in the living room and lean down over it. 
When we did our heads were together, our eyes meeting, 
sharing the pain of our torment, our humiliation, our 
degradation. 

We were ordered not to move and then two of the men 
greased up our asses and they started taking turns 
fucking our asses. While they fucked us I was ordered 
to recite, in great detail of course, the events of the 
day. They were especially anxious to find out about my 
breasts. 

I started with my panic this morning when I realized I 
had nothing appropriate to wear. I described my rush to 
prepare an outfit and my poor judgment in sewing up a 
hem. I had made it an inch too short. I told them about 
Ann suggesting that it would be a nice day to take the 
bus. I described the events involving the man that had 
followed me onto the bus. 

I told them all about the second bus in the morning. I 
described being exposed to the two young men and forced 
to permit them to grope me for the entire ride. I tried 
to leave out the orgasm at the end of my morning bus 
ride, but I found myself unable to skip over it. It 
came pouring out of my mouth and they all laughed at my 
obvious discomfort.

I told them about my work day, going into extra detail 
about the events in the mail room. Then I went into 
more detail about the bus ride home. Even the dilemma 
when asked about my condition. 

By the time I finished my monologue both my husband and 
I had been fucked in the ass by three men. They rested 
briefly and watched the movie Ann had made last night. 
They kept rewinding and watching the part where Roy 
pissed in me and then made Dave piss on me. They 
watched that several times before the men were ready to 
switch sides and the three that had fucked me now lined 
up behind my husband while I was fucked by the three 
that had fucked him. It took longer this time of 
course, much longer. 

After the six were done with us Roy put us side my side 
over the table and then started fucking us. He would 
fuck me three or four strokes at a time, then switch to 
Dave. He moved back and forth between us several times, 
comparing asses. 

Then he had a better idea. He pulled the hassock over 
and put us over that, but facing in opposite 
directions. Then he would fuck one of us in the ass for 
a minute and then move to the other one's mouth. Then 
he would go around to the other side of the hassock and 
do the same thing all over again. He commented to his 
friends, who were still watching, that his would be 
great if we were on a wheel and could be spun around so 
that he didn't have to get up every time. He finally 
came in my ass and made Dave suck him clean. Then I was 
made to suck Dave's ass clean and he did the same to 
me. 

Ann didn't get hers until the six men left. She liked 
to watch, and she liked to play, but she was apparently 
not comfortable with being naked with all of their 
kinky friends. That was surprising considering the way 
she acted that fist night. I guess we just don't count.

After the six men left Ann undressed and Dave ate her 
out while I licked and sucked on her tits.

Finally we were allowed to go home.

As we walked slowly across the yard I whispered to Dave 
that they could hear us when we talked in our house, 
and I was almost positive that they could see us as 
well. I was sure that Ann made me take the bus this 
morning because she saw how short my dress was.

Dave nodded, obviously not surprised.

We went into our house and I screamed when I saw 
someone sitting in the dark in our living room. Dave 
turned on the light and I saw that it was Mr. Taylor.

"What are you doing here?" I screamed. "You scared the 
fuck out of me!"

He smiled calmly and said, "Shut up cunt. I missed you 
at work today. I had to go out of town to a meeting. I 
figured I would stop by on the way home for a piece of 
your sweet young ass.

He was talking to me, but he was watching Dave. He saw 
that Dave, as he had suspected, was unable to oppose 
anything he wanted to do to me. He stood up and ordered 
me to help him undress. 

I sighed in surrender and moved over to where he was 
standing and started undressing him. He had been 
drinking, he reeked of alcohol. 

When he was naked he told my husband to grab his 
clothes and he ordered me to lead him to our bedroom.

He stretched out on my bed and ordered me to suck his 
cock for a few minutes. He seemed to get a great deal 
of pleasure from doing it in front of my husband and 
from knowing that we were unwilling participants. 

I sucked him like I always suck cock now, with a lot of 
enthusiasm. After a few minutes he pushed my mouth away 
and pulled me onto the bed. He got on top of me and 
ordered Dave to guide his cock into my cunt. Then he 
started fucking me, fast and hard.

It didn't last long though. He came, shooting one more 
meaningless load of slime into my desecrated body. Then 
he collapsed on top of me for a minute, letting his 
cock go soft in me.

Finally he pulled out and ordered Dave to suck his cock 
clean. While he was dressing he asked me what happened 
to my tits and I told him. 

He laughed and said, "Damn, those kids have more 
imagination that I thought they did! They may have a 
future with the company after all."

I followed him to the door and locked it after he left. 
Then I remembered my clothes and took them out of the 
washer and put them in the dryer. I dried them for 
fifteen minutes and took another quick shower. Then I 
hung up my two outfits and went to bed.

Dave was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. The 
look on his face scared the hell out of me. I turned 
out the light and cuddled up to him. I whispered in his 
ear, "Baby, you have to hang in there. I couldn't take 
this if you weren't there."

He whispered, "I know Donna. I know." But he sounded so 
hopeless, so far away. It really scared me.

The next morning was Friday. I was looking forward to 
the week being over. I dressed in a black miniskirt and 
a see-through blouse and was allowed to take my car to 
work. 

I had just sat down and turned on my computer when my 
phone rang. I was summoned to Mr. Jefferson's office. I 
went in and he ordered me to close the door. I closed 
the door and he ordered me to kneel in front of him and 
open my blouse. The blinds were still open and there 
were a lot of people just coming in, there were a lot 
of people moving around out there. 

I knelt as ordered and unbuttoned my blouse. He 
examined my still red and sore breasts for a moment and 
then he sat back and ordered me to suck him off. While 
I sucked him he informed me that he had talked to the 
mail boys and told them to knock off the rough stuff. 
No more pain. 

I was grateful and I guess he could tell. He smiled 
down at me and then he tilted his head back and soon my 
mouth was flooded with cum. I swallowed it all easily. 
There had been so much cum in my mouth from so many men 
over the last seven days that I could hardly remember 
when I wouldn't let a man cum in my mouth, or why.

I buttoned my blouse and tucked it back in and returned 
to my cubicle. At lunch time I was called to the mail 
room and I had to suck both of them off, in the nude of 
course. But they didn't hurt me and it was all over 
quickly.

I returned to my desk and was left alone until quitting 
time. Just as I was about to leave, Mr. Taylor called 
me to his office. He just stared at me for a few 
minutes and then the door opened and the janitor came 
in. 

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Taylor," he said. "There was a 
spill in the lobby I had to take care of."

Mr. Taylor smiled at him and told him not to worry 
about it. Then I was ordered to undress. Mr. Taylor sat 
back and smiled as I got undressed. The janitor was 
undressing as he watched me. 

When we were both naked the janitor pushed me to my 
knees and I took his smelly cock into my mouth and down 
my throat. He immediately took control. He grabbed my 
head and started fucking into my mouth violently. I 
just relaxed as much as I could and let it happen. It 
didn't even bother me when I saw Mr. Taylor squatting 
down beside us with his camera taking picture after 
picture.

He pulled out as his cock began erupting in my mouth 
and sprayed my face. Then Mr. Taylor took a dozen shots 
of me scooping the cum into my mouth and swallowing it.

I was pulled to my feet by my hair and bent over the 
desk and the janitor took pictures for Mr. Taylor while 
he fucked my pussy. I was actually grateful since I 
figured that if he got off here he wouldn't be getting 
drunk and coming to my house at night. At least I hoped 
he wouldn't.

I just waited for it to be over. Then I dropped to my 
knees and cleaned his cock and after I smiled for the 
camera I was allowed to dress and go home.

I made my way to my car and drove home in a trance, as 
usual. I parked in my driveway and just sat in my car 
and was so very thankful this terrible week was finally 
over. I tried not to think of the horrible life that 
stretched out ahead of us. I finally gathered up my 
things and went in to the house. 

I took a quick shower. It seems like every time I get 
home lately I am covered with cum and need a shower. I 
dried off and made myself a drink and sat down in the 
living room and stared at the TV. It was still on. It 
was always on with the DVD of that horrible gang bang 
from Sunday running in a loop. I was becoming inured to 
the horror of this scene after seeing it so often. It 
was almost like it wasn't me that was at the center of 
that huge collection of rampant cocks and spewing cum.

I finished my drink and got to my feet. I started 
supper and when Dave got home he undressed and we ate 
out by the pool, trying to pretend that we had a life, 
our old life, the life that we had dreamt about when we 
bought this house just a week ago.

We cleaned up the supper dishes and then went next 
door. We always hoped that no one was around when we 
walked, naked, to our neighbor's house. It only worked 
out that way about half the time. This wasn't one of 
those times. 

We stepped out of our door and I waited with Dave while 
he locked the door. We had learned our lesson last 
night. We would never leave the door unlocked again. I 
glanced around nervously and I saw a young couple 
walking down the sidewalk. We waited on our front porch 
for them to go by, the we hurried next door.

We were finally allowed to enter and handed the final 
dose of the drug that had enslaved us. I was crying as 
I forced myself to swallow it. Then I handed the glass 
back and it was over. We could never regain our free 
will, our ability to say no, again. Not without the 
antidote.

As soon as we swallowed our drug Roy sent us home. I 
hadn't even noticed how dressed up they were. They were 
going out for the evening and wouldn't require our 
services.

We hurried home and sat around the pool, still naked, 
and drank a few beers. Every time I started to speak I 
found that I paused to question if I was about to say 
something that I didn't want Roy and Ann to hear. It 
became quite tiresome. After a while we slipped into 
the pool and floated around together, just being close 
and trying not to thing about the future.

We went to bed early. We couldn't stand to sit around 
the living room with that DVD playing. We read for a 
little while and then went to sleep. For some strange 
reason I was feeling playful in the morning and I woke 
Dave up with a nice slow blowjob. I had never done that 
before and he got a kick out of it. I find that I get a 
lot more pleasure out of sucking cocks when it is 
voluntary.

I started to dress before going out and making 
breakfast. But Dave reminded me that I was to be naked 
for the kids coming to mow the lawn. Damn! I had almost 
forgotten about that.

I dropped my shorts and went out and started coffee. 
Dave came out and made a couple of his world famous 
cheese omelets. We ate out back and then relaxed and 
sipped coffee for a while. 

At a little after nine I heard the doorbell ring and I 
went to answer it. Dave had pushed the lawnmower into 
the driveway and filled it with gas. I told the kids to 
go ahead and do the front and the side yards. I would 
be sitting around the pool when they did the back.

They stared at my naked body for a moment, then one of 
them asked, "Then you are going to give us a sex 
education, right?"

I nodded and they went to work. I cleaned up the 
kitchen and did the dishes. When I was done I went into 
the back yard and sat on the patio. Dave was staying 
out of the way, doing something in the basement.

The boys came through the gate and made quick work of 
the back yard. Because of the large pool and deck there 
isn't much grass back here. While one of the boys mowed 
the other came over and asked me what was going to 
happen. 

"What would you like to happen?" I asked.

He was obviously a virgin, and obviously embarrassed. I 
suggested that he get undressed and take a quick shower 
under the outside shower and he turned away from me and 
stripped off his clothes and took a quick shower. I 
stood up and reached down and pulled his hand away from 
where it was covering his genitals in that classic shy 
maiden pose, and I pulled him gently to the grass that 
was already cut. I grabbed a cushion and had him lay 
down and then I bent down and took his small but very 
hard cock into my mouth. 

It was almost funny. He tensed up and moaned and came 
almost instantly. I swallowed his small load and while 
he recovered I asked him how old he was. 

"I'll be fourteen next month," he said. 

Jesus H. Christ! I just sucked off a thirteen year old 
boy. A little kid!

I shook my head and then took him back into my mouth 
and sucked him hard again. Then I looked up and asked 
him if he wanted to fuck me. 

I realized all of a sudden that the mower had stopped 
and the other boy was watching avidly. I pointed out 
the shower to him and then got on my back and helped 
the first boy put his little dick in me. I know it is 
so very wrong to be having sex with a boy that young. 
But I really had no choice, and I have to tell you, his 
innocence and the look on his face, the look of pure 
ecstasy, I really enjoyed that. He hardly moved at all 
before he came again and I held him close and asked him 
how he liked it.

He smiled up at me and said that it was the greatest 
feeling that he ever had. Then he wanted to know if he 
could do it again. I told him I needed to take care of 
his friend first and he got up and moved to the side 
and watched closely as I pulled his friend over and 
sucked him to a quick orgasm. His penis seemed larger 
and more mature, but he was obviously way too young for 
what we were doing. After I swallowed his cum I asked 
him if he was thirteen too. He said no, he was fifteen. 
The other boy was his younger brother.

I traded places with the older boy and he fucked me, 
and then the two of them took turns and each fucked me 
twice more before they had to go. I was all sweaty and 
covered in cum so I headed for the shower when I had a 
sudden thought and called the boys back just as they 
were leaving the yard. 

I made them both take another quick shower, explaining 
that they didn't want to go home smelling like sex or 
we would all be in trouble.

After they were gone I went inside and went down to the 
basement to see what Dave was doing. He had cleared out 
a corner and cleaned it up and checked carefully for 
listening devices and cameras. Then he had set up a 
couple of lounge chairs and a lamp and we could relax 
and hopefully not have to worry about what we said.

The phone rang in the middle of the afternoon and Ann 
asked us what we were doing. I told her that we were 
doing something in the basement. That wasn't a lie. It 
was just sitting and talking, but we were doing it 
downstairs.

She told me to make sure I was clean and made up and 
expect company sometime this evening. That was all she 
said.

I went down and told Dave that she had wondered where 
we were and then I repeated her instructions.

We had a light supper of cold cuts and hard rolls and a 
couple of beers. Then I took another shower and brushed 
my hair and put on a little lipstick. When I was ready 
we sat in the living room and read. It started getting 
late and I was starting to hope that no one was coming 
after all. 

Just as I started to get my hopes up the doorbell rang. 
I stood up and answered the door and the large man 
standing there asked, "Are you Donna the slut?"

Unfortunately, that was who I was now and I nodded. He 
said, "Well I'll be god damned!" Then he pushed inside 
and more than a dozen men followed him. By the time I 
had been herded to our bedroom and was fucking the 
first of them in my bed I had overheard enough to 
realize that they were the majority of the local minor 
league baseball team and they were being rewarded for 
winning an important game.

Apparently Roy was a minor stockholder in the franchise 
and he was using me to improve team morale.

It was nothing too exotic, just a lot of fucking and 
sucking. I was exhausted when it was over and when they 
finally left a little after midnight I was at least 
grateful that they had left my husband alone.

I took a shower and changed the sheets and went and got 
Dave from the back yard. He held me and asked if I was 
alright and I kissed him and pulled him to bed. We 
slept late on Sunday and had just barely finished 
breakfast when Ann came over just before noon and 
ordered me to get dressed. She followed me to my 
bedroom and watched as I got out one of my miniskirts. 
She stopped me and pushed past me into my closet. She 
looked through my clothes and finally came out with a 
little black slip. The one I normally wore under my 
little black dress.

I looked at her, not understanding at first. She gave 
me one of those "how dumb are you" looks and said, 
"That's what you are wearing today, put it on."

I slipped it over my head and stepped into my shoes. I 
looked in the mirror and thought she must surely be 
kidding. I couldn't possibly go outside like this!

She turned and started down the hall and I followed 
quickly, grabbing my purse on the way out the door. I 
followed her across my front yard to her driveway and 
got in her car on the passenger side. 

She started the car and looked at my lap to see how 
little of me was covered by the slip. But that wasn't 
the only problem I had. That portion of the slip that 
nominally covered my breasts was largely made of lace. 
I could look down and see the darker pink of my nipples 
easily through the holes. I could tell by the look on 
her face, however, that Ann liked the effect.

She drove to a nearby strip mall and parked. I 
reluctantly followed her into a woman's clothing store 
where she picked out a half a dozen sheer blouses. 
These weren't like the ones I had been wearing where 
people could look closely and see the darker colored 
area of my nipples. When I wore these I might as well 
be naked. My breasts were completely visible! 

Ann made me pay for them and we went out and dropped 
them off at the car before going through a few more 
stores, looking for the kinds of clothes younger women 
might wear. She finally found what she was looking for, 
a large selection of micro miniskirts. She picked out a 
dozen, in several styles and set them on the counter. 
Then I followed her around as she picked out a few crop 
tops and tank tops with things like "Let go of my ears! 
I know what I'm doing!" and "Sorry, no panties to raid" 
and "Yes, I know I have a nice ass" and "My husband 
won't care because he won't know" and "Yes, they're 
real" and the one Ann like the most, "Good piece of 
ass".

I paid for these terrible outfits and carried them out 
to the car. Ann drove off and we sat in silence. I 
didn't even pay any attention to where we were going. 
Not until she parked in front of a tattoo parlor in a 
sleazy part of town. I looked around and saw that all 
of the nearby businesses were bars and strip clubs and 
adult bookstores. The parking spaces right in front of 
the tattoo parlor were all filled with large 
motorcycles, so Ann parked a couple of rows back. 

She got out and I found myself unable to move as she 
came around and opened my door. I was terrified, I was 
scared to death of needles and I had never in my life 
considered getting a tattoo. 

Ann looked at me and saw my terror and smiled. "Get 
out," she said. 

And of course I had no choice. I swung my legs out and 
stood up and moved out of the way while Ann pushed the 
door closed. She led off and I followed her, winding 
our way carefully through the motorcycles and into the 
shop. Everyone looked up when we came in. I looked 
around and saw at least a dozen people, most of them 
just hanging around waiting. There was a large, hairy, 
mean looking man behind the counter. Ann walked right 
up to him and said, "I am Ann, I called you earlier 
about my pet."

That got everyone's attention. I just stood in the 
center of the waiting room thinking, "Oh god, please 
let this be a bad dream."

The guy looked at Ann, then looked at me and said, 
"Yeah, I remember you. I have one tat ahead of you, but 
it's a small one, probably only take half an hour. 
You'll have to wait."

"That's fine," Ann said. "My camera man isn't here 
yet."

Ann moved to an empty seat and called someone on her 
cell phone and then she called me over to sit beside 
her. The problem with that silly slip was that, no 
matter how carefully I sit, just about anyone that's 
not in back of me can see up my skirt. I was soon made 
aware that bikers are not the most discrete or the most 
tactful people in the world. I started hearing loud 
comments about my pussy and my tits. One large, ugly 
man even came over and stood in front of me and 
squatted down and looked right up my slip.

He saw Ann smiling at him and asked her, "Where do you 
have to go to get a pet like this, lady? I'd like me 
one of these."

Ann smiled and said, "As it turned out, she and her 
husband moved in right next door to me. I didn't have 
to go far at all. She is cute, isn't she?"

"Yeah," the biker said, "and I like that little dress 
she has on. I like the way I can see her tits through 
it. And it seems like the perfect length too."

The biker's friends were watching and listening and 
smirking. I was just cringing and blushing and trying 
to make myself as small as possible. 

Ann said, "You don't think it's too long? I just 
finished shopping for her, buying her some short 
skirts. I was thinking this was too long." Then she 
reached over and pulled my slip up, exposing half of my 
slit, and said, "I was thinking that this might be a 
better look for her. Don't you think so?"

The biker stared at my pussy for a minute and said, 
"You know lady, you may just be on to something there. 
She certainly looks pretty that way."

The front door opened and one of the camera men from 
last Sunday came in with his large, professional 
camera. He looked around at the rough crowd and he was 
obviously nervous. 

Ann waived him over and then she asked the biker, "I am 
going to have this gentleman film my pet getting her 
present today. Do you mind if he gets a few shots of 
you and your friends, sort of background shots? I 
assure you that this is for private consumption. The 
film won't be available to the public."

The biker grinned and told her that he didn't mind in 
the least. 

The camera man turned his camera on and panned around 
the room and then focused on me and the biker. Ann told 
me to relax a little, stop holding my knees so close 
together. 

I sighed and spread my legs out slightly. That caused 
my slip to slide up a little more and now my entire 
pussy was on display to the biker squatting right in 
front of me and several of his friends who had moved 
closer to watch the show.

The biker stared for a minute and then he reached up 
and squeezed my thigh for a moment before slipping two 
big fat fingers inside of me. His friends were whooping 
and cat calling and I could only sit there helplessly.

I was actually grateful when the guy behind the counter 
came back out front and called us over to sign some 
papers and pay him. I gave him my credit card, not even 
knowing what I was paying for. The guy said, "OK, come 
on back."

The camera man had moved in front of us and was filming 
us as we entered the back room. I was surprised at how 
busy it was back here. There were four big bikers 
getting tattooed by four men that looked like they were 
bikers too.

Ann held out her hand and said, "Give me your slip."

I was already terrified; the idea of being naked in 
front of all of these rough men just knocked the wind 
right out of me. But I had to obey.

I reached down, aware that every eye in the room was 
watching me. I grabbed the hem of my slip and pulled it 
up over my head. I handed it to Ann and then I was 
ordered onto a waist high, padded table. I was placed 
on my back and Ann and the tattoo guy stood nearby 
discussing me.

Ann came back to me and ordered me not to move. Then 
she stood out of the way and watched carefully while 
the man bent over me and he finally started smiling as 
he played with my nipple for a minute. Then he swabbed 
it with alcohol and latched onto it with some kind of 
combination pliers and clamp. 

I finally realized what was going on! I was unable to 
move because of Ann's orders, so I gritted my teeth and 
shut my eyes.

Ann yelled at me to keep my eyes open and I realized 
she wanted to watch every bit of my suffering. 

And I did suffer! The biker doing my piercing took his 
time, apparently enjoying his work. I screamed out 
loudly as he pushed a long needle through my nipple.

The people in the waiting room heard the commotion and 
they came in to see what was happening. Ann invited 
them to stay and watch.

I stared at the ceiling as the guy fiddled around and 
when I finally got up the nerve to look down I saw that 
I had a fairly large barbell through my nipple. I could 
just imagine how they were going to look through my new 
blouses!

The piercer moved around the other side of me and 
repeated the process with my other nipple. It hurt like 
hell and I screamed again. I couldn't believe that they 
would do this without some kind of local anesthetic!

I thought it was over, but the worst was yet to come. 
The biker invited several men out of his audience to 
hold my arms and my shoulders down so I wouldn't squirm 
around for the next one. 

"The next one! What next one?" my brain wanted to know.

The men came forward eagerly, they didn't know that I 
couldn't move if I had wanted to because of the drug 
and Ann's order.

But I suppose they enjoyed the view. 

The piercer moved down to my pussy and started doing 
something with my clit. I couldn't watch. I stared into 
the eyes of the biker holding my shoulder, right up 
until I felt the needle touch the skin over my clit, 
then I passed out.

I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I came to 
I was on my stomach on the table and my legs were 
dangling down towards the floor. And someone was 
fucking me from behind. It hurt like hell because every 
stroke irritated the piercing over my clit and my 
freshly pierced nipples were rubbing over the butcher 
paper covering the table I had been laying on. 

When he finally finished fucking me he stood up and 
moved out of the way and I saw that it was the man who 
had put the holes in my body. But my ordeal wasn't 
over. As soon as he moved the other bikers started 
taking turns, I assume at Ann's invitation.

For a change I would have gladly taken some, or even 
all of them, in my mouth. My mouth didn't hurt. But 
they all fucked my sore pussy. It lasted more than two 
hours. 

When they finally had enough of me I looked around and 
saw that Ann was gone. The camera man told me that I 
was to go with him. I went into the nasty little 
bathroom that they had and cleaned up as much as I 
could. Then I had to follow the camera man out to his 
car naked because Ann had taken my slip with her when 
she left.

The camera man drove me home, with my mouth on his cock 
all the way. He came once right away and then again 
after he parked in front of my house. I looked around 
and saw an older couple walking down the sidewalk and 
tried to wait until they passed by to get out, but the 
camera man ordered me out and I slipped out of his car 
and walked as quickly as I could to my front door and 
safety.

Once inside I closed my door quickly and leaned back 
against it. I saw the shopping bags containing my new 
clothes sitting on the couch. 

Dave heard me come in and came in from the back yard. 
He saw my new jewelry and asked me if I was alright. 

I nodded and he went and got me a glass of water and 
some Tylenol. By the time I got out of the shower the 
pain had started to lessen. Dave had brought my new 
clothes into the bedroom and when I got out of the 
bathroom he said that Ann had dropped them off and left 
instructions that these were all that I could wear from 
now on. The blouses for work, the other tops for 
everything else. And I could only wear the skirts that 
she had bought today, the micro minis.

We needed to go grocery shopping, so we went through my 
new tops and tried to pick the least offensive item. We 
settled on a tank top that said, "Yes, they're real" 
and I put it on over my sore breasts. It was very thin 
and the little barbells in my nipples were very 
obvious. It was still the least offensive of the tops 
so I left it on and picked up one of the new micro 
minis and slipped it on and we went to the grocery 
store. 

We went to the grocery store closest to our house since 
we had only been there once and didn't know anyone.

We bought all of the usual things, plus some 
disinfectant for my recent punctures, and went home and 
put the groceries away. I was feeling constricted by 
the two tiny items of clothing I was wearing and took 
them off. I had gotten to the point that I felt much 
more comfortable in the nude. Dave smiled and got 
undressed too. 

We made ourselves a couple of drinks and went out to 
relax by the pool before dinner. While we were sitting 
there Roy came through the gate between our back yards 
and made me stand up to inspect my new decorations. 

He obviously found them stimulating and he sat me back 
in my chair and pulled out his cock and stuffed it into 
my mouth. While he fucked my face he told me that they 
would be leaving us pretty much alone for the next 
three weeks while I healed. He took a note from his 
pocket and tossed it on the table.

As I worked on his cock he said, "Give that to your 
supervisor Donna. It tells him that there will be no 
more beatings, and nothing but blowjobs for the next 
three weeks or you will be forced to quit."

If I hadn't had my mouth full I would have thanked him. 
Dave asked him if we were still to report to them every 
evening when we got home from work. Roy said that 
wouldn't be necessary now that our treatment was 
complete. 

I was wishing they would stop talking so Roy could 
concentrate and get this over with. They finally did 
and soon I was swallowing another load of Roy's cum. He 
left as soon as he had put his dick away. He stopped at 
the gate and told us we could turn off our DVD player 
since we weren't watching it anyway.

Roy left and we felt like we had just been given a 
large part of our lives back. It wasn't total relief of 
course. I still had to dress like a slut and obey every 
horny old man in the fucking world.

But at least now we could watch a little television now 
and then and take our minds off of what was happening 
to us. 

I rinsed my mouth out with my drink and then we went in 
and made supper together. When it was ready we took our 
food out and ate by the pool. It's funny, this pool, 
this backyard, were the main reason we had purchased 
this home. We were now sex slaves to the world because 
of this swimming pool. Still, we loved sitting out 
here. It was peaceful and pleasant.

We went inside after we had enjoyed an after dinner 
drink by the pool and sat down to watch the news and 
"60 Minutes" for the first time in a long time. We were 
pleased to discover that our moron president hadn't 
gotten us into any new wars in the last week.

We turned the TV off and cuddled together for a while. 
Then Dave helped me to the floor and gently, carefully 
ate my newly perforated pussy. It felt good and I was 
happy to repay the favor when he was finished.

We went to bed satisfied and slightly more at ease than 
we had been since we moved in.

The next morning everything was pretty normal. Until I 
put one of those sheer blouses on for the first time. I 
couldn't believe how naked I felt. My breasts were 
totally displayed. The new barbells, which seemed to 
keep my nipples erect, were glaringly obvious. They 
drew the eye to my nipples. I couldn't believe I was 
going to have to wear these sheer blouses for the 
foreseeable future. I might as well be topless.

I put Roy's note in my purse and headed off to work. I 
kept my eyes down as I walked through the parking 
garage and into the lobby of my building. I heard 
conversations stop everywhere I went and I felt the 
eyes of every person, male and female, following me in 
shock, everywhere I went.

I made my way to my cubicle and put my purse away, and 
then I went and knocked on Mr. Jefferson's door. He 
waived me in and I handed him the note. I stood there 
while he read the note and when he had finished he 
stared at my tits for a minute. Then he got up and 
closed the door and the blinds and made me strip. He 
examined my piercings closely. He seemed to be pleased. 

"I wasn't aware that you were telling your owners about 
what was happening here," he said. "Why do you do 
that?"

"They make me," I answered. "Every evening my husband 
and I go to their home and I have to tell them, in as 
complete detail as possible, everything that happens to 
me of a sexual nature as a result of the drugs they 
have given me."

Mr. Jefferson went around his desk and sat down in his 
chair and ordered me to come and kneel in front of him 
so that I would have something to talk about when I 
went home.

I sucked him off quickly and then asked him if he would 
convey the contents of that note to Mr. Taylor and the 
Jimmy and Dan in the mailroom. 

He nodded and I dressed and went to work. As had become 
my habit since I had been forced to adopt a more 
revealing style of dress, I stayed in my cubicle all 
day unless I absolutely had to get up and go to the 
bathroom. One of the reasons that this was such an 
awful place to work was that interaction between the 
employees was discouraged. If you were seen at someone 
else's cubicle you would be asked what you were doing 
there. You had best have a work related reason for any 
conversation you were seen having.

But this now worked to my advantage. There weren't 
people moving around seeing me and the way I was 
dressed and perforated for the amusement of others.

The next three weeks passed quickly. I usually ended up 
providing blowjobs to the same four men at work every 
day, though some days not everyone got one. And Roy and 
Ann ordered us over a few times. Since he couldn't fuck 
me, Roy fucked poor Dave in the ass all three times 
while I ate Ann's pussy out.

I had to provide oral service to the two young boys 
that mowed our grass on Saturday. I also had to start 
paying them. They were so excited about losing their 
virginity on the first Saturday that they had forgotten 
to ask for money. That didn't go over well with their 
parents and they had to make up some excuse for why 
they didn't get any money. We had to correct that 
oversight on their second visit.

A couple of times a week, some strange man would appear 
at our door and come in and demand sex. But they were 
all aware that my breasts and my pussy were off limits 
until I was healed.

It couldn't last forever. On Sunday, the end of the 
third week, Dave and I made love and I found that the 
rings, all three of them, not only didn't hurt any 
more, they actually added to the experience. The extra 
stimulation on my clit was really great. I had an 
orgasm with Dave just from straight fucking for the 
first time!

After we made love we did something else that was new 
to our lovemaking since coming under the control of Roy 
and Ann. We cleaned each other with our mouths, and we 
found it stimulating when it was just the two of us. We 
even went ahead and ate each other to another nice 
orgasm, Dave's tongue, working that ring on my clit, 
were magic.

We cuddled up and fell asleep in each other's arms, 
trying not to thing about all the restrictions being 
off tomorrow.

In the morning we ate our normal quick breakfast and 
Dave left for work at the normal time. I didn't dress 
until after breakfast. I found I was spending as much 
time in the nude as I could when at home, but still far 
too much time nude at the office.

I put on another sheer blouse and one of my tiny 
skirts, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my purse and 
headed out to my car. Ann was waiting for me outside. 

"Sweetheart," she said sweetly, "I have really missed 
your little bus stories. Why don't you take the bus 
today?" She paused to enjoy my reaction for a moment 
and then she walked away. I began my rush to the bus 
stop at the end of the street. I had the routine down 
by now. I handed the driver my money and got my 
transfer and then took a seat half way down the aisle. 
I felt the eyes of every person on the bus exploring my 
all but naked breasts. 

As soon as I was seated someone took the seat beside 
me. I didn't look up. I hated to look in the eyes of 
the people who took advantage of me. The man put his 
arm around the back of my seat, his hand dangling very 
close to my breast. 

He said, "Hi, I'm Terry, what's your name, darling?"

"Donna," I whispered. "My name is Donna."

"I love your outfit," he said, and I could tell from 
his voice that he was not just being polite. 

"Where are you going, Donna?" he asked.

"I have to go to work," I answered.

He asked me where I worked and I was forced to tell 
him. He asked if I always dressed this sexily and I 
said yes. The next question started getting me into 
trouble. He asked if they liked the way I dressed at 
work. I had to say yes.

His hand was on my thigh now and when I didn't object 
he was quick to move it up and explore my pussy. 

"You must turn a lot of men on at work with this hot 
body and sexy clothing, don't you?"

I nodded, gasping as I felt his fingers slip into me.

"Do you ever get propositioned at work?" he asked. 

Before I could answer he went on to ask, "Do you ever 
fuck anyone you work with?"

I nodded again. 

He asked who and I told him and then he asked why, 
since he had noticed that I was married.

I hated these questions, but I was compelled to answer. 
"I don't have any choice. I have to fuck them."

"You have to?" he asked. "Why?"

"Because they tell me to," I was forced to say.

"Do you always do what you are told?" he asked, a 
little bit incredulously.

I groaned as I was forced to answer. "Yes, I always do 
what I am told."

"Why," he asked.

"I don't have any choice. I have to," I responded 
reluctantly.

"Do you have to do what anyone tells you to do?" he 
asked, still not sure he believed his good luck, and 
not sure yet how to use this to his advantage.

"So if I ordered you to strip naked right here and now, 
you would do it?" he asked.

I nodded.

He was still unsure, but he knew that somehow he was 
going to take advantage of this.

"Unbutton the top three buttons on your blouse," he 
ordered.

I sighed in resignation and quickly obeyed.

"Well I'll be a son of a bitch!" he exclaimed.

His hand was still suspended just above my chest, but 
now he lowered it and took hold of my breast and 
squeezed it gently before exploring my nipple and it's 
shiny little piercing.

I saw my stop approaching and I told him that I had to 
get off here.

He said, "No, you don't. My stop is not far from here, 
and there is a motel right there. I think we are going 
to go and get a room and fuck for a while."

I suppose it was inevitable. At least he wasn't going 
to follow me home and fuck me there. I just nodded and 
he continued to molest me until just before his stop. 
He got ready to get up and I started to button my 
blouse but he stopped me.

"No," he said. "Leave it like that, I like it."

We got off three blocks up from my stop and I followed 
him to the motel on the corner. He ordered me to go in 
and get a room and I pointed out that, dressed like I 
was they might not let me have one. He thought about 
that and said, "Okay, go ahead and button up. Now, go 
get a room and come back out here and get me."

I hurried in and got the room. I got some nasty looks 
from the desk clerk, but he didn't say anything. I gave 
him my credit card and waited for him to run it. The 
supreme irony of being in the position of having to pay 
for a room so that some strange man could rape me did 
not escape me. I filled out the registration card and 
then went out and led the man to our room. On the way 
to the room I asked him to let me call in and tell my 
boss why I was late.

Once in the room he used his cell phone to call in 
sick. Then he told me to call my boss, after I 
undressed. I slipped out of my blouse and skirt and he 
saw the bar in my clit for the first time. He put me on 
the bed and knelt between my legs and while I called 
Mr. Jefferson on my cell phone this stranger played 
with my pussy and my little barbell. I didn't even know 
his name, but then, that was the norm now. Men came to 
my house all the time and put their dicks in me without 
bothering to tell me their names. Not that I 
particularly cared what their names were. It's just 
that this is not the kind of person I am, and doing 
these things was difficult for me. It hurt. And the 
fact that I had no choice didn't help at all.

When Mr. Jefferson came on the line I said, "Mr. 
Jefferson, this is Donna. I am not sure what time I 
will be in today. Ann made me take the bus and a man on 
the bus ordered me to go with him to a motel."

He asked me how long it would be and I said, "I don't 
know sir, he hasn't said."

He asked to talk to the man and I held the phone out 
and he hesitated for a minute, but then he took it and 
said, "Hello?"

He listened for a minute and then responded, "I don't 
know man. She is one hot little piece of ass and I am 
going to enjoy playing with her for an hour or two I 
suppose. I don't have any plans."

He listened for a while and then said, "Cool it dude. 
You must be a bitch to work for! Here's the deal man. 
She is with me and I am going to fuck her for a while. 
When I am done with her I will let her go!" Then he 
hung up my phone and tossed it onto the other bed with 
my clothes and my purse.

The man stood up and undressed slowly as he stared down 
at me. He was a good looking man in his mid thirties, 
and he had a good body. I watched him undress and then 
he got on the bed and ordered me to suck him off. 

He had apparently never been deep throated before and 
he really enjoyed it. 

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "Fuck! Baby you're good!" He 
was very vocal all the way through my blowjob and when 
he finally came he was holding my head tight against 
his hard stomach and his hot load slid right down my 
throat. I never tasted a thing.

He relaxed slowly, and I was able to pull back enough 
to make breathing easier.

"Donna, I gotta tell you, that was, without any 
question, the very best blowjob I have ever had in my 
life! Your husband is a very lucky man!"

I murmured, "He used to be," under my breath and he 
looked at me curiously for a minute. But he was far 
less troubled by my situation than he was aroused by 
it. He ordered me to lick and suck his balls until he 
was hard again and then he fucked me, for a very long 
time. He must have read the "Kama Sutra" because every 
few minutes we got into another position and by the 
time we finally came we had been in at least a dozen, 
some of them very difficult. 

After he came and collapsed on his back he watched, 
amused, as I cleaned him with my mouth. I had yet to 
find a man that didn't find that act just as appealing 
as I found it degrading.

He made me suck him until he was hard enough to fuck me 
twice more before he finally started getting dressed. 
As we dressed he asked me more questions. He asked 
about my husband, how he felt about what I was doing 
and if he had to obey too. Before he let me leave he 
made me give him my address. 

When he finally released me I walked the three blocks 
to my bus stop and finally made it to work, four hours 
late and smelling like sex. I was in such a hurry to 
get out of there I hadn't even thought to take a 
shower!

I reported to Mr. Jefferson in his office and he 
ordered me to come in and close the door. He looked 
like he was mad at me! It wasn't fair; he knew I 
couldn't say no.

He made me tell him everything that had happened, but 
while I was telling him what I had gone through he laid 
me on his desk on my back and flipped my skirt up and 
fucked me for the first time in three weeks. By the 
time I had told him, in detail, everything that 
happened from the time I got on the bus he had fucked 
me twice. 

He finally let me up and after I sucked him clean he 
made me lick up the cum that had formed a puddle under 
me on his desk top. When I had finished he ordered me 
to go clean up and go see Mr. Taylor.

I went to the bathroom and washed my thighs and pussy 
with wet paper towels. Then I slowly walked down the 
hall to Mr. Taylor's office. I knocked at his door and 
he said, "Who is it?"

I told him it was me and he said, "Come in."

I opened his door and was shocked to see him fucking 
one of my coworkers, a cute redhead that worked near 
me. I had never spoken to her; I didn't even know her 
name. I quickly closed the door and watched, I didn't 
know what else to do.

He ordered me to move around to the other side of his 
desk so that he could watch me undress. I asked him if 
I could lock the door and he yelled, "No! Now damn it, 
do what you're told!"

I moved around and stood behind his desk and quickly 
undressed. Then he ordered me to lean down so that he 
could introduce me to his friend Sheryl. I leaned down 
beside them and he introduced me as if we were standing 
out in the hall with our clothes on. I saw on her face 
the humiliation that she was feeling and I recognized 
immediately that she, too, was here against her will. 

We quietly said hello to each other and then Mr. Taylor 
pushed our heads together and ordered us to kiss. I 
pressed my lips to hers, after what I had been through 
with Ann it was no longer a big deal. But I could tell 
that she had not kissed another woman this way before 
and it was hard for her. 

I tried to comfort her and tell her it wasn't so bad 
but Mr. Taylor ordered me to shut up and kiss her. So I 
started kissing her, gradually making it a more 
passionate kiss. While we kissed Mr. Taylor took my 
hand and pulled it to her breast. I did whatever I 
could to make it better for the poor woman. It was 
obvious that she was being traumatized by what he was 
doing to her.

I heard the door open and the janitor came in and 
locked the door behind him. I was starting to wonder 
about this unnatural relationship between these two 
men. I heard him undressing and soon he was behind me 
and working his large black cock into my pussy. 

As the janitor began to violently fuck me, Mr. Taylor 
picked up his pace and soon I watched the agony in 
Sheryl's eyes as he filled her pussy with cum. 

I continued to kiss her lightly while he rested against 
her with his cock still lodged in her pussy. I could 
see him, he was staring at the janitor's cock ramming 
in and out of me. It suddenly occurred to me what the 
relationship was between them. Mr. Taylor was turned on 
my black men having sex with white women. 

He watched the janitor and egged him on, "That's it 
man, fuck the shit out of her! Fill her nasty cunt up 
with some fresh hot cum. Make her squirm on the big 
cock of yours!"

The janitor seemed to appreciate the audience and I 
felt him stiffen up and increase the speed and power of 
his thrust and then I felt him bury his cock deep in me 
and I knew he was cumming.

While he was cumming Mr. Taylor was looking me in the 
eye, enjoying my discomfort.

When the janitor finally pulled out of me Mr. Taylor 
ordered me to come around and stretch out on the floor. 
As soon as I was in position he pulled out of Sheryl's 
sopping wet, drooling pussy and pushed her down onto my 
face. 

I didn't hesitate, I couldn't. I had no free will. But 
Sheryl resisted when her head was pushed down between 
my thighs. She cried and begged and fought to stand up. 
Mr. Taylor stood back and the janitor beat her ass 
several times with a doubled up leather belt and she 
finally gave up and started licking my pussy. He hit 
her twice more before he was satisfied with the job she 
was doing.

I saw Mr. Taylor taking more digital pictures of us. I 
no longer cared, but Sheryl sobbed hysterically when he 
got right down in her face for some close-ups of her 
mouth on my pussy.

I came twice before they finally were satisfied and let 
us up. Sheryl didn't cum at all. We were pulled to our 
knees, side by side, and they started fucking our 
mouths, changing places every few minutes. 

Sheryl had a real hard time of it. She couldn't deep 
throat and she was gagging and choking and crying and 
it was obvious that they were both getting a lot of 
pleasure from her suffering.

Mr. Taylor came in my mouth and I swallowed it easily. 
The janitor lasted much longer and he started cumming 
in Sheryl's mouth. She managed to jerk away and most of 
his cum sprayed her face. 

He drew his hand back to slap her for pulling away but 
Mr. Taylor stopped him. He backed away with a look on 
his face that scared the hell out of her. Then Mr. 
Taylor ordered me to lick her face clean. 

I turned to face her and held her head and gently 
cleaned her up. I even licked up the few drops that had 
run down onto her very lovely breasts. She just knelt 
there crying quietly. 

We were finally ordered to dress. It took me no time at 
all, of course, and then I helped Sheryl. She was upset 
because she couldn't find her bra and panties but she 
was told that she wasn't to wear them any longer. I 
finally got her decent and I was ordered to take her 
into Mr. Taylor's private bathroom and clean her up and 
calm her down.

She was pulling away from me at first, as if I were on 
their side. I finally just hugged her and let her cry 
for a while. I wanted to tell her that everything would 
be alright, but I didn't know how she came to be in his 
office getting raped today and I didn't know if it 
would be alright or not.

I tried to tell her that I knew what she was going 
through. I explained that I was doing this against my 
will too. I told her an abbreviated version of my story 
and I could only hope that it made her feel better 
about her own situation. But she never said a word to 
me. She finally let me clean her up and straighten her 
makeup out. She finally stopped crying and left. I went 
back out into Mr. Taylor's office and I knew I looked 
pretty rough too, but I had done the best that I could 
under the circumstances. It had been a pretty rough 
morning. Mr. Taylor waived me out of his office and I 
was pleased to see that he looked nervous. Gee, 
wouldn't it be a shame if he got in trouble!

On the way out of his office I glanced at the clock and 
was surprised to see that it was after two PM! I hadn't 
even turned on my workstation yet!

I went to my cubical and sat for a long time without 
even starting up my computer. I was breathing deeply 
and trying to get myself under control. Finally I 
settled down and worked a little bit, not really able 
to get into it this afternoon. I was surprised that I 
didn't get a call from the mailroom boys at three. That 
was the only thing that didn't go wrong today.

Since I had not been ordered to work late, I closed up 
and left at four. I went to my bus stop and caught my 
bus without a problem. I didn't even get molested on 
the first bus. I was starting to get my hopes up. Until 
I got off to transfer to my second bus and, waiting at 
the bus stop, were the three boys from my first bus 
ride. The boys that the bus driver had chased off of 
his bus when he looked into his rearview mirror and saw 
what they were doing to me.

I tried to hide behind a large man standing there 
reading a paper. But they saw me. In a moment they had 
me surrounded and the leader was telling me how much he 
had enjoyed my company that first day. He noticed my 
new decorations and reached out his finger and flicked 
at them. 

I could only hope that I could get away from them on 
the bus, but when it showed up he said, "Come on sweet 
pants, you are going to sit with us." 

And that was that. There was nothing I could do now. I 
let him lead me back through the half full bus and we 
took up the entire back seat. He pulled me into his 
lap, which made my skirt billow up and left my pussy 
uncovered. His buddies noticed my other piercing and 
pointed it out to him. 

"Hot shit!" he exclaimed. "Baby, I need to fuck you. 
You don't mind letting my friends and I have a little 
of your hot little pussy do you?"

I could only whisper, "Okay."

They had not anticipated that. Their excited chatter 
made that obvious. I sat there with the guy whose lap I 
was sitting in groping me and the guy beside him 
groping wherever he could get a hand in. They were 
rough and they were hurting me, a lot.

When we got to their stop, the one before my own, they 
pulled me off and I didn't struggle at all as they led 
me down the street to a house that was dark and quiet. 
One of them unlocked the door and I was taken 
immediately to a boy's bedroom and they undressed me in 
seconds. 

For a long time the boys just stood around me and 
groped me, exploring my body as though they had never 
seen a naked woman before. I suppose that they probably 
had not. They didn't bother to ask why I was going 
along with them and doing what they wanted. They 
obviously weren't that deep. 

The leader got tired of waiting and shoved me to my 
knees. I sucked him and of course he came very quickly, 
as did his two friends. Then there was a round of 
fucking on his dirty, smelly bed. This kid needed a 
keeper!

They all fucked me, and again, it didn't last long. 
What they lacked in staying power, however, they more 
than made up for in powers of recuperation. By the time 
I had finished fucking the third one, the first kid was 
ready for another blowjob. 

While I was sucking him one of the others took me from 
behind. Then I sucked off the third one and finally I 
was told to "Get the hell out before dad gets home!"

I hurriedly dressed and walked up to the corner. It was 
only a couple of blocks to my street so I went ahead 
and walked. I had all that I could take of buses today.

I got home almost an hour late, but it wasn't time for 
Dave to be home yet. I took a shower and started 
supper.

We ate outside again and after supper we got the call I 
knew was coming. We went next door. This time we were 
allowed to use the back gate.

We walked through the side gate and Roy and Ann were 
sitting by the pool with several men. I was directed to 
bend over a sturdy table facing them and tell them what 
my day had been like. It had been a long day and it was 
a long story. And it was obvious that the men all found 
it exciting. They all took turns fucking my ass and my 
pussy while I told them in excruciating detail, 
everything that had happened to me today.

I could see Ann and it was obvious that she loved 
hearing every horrible detail. She had Dave's head 
under her skirt, so that she could get off without 
being on display herself. It was more than an hour 
before I was allowed to kneel and suck everyone clean. 

We finally went home and took a shower and went to bed. 
I cried myself to sleep this night. I wondered if the 
drug would let me kill myself. I didn't see why not.

We were getting ready for the work the next morning 
when there was a knock on the door. "Oh shit!" I 
thought. "Not another bus day!"

I went to the door, still naked, and opened it. There 
were two men in suits standing there and one of them 
said, "Hello, my name is Gary Owens. I am a detective 
with the city police. May I come in? I suddenly felt 
self conscious about being naked and after I let them 
in I excused myself to get a robe. 

I put my robe on and grabbed Dave and took him into the 
living room. We sat down and one of the detectives 
said, "Did your next door neighbors give you a drug 
that took away your free will?"

Dave and I looked at each other. We had been ordered 
not to answer that question, but I imagine that they 
could tell from the look on our faces that was the 
case. 

They handed each of us a small vial of clear liquid and 
ordered us to drink it. We did as instructed. I didn't 
feel any different. I was assuming that it was the 
antidote, no; I was praying that it was the antidote. 
But I didn't feel any different.

The detective waited a few minutes, staring at his 
watch the entire time, and then he spoke again. "Did 
your next door neighbors drug you?"

Dave and I answered in unison, "YES!"

IT WAS OVER!!!

I got dressed and Dave called in sick. We went down to 
the station and talked to detectives all day long, 
giving detailed and embarrassing statements. They 
already had all of the DVDs and films and a pile of 
private records from Roy's house.

We were told that one of Roy's associates, having seen 
how well the drug worked on us, had given the drug to 
his wife and daughter and turned his wife into a 
prostitute and his daughter into his own private 
concubine. He had neglected, however, to order them not 
to tell anyone or ask for help.

We were finally driven home and for the first time 
since that first day we were free in our own home. Dave 
started keeping a pistol by the door and for the first 
two weeks he had to point it at a lot of faces. But 
finally people started getting the idea.

Dave went back to work the next day. I went in to quit 
and get my last paycheck. The first thing I noticed was 
that Mr. Jefferson had been replaced. I went to the 
office and knocked and asked for Mr. Jefferson. 

The woman sitting at his desk called me in and said 
that Mr. Jefferson didn't work there anymore. Then she 
asked, "Are you Donna?"

I nodded and she apologized for what had happened to 
me. I looked at her curiously and she explained that 
Sheryl had blown the whistle on the whole mess when she 
had been raped by Mr. Taylor yesterday. Mr. Taylor and 
the janitor were in custody now. Mr. Jefferson and the 
two men in the mailroom would be as soon as I gave my 
statement. 

I sighed and closed her door and sat down and explained 
to her what had happened to me and why they didn't 
actually rape me. They took advantage of me when they 
found out I could not say no, but they did not actually 
rape me.

She seemed sorry to hear that, but told me that they 
were fired none the less and that the company would 
like to make it up to me. 

I smiled. I knew what she was thinking. She had 
probably been told to make sure I didn't sue. I told 
her not to worry. I wasn't going to sue. I just wanted 
to get my last paycheck and go home. I was done. I 
couldn't come here anymore.

She nodded and said, "If you wait here I will have it 
brought down to you in a few minutes." Then, in a very 
sincere voice she said, "I really am sorry about what 
happened to you. It must have been horrible. I know 
that the company isn't responsible, but we do feel bad 
about it. We would like to keep you on if you think you 
could stand working here. You were an excellent 
worker."

I told her that I didn't want to hurt her feelings, she 
seemed very nice, but that the working conditions out 
there in those cubicles was dehumanizing and I had 
planned on quitting anyway.

She looked out of her window and just nodded.

Soon a woman arrived and handed me a stack of papers 
and I signed a receipt for my last paycheck. I didn't 
look at it until she left and then I told the new 
supervisor that there had been a mistake. The check was 
for something like six months pay!

She said, "No, it isn't a mistake. I told them to do 
that so you wouldn't sue. You have that coming and 
more. I really am sorry for what you went through. If 
you change your mind, if you want to come back to work, 
come see me. I would be happy to hire you back.

I thanked her and went to my desk and took my picture 
of Dave and me, the only personal item I had been 
allowed, and that only reluctantly. Then I went home.

Dave and I spent a lot of quiet evenings deciding 
whether or not to sell our dream home. But we had just 
invested everything we had in it and we would most 
likely lose money if we tried to sell it so soon after 
buying it. So we stayed. 

Roy and Ann had been denied bail and nobody bothered 
us. One funny thing happened. I continued to spend most 
of my time at home in the nude. Both of us did. On 
Saturday we were sitting out back when the boys who Ann 
had invited to do our yard work showed up. I had 
forgotten all about them. 

They didn't know about all the changes. I don't know 
why, but for some reason, we behaved just like last 
Saturday. They cut the grass and I had sex with them 
both until they were both sated. Then I paid them and 
they left. 

As soon as they walked out of the gate Dave came out 
and gave me a drink and sat down with a big smile on 
his face. I smiled back and shrugged. 

I didn't get rid of my slut clothes either. I haven't 
worn them since I was given the antidote. But I kept 
them. You never know when I might need to take a bus 
ride.

We did have to hire a professional to debug our house. 
We had tried to find the mikes and cameras but failed. 
We hired a guy who came in with a detector and some 
basic knowledge and quickly found two mikes and two 
cameras in every room, as well as on the patio and in 
Dave's little nook that he had cleared out in the 
basement.

He found a very short range transmitter and we surmised 
that the receiver could only have been next door. 

We put all of the equipment in a box and stuffed it 
into a corner of the basement and forgot about it, at 
least as much as possible.

We got used to living our old life again, except for 
the nudity of course. Sex was better now, we were 
better at it. I still dressed like a slut sometimes, 
for Dave. 

Sometimes, when Dave was at work, I would have an 
almost overwhelming desire to put on a micro miniskirt 
and a sheer blouse and go for a bus ride. I didn't, but 
I wanted to. I told Dave about it and he laughed and 
said, "Cheating doesn't mean what it used to anymore, 
does it? If you wanted to do that, if you did it, but 
did it safely, I wouldn't mind. I must confess I 
enjoyed hearing about some of your bus rides. If you 
would feel better, we could do it when I am off and I 
could go with you."

We haven't done it yet, but we are thinking about it.

The only other thing I can think of that might be worth 
mentioning is when three men came to our house one 
evening. They were lawyers representing Roy's 
pharmaceutical company. They had just come from 
settling with the wife and daughter who were the only 
other known victims of Roy's drug.

Because the abuse we had suffered was considered more 
egregious, they were offering us a slightly higher 
settlement of forty-one million dollars. Accepting the 
settlement would have no effect on the criminal matters 
before the courts. It would serve only to resolve any 
questions of liability between the company and 
ourselves. If we chose we could still sue Roy and Ann 
individually in civil court. 

It had never occurred to either of us to sue anyone. We 
assumed that if they would offer that much we could get 
a lot more with an attorney. But since we weren't 
expecting anything at all, it was a pretty large 
windfall. Since we didn't feel like messing around with 
it, we signed and took the money. 

THE END

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com - To that 
small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my 
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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