("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text


















--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  All rights reserved. Thank you for your 
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

I Belong To Snake Now
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A naive young wife is blackmailed by a biker into 
becoming a sex toy for him and his friends and 
neighbors. (M+/F, nc, blkmail, oral, anal, huml)

***

I have just learned a valuable lesson. It has been, and 
continues to be, a very costly lesson. Let me tell you 
about it.

My name is Ashley. I am twenty-two, 5'6", 115, bright 
red hair, and as of just over a year ago, very married. 
I met my husband in college and we married as soon as I 
graduated last year. He graduated a year ahead of me 
and is already well on his way to being the next Donald 
Trump, except for the hair of course.

My husband, Jay, is an old fashioned kind of guy. He 
doesn't want his wife to work. He is in charge in the 
home. We are deeply religious and go to church every 
Sunday. 

I am home all day and I guess I have entirely too much 
free time since we don't have any kids yet. There are 
just the two of us and a lot of nights Jay works until 
very late, so I spend a lot of time home alone. On 
those days when Jay doesn't come home until very late, 
the amount of housework required the next day is pretty 
much just rinse out the coffee pot.

Recently we bought a new computer from a local company 
that builds them to order. They have their own IP 
service and they offered us a great deal when we bought 
the computer, so we signed up with them. 

I used a computer in college of course, but it was 
strictly school work and email to friends and 
relatives. It wasn't until a few months ago, after we 
got the new computer and I was bored one day, that I 
discovered chat rooms. 

At first I just went into rooms and did what they call 
lurking. I would observe the way people behaved and the 
things they said, the shorthand that they used. And 
gradually I started taking part in the conversations. 
That would have been fine. Except that I started going 
into chat rooms that a married woman, especially a 
newlywed, should not be going into. I started having 
conversations that were more and more erotic. I started 
saying things to complete strangers that I would never 
even say to my husband.

And it was fun! It was exciting! A couple of times I 
tried what they call net sex, but I felt kind of silly. 
I preferred having long, sexually oriented 
conversations. I went way beyond baring my soul to 
perfect strangers. I made terrible things up just to 
make it more exciting. I would tell guys that I had 
done things that I had never even heard of before I 
started visiting chat rooms. 

But that wasn't bad enough. They kept asking for 
pictures. I had a digital camera and I put it on a 
tripod and took some innocent pictures. They were just 
clear enough that you could tell what a nice figure I 
have. But you couldn't see my face and I always had all 
of my clothes on……at first. 

There were a couple of guys that I talked with 
regularly. I felt safe with them. They were smart and 
funny and sexy and on the other side of the country. I 
broke down and sent one of them a picture with my face 
in it. Later, I let the other guy talk me into sending 
him pictures of me in just a bra and panty, but my face 
wasn't visible. In some of them I was even touching 
myself. 

And I was telling these men things I made up, as if I 
had done them. They were raunchy things. And I 
frequently described fantasies that were even worse. 
But it was safe. They didn't know my name, only my 
screen name, sexycindy1984. They didn't know where I 
lived. There was just no way that they could find me.

Everything was fine until two weeks ago, at one in the 
morning. The phone rang and woke me up. Luckily my 
husband is a light sleeper. He has such a problem with 
it that he wears ear plugs to bed. He never hears 
anything. I quickly grabbed the phone. My heart was in 
my throat. I thought surely that a loved one had been 
in an accident or something. Why else would our phone 
ring at one AM?

I said, "Hello?" quietly into the phone. 

There was a brief pause and then a male voice said, 
"Hello sexycindy1984. That's such a mouthful, do you 
mind if I call you Ashley?"

I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I was 
certain that one of the two men I chatted with 
regularly had somehow figured out who I was and where I 
lived. But I was about to find out that it was worse 
than that.

"Who is this?" I asked, in a near panic.

There was a chuckle in my ear and the voice said, "Go 
check your email." Then he hung up.

I checked that Jay was still asleep and I slipped out 
of bed and hurried to the computer room. I turned on 
the computer and sat there waiting with my heart 
pounding so loud I couldn't hear it boot up.

When it was finally ready I checked my email and there 
was an email from "yourworstnightmare". I hesitated for 
the longest time, but finally I had to know what it 
said. I clicked on it and opened it and the first thing 
I saw was a half a dozen pictures of me. My face was in 
them and also the shots of me in my underwear and even 
the ones that I was touching myself over my bra and 
panty. 

These were the pictures I had sent to my two chat room 
friends. But to both of them! I had sent them each 
different pictures!

But it got worse. I scrolled down and came to the text 
of the email. There were excerpts from my chats with 
both men, some of the most awful things. And the way I 
had said them it sounded like I was doing those 
terrible things. Things like having sex with lots of 
different men when my husband was at work. Going out in 
slutty clothes and picking up lots of men. I once 
claimed that I had also picked up women. In one 
conversation I even claimed to have had sex with the 
teenage boy that mowed our grass! And I had gone out of 
my way to make these things sound believable.

At the end of the email, "yourworstnightmare" said, "I 
have transcripts of every conversation you have had 
since you bought your computer. If you don't want your 
husband to see them then you had best come to 5711 
Lawton Lane tomorrow at nine AM. Goodnight, sleep 
well."

I read the email several times, trying to figure out 
who might be behind it. And trying to figure out how I 
could explain those things to my husband. He was a 
deeply religious and very straight laced man. He would 
never believe that these were all fantasies and lies 
told to excite both me and the men I was talking to. 
And even if he did believe it, he would find it 
unacceptable! I was going to be divorced either way. 
SHIT!!"

I finally turned the computer off and went back to bed. 
Jay heard me coming back to bed and asked if everything 
was alright. I told him I had gone to the bathroom and 
then he went right back to sleep. I lay awake for hours 
with a horrible dread running through me.

I got up with Jay in the morning and made breakfast as 
usual while he got ready for work. After he went to 
work I turned the computer on and read the email again. 
I was going crazy trying to find some way out of this. 
And trying to figure out how someone local could have 
all of this information.

While I was sitting in front of the computer, more or 
less in a stupor, I received another email from 
"yourworstnightmare". I didn't open it at first. I was 
afraid to. But finally I knew that I didn't have a 
choice and I opened it. The email contained a map to 
the address I had been ordered to go to this morning 
with directions from my driveway, and another picture 
of me in my underwear, holding my breasts in my hands 
as if offering them up to a lover. 

It was getting late so I showered and did my makeup and 
then tried to decide what to wear. All of my clothing 
is quite conservative. That's how I dress. That's who I 
am. I selected a navy skirt and a plain white top and a 
matching navy jacket. I dressed and looked at myself in 
the mirror. I didn't know for sure what this was about, 
but it seemed obvious that the point was sexual 
blackmail. We were just starting out and had no money. 
I was careful to dress in a way that could not possibly 
give the wrong impression.

I didn't know who was doing this, or how I was going to 
get out of it. But I had to get out of it. I couldn't 
possibly do anything of a sexual nature with someone 
outside of my marriage!

I have always been shy and self conscious about my 
body. I know that I have a good figure but it makes me 
uncomfortable when people notice. Every time a man 
looks at me and I see his eyes glance down at my figure 
I blush. I can't help it. Jay is the only man that has 
seen me naked or touched my skin. I allowed a high 
school boyfriend to touch my breasts over my clothing 
on several occasions. It was very exciting, but it was 
also very wrong and I stopped seeing him before he 
could push me any farther.

My husband and I started dating while he was a senior 
and I was a junior in college. We started "going 
steady" almost as soon as we started dating. We seemed 
to be perfect for each other. He would be the strong 
father figure in my life and take care of me forever. 
We shared our strong religious principles and morals. 
He was the man I had always dreamed that my husband 
would be. And he was cute too!

Jay asked me to marry him four months before I 
graduated from college. I accepted, totally without 
reservation. From that time on, we often went a little 
farther on dates than I had ever gone previously. I 
would sometimes let him put my hand on his thing 
through his pants. I didn't do anything, just held it 
there. And I began to allow him greater liberties. He 
would sometimes touch my thighs under my skirt, or cup 
my breast inside my top, but through my bra. There were 
still limits. We were never more intimate than that 
before our wedding. 

It was well worth the wait. When the day of our wedding 
finally arrived we left for our honeymoon pure and 
untouched. And that week was a week of wonder and 
exploration and excitement and we both knew that it had 
been worth the wait.

Now some strange man was insisting that I go to what I 
assumed was his address and I can only assume that he 
intends to have sex with me. It just wasn't possible; I 
would not be able to do it. I would go there and 
explain that, yes, I had gotten carried away in those 
chats, but it was just for titillation. I never had any 
intention of ever doing anything with anyone but my 
husband. I still don't!

I looked at the map the he sent me. The street was less 
than a mile from my house. I would have to leave my 
subdivision and go out to the main road and the next 
street off of the main road heading away from town was 
Lawton. I didn't like the idea that this pervert lived 
so near to my home.

It was finally time to go and get this over with. I got 
in my car and drove to his house. It was not as well 
kept as the neighbors. The grass needed mowing. There 
was a big motorcycle parked outside the garage, right 
beside the pickup truck with all of the redneck 
stickers on the back window.

I drove past the first time. I couldn't bring myself to 
stop there. But finally I knew I had no choice and I 
parked at the curb in front of the house. I walked 
slowly up the driveway, I was so nervous I was having 
trouble breathing.

I could hear music coming from inside the house, but I 
had to knock loudly several times before someone 
finally answered the door. The man who answered the 
door was in his mid to late thirties, tall, at least 
6'2", and big. He looked like he used to lift weights 
but had stopped. He was still strong, but he was 
getting a bit of a beer gut. He also looked kind of 
mean. I began to suspect that I was not going to be 
able to reason with him. Oh, and he also looked 
familiar, but I could not say from where.

He didn't say anything when he came to the door. He 
looked at me for a moment and then stood back and held 
the door for me to come in. I tried to tell him that I 
did not want to enter his house. I had just come to 
reason with him. I was stuttering and stammering and 
finally he said, "Shut the fuck up and get your dumb 
ass in here, cunt!"

I could not have been more shocked if he had struck me! 
In my entire life no one had ever spoken to me in that 
manner, or used that course language in my presence. I 
wanted to slap his face. Instead, he reached out and 
grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me into 
his living room. 

Once I was inside he shut the door and walked around me 
to sit in an old recliner. He looked up at me for a 
minute. I glanced at him and it was obvious he was 
enjoying this! I started to speak again, still not 
knowing exactly what I could say, but knowing that I 
had to get out of this place. 

"You really are a stupid cunt, aren't you? Do all of 
your friends call you clueless?"

"What!" I managed to gasp out. "No! And please don't 
use that language around me. I won't stand for it!"

He laughed at me. "What's the matter cunt, you don't 
like being called cunt? I'll call you any god damned 
thing I want and you will smile and say 'yes sir'. Got 
it?"

"Please, don't use the lord's name in vain! I only came 
here to reason with you. I am not the kind of person 
you think I am. Those chats, they were……I don't know, 
just harmless playing. I am not really that kind of 
person. I don't know how you got those pictures or 
those chat-logs, but you have to destroy them and not 
contact me anymore. Do you understand?" I sounded weak 
and ineffectual even to myself.

He laughed in my face. "Sorry cunt, not gonna happen. I 
got your sweet ass right where I want it. I think that 
you are going to find our days together very 
educational."

He got up and pulled me over to the sofa and pushed me 
down. The place was so dirty and messy I was 
uncomfortable about touching anything, but I was too 
numb to resist him. He sat beside me and pulled a 
folder on the coffee table closer and opened it up. 
Inside were 8X10s of all of the pictures, copies of all 
of the chat logs, and a list of names and addresses. 
The list contained the names of both Jay's parents and 
my own, our grandparents, our neighbors, our closest 
friends, Jay's boss and several of his co-workers. It 
also listed our Pastor and many of the most influential 
people in our church. 

I suddenly knew I was going to throw up. I looked 
around and couldn't see the bathroom so I ran to the 
kitchen and was sick in the sink. When I was finished I 
rinsed the sink out and then rinsed my face and my 
mouth. The only towel I saw was filthy so I used a 
paper towel to dry my face and hands. I looked into the 
living room and he was still sitting where I had left 
him on the sofa.

I went into the living room and, realizing I was 
trapped, I asked him what he wanted from me.

"You are one hot bitch," he said. "I don't think you 
have any idea how hot you are. But that's okay, I do. I 
am going to teach you all about sex, you are going to 
learn how to fuck and suck on command. And I am 
definitely going to have to teach you how to dress!"

"You don't understand," I tried one last time. "I have 
never been with anyone but my husband. I just 
couldn't!"

He ordered me to go get him a beer from the 
refrigerator. I didn't want to do it. I realized that 
any time I obeyed an order of his I would be 
surrendering. But he didn't even have to put the threat 
into words. I knew I was beaten. I got the beer from 
the refrigerator. I was disgusted by the inside of the 
refrigerator. I don't think he had ever cleaned it out. 
I took the beer in and handed it to him. It wasn't even 
9:30 in the morning yet and he was drinking a beer.

He saw the disapproval in my face and he laughed and 
said, "I always drink beer while I watch a strip show. 
Now, I want you to start taking those damned clothes 
off. Take as much time as you like, we have all day." 
Then he picked up a small remote control and pointed it 
at a camera on a tripod nearby and told me to start.

I looked at the camera and I panicked. It was just too 
much. I collapsed to my knees and put my face in my 
hands and sobbed. He just watched. When I finally had 
recovered enough to look at him he was smiling. He was 
actually enjoying my suffering! Oh my god what have I 
gotten myself into!

I tried to plead again. I begged him. I told him I 
couldn't possibly undress in front of a man other than 
my husband. And I certainly could not undress in front 
of a camera! I glanced at the camera and noticed that 
the red light was still on. It was recording me even 
now!

"You stupid cunt, get the fuck up! I was intending to 
start you out kind of easy, but if you don't pull 
yourself together and get with the program here, I am 
going to have to take my belt to your sweet ass. Now, 
god damn it, you know you got no way out of this. So 
get the fuck off the floor and start taking your 
clothes off. Or if you would rather, I suppose I could 
call a few friends over and we could take your clothes 
off. Would you prefer that?"

I struggled to my feet and wiped my eyes and my nose 
with the damp paper towel that I still had in my hands 
from when I had washed my face at the sink. I put the 
paper towel in the side pocket of my jacket and then I 
slipped my jacket off and dropped it on the coffee 
table. I stepped out of my shoes and I slowly 
unbuttoned my blouse, pulling it out of my skirt as I 
reached the bottom. I took a deep breath and let it 
slide down my shoulders and while covering my chest 
with my arm I dropped the blouse on top of my jacket. 

I wanted to disappear. I knew that there was no use in 
begging anymore. I just didn't think I could do this. 
My body had always been sacred to me. To be undressing 
in this hovel for the amusement and eventual sexual 
gratification of the cretin seated on the couch, well, 
it was just unimaginable!

He didn't rush me. He was enjoying my discomfort as 
much as he was going to enjoy my partial nudity. I 
glanced at him and the look of pleasure on his face 
made my discomfort even worse. I quickly looked away, 
but it was hard to find a place to look. If I looked 
down I saw the 8X10s spread out on the coffee table. If 
I looked away I saw the movie camera filming my 
humiliation. Finally I found myself staring at a 
Playboy calendar on the wall behind my tormentor.

I couldn't stand like this forever. So I unfastened my 
skirt and slid it off. I held onto it so that it 
wouldn't fall to the filthy floor and I stepped out of 
it as gracefully as possible. I dropped my skirt on the 
growing pile of my clothing and took another deep 
breath to try and steady my nerves. I put my thumb into 
the waistband of my pantyhose and started rolling them 
down. Again, I stepped out of them without allowing 
them to touch the floor. 

Now I was dressed in only my modest bra and panties. 
The idea of the next step was so scary that I was 
actually shivering. I finally reached behind my back 
and unhooked my bra. I held it in front of me, still 
cupping my breasts as the shoulder straps slid down and 
I pulled my arms free. Finally I pulled the bra away 
from my breasts, but I continued to cover them with my 
arm. With my other arm I dropped the bra on the pile. 

Oh sweet Jesus, how could I do this?! There was no 
answer. Finally I dropped my arm and bared my breasts 
to the monster that now had my life and my marriage in 
his hands. It didn't help that he whistled in 
appreciation when my breasts came into view. 

Like most women my age, I suppose, I have very firm 
breasts. They are a bit on the small side and stick out 
straight from my chest. They are also very sensitive. 
More sensitive than most I think. Sometimes, when Jay 
is caressing them and playing with my nipples I think 
that if he would just do that a little more, or a 
little harder, I could actually have an orgasm. But of 
course I couldn't tell Jay what to do. Still, it is 
always pleasant when he touches them.

Now it was time for the final indignity. But then I 
realized that this would not be anywhere near the final 
indignity. This man is going to rape me. And I am going 
to have to let him. And not just this time. Not just 
today. There will be many more rapes to come. It just 
isn't fair!

I slid my panties down over my hips and down to just 
below my knees and stepped out of them, being careful 
to keep my thighs pressed as tightly together as 
possible. I started to drop my underwear on the pile 
but he held out his hand and I dropped them in his hand 
instead. He stared at me as he brought my underwear to 
his face and breathed deeply. I didn't think I could be 
any more embarrassed. But I was. 

I stood still for a long time and then he ordered me to 
turn around. I turned until my back was toward him and 
I swear I could feel his eyes on me as I stood naked in 
front of him. 

Then he ordered me to face the camera. When I was 
facing the camera he ordered me to lace my fingers 
behind my neck and to hold my elbows out to my side. I 
did as he ordered. It was just one more indignity. I 
spread my legs a couple of feet apart when he commanded 
me.

After staring at me for several minutes he rose and 
stepped behind me. I shivered when I felt his hand 
caressing my back, sliding down and moving over my 
buttocks. I started to cry again, softly. But I knew he 
would enjoy that too, which only made it worse. I felt 
him exploring my body with his large rough hands, even 
moving his fingers into the crevice between my nether 
cheeks! There was no more resistance in me though. 
Every time I thought to resist I realized that not only 
would it be futile, but it would serve to increase the 
pleasure he took from desecrating my body and my soul.

I felt him move closer to me and reach around and take 
my breasts into his hands. I noticed a mirror against 
the wall behind the camera and when I saw myself being 
molested this way I shut my eyes. But my tormentor 
would not allow me to hide behind my eyelids. He was 
watching me in the mirror and he ordered me to open my 
eyes and watch. 

I opened my eyes and watched as this evil man grasped, 
squeezed, pulled and twisted my firm young breasts. It 
was obvious that he was hurting me, and it was equally 
obvious that hurting me was something he enjoyed. 
Fleetingly the thought flashed through my brain that it 
was such a shame that suicide was a mortal sin, for 
that seemed to be the only way out of this mess.

He began to concentrate on my nipples, which were 
already erect, much to my further shame. He squeezed 
and pulled and twisted them and it was totally unlike 
the gentle way that Jay treated them. To my horror, I 
felt the sensations like electric shocks traveling all 
the way to my clitoris, and I quickly realized that if 
he did not stop I was going to have an orgasm. And I 
could not live with that! 

But he didn't stop. And I did have an orgasm. And I 
sank down, unable to support my own weight and sobbed 
into my hands once more. But I didn't sink to the 
floor. He held me up, one strong hand grasping my 
breast and the other moving down and forcing its way 
between my thighs. The very idea that some man besides 
Jay would have his hand on my vagina was just totally 
unimaginable! But here I was with a stranger, a man 
intent on using me for his sexual pleasure. A man who 
received pleasure from my suffering. 

"Oh my god," I thought, "How could I have had an orgasm 
at the hands of this monster?! I would never be the 
same now. I was truly a fallen woman.

I was finally able to regain my footing and support 
myself. But his hand continued to explore my vagina, 
roughly rubbing and then finally penetrating me with 
one of his large fingers. I cried out as he entered me. 

He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear. Telling me 
in the most awful language what he was going to do to 
me. And what I was going to do to him. I just shook my 
head weakly back and forth and whimpered. No longer 
even pleading, not resisting, just reacting to each new 
humiliation in the only way that I could.

Finally he released me and stepped back. He stood me in 
profile to the camera and ordered me to undress him. I 
wiped the tears from my eyes with the backs of my hands 
and gingerly grabbed the hem of the holey t-shirt he 
was wearing and being careful not to actually touch his 
skin any more than necessary I pulled the shirt up his 
torso and over his head. I dropped it beside the pile 
of my clothes on the table and then I dropped to my 
knees and unfastened his belt and his jeans. 

I tried not to look at the large throbbing erection 
tenting out the front of his shorts as I slid his jeans 
down and he stepped out of them. I dropped his jeans 
and tried to keep my total revulsion under control as I 
pinched the waist of his shorts in my fingers and 
carefully pulled them down. I was shocked as his penis 
came into view. It looked huge! It was much, much 
larger than Jay's, much uglier too. I knew that they 
came in assorted sizes of course. But I had never 
expected to be kneeling with my face mere inches from 
some stranger's penis, certainly not a penis that I 
would estimate to be at least eight inches long. And so 
frightfully thick! I did not think it possible that he 
would be able to put that horrible thing in me!

After I had removed his shorts he took his organ in his 
hand and rubbed it over my face. There was a clear 
liquid coming out of the hole in the tip. I knew that 
when men became excited their penises excreted 
lubrication. But I had never actually seen it before. I 
certainly had never had my face this close to Jay's 
penis! And I had never actually touched it with my 
hands except a few times, playfully, through his 
clothing. 

But this horrible man was rubbing his organ all over my 
face leaving a trail of wetness wherever it touched me. 
I felt it as he moved it slowly over my cheeks and my 
eyelids, down to my chin and then across my lips. I 
felt like I might throw up again but I started gagging 
and he slapped me. Hard! Right on my face! 

I had never been hit before! Never in my entire life! I 
was shocked. My eyes opened and I saw the huge penis 
less than an inch from my nose. 

"Kiss it," he said quietly, but firmly. 

I tried to pull away. I was sure that I could not do 
that. I wasn't totally naïve. I knew that women did 
that sort of thing. I even knew that it was almost 
common. But it wasn't normal, it wasn't right. Good 
women like me most certainly did not touch a man's 
sexual organ with their lips!

The man grabbed my hair again and held me tight. "You 
know," he asked in a conversational tone, as though 
talking to a friend about the weather, "I have never 
fucked a redhead before. I am really looking forward to 
this. It just tickled the hell out of me when you 
dropped your drawers and I saw that the carpet matched 
the drapes. I knew it would, but it sure looks hot." 

I didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking 
about. But I knew what he was doing. He pulled my face 
back to his large organ and placed the tip of it to my 
lips. 

"Now kiss it, cunt." 

I closed my eyes but he yelled at me to keep them open. 

I opened my eyes and looked at his swollen stomach as I 
pursed my lips and obeyed yet another of his 
humiliating commands. And when I had kissed him he 
pulled my face away and ordered me to lick my lips. I 
did. I was surprised that the slimy fluid oozing from 
his penis did not seem to have a taste. Still, when I 
obeyed his order and ran my tongue over my lips I 
started gagging again at the very idea of what I was 
doing. 

When I started gagging he pulled his hand up as though 
to slap me again but I managed to regain control before 
he hit me again.

He slowly pulled my face back and when the slimy end of 
his penis was at my lips he ordered me to stick my 
tongue out and lick it, all over. 

I groaned in shame as I forced myself to obey. I licked 
all around the head of his organ, repulsed by what I 
was forced to do, and then startled by the sudden 
violent twitching when my tongue touched him. He moaned 
in pleasure as I started licking his ugly male organ. 
It was difficult. It kept moving around as though it 
was trying to escape me. Chasing it around with my 
tongue made what I was doing just that much more 
humiliating. 

When I had been licking for some time he guided my face 
down and I was forced to lick the dirty, ugly, hairy, 
smelly sack containing his testicles. How could so many 
women allow themselves to be used like this?!

Once his testicles were covered in my saliva he pulled 
my face back up and said, "Okay baby, that's enough 
foreplay. Now it's time for the main act. Wrap your 
pretty pink lips around that fucking thing and let's 
see how much of it you can swallow."

I had every reason to believe this was coming, but 
still. How could I actually allow a man to put his 
penis in my mouth? I shuddered in revulsion, praying 
that I would be able to get through this. I opened my 
mouth wide and he laughed at me as he slowly pushed his 
nasty organ into me. "You sure got a lot to learn about 
cocksucking," he said in a tone that let me know how 
stupid he thought I was. "But don't worry; you're going 
to get lots and lots of practice."

I closed my lips around his penis as he pushed it into 
me. "Watch your teeth!" he warned me. "Damn you are 
stupid cunt, aren't you? Alright, that's it. Move that 
tongue around."

He was moving in and out of my mouth slowly, but each 
time he moved in he pushed a little deeper into my 
mouth. Now he was hitting the back of my throat with 
every stroke and I was gagging again. At first he just 
watched my reactions and ignored it. But he kept 
forcing his organ into the back of my throat and then 
he started slapping me. Every time I would gag, which 
was on every stroke, he would slap my face, hard. I was 
crying hysterically now. I was crying and gagging and 
gasping for breath and desperate for this to be over. 
And then, suddenly, he grabbed my head in both of his 
large, strong hands and pulled my head towards him as 
he thrust into my mouth with his hips and his penis 
suddenly slid all the way into my throat. Suddenly I 
had my lips stretched wide around the base of his 
smelly organ!

"Oh yes!" he screamed. "Holy shit! Yes bitch! That's 
fucking fantastic!"

And then I felt it. I felt him pulsing in my throat and 
I knew what was happening. I couldn't breath. I wanted 
to throw up again. I was pushing with all my might on 
his thighs and I was sure I was going to die with my 
lips around the base of this man's sex organ!

But finally he was pulling back, very, very slowly. He 
stopped with the tip still resting in my mouth and I 
tasted a few drops of his ejaculate on my tongue. 

"You may be one dumb cunt," he said contemptuously, 
"but it looks like you are going to be a pretty good 
cocksucker after all! With a lot more practice of 
course. I gotta admit, not many bitches can take my 
cock down their fucking throats."

Did he have to talk like that? It seemed to make it so 
much worse that he was so coarse.

He stepped back when his penis was finished drooling 
the last few drops of his semen into my mouth. I wanted 
to spit it out, but I knew that would just get me hit 
again. So I swallowed, managing to control my gag 
reflex this time. It was very painful to swallow. And 
he was going to make me do this again, probably often. 
I couldn't take it much more. I would not be able to 
live like this. I even thought of killing him. But I 
knew I couldn't.

He stretched me out on the floor with my feet toward 
the camera. He went and adjusted the aim and then he 
sat back down in his chair and went back to sipping on 
his beer. As soon as he was comfortable, he ordered me 
to masturbate! Well, he didn't use that word. I had 
never in my life masturbated. Masturbation is a sin. 
And now I was going to be forced to do it in front of a 
strange man, and on camera! I don't even know how. I 
tried to explain that I didn't know how. But even as 
the words came out of my mouth I knew I was wasting my 
time.

"You stupid cunt, you gotta be shittin' me! Fuckin' 
everybody jerks off! Christ I bet the fucking pope 
jerks off! I'll tell you what. You better damn sure 
figure it out fast. Because if you can't figure it out 
I imagine I can find someone to come in here and help 
you figure it out."

I knew he would do it to. The very idea of yet one more 
stranger enjoying my subjugation and humiliation was 
unbearable. So I moved my hands down and started to 
caress myself. I gently rubbed around my clitoris and 
it actually felt very good. I knew it was a sin, but I 
didn't have any choice. As I was rubbing he ordered me 
to put a finger, and then two fingers, inside my vagina 
and move them in and out. Of course that wasn't the way 
he said it.

I closed my eyes, but he ordered me to open them and 
look right into the camera as I rubbed myself. I never, 
for one moment, thought that I would be able to achieve 
orgasm like this, under these circumstances. It made 
things so much worse that I was wrong. It seemed like a 
very long time, but eventually I started getting short 
of breath and I felt the pleasure spreading through my 
loins. I tried not to, but eventually I knew I couldn't 
avoid it any longer. I started rubbing harder and 
faster and my hips rose up to meet my fingers and to my 
total and complete humiliation I achieved orgasm, my 
second orgasm since entering this horrible man's house 
this morning. How could my body betray me like this?!

My tormentor, I still didn't know his name, stood as my 
orgasm subsided and walked over to where I was 
stretched out on the floor. He turned me so that my 
side was to the camera and then he knelt between my 
legs. I tried to push him away as he stretched out 
between my legs and started kissing my thighs and my 
belly. Nobody had ever done anything like this before, 
it was an abomination. I begged him not to. I tried to 
push him away but he ignored me. His lips moved closer 
and closer to the swollen lips of my sex and the fact 
that it felt pleasant just made it that much worse. And 
when his tongue finally started teasing my labia I had 
to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out in 
pleasure. And yet again my hips thrust up to meet his 
tongue, despite my attempts to hold still and resist.

"Yeah," he said spitefully, "I knew you were a hot 
bitch, even if you didn't. Look at your hot cunt. The 
juice is just pouring out of you!" 

It just kept getting worse. Every time I thought it was 
as bad as it could get, it got worse. Each new 
dehumanizing act of degradation seemed to be able to 
draw me deeper into a pit of shame.

In moments I was having another orgasm. As his lips 
locked on my clitoris I could no longer control myself. 
I screamed loudly in pleasure and to my everlasting 
shame I had a huge orgasm. Worse than that, I had what 
was without question the most intense orgasm of my 
life! 

And he knew it. I could sense that he knew it. God I 
hated him!

He kissed me down there a few more times and then he 
started kissing his way up my body, kissing my stomach 
my breasts. Kissing and licking and sucking and making 
my body want yet another of those fantastic orgasms. 
Even if my mind knew it was horribly wrong. 

I kept my eyes closed and tried to fight the sensations 
of pleasure coursing through my body like an ocean, 
undeniable, irresistible. And then his lips were on 
mine and he was kissing me, and I was letting him, and 
then I was kissing him back. 

I felt his manhood moving against my vagina as we 
kissed. "Here it comes," I thought, "the final 
indignity, the final dagger in my soul." If only I had 
been right. I had not the vaguest idea of the depths to 
which I would be dragged by this monster.

"Put your hands on my cock and guide it into your 
cunt," he ordered as he hovered over me. 

I reached down and put my hand on his manhood and lined 
it up with the entrance to my vagina and he started 
slowly forcing his way into me. Our eyes were locked as 
his organ forced its way into me. It felt so huge that 
I was afraid he would damage me. I wondered if my 
husband would be able to tell the difference after this 
man was done using me. It did not seem possible that my 
abused organ would return to its normal shape and size.

He finally stopped when the base of his penis was 
buried all the way in my sex organ. He smiled at me 
derisively and started speaking quietly, "Yeah bitch. 
You never had a cock like that buried in your cunt have 
you? Don't worry; you're going to get lots of it. 
Before I am done with you you'll be coming over here 
begging to get fucked right. Not like that wimpy little 
hubby of yours. You're going to crave getting fucked by 
a real man."

I shook my head from side to side. I kept saying, "No, 
no, no," in a whisper. But even as I denied it I was 
thinking how wonderful it felt to be stretched like 
this, to be filled like this. To be taken so 
completely. 

And then he started, slowly at first, our eyes still 
locked. Then faster and harder and it was incredible. I 
felt myself losing the fight again. My hips began to 
come up from the floor to meet his thrusts, my grunts 
turned to moans of pleasure. And I knew I was losing 
control yet again. 

I found that my arms had somehow encircled his back and 
I was holding him tight, pulling him onto me and into 
me with all of my might and then screaming at him to go 
faster and harder and then I felt him tense up and I 
felt his large organ throbbing in my tight little hole 
and I knew that he was shooting his large load of hot 
cream into me. And I screamed again and raked his back 
with my fingers as I had yet another orgasm. Then 
another, and yet another! I had never been capable of 
multiple orgasms; I had never had more than a feeling 
of mild pleasure to be honest. I am sure that they were 
orgasms, what I had when I made love with Jay. They 
just weren't like this. I had no idea it could be like 
this! 

And then I remembered what I was doing. I was lying on 
the filthy floor with a complete stranger, being taken 
against my will and used like a common prostitute! And 
I was screaming and hugging him and kissing him and 
scratching his back with my fingernails as I tossed 
about in a lust filled dance of surrender.

He continued to lie on top of me, staring at my face, 
watching my emotions running the gamut. Still with that 
horrible salacious grin, no, leer on his face. Suddenly 
he dipped his head down and licked his tongue over my 
face from my chin to my forehead. While I shivered in 
revulsion he rolled off of me and sat up. 

He sat beside me for a minute, toying with my breast. 
Then he slapped it, causing me to scream yet again and 
reach up to protect myself. He stood up and then 
reached down and helped me up. He pointed down the 
short hallway and said, "The bathroom is down there. Go 
clean up your nasty cunt. And be quick about it!"

I staggered down the hallway and was just about to 
enter the bathroom when I stopped suddenly. I had never 
seen such a filthy mess in my life! It didn't look safe 
to enter. But then I realized that after what I had 
done it was an appropriate place for me. 

I went in, lowered the nasty toilet seat, and sat down, 
reluctantly, on the toilet and waited as the liquids 
that remained from my rape drained into the bowl. When 
nothing more came out I cleaned myself with toilet 
paper and flushed and moved to the sink.

There were no clean linens. I ran the water until it 
was warm and then I rinsed out the cleanest washcloth I 
found and used it to clean my body. When I had cleaned 
everything else I then washed my vagina and my 
encrusted thighs. I used the cleanest of several dirty 
towels to dry off with and went back out to the living 
room.

Despite all that had just happened I still felt 
incredibly embarrassed to be naked in front of this 
man. He had slipped his jeans and his t-shirt back on 
and was slipping on an old pair of boots. He let me put 
on my skirt and my blouse. No underwear and no jacket. 
Then I put my shoes on and we went outside. 

I was glad to be out of the house where I thought I 
would be relatively safe, but I didn't know what he had 
planned and I was getting nervous. 

He led me over to the motorcycle and after he was 
seated he made me sit on the tiny little pad behind his 
seat. I had never been on a motorcycle before and I was 
terrified. My seat was a little pad on the back fender. 
There was no backrest or anything to keep me from 
sliding off. 

He showed me where to put my feet and he ordered me to 
put my hands on his waist. Then he told me that under 
absolutely no circumstances was I to move either of my 
hands from his waist. Not even for a second. If I did 
he would stop the motorcycle and spank me on my bare 
ass wherever we happened to be when it happened. 

I told him that I understood. Well, I thought I 
understood. I would find out when the bike started 
moving that I had not really understood. 

He started it up and the sound was horrible. It was so 
loud that it almost hurt my ears. He twisted the grip 
and the front end almost came off of the ground as he 
raced down and out of the driveway. I very nearly slid 
right off of the back. As we sped down the side street 
to the main road I noticed that my skirt was billowing 
up in front. I told him I needed to tuck it under my 
thighs so that it wouldn't blow around and he hollered 
back that it was too late now.

At first it wasn't so bad. Until he got out on the main 
road where the speed limit was 45 MPH. Suddenly my 
skirt was billowing up and my belly was being exposed 
as we rode down the four lane road towards town. I 
screamed at him that we were going to get arrested but 
he just yelled back that he wasn't worried, he had his 
pants on!

At first I was looking around to see who might be 
watching, and there were several people, especially 
those in pickup trucks that got a pretty good view. 
When we finally came to the first stop light I was 
thinking that my skirt would fall back into place. But 
it didn't, quite. The sides fell down around my thighs, 
but the front was folded over and my crotch was 
exposed. Finally I realized that the only way I could 
deal with this was to close my eyes and hope for the 
best until we got to where ever it was he was taking 
me. I tried not to think about that either.

He finally pulled up in front of a place that I didn't 
even know existed. On one end it was a bar, apparently 
a biker bar, judging from all the bikes in the parking 
lot. On the other end it was a leather shop and sexy 
lingerie store.

He told me to get off, which I did most happily. He 
stood up and I was forced to follow him into the 
leather shop. When we walked in there were several 
people standing around holding beers and talking and 
joking. They looked up and when they saw who it was 
they greeted my rapist by his nickname. I assumed that 
it was his nickname.

There was a chorus of "Hey Snake! What's happening? 
What's that you got with you?" 

"Snake," I thought, "who the hell names a kid Snake?!"

I followed Snake as he went over to greet them. He 
greeted his friends, who mostly had names as unlikely 
as his own. There were four men and a woman in the 
group, and now Snake and I. Behind them I saw the open 
door into the bar where people were playing pool and 
laughing and drinking and listening to loud music.

They talked for a few minutes and ignored me, which was 
more than fine with me. I felt extremely self conscious 
just being seen with Snake. And I prayed that nobody I 
knew had seen me riding on that motorcycle or coming 
into this place!

But it couldn't last. He pulled me out from behind him 
and said, "This is my new 'slut in training'. She just 
had her first biker fuck about half an hour ago. She's 
still recovering."

I turned bright red as everyone, even the girl laughed. 

Someone said, "So you finally found a soft tail for 
your Softail!"

The big guy, the one who appeared to work here, his 
name was Larry, asked, "Where did you find a classy 
little bitch like her?" 

Snake smiled and said, "I'll fill you in later. The 
kick is that I'm blackmailing the stupid cunt! She is 
the squarest, most naïve, piece of ass I ever had! You 
won't believe this; she never sucked a cock before this 
morning!"

There were choruses of "No shit!" and "No way!" I just 
kept my head down and prayed to be struck by lightning. 

Snake said, "Yeah. And all she has is crap like this to 
wear. I figured I'd bring her in and get her some good 
slut clothes. Got anything that would look good on 
her?"

Larry looked me over and then led Snake and me down one 
of the aisles. I heard the remaining three men and the 
woman following. We came to a stop beside a rack of 
short skirts. I mean so short they should be illegal! 
Larry asked me what my size was and when I told him he 
picked one out a size smaller and handed it to me. He 
told me to try it on.

I looked around for the changing room and Snake 
suddenly said, "Hey! Are you deaf? Try it on!"

I whispered, "I'm looking for the changing room."

Snake mocked me in a whiny, high pitched voice. I 
suddenly realized that I was to try it on right here in 
front of all of them!

"Oh god, Snake, please, I can't do that!" 

His hand came up so fast I never saw what hit me. He 
slapped my face hard, so hard that I spun around. I was 
too shocked to even scream! I grabbed my face and 
looked at him, cowering in fear. I had no idea why he 
had hit me like that!

"First of all," he said, with genuine anger in his 
voice, "only my friends call me Snake, you stupid cunt! 
To you I am Master, or Sir. Do you understand?"

The people standing around were smiling and laughing 
like this was all in fun! Even that girl seemed to find 
this amusing. I nodded and said, "Yes Sir."

"Second, you don't ever question anything I tell you to 
do. Not anything! Do you understand?"

I said, "Yes Sir." I was still shivering in pain and 
fear. I did not want to make this man mad again.

"Hand me that skirt you're wearing. Hell, take 
everything off."

I was too afraid to even hesitate. I quickly pulled my 
blouse and skirt off and slipped out of my shoes to 
stand naked in front of Snake and Larry and the four 
other customers. No, more than four, two more men had 
heard the commotion and had come over to see what was 
going on. They were leaning against a nearby wall and 
watching my humiliation with obvious glee.

Everyone looked me over and the general consensus was 
that I was, "Not bad!" I was spun around and once 
everyone had seen all of me Larry handed me the skirt 
again and I put it on. It only came down to my crotch 
and I could tell that a little bit of my bottom was 
sticking out even when I stood straight. If I had to 
bend over…. well, I had best avoid bending over. The 
skirt wrapped around and buttoned at the waist, but 
that was it! Except for the button closure it was open 
all the way down the side. They made me walk up and 
down the aisle in it and when I passed the men they 
would reach out and grab my bottom. I knew better than 
to object. 

When I had returned to where Snake and Larry stood 
Larry reached out and grabbed my breast. I stood 
quietly while he squeezed it roughly and said, "Let's 
see if we can find something nice to cover these with." 

Larry turned and started looking through tops. He 
pulled out one that looked like a men's tank top with 
oversized arm holes. I put it on and I found that if I 
didn't hold it in place on the sides, my breasts were 
exposed from the side. I was made to walk the gauntlet 
again and this time when I passed the men their hands 
went under my new top and grabbed my breasts. Even the 
girl smiled at me and grabbed me!

Larry picked out another top that was all lace. I took 
off the one I was wearing and put it on. My nipples 
were plainly visible; my entire breast was plainly 
visible. I felt more exposed with it on. It seemed to 
emphasize the face that my breasts were on display!

Larry and Snake picked out two more, equally outrageous 
tops and then decided I would probably need two skirts 
so I was handed another one of those. Then Larry 
suggested one more thing. He led me over to a bunch of 
leather goods and made me take the most recent top off. 
He picked up what appeared to be a leather harness. He 
slid it over my arms and fastened it behind my back. It 
was constructed like a bra, except that instead of cups 
for my breasts there were just small straps that came 
down over my nipples, not quite covering them. 

I was horrified at all of these garments, and at having 
to try them on and model them for a half a dozen dirty 
bikers. I was told to pick up the clothes I had worn in 
and put them on the counter with my new clothes. Then I 
was led to the corner where there was a large selection 
of shoes and boots, most of them totally outrageous, of 
course.

I was placed in a chair and with everyone gathered 
around to watch, Larry grabbed my ankle and placed my 
foot on the measuring device. As soon as I sat down the 
little skirt had hiked up exposing my pubic hair. Now 
with my leg in the air my vagina was on view for the 
gathered audience. And Larry was taking his time. He 
measured my foot and picked out some extremely high 
heels. He put them on my foot, making sure that my legs 
stayed widely spread the entire time. Then he wrapped 
the long straps around my ankles and buckled them on my 
calf. When both shoes were in place he finally put my 
feet down and slid his stool back.

I was ordered to stand and walk around. I was so 
concerned about falling down that I didn't even notice 
that my nipples had come out from behind the small 
straps that were supposed to cover them. I walked 
around for a minute, gradually getting used to the 
heels and learning how to walk in them. Suddenly I 
looked at the mirror and realized that my nipples were 
exposed, and erect! I quickly tucked them back behind 
the straps to the laughter of my audience. 

Then we walked back to the counter up front with the 
cash register. While Larry was figuring out the total 
Snake decided he wanted me in the t-shirt with the big 
armholes. I removed the leather contraption I was 
wearing and quickly slipped the t-shirt on, thinking I 
would be more covered, but I wasn't really. The front 
sagged in between my breasts, which brought the 
armholes over and totally exposed my breasts. I kept 
trying to adjust it, but Snaked ordered me to quit 
fidgeting so I gave up and left my breasts exposed. 

Larry finally came up with a total, $275. I couldn't 
believe it. Hopefully that would discourage him and I 
could put this stuff back. Then I was reminded of what 
a dumb……..well, you know, I am. 

Snake said, "Pay the man bitch!" 

I looked at him helplessly. I didn't have any money. I 
didn't even bring my purse with me when we left his 
hovel!

I finally stuttered out, "S-S-Sir……..I d-d-don't have 
any money!" 

"You stupid cunt!" Snake said loudly. "What the fuck 
are you doing going shopping with no money?" 

Everyone was smiling and laughing and really enjoying 
the show. Not me of course.

All I could do was stand there helplessly. Snake kept 
giving me a dirty look and then he started calculating. 
"Okay, well, let's see, $275. I guess we will have to 
go into the bar and see what we can get for your ass!" 

I squeaked helplessly as he started to pull me to the 
door into the bar but Larry stopped him. "Hey Snake, 
I'll knock $50 dollars off for a piece."

Snake thought it over and said, "$75, you won't regret 
it, she's almost a virgin."

"Done!" Larry said. 

Snake pushed me towards Larry and I stumbled into his 
arms in those silly high heels. With everyone watching 
he bent me over one of his display tables and warned me 
not to mess his stuff up. Then he flipped my little 
skirt all the way up and started fingering my vagina. 

"Shit," he said, exasperated at my apparent failure to 
provide the necessary lubrication! "Dry as a fucking 
bone!" 

Snake said, "Sorry Larry, like I said, she's new. I'll 
work on that." Everyone was chuckling as Larry grabbed 
my hair and pulled me back around and pushed me to the 
floor on my knees. He pulled my head to his penis and 
forced it into my mouth. 

"You better get that thing wet in about ten seconds," 
he warned, "cause that's how long before I shove it up 
your tight little cunt. I don't mind hurting you, but I 
don't want your tight ass cunt rubbing the skin off my 
cock."

I did my best. I used my tongue as much as possible. 
His organ was at least a more normal size. Surprising 
considering how large he was. He was as big as the guys 
that people usually call tiny.

After a few seconds of forcing his organ into my mouth 
and down my throat he pulled out and pushed me back 
over the table. Then I felt him flip up the skirt and 
kick my legs apart and start forcing his penis into me. 
I suddenly realized that I had not been dry! He had 
just wanted to stick his nasty organ in my mouth I 
suppose! Apparently I had, in fact, been quite wet. I 
guess parading around in a store naked had an 
unanticipated effect on me.

He bottomed out in me quickly and then started rapidly 
moving in and out. It went on for the longest time and 
finally I felt him speed up even more and he grunted 
and stopped, filling me again with a strange man's 
ejaculate. But by now I was beyond tears. I just 
remained bent over the table as he pulled out of me and 
stood up. I waited for my next order.

Apparently another deal had been made while Larry was 
using me because as soon as he moved away another man 
took his place. Larry went next door and came back with 
a beer and a dozen bikers. I had, of course, heard the 
phrase "gang bang". I never thought I would be taking 
part in one! I remained bent over the table while four 
men raped me. Then I was pushed to my hands and knees 
so that while I was being raped someone else could use 
my mouth. 

I am not sure at what point, but shortly after this 
started my clothes were removed again. I remember Snake 
saying that there was no sense messing up my new school 
clothes.

I don't know how many men had me in the front of the 
store that day. Some took me and stayed around to 
watch, and some of them even took me again. Some of 
them used me and then left. Men, and sometimes couples, 
came and went and either joined in or just ignored me 
being gang raped beside the cash register. 

Finally it was over. The woman that had been there the 
entire time took me by the arm and said, "Come on, 
honey, let's get your nasty ass cleaned up. You're a 
mess."

As we walked away I was upset to see that one of the 
men had been filming the entire rape. He handed the 
camera to Snake as I was led away.

I was, indeed, a mess. I had the cream of all of those 
men running down my legs in streams. There were also 
puddles of it dripping down off of my chin and then 
down my breasts. I had tried to keep a count of the 
number of men that used me. But I got confused. It was 
a lot. 

The girl led me into the bar, still naked, and down the 
side of the room to the ladies room. Whistles and 
obscene comments followed me all the way.

As soon as the door to the ladies room closed I fell to 
my knees and bawled like a baby. The girl with me said, 
"Come on honey, get it under control. Snake ain't gonna 
give you all day in here. And you don't want to piss 
Snake off, if you know what I mean."

I did know what she meant. He was a frightening man. I 
finally got my tears under control and stood up. I 
looked at her and said, "I want to die."

She smiled and said, "Honey, you are hanging around 
with the right man if you have a death wish. Snake can 
definitely make it happen. How did he get his hooks 
into you?" 

As we talked we both worked to clean the ejaculate up 
and get my body and my face as clean as possible. 

"I don't know," I said. "He called me early this 
morning, about one AM. I answered and there was just a 
male voice telling me to check my email. I got up and 
checked it and there were some compromising pictures of 
me, in some of them I was even in my underwear. And 
there were some chat logs from some chats with a couple 
of guys I chat with from time to time. They were sexy, 
but it was all fantasy stuff. I never did anything. 
They were on the other side of the country!" 

"He ordered me to be at his house at 9:00 AM. Then he 
raped me, over and over. I let him, but it was rape. 
And he took more pictures, movies, awful movies. My 
life is over. I might as well be dead now. When my 
husband finds out what I've done, or my parents, or my 
Pastor. Oh god, what am I going to do?!"

"Sorry girl, but you are shit out of luck. I expect 
Snake will keep your secret. Because if he doesn't he 
loses his hold over you. I guess all you can do is do 
what he says and hope you don't get hurt too bad. Now 
come on, that's as clean as we can get you without 
taking a shower. Let's go."

She pushed me out through the bar again, and I had to 
walk through the whistling customers and listen to 
their obscene comments again. And then I was back in 
the store and I was able to put the shoes and the skirt 
and the t-shirt back on and I even felt dressed in 
them, after being nude for so long. 

Snake handed me the bag with the clothes he had 
selected and a couple of bills rolled up. "Here," he 
said, "we made a little extra, I'm splitting it with 
you."

I looked stupidly at the bills in my hand, a couple of 
five dollar bills. Ten dollars for being gang raped. 
But I just said, "Thank you Sir." 

Snake smiled and we went into the bar for a couple of 
beers. I had spent so much time with no clothes on that 
I just ignored that my bottom and my breasts were 
uncovered. I don't normally drink beer, but I gulped 
down both of the beers that Snake gave me.

Snake said goodbye to his friends and we started out 
when one of the men said, "Hey Snake! If you want I can 
drop that bag by your house later. I'm in my truck."

Snake replied, "Thanks Mickey. I appreciate that." He 
took the bag from me and handed it to Mickey. We 
started out again when it occurred to me that my real 
clothes were in it. 

"Sir," I spoke quietly, afraid of making him mad. "May 
I say something?" 

He looked at me, annoyed and said, "What do you want 
cunt?"

"Sir, I will have to go home soon. I can't go home like 
this. My clothes are in the bag."

"You'll go home like that if I tell you to. You wear 
what I say when I say, any questions?" 

"No Sir." I started to walk out, resigned to having to 
sneak into my house in this outfit. But before we left 
Mickey spoke up again.

"Hey Snake," he called out. "For another blowjob from 
the bitch I'll bring them by in about fifteen minutes 
or so. Is that okay?"

Snake smiled at Mickey and said, "Works for me! Does 
that work for you bitch?"

Right, like I had a choice! "Yes Sir, if that's what 
you want Sir."

Some of the men laughed and somebody said, "Damn Snake. 
She's coming right along. You only took her cherry this 
morning and already she knows her place. I might have 
you train a bitch like that for me."

Snake laughed and replied, "Shit, I don't know Bubba, 
it's a lot of damned work and aggravation. Maybe we 
could find one with a little bit of brain in her head. 
This would be easier if she wasn't such a dumb cunt." 

Everyone laughed again at my expense and finally we 
left.

He got on the bike and I sat behind him again. But this 
time he didn't want my arms on his waist. This time my 
hands were to remain on his shoulders. It was instantly 
obvious why. My breasts were totally exposed to every 
vehicle on the road this way. And once we were moving 
this little skirt might as well be nonexistent. He told 
me that I was only to take my arms down if I saw a cop.

Sure enough, as soon as we were moving the little skirt 
blew up and my armholes billowed in the wind exposing 
my breasts to every car. Horns blew and men yelled 
encouragement all the way back to his house. I don't 
know if there were any cops. I kept my eyes closed.

When we got back to his house it was almost 2:00 PM. I 
had to be home by four. But maybe he would be tired of 
torturing me by now and let me go. Yeah, there I go 
being stupid again.

We went inside and I was sent into the bathroom to take 
a quick shower. I asked if there was a clean towel and 
Snake laughed and said, "You're lucky I don't make you 
use my dirty underwear." I believed him. I took a quick 
shower and dried off with the cleanest towel I could 
find. Then I put my new clothes back on and went back 
out to the living room. 

"You don't need those here. We're home now. You just 
need those when we go out."

At first I didn't understand what it was I didn't need 
and then I saw the look on his face and suddenly it hit 
me. Clothes! I don't need to wear clothes in his house. 
Oh well, they weren't covering anything anyway.

I stepped out of them and bent down to take off the 
shoes, but he wanted me to leave them on. 

"Well, cunt," Snake said conversationally. We have a 
little time to kill. What would you like to do?"

I didn't think 'kill you' would work well in the 
conversation. "What ever you want Sir." I said, as 
obsequiously as possible. 

"Well, maybe there is something you might like to suck 
on until Mickey gets here with your clothes, how about 
it slut?"

"Yes Sir." What else could I say?

"Well, ask me!"

He wants me to ask him to take his penis in my mouth?! 
I took a deep breath. He had hit me twice now, and I 
knew he had it in him. 

"Please Sir; may I suck your penis?" I asked politely.

"My what?!" he asked, incredulously. "You stupid cunt! 
If I ever hear you say a word like that around me again 
I will lay you out! Do you understand me?"

I thought I did. I just wasn't sure I knew all the 
words he would want me to use. "I am sorry Sir. I have 
never used those words. I will do better, I promise."

"What do you mean? You have honest to god never used 
dirty words?"

"I have said s-h-i-t a few times, and damn sometimes," 
I said, hesitantly. Then I saw his face and instantly I 
knew my mistake. "I am sorry Sir. I meant that I have 
said shit."

"Stand right here in front of me stupid." 

When I was where he wanted me he said, "Point to the 
important parts of your body and tell me what they are 
called."

This was harder than I thought it would be, considering 
what I had gone through today. I pointed to my breasts 
and said, "Tits," and then I moved my finger down and 
pointed to my vagina and said, "Cunt," and then I 
turned around and pointed to my bottom and said "Ass."

Then he pointed to his penis and said, "What's that?"

"Cock," I answered. I was hearing all of these words 
coming out of my mouth for the first time and it made 
me so uncomfortable. 

"Cock and what?" he asked. 


"Cock and balls, Sir." I responded. 

"From now on you don't use those other terms, you don't 
even use them in your head. Do you understand me cunt?"

"Yes Sir." I said. 

"Good," he said. "Now get your lazy ass down here and 
suck on my cock. And you better do it right."

"Yes Sir," I said as I moved between his legs. But he 
stopped me and stood up and dropped his pants and his 
shorts and sat back down. I pulled them off and then he 
spread his legs and he made me start by licking his 
balls. The stench was powerful. He had had sex with 
me……..no that isn't right. He had fucked me before we 
left the house this morning and he had not washed 
afterwards. I don't think he fucked me at the shop 
later. I think he was too busy taking money from other 
men to fuck me. That means that the dried ejac……the 
dried cum on his cock and balls was from about four 
hours ago. But there is no telling how long before that 
his last shower was.


I licked his balls, breathing through my mouth as much 
as possible to avoid the smell. As I licked, his semi 
hard cock was throbbing in my face. From time to time 
he would rub it over my face as I licked his balls. 
After a few minutes he lifted his legs up onto the arms 
of the chair and told me to, "Come on cunt. Get your 
face down there. Eat my asshole out just like you would 
a pussy."

I hadn't the nerve to tell him that I would never eat a 
pussy. Instead I buried my lips in the crack of his ass 
and licked all around the foul smelling hole. It was 
horrible. You don't want to know what it tasted like. 
But I managed to please him and soon he put his legs 
back down and said, "Okay, let's see if you can get me 
off before Mickey gets here."

I hadn't really sucked him before. It was more like he 
fucked my mouth. But I had the idea. I put my mouth on 
the end of his cock and started sucking as 
enthusiastically as I could. I kept taking more and 
more of it into my mouth and trying to do it without 
gagging. But as hard as I tried I could not get it into 
my throat. I was afraid he was going to hurt me and I 
tried real hard. But after a few minutes he got tired 
of my futile attempts and he grabbed my head and pulled 
me down brutally. He held me down for a few moments and 
then he let me up. Then he repeated the process. After 
several repetitions he let my head go and to my 
surprise, and my horror, I was able to do it on my own. 
It hurt, but at least I was able to better provide for 
breathing when I did it on my own.

He was getting ready to cum and told me that this time; 
when he shoots his load he wants me to have just the 
end of his cock in my mouth so that I can get the full 
effect. I can more fully savor the flavor. So I pulled 
back and finished him off with my hand. Just before he 
filled my mouth with his cum he said, "Don't swallow 
until I tell you cunt." And then I felt my mouth 
filling up with hot, bitter cum. 

I managed to control the gagging and soon he was 
finished and he pulled out of my mouth and looked at 
me, with my cheeks bulging with his cum. 

"Oh yeah, cunt. You and I are going to have a lot of 
fun. You're learning real fast, I'm going to make a 
slut out of you in no time." 

"Now," he went on. "A few rules. Unless I tell you 
different, you come here every morning. I will tell you 
what time the day before. If there is a change of plans 
I will call you. After you get home you can wear any 
damn thing you want. But when you leave the house in 
the morning you will be wearing slut clothes. And I 
better not ever catch you with underwear on."

"Yeth Thir." I mumbled. My mouth still full of his cum.

"Until I get tired of you, and I don't know how long 
that will take, you do everything I say without 
question, without hesitation. And that includes fucking 
and sucking anyone or anything I say. That means man, 
woman, child or beast. Any fucking questions?"

"No Thir." I responded. 

I heard a vehicle pulling up in the driveway and Snake 
told me to swallow. 

I gladly swallowed. And desperately wished for a drink 
of anything to get the horrible taste out of my mouth. 

Snake pushed me out of the way and stood up. Then he 
pulled me to my feet. "Go answer the door," he ordered.

"Yes Sir." And I moved across the room and opened the 
door just as Mickey was walking up with my bag of 
clothes. 

I moved out of the way to let him pass but he pushed me 
in front of him and said, "I believe I would rather 
watch you walk, cunt. Get your ass inside. "

I had always been uncomfortable with that word. I had 
never used it of course. But I was aware that some did. 
It was so coarse and demeaning. I really hated it. But 
now, here I am, a cunt!

Mickey tossed the bag onto the couch and pulled me to 
him. 

Snake said, "You might not want to kiss her. I just 
shot a big load in her mouth."

"Is that right, cunt? Open your cunt mouth and let me 
see."

Mickey held my hair and tilted my head back a little as 
I opened my mouth. 

"Wider!" he said. 

I opened my mouth wider and suddenly I felt his other 
hand twisting my tit and he said, "Come on bitch, you 
can do better than that." I opened my mouth as wide as 
I possibly could, to the point I was worried about 
dislocating my jaw. I was too afraid not to.

Then he looked into my eyes and ordered me to keep 
staring in his eyes. Then he leaned forward, holding my 
hair in one hand and my tit in the other and spit right 
in my mouth. Then again, and then again. I was aghast! 
I had never imagined that someone would do such a thing 
to another person. I had never heard of such a thing. 
My whole body shivered in revulsion, but except for 
that involuntary shudder I did not move. This guy was 
scarier than Snake!

He finally let go of my hair and told me to move my 
tongue around and play with it. I felt like throwing 
up, but I did what he said, still keeping my eyes 
locked on his. He finally let go of my tit and started 
taking his pants off, well, down. He dropped them to 
his knees and said, "That oughta be enough lubrication. 
Let's see you get me nice and hard and wet so I can 
fuck you."

I bent over and took his cock into my mouth. It wasn't 
as big as Snake's cock and before long I was taking it 
down my throat on every down stroke. 

"Oh shit man," he said to Snake. "You taught this bitch 
to throat already! Damn you're good! Larry said she 
never sucked a cock before this morning. Is that 
right?"

Snake said, "That's what she said. And after that first 
blowjob I believed her. Really bad, but her cunt was so 
good it made up for it. Shit! She was almost a virgin! 
Bitch is only twenty-two and been married to some limp 
dick for about a year. Said she was virgin when she got 
married. Believe that shit?"

"Man, you do fall into them dude! This is some good 
shit!"

Suddenly he pushed me away and told me to get down on 
my back so he could check out this born again virgin 
pussy.

I lay down and rolled over like a well trained dog and 
he was on me instantly. I was again surprised to find 
that my vagina, sorry, my cunt, was wet and ready. I 
don't know what is coming over me!

He pushed his cock into me and started fucking hard and 
fast. That seems to be the way all bikers do it, 
judging by my recent gang rape. I don't know if he was 
one of the men that fucked me there or not, but he 
lasted a long time. At first I was just waiting for him 
to finish. My cunt was sore from earlier and I just 
wanted to go home. But after a while I started getting 
those feelings. I started moaning. And when he leaned 
down and started chewing on my tit I started cumming, 
loudly. And then so did he. And when he came he bit me 
so hard I had a little blood coming out of my poor 
nipple!

He relaxed on top of me for a minute. Then he stood up 
and reached down and pulled me to my knees. He said, 
"There seems to be something that Snake hasn't taught 
you yet, cunt. When some guy is nice enough to dirty 
his cock by throwing you a nice fuck, the first thing 
you do is thank him by sucking his cock clean."

I took a deep breath and then took his slimy cock into 
my mouth and tried to clean it as quickly as possible 
so that the taste would be gone, and so that I could 
breathe again. But after I cleaned his cock I was made 
to clean his balls thoroughly as well, so I ended up 
having to inhale that horrible odor anyway. But I 
managed not to piss anyone off by gagging.

Mickey finally stepped back and pulled his pants back 
up. "Thanks Snake. You need anymore help training the 
bitch you let me know. Glad to help out a pal!"

"I appreciate the offer," Snake said. "Take it easy 
Mickey." And then Mickey was gone. 

Snake turned to me and said, "I want you here tomorrow 
at 7:00 AM cunt. Bring your cleaning supplies, 
including a vacuum. My normal cleaning lady hasn't been 
around lately. So you are going to be busy tomorrow. 
Now get your ass out of here."

I started to take my real clothes out of the bag, but 
snake stopped me and told me to wear what I wore this 
afternoon. So I put on the slut outfit. Anything to get 
out of here and go home and take a shower and try to 
figure out how I can ever face my husband again. Or my 
parents. My Pastor. My friends. Anyone! Ever again. 

I walked out to my car, self consciously, afraid of 
anyone seeing me, whether I knew them or not. But 
people in this neighborhood seemed to mind their own 
business. I saw some people working in their yards, but 
nobody even seemed to glance at me.

I drove home quickly and as I neared my house it 
suddenly struck me how silly I had been to worry about 
what clothing I wore home. It didn't matter. I drove 
right into the garage and closed the garage door before 
I got out of my car. I grabbed the bag and rushed to my 
bedroom. I hid the slut clothes and put my real clothes 
in the hamper and took a long hot shower. I still felt 
filthy, but I had to pretend that everything was normal 
or everything I did today, everything that was done to 
me, would all be for nothing. So I dressed and started 
supper. 

I didn't have to worry about missing any phone calls or 
messages from my husband if I was out all day. He never 
called. He avoided using the phone. We didn't own an 
answering machine. We didn't have cable or satellite. 
We had a small TV, but it was mainly for watching the 
evening news. We have a computer only because he 
sometimes needs to work at home. 

I accused him once of being a Luddite, only half 
kidding. He said that people were too hooked up, too 
tied in. They could never relax and calm down. And 
couples never talked anymore. They got home and ate a 
quick supper, and then they watched a couple of 
sitcoms, a doctor show and a cop show. Then they went 
to bed and it was back to the grind.

So we didn't do that. We ate a leisurely supper. We 
read together and talked about what we read, or 
anything interesting that happened during the day, or 
something on the news. Anything and everything. And 
most nights we read from the bible. And we prayed. We 
are good, honest, moral people.

And now I was a slut. A cunt! Oh god what am I going to 
do. I didn't even have any idea how many men had used 
me today. And I had no idea when it would end. 

I had supper ready at the usual time. The table was 
set. I heard his car entering the garage. And then I 
thought, "Oh god, how can I kiss him when I have sucked 
the cocks of so many men today?!"

But I managed to kiss him and put dinner on the table 
and get through some inane conversation without 
screaming that I had been gang raped by a bunch of 
bikers. And it will probably happen again tomorrow, or 
very soon. Because now I am a slut and a cunt and a 
cocksucker that can deep throat.

It took all of my resolve to not break down and cry 
like a baby. I managed. Jay asked if I were okay. I 
seemed a little quiet tonight. "Just a little tired," I 
said.

We watched the news. We watched it mainly for the 
weather. The news itself didn't matter. We were going 
to vote Republican no matter what. That just what we 
do. Our broker handled our investments so the market 
news didn't matter. Crimes and wars, poverty and a poor 
health care system didn't concern us. Global warming is 
just a myth.

After the news we turned the TV off and read for a 
while. Jay got the bible out around 9:00 PM, but I said 
I was exhausted and just couldn't concentrate. So we 
got ready for bed and we prayed for a few minutes and 
then Jay went to sleep and I lay staring at the ceiling 
for hours. 

I kept looking at the clock and counting how many hours 
I had until I had to be at Snake's house. And then it 
was almost time to get up and I finally started 
drifting off to sleep. I ended up setting the alarm so 
that I could get almost two hours sleep. I finally 
managed to get up and make my husband's breakfast, but 
I had to gulp down the coffee. It was all that was 
keeping me going, well, that and terror. It was going 
to be a long, horrible day. 

After Jay left at 6:30 I had to hurry up and put all my 
cleaning supplies in the trunk of my car, take a quick 
shower, and put on another slut outfit. I only had the 
two skirts, and four tops, not a lot to choose from. I 
chose not to wear the leather harness; instead I 
selected a thin, loose crop top that exposed most of 
the lower portion of my breasts. I suppose it really 
didn't matter. I would be taking it off soon anyway. I 
got in the car and hurried to Snake's house, getting 
there with two minutes to spare.

I found out that he works nights. He had just gotten 
home. He was eating his dinner when I knocked. He 
yelled at me to come in and I set down my cleaning 
supplies and went back out to get the rest. 

When I had everything inside I took off my slut outfit 
and looked around, trying to decide where to start. 
This was far and away the dirtiest, messiest house I 
had ever seen. I suppose it didn't really matter where 
I started. 

I went into the kitchen to report to Snake. He was 
eating his; I don't know what you would call it, 
breakfast or supper. He looked me over and smiled, 
happy with what he saw. I asked if he had any special 
instructions. He said, "Yeah, I am going in and sack 
out for a while. I want you to work your cute little 
ass off, but do it quietly. You can use the vacuum in 
the kitchen and living room but save the hall for 
later. By the time I get up I expect that at the least 
the kitchen, bathroom and living room with be spotless. 
But if they aren't, well, that will be fun too.

I asked if he had a washer and dryer, but of course he 
didn't that would have made things too easy. I started 
clearing out the living room, getting ready to vacuum. 
It seemed strange doing this in the nude. Snake started 
back towards the bedroom and then paused and said, "You 
might as well come in and suck my cock before I go to 
sleep, I'll sleep better."

I put everything down and followed him to the bedroom. 
When I looked inside I almost got sick. There was filth 
everywhere. Dirty clothes, mostly jeans and t-shirts 
and underwear. Dirty towels and linens piled 
everywhere. Dirty dishes with food still in them piled 
under and around the bed. Only a narrow walkway from 
the door to the bed. How could anyone live like this?!

He stripped his clothes off and threw them on the 
floor. He stretched out on the filthy sheets. I 
couldn't even tell what color they had been originally! 
And the smell was worse with every step I took into the 
room. First I thought, "What a fucking pig!" Then I 
thought, "I can't believe how quickly I have started 
thinking with those words!" Before yesterday I had 
never in my life said the word fuck.

I crawled onto the bed between his legs, but he made me 
turn around so that he could play with my cunt. The 
smell from his moist, sweaty crotch was unbelievable. I 
hesitated for a moment, trying to remind myself that if 
I breathe through my mouth it won't be so bad. He let 
me know that he was waiting by tugging sharply on my 
pubic hair. I leaned down and licked his balls, and 
then I took each one into my mouth gently and sucked on 
it and massaged it with my tongue. I licked back up to 
his cock and licked it all over before taking it into 
my mouth. All the while I was working on his cock and 
balls he was fingering my cunt and my asshole, but 
idly, as if not really interested in them. 

I expected it to be harder to take him into my throat 
today. I was still sore from yesterday. But I took some 
Tylenol before I left home, and I squirted my throat 
with a throat spray and, I wouldn't say it was easy, 
but it was getting easier. And it is much better to do 
it on your own that to be forced. He lasted about ten 
minutes or so. I wasn't really timing it. After he came 
in my mouth I swallowed and licked him clean. Then I 
waited for him to dismiss me, or at least take his hand 
from my cunt so that I could get to work. I had a lot 
to do and I had no idea how much time I had to do it 
in.

Finally he pulled his hand from my cunt and slapped me 
on my ass and told me to quit fucking around and get to 
work. I slipped out and closed the door and hurried to 
finish before he could come up with some terrible 
punishment for me.

I decided to start with the tiny kitchen. It was nasty, 
but so small that hopefully it wouldn't take as long to 
clean. Especially when you consider how many of the 
dishes are piled up in the bedroom. I spent two hours 
cleaning the kitchen and I still wouldn't want to live 
there, or eat off of the floors. Compared to the way it 
was before I started, though, it is now like a sterile 
environment.

I finished picking up the living room. I couldn't find 
the outside trash can. I didn't know if he even had 
one. I filled several bags with trash and then I 
shifted all of the furniture to one side of the room. I 
vacuumed the side I had cleared, stopping to empty the 
canister twice! Then I mixed up some Oxi-clean and 
water and got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the 
carpet by hand.

I was exhausted, but I didn't dare stop. I moved all of 
the furniture to the clean side and repeated the 
process on the other side. Then I put the room back 
together. I avoided looking at the time. I didn't know 
what time he would be getting up and I didn't need that 
to worry about right then. 

I put the vacuum cleaner by the front door, out of the 
way, and gathered up my cleaning supplies and went into 
the bathroom. I started with the black and gray 
bathtub. I scrubbed and I scrubbed and the tub and the 
grout were very nearly white again. Off-white anyway. I 
cleaned the toilet. I will do you the favor of not 
describing the condition in which I found it or the 
floor around it. Then the sink and finally I got on my 
knees and scrubbed the floor, twice, and then waxed it. 

I was finally finished. I was still on the floor, hot 
and sweaty and exhausted, when Snake came into the 
room. He lifted the lid to the toilet and stood in 
front of the toilet and held his cock out and let a 
strong stream of urine out in the general direction of 
the toilet. I had never seen a man urinate before. I am 
sorry, I keep forgetting. I had never seen a man piss 
before. I was fascinated! And disgusted! Does he not 
see what he is doing?! Fuck!

I waited for him to finish so I could go back over 
those areas he just sprayed. He finally came to the end 
of his stream and shook his cock to remove the last 
traces of piss from the end. Then he turned and started 
to stumble back to bed. He stopped on the way by me and 
stuck his cock in my face and mumbled sleepily, "Give 
it a little suck, baby."

I shuddered at the thought. You would think that, after 
plowing through this monster's filth all morning, this 
wouldn't faze me. But I had just watched him piss out 
of that thing! And not do a very good job of it! I 
didn't want to get bitch slapped though. So I opened my 
mouth and took him in. I saw a drop of moisture on the 
end of his cock as he stood there pointing it at me, 
but I didn't taste anything, thank god. 

He patted me on the head and went back to bed. I 
cleaned up the area around the toilet again and then I 
took up my supplies and moved them out of the room. I 
couldn't vacuum the hall, so I swept it quietly, and 
then mopped it. Finally I dusted and polished the 
living room. 

The only thing left was the bedroom and washing 
windows, and doing the laundry. I couldn't do the 
bedroom, he was sleeping in there. And most of his 
clothes were piled on the floor in there. So I cleaned 
all the windows on the inside that I could get to 
without disturbing Snake. I finally finished and took a 
deep breath. I thought I might be able to get a little 
rest. But I thought I had better recheck the areas I 
had cleaned first. I went into the kitchen. I saw 
things that should be done, like reline the cabinet 
shelves, throw away everything he owned. Stuff like 
that. But I couldn't find anything that he could say I 
should have done and didn't. I looked at the time and I 
was surprised to see that I had been working for seven 
hours straight! It was almost two in the afternoon. But 
if I compared today with yesterday, today had been 
preferable. 

I had just finished looking around when Snake came out 
of his room again. He looked around. I could tell that 
he thought he was going to find something to punish me 
for. But he was actually impressed. 

He bent me over the back of his recliner and spit on 
his fingers. He used that to moisten my cunt and then 
he fucked me furiously. When he was finished he let me 
clean him with my mouth and then he said, "I'm 
disappointed. You did a good job. Tomorrow you can do 
the bedroom and laundry. Get here at the same time. Now 
put some clothes on and get the hell out of here."

I was actually counting myself lucky, getting out of 
here with only having to perform one blowjob and get 
fucked once. And it looked like tomorrow would be much 
the same. In fact, if I gathered all of his laundry and 
took it to my house I would be safe and alone for most 
of the day!

I suppose that was me being a stupid cunt again.

The next morning I showed up at the appointed time. 
Snake was eating breakfast when I got there. He told me 
he was going to sleep on the couch. I was to clean his 
room and do the laundry. He handed me a large bag of 
coins and I said, "That's alright Sir. I can take the 
laundry to my house and do it for free." 

"Yeah, you wish. Stupid cunt! You are going to go to 
the Laundromat at Main and Dorchester. You wear your 
slut clothes. And while you are there you can't say no 
to anyone. If a man puts his hand on your ass, or on 
your tit, you let him. In fact, you smile at him. If he 
tells you to suck his cock or bend over so he can fuck 
you, you do that too. I have arranged for at least one 
of my friends to check on you. I guess you already know 
you don't want to piss me off. Right?"

"Yes Sir." I said, trying desperately to hide my 
disappointment.

I quickly went through his bedroom and removed all of 
the dirty dishes and piled them in the sink for later. 
Then I sorted the laundry. There was no way I could do 
all of this today! 

I cleaned the bedroom, swept and mopped the floor. I 
dusted. I stripped the bed. I turned over the mattress, 
but it was just as disgusting on the other side. 
Finally I loaded all of the laundry in my car. I had 
three baskets and four laundry bags. I was on my way 
out to the car with my last load when he stopped me. 

"You want me to sleep well don't you?" 

I knew where this was going of course. "Yes Sir. What 
can I do to help Sir?"

"I'm too tired to fuck you, so get your ass over here 
and blow me."

"Yes Sir."

I guess I am getting better. Or it's getting easier, 
whatever. I was soon on my way to the designated 
Laundromat with the taste of cum in my mouth.

I parked and looked around. This is definitely not the 
area of town I would have picked! I decided the only 
way to do this was a couple of loads at a time. I 
suspected there would be distractions. If things were 
going well I could come out and get more as time and 
available machines permitted.

I took the largest basket in with me and filled three 
machines. I had brought my own detergent, bleach and 
softener and I put the coins in and started them. There 
were four other people in the room. All men. They were 
all watching me, but I was trying very hard not to meet 
anyone's eyes. I sat down and tried to read my 
magazine, but after reading the same sentence a dozen 
times I just stared at the page and waited for the 
washers to stop.

I suppose it was inevitable. This part of town, the way 
I am dressed. I doubted if any of these four men were 
friends with Snake. But I couldn't be sure. And I had a 
feeling I was about to be tested. Out of the corner of 
my eye I saw one of the men approaching. He sat in the 
seat beside me and asked, "Hey baby what you reading?" 

So far it's okay. Just talk. Just making conversation. 
Just an innocent question. 

"I was just reading the latest issue of "Cosmo" I said 
politely. Not trying to send any messages at all. Just 
be neutral. But he was looking at my tiny skirt that 
didn't even really cover my crotch at all. He couldn't 
see anything. The magazine was covering my lap. But he 
could see how short it was. And the top I was wearing 
was similar to the crop top I wore yesterday, except 
that his one said, "Pussy Galore!" on it. It was either 
this or the leather bra. And besides, when I left my 
house this morning I had been sure that I would be 
spending most of the day at my house doing laundry. 

"I like your outfit," he said. I finally had to take a 
look at him. He definitely didn't look like a biker 
type. But that didn't mean anything. He could be 
someone's friend, or brother, I can't say no!

I don't have any other option. "Thank you." I tried to 
turn back to my magazine but he wasn't finished trying 
to pick me up yet.

"I haven't seen you in here before, first time?" he 
asked.

"Yes, I am doing some laundry for a friend and he lives 
near here."

"Did he buy you that shirt?"

"Yes. It was a present from him."

"And that skirt?"

"Yes."

"Don't look like he could afford to buy you any 
underwear though. That's a shame. I bet you would look 
good in some sexy underwear."

I didn't know what to do. "Thank you, I think," was all 
that came to mind.

I watched as his hand reached out and touched my leg. I 
shivered, fear, dread, I don't know. I just kept 
staring at my magazine. But then I remembered Snake's 
orders and I looked up and smiled at the man touching 
my leg. 

"You have beautiful skin," he said. "Beautiful hair. 
Beautiful body. You are just about perfect, ain't ya?" 
And as he talked his hand moved up my leg. And all I 
could do was smile.

To make matters worse the other three men had gathered 
around and were watching in awe as their friend started 
feeling up the attractive redhead that they were all 
lusting after. And all I could do was smile.

Just as the hand on my leg reached the hem of my skirt 
one of the other men sat down on the other side of me. 
He didn't say anything. At first he just watched his 
buddy, who now had his hand on the bare skin under my 
skirt, only inches from my cunt. And all I could do was 
smile.

Since I was obviously easy, the man on the other side 
of me put his hand on my tit. And when I smiled at him 
he lifted the crop top up over by tits and started 
squeezing and mauling me freely. The two that were not 
molesting me were making nasty comments and egging them 
on. And all I could do was smile.

The first man reached for my magazine and pulled it out 
of my hands. Then he lifted my little skirt and there 
were oohs and aahs as they all were fascinated by my 
bright red pubic hair. There was no pretending now. 
They all knew that they were going to get laid by the 
slutty redhead. 

I was pulled to my feet and my top and skirt were 
stripped off in seconds. Then I was pushed to my knees 
and as soon as I was bent forward I had a cock in my 
cunt and another in my mouth. Fortunately they came 
just as my washing machines stopped. I talked the next 
two into letting me put my clothes in the dryer before 
they fucked me. And once they had all had their turn 
they all went around again, using the opposite hole 
this time. And all I could do was smile. 

I managed to get them to help me with the laundry 
though. So I finished much earlier than I thought I 
would. Then they each used me one more time and I went 
back to Snake's house. 

I was careful going in to avoid waking him. But he was 
already up. He took one look at me and laughed his ass 
off. He made me tell him all of the gory details. So I 
gave him the blow my blow, and then he was hard so I 
had to blow him too. He looked at his watch and said, 
"Damn baby, my friend is going to be pissed! He isn't 
supposed to check on you for another hour yet!"

FUCK!

I cleaned myself up a little, then put out clean towels 
and put the others away. I made the bed and then washed 
all of the dishes I had taken from his bedroom this 
morning. I also rinsed out my skirt which was covered 
with cum on the inside. There was no ladies room at the 
Laundromat. 

It was getting late and I would have to leave soon. I 
was waiting for Snake to use me again, but he was on 
the phone and ignoring me. I had to leave soon to start 
supper and I was getting worried. I saw a car pull up 
outside and I glanced at Snake. He nodded towards the 
door and I went to answer it. Answering the door in the 
nude is something I don't think I could ever get used 
to. I opened the door and invited the couple in. It was 
a man and woman who I hadn't seen before. They found me 
fascinating though. 

Snake finally hung up and I found out that these were 
the two that were supposed to check up on me at the 
laundromat. He told them what had happened and they all 
had a good laugh. Then the woman sat down and pulled 
her skirt up and said, "How would you like something to 
take the taste of all that cum out of your mouth 
darlin'?" 

I figured that this was coming eventually. But god it 
was hard. I crossed the room and knelt between her legs 
and started doing all of the things I had loved so much 
when Snake did them to me a couple of days ago. She 
seemed to appreciate them too. While I was preoccupied 
I felt her companion kneel behind me and soon he was 
fucking my sore pussy violently. Why in the hell are 
all of these guys so violent?! Don't any of them ever 
make love? Not that I wanted to make love to any of 
them.

I had cum many times in the Laundromat. I was pretty 
worn out. So I just provided the couple with orgasms 
and then I looked at Snake to see if I could leave. It 
was past time and he nodded. I ran to the bathroom and 
wiped my cunt and my face and then hurried back to the 
living room for my skirt and crop top and rushed home. 
As I was leaving, Snake told me to be there at the same 
time tomorrow.

I took another quick shower when I got home and then I 
started supper. It suddenly occurred to me that I had 
not checked my email since I read the last one which 
ordered me to report to Snake's house for what turned 
out to be one of the worst days of my life, so far.

I went into the computer room and stood looking at it 
for a few minutes, and then I figured the worst had 
already happened, I can at least check for email from 
friends and relatives. I booted up the computer and 
went straight to email. I had several dozen emails. 
Half were spam. Most of the rest were just forwarded 
jokes from friends. Two were from Snake.

I dreaded it, but I knew that I had to do it. I opened 
the first one and there was no text. Just pictures from 
my first day with him. Horrible pictures of me, naked 
and sucking cocks, and fucking. 

I opened the second email and it was more of the same. 
He was just taunting me, I suppose. Or reminding me 
that I was just a cunt now.

I got through the evening alright, and I was so 
exhausted that I got a full nights sleep. I saw Jay off 
to work the next morning and then I quickly showered 
and got ready. I had to rinse out the skirts I was 
allowed to wear every other day, but now I was down to 
the fourth and last top. The leather harness. I put it 
on and managed to cover most of my nipples with the 
straps that came down across the center of my breasts 
for that purpose. 

I arrived at Snakes house on time and he yelled at me 
to come in. He was eating breakfast and I cleaned up 
the house while he ate. Then I did the dishes. He 
watched me moving around his house in the nude while he 
ate, then he took me into the bedroom and raped me 
again for a little while. I sucked him clean when he 
was done. Then he got up and picked up a small package 
from his dresser. 

He told me to open it and, knowing full well that 
whatever it was I wouldn't like it, I gingerly opened 
it. I couldn't tell what it was, just a strange strip 
of cloth. I suppose it was some article of clothing, of 
the slut genre, but I could not for the life of me 
figure out how you would wear it. 

"God," Snake said as he watched me. "Sometimes the 
stupid just oozes out of you. It's a fucking wicked 
weasel! Don't you know anything?!"

"It's a fucking swimming suit! Here, look." Snake 
pulled a piece of paper out of the bag that I hadn't 
seen. It was the directions for wearing the suit. When 
I looked at the illustration I cringed. 

"Put the damned thing on, stupid! And be careful. They 
don't make these anymore, they are hard to find. Now 
they just make bikinis. Nice ones though, maybe we'll 
get you one of those next."

I straightened out the tiny piece of cloth and looked 
closely at the instructions. Then I stepped into the 
thing and pulled it on. It covered almost nothing. The 
two thin strips of cloth came up over my chest and 
fastened behind my neck. They were no wider than my 
nipples and they were semi transparent. The lower 
portion, from where the two front strips came together 
in a narrow piece of thin material, went down over my 
cunt and through the crack of my ass and tied around my 
waist. My ass was completely uncovered, the part that 
was, I'm guessing here, supposed to cover my pussy kept 
slipping inside when I moved, exposing the lips. And 
the straps over my nipples didn't feel very stable 
either.

But Snake liked it. He seemed particularly amused by 
how wet the crotch was as his cum leaked out of my cunt 
and soaked through it. He looked me all over, took a 
couple of pictures, and then he said, "There is a 
lawnmower out behind the house. I want you to mow the 
lawn now. All four sides. Do the front first." I looked 
down at my body, I was all but naked and wearing fuck 
me shoes. Not good.

I said, "Yes Sir," and went out back. I found the 
lawnmower against the house where he said it would be. 
It was an old push mower, rusty and dull. And the grass 
had not been cut in at least two weeks. It was going to 
be a hard day.

I tried out the mower as I pushed it to the front yard. 
Once I got it moving it wasn't too bad, but this was 
going to be hard work. I moved around front and started 
at the curb. I had to keep stopping to put the suit top 
back over my nipples. That really slowed me down. 

Within ten minutes I noticed that people in this 
neighborhood were more attuned to what was going on 
around them than I had at first thought. First a man 
set up a lawn chair across the street and sat down with 
a drink to watch me work. Soon a neighbor joined him. 
By the time I finished mowing the front lawn there were 
nearly a dozen men and several women watching me mow 
Snake's grass. The houses were close together around 
here and the side strips of grass were narrow and 
thankfully I was soon working in the backyard without 
an audience. 

It took me almost two hours from start to finish. I was 
covered in sweat when I finished. I went to the door 
and took off my slut shoes and cleaned them and cleaned 
the clippings from my legs and feet before I went in. 

Snake was sitting in the living room with his neighbor 
from across the street. The neighbor was an old guy, I 
would guess mid sixties. He was almost as wide as he 
was tall. When I came into the room Snake told me that 
the neighbors were complaining about the outfit I was 
wearing to do yard work in. 

"Good," I thought. Maybe I won't have to do that again. 
Yes, I know what you are thinking right here, "Stupid 
cunt!" Right.

"Why don't you come over here and apologize to Mr. 
Steadman for offending him."

I moved over in front of Mr. Steadman and started to 
speak, but Snake interrupted. "You stupid cunt! Cunts 
apologize on their knees."

Of course they did! What could I possibly have been 
thinking!

I sank to my knees and looked up at the leering old man 
and said, "I am terribly sorry for offending you this 
morning Mr. Steadman. Is there anything I can do to 
make it up to you?"

"I think there just might be," he said. "First, why 
don't you slip that thing off of your tits so I can see 
them better?"

I reached behind my neck and freed the straps and let 
them go. Then I untied the string around my waist and 
went ahead and took the whole thing off. It was serving 
no purpose. In fact, it appeared that its work was 
done.

Mr. Steadman reached out and cupped my tits in his 
pudgy little hands and played with them gently for a 
minute or two. Then he leaned back and asked me to pull 
his pants down. I obeyed without hesitation and soon I 
had uncovered his nice sized but still soft cock. 

"Because of the medications I am on, I can't get a hard 
on," he said. "But I can still cum in your mouth if you 
suck me real good young lady."

I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. It 
was kind of refreshing, it was actually clean! I worked 
at it for a very long time. I couldn't take it into my 
throat because it was too soft. Imagine my 
disappointment! But I sucked hard and enthusiastically 
and finally he grabbed my head in both hands and held 
on while he shot a thin, watery, very bitter stream 
into my mouth. I swallowed quickly and then licked his 
cock clean.

He patted my head like a fucking dog and told me what a 
good girl I was.

Snake said, "It's good to keep the neighbors happy so 
that when you have parties they don't complain as much.

I was sent to the shower and, before I got cleaned up I 
cleaned the bathroom up again. Was this man raised by 
animals?! Snakes maybe. I giggled at that. Then I got 
in the shower and cleaned up and rinsed out the stupid 
weasel thing. Then I went back to the living room. 

Mr. Steadman looked at me coming into the room naked 
and said with a sigh, "Christ, I wish I was younger. I 
would love a piece of that little girl."

Snake told me to put my outfit back on; we were going 
out for a beer.

I went to the bedroom and found my little skirt and 
halter bra and put them on. I strapped the fuck me 
shoes onto my feet and went back to the living room.

We went out to the bike and I got on and put my arms on 
Snake's waist and hung on.

As soon as we started moving the vibrations caused my 
nipples to be uncovered and the breeze blew my skirt 
up. But I just ignored all that and held on. Oh, 
speaking of vibrations, what they say about riding on a 
Harley is true. Once I knew I wasn't going to fall off, 
and wasn't so terrified, the vibrations are actually 
kind of nice.

We went back to the same bar that he had taken me to 
last time. We went into the bar side this time but when 
Larry saw us come in he called to Snake. We detoured 
over to the clothing side and Larry said he had some 
interesting new items. We took a look at them. One was 
a new skirt. It was the same length as the one I had on 
now, except it was more like a loincloth. Both sides 
were open to the waist and there was a gap of almost 
two inches of bare flesh. Snake liked it. 

I took off the one I was wearing and put the new one 
on. "Yeah, the guys were going to like this," I 
thought. My sides were bare except for the one inch 
elastic band at the waist. So we got two of those. 

One of the new tops was a halter top that tied around 
my neck and around my torso, just under by tits. My 
tits were covered by a thin mesh weave that was see-
through. 

The next was a top in a style similar to the skirt. It 
had a hole that my head went through and a flap that 
hung down in front just enough to cover my nipples from 
the top and the side. There was a string tie that came 
out from the bottom corners of the front and it tied 
together behind my back. But even when it was resting 
flat and in place, the sides of my breasts were 
exposed. I was turned sideways and I saw in the mirror 
that my nipple was easily seen from that angle.

Then Larry said, "One more thing. You are gonna like 
this Snake." He led us to a different area and held up 
a tiny slip. Not a slip dress, a slip. The material and 
workmanship were beautiful. It had a lace design on it. 
The sides were transparent, including the area that 
would cover the sides of the breasts. It was really 
pretty. It just wasn't the sort of think you wore as an 
outer garment. Well, it wasn't unless you belonged to 
Snake. I took off my top and my skirt and put the slip 
on carefully, it seemed so delicate. I looked in the 
mirror and it truly was beautiful. 

"Okay," Snake said, "We'll take it. What can we work 
out?"

Larry said, "Altogether this comes to right at $100. 
You let me have your cunt for a few minutes now, and 
again the next time you come in here and we are even."

Snake didn't hesitate. He had Larry put everything in 
the bag except for the slip I had on. He made me take 
off the slip and hand it to him. He told me to do what 
ever Larry wanted until he was done with me and then to 
go clean up in the ladies room and come and get my new 
dress back.

As soon as he left with all of my clothes Larry took me 
in his arms and kissed me roughly. His hands were all 
over me and he was grinding his cock into me. He put a 
"Back in 15 minutes" sign on the door and led me to a 
store room in the back. He took his pants off and 
pushed me to my knees. 

I took him into my mouth and he started talking about 
what a fantastic cocksucker I was and how much he loved 
my hot cunt the last time I came in. While I sucked on 
his cock he twisted and pulled on my tits and then he 
turned me around and made me bend over. He ran his 
hands over my ass for a minute then he spread my cheeks 
and started licking my asshole! Nobody had ever done 
that before and I was surprised at how good it felt. I 
was too stupid to realize why he was doing it!

He ate my ass for a few minutes, then he sat up for a 
minute and suddenly I felt his finger on my asshole, 
and it was cold and wet. He pushed his finger into me 
and slid it in and out for a few moments, and then he 
repeated the process with two fingers. 

As he sawed his fingers in and out of me he asked, "Is 
this your first time slut?" I didn't know what he 
meant. Then it became clearer. "Am I the first guy to 
fuck your ass?"

That got my attention! "What?! No, wait that isn't 
right! You can't do that. I never do that! Oh god, 
please no!"

I struggled a little but he held on tight and said, 
"You want me to tell Snake I had a problem with you, 
cunt?"

"No," I whispered. Then I relaxed and waited for the 
pain to start.

Larry pulled his fingers out of my asshole and wiped 
them on my ass. Then he lined his cock up and started 
forcing it into me. He pushed and pushed and finally 
the head popped through. I squealed in pain and Larry 
moaned in ecstasy. 

Once he had the head of his cock buried in my ass he 
started slowly pushing, forcing more and more of it 
into my ass. God it hurt! 

His moans and groans of pleasure made it even worse. 
Finally I could feel that his cock was buried all the 
way in my ass. His big stomach as slapping into the 
cheeks of my ass as he started fucking me. At one point 
he pulled me up and was mauling my breasts with one 
hand and with the other he was rubbing my pussy while 
he sawed his cock in and out of my ass. 

The pain had become bearable and when he started to do 
that I actually kind of felt good! But after a few 
minutes he pushed me back down and grabbed my hips and 
started pumping hard and moaning and groaning, I was 
afraid he was having a heart attack. 

Finally I felt him start quivering and shooting his cum 
in my ass. He held me still for a minute and then he 
let my hips go and I fell forward. He grabbed me and 
turned me around and kissed me and told me that had 
been the best fuck he had ever had. Then he kissed me 
passionately one last time before he pushed me down and 
made me suck his cock clean.

Asshole!

I sucked is cock clean. It wasn't as bad as it sounds. 
Mostly it just tasted like lubricant. It was flavored, 
I think it was vanilla. He stood up and dressed. I 
headed for the door and steeled myself for the naked 
stroll through the bar to the ladies room, clenching my 
asshole shut as I walked to keep the mess to a minimum.

As soon as I went through the connecting door into the 
bar the catcalls and whistles started. They followed me 
all the way down to the ladies room. I sat on the 
toilet and expelled as much of Larry's cum as I could. 
Then I went to the sink and washed myself with paper 
towels. While I was washing a woman came in. She 
glanced at me, nodded and smiled. Like this happens 
every day! Weird.

I went out and spotted Snake at the bar. I made my way 
over to him, not even trying to avoid the hands of the 
guys at the tables. It was starting not to matter.

I stood beside Snake at the bar and he interrupted his 
conversation with the woman that had helped me clean up 
the last time I had been in here to ask me how it went.

As matter-of-factly as possible I said, "He fucked my 
ass. It was my first time. It hurts a little." 

They both smiled and then went back to talking, 
ignoring me. I would have liked a drink, but I was 
afraid to ask, afraid of what I might have to do to get 
it. Besides, it was getting late. We would have to go 
soon. I needed to get home before long. Still while I 
was waiting it would be nice if I had something to 
wear. It is uncomfortable being the only naked person 
in the room. And every time someone walked by they 
grabbed my ass.

Snake finally gave me the slip to put on. Actually, it 
isn't bad. My tits are mostly covered and it was no 
shorter than anything else I had been forced to wear 
for their amusement lately. We walked out to the bike 
and I put the bag between us and held on for dear life 
as he sped back to his house. We went inside and I took 
off the slip. Snake took a look at my asshole and said, 
"Yeah, coming right along. Let him fuck you a couple 
more times and stretch you out a little, then it'll be 
my turn."

"Yes Sir," I said. Have I mentioned what a large cock 
Snake has? I wasn't looking forward to that.

Snake bent me over the chair again and fucked me. Then 
he let me put the slip back on. He gave me the bag of 
clothes and let me go home. I was ordered back at the 
same time tomorrow.

I showed up in the morning and he had, as usual, just 
gotten home from work. He made me suck him off, clean 
up the house and then said I would be done for the day. 
That was great news; I was really getting behind on my 
own housework. 

I was home by ten AM and spent the day doing my laundry 
and cleaning house and I went shopping for groceries. I 
felt tired at the end of the day. But I felt better for 
having my chores done.

The next day was more of the same. It seems I had been 
wearing Snake out. He wasn't getting enough sleep. So 
until he was rested I was there more for the housework 
than the blowjob, although he seemed to really enjoy 
the blowjob. 

Once I finished Snake's housework on Friday I was free 
for the weekend. The last two days had been bearable, 
at least when compared to the preceding days. And now I 
had the weekend to spend with Jay. 

He was all excited when he got home. He was going to 
Atlanta the week after next for his company. It was a 
great opportunity and I was so excited for him. But I 
begged to go with him. If Snake found out that I was 
home alone for and entire week, nine days actually, my 
life would be hell.

But, of course, there was no way for him to find out, I 
sure as hell wasn't going to tell him!

The weekend flew by. After church, as I was sitting in 
the car on the way home, it occurred to me that I was 
the only one that was aware of the changes that were 
taking place in my life. Nobody I had talked to was 
aware that I had been gang raped. Or that I go to 
Snakes house every morning and suck his cock. Or that I 
have a supply of slut clothes hidden in my closet. 
Nobody else saw the changes in me, but I did. 

On Monday morning I checked my email after Jay went to 
work. I had a message from Snake telling me to be there 
at the usual time. I quickly showered and put on one of 
the hideous new skirt/loincloths. I couldn't stand any 
of the tops either, so I closed my eyes and picked.

I hated both of the articles of clothing that I had 
chosen. I started to put the top I had picked back in 
the closet. But I would hate any of the others just as 
bad so I put on the one I had picked up at random. It 
was the one that was nothing more than a flap of cloth 
that went over my head, marginally covered my nipples 
and tied behind my back, exposing my breasts almost 
completely from the sides. I turned from side to side 
in front of the mirror.

It wasn't so much that my breasts were exposed every 
time I moved that bothered me. What really bothered me 
was that I didn't seem to mind as much anymore. I 
actually thought it looked sexy! When I realized what I 
was thinking I was dismayed that I could think like 
that.

I went out to the car and drove to Snake's house and 
went to the door and knocked. I entered when he gave me 
permission. The first thing I saw when I entered the 
house was the mess. How could a person make such a huge 
mess in just one weekend? There were beer cans and 
bottles everywhere, and empty or half empty plates. 
There were cigarette butts in everything! I guess the 
problem is that Snake and his friends just really 
aren't housebroken. 

Snake had already eaten and was sitting in his recliner 
looking at me as I took off my clothes. All he said 
was, "Same as last time cunt, give me some of that good 
head and clean this fucking mess up."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and sucked his 
cock. I was surprised at how easy it was getting. I was 
also surprised that I was kind of enjoying it! It 
didn't even hurt when I took him into my throat 
anymore. When he finally came I swallowed quickly and 
waited for him to push me away.

He started to get up but I thought it would be better 
if I could get to his bedroom and at least straighten 
it up a little before he went to bed. So I timidly 
spoke up, "Sir, may I speak?"

He looked at me, he looked annoyed but he said, "What?"

"Please Sir. Let me straighten up your bedroom and put 
clean sheets out for you before you go to bed. It will 
only take a few minutes, I will hurry." If I was going 
to be doing all of his damned housework I didn't want 
his bedroom to get back like it was before. 

He looked at me for a minute, and then decided it might 
be a good idea. He sat back down and I grabbed some 
cleaning supplies from the kitchen and a fresh set of 
sheets and hurried to his bedroom. It was a mess! I 
worked as fast as I could and just got the worst of it. 
Then I changed the sheets and went back out to the 
living room and told him his bed was ready. He stood 
and went back to the bedroom and closed the door. 

I set about cleaning the house. How could someone 
possibly make this much mess in two days?! I had 
stocked up on cleaning supplies and I had even found 
that Snake owned an old, barely adequate vacuum 
cleaner. It was stuck in the back of a closet and just 
needed some bags. I cleaned the house thoroughly again, 
and by 11:30 I was ready to go home. I was just about 
to get dressed when Mr. Steadman from across the street 
knocked at the door. 

I had not seen him approach and I was startled. I 
hurriedly opened the door and he smiled when he saw me 
standing there naked.

"Snake is in bed Mr. Steadman," I said quietly.

Mr. Steadman nodded and said, "I know. I spoke to him 
yesterday and he said I could come over anytime I felt 
like getting you to suck my cock again."

For some reason I didn't like sucking off this pathetic 
little fat man. I mean Christ! He can't even get a hard 
on! Oh my, that's twice since I met Snake that I have 
used the lord's name in vain!

I stepped back from the door and he came in and 
unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to his knees and 
sat down. I started to kneel at his feet but instead he 
positioned me at his side and made me bend over. That 
way he could play with my entire body while I sucked 
his cock.

I took his limp cock into my mouth and sucked as well 
as you can suck a cock that doesn't get hard. It would 
twitch in my mouth occasionally, and he would moan in 
pleasure as he moved his hands over my body. It was 
repulsive, but it didn't take long before I felt a weak 
stream of watery liquid being pumped into my mouth. It 
wasn't quite as bitter as last time. Maybe I was 
priming the pump for the old fart.

Mr. Steadman left quickly and I dressed and drove home 
and took another shower and brushed my teeth. Then I 
did my own housework. It didn't take long and soon I 
was sitting around thinking about Snake. I was 
picturing me in the slut clothes and being taken to the 
biker bar. And imagining what I looked like walking 
around the bar in the nude. And thinking about Snake 
letting men have sex with me for money to buy more slut 
clothes. And I was rubbing my pussy and I having an 
orgasm! I couldn't believe what I had just done! Then 
something else struck me, I had been cleaning my own 
house in the nude! What was Snake turning me into?!

I needed to do something to occupy my mind. I went into 
the computer room and checked my email. My husband had 
emailed me a copy of his schedule for his trip to 
Atlanta next week. He was leaving Saturday so that he 
could be there Sunday morning for the prayer breakfast. 
And they would be working through Saturday so he 
wouldn't be home until the following Sunday evening. 

We had never been separated before and at first I was 
nervous. But then I thought it might be nice to have 
some quiet time for a little reflection. Until last 
week, when I became Snake's cunt, my entire life 
revolved around Jay and the house. And the lord of 
course. They were all that I thought about. Lately my 
horizons were being broadened. I could use a little 
time to try to bring a little sanity back into my life. 

I was just about to turn the computer off again when I 
received another email from Snake. It was more pictures 
of me, mostly from the bar. A couple of them just 
showed me walking around through the customers in the 
nude, but most showed me having sex with someone. Or 
two someones. 

I took another quick shower and dressed and started 
supper. When Jay came home we ate, but most of the 
conversation was about his trip. I wasn't really happy 
about that subject so I was mostly quiet. He knew how I 
felt and he sensed that the subject was making me sad 
so finally he changed the subject. 

I found it incomprehensible that, after all that I had 
been through, he could not look at me and tell the 
difference. Later that night, when we went to bed we 
made love. But I couldn't enjoy it. 

First I was afraid he would be able to tell the 
difference when he entered me. When I finally realized 
that he couldn't, I tried to relax and just enjoy some 
pleasant love making. But for some reason it just 
wasn't as exciting as it used to be! I was very upset 
with Snake for undermining this very important part of 
my relationship with my husband. But I couldn't decide 
if the difference was mental of physical. 

When Jay finally had his quiet little orgasm I almost 
bent down to clean him with my mouth automatically! 
That would have been interesting. Instead I got up and 
went to the bathroom and cleaned myself. Then I went 
back to bed and lay awake for the longest time thinking 
about my reaction to my husband's lovemaking. 

Was I just becoming jaded? Did I need to be humiliated 
or raped to enjoy sex now? Oh god I hoped not.

I checked my email in the morning and there was a 
message from Snake. He was going to bed early. I was to 
come and clean up the house, mow the lawn again, 
wearing the same outfit, and then take a shower and 
wait for him to get up.

I put on the other new miniskirt and the translucent 
halter top and the slut shoes and drove to his house. I 
undressed at the door and cleaned the house quickly. It 
wasn't as bad after just one night. 

The weasel suit was hanging inside the door and I put 
it on and went out and located the mower. It wasn't 
where I left it last time and I noticed that someone 
had oiled it. It was much easier to use this time. Not 
easy, just easier. I pushed it around front and I saw 
that Mr. Steadman knew I was going to be out there. He 
was already set up in his lawn chair, as were a few of 
his friends. 

I waived at them before I started, but then I ignored 
them and concentrated on my mowing. After a few minutes 
I gave up trying to keep my nipples covered and just 
mowed. I just kept telling myself, "Get this over with, 
once you are in the back it won't matter."

I mowed as fast as I could, finished the front and 
sides, and then I did the back at a more leisurely 
pace. I put the lawnmower back and brushed the 
clippings off of my legs and my shoes. Then I went 
inside and took a shower. While I was showering I 
rinsed out the weasel and hung it on a towel wrack to 
dry.

I went out to the living room. It was almost noon now. 
I heard movement in the back of the house and Snake 
came out and went into the bathroom. He didn't close 
the door and I heard the loud stream of urine in the 
toilet, and then the shower running.

When he came out of the bathroom he looked at me and 
then waived me into the bedroom after him. He never 
said a word when I got there. He turned me around and 
pushed me onto the bed on my back. He got between my 
legs and started kissing and licking my pussy. Before 
very long at all I was having that orgasm that my 
husband had not been able to give me. He ate me to two 
orgasms then he got up on his knees. He played with my 
pubic hair for a moment and finally spoke. 

"You are the first cunt I ever had that I didn't make 
shave her cunt. I get a kick out of that bright red 
hair." Then he smiled and said, "So do my friends."

Then he fell onto me and started fucking me hard. I 
grunted with the force of his thrusts at first. But 
soon the grunts were groans and moans. I don't remember 
doing it, but I suddenly realized my arms were around 
him holding him tight and I was cumming again! But he 
just kept pounding and I came yet again. 

Then it was his turn and he came loudly and violently 
as usual. When he rolled off of me I took him in my 
mouth and cleaned him. Then he sent me in to clean up 
and then go out and get dressed.

I rushed to the bathroom and then out to the door to 
dress. I didn't want to make him wait for me. I dressed 
quickly; it doesn't take long when all you have is a 
halter and a loincloth.

Snake came out in his usual jeans and t-shirt. He 
grabbed my arm and pushed me out the door. Soon we were 
on his bike and riding. We went to the usual place and 
Snake took me to Larry and told him that I was here for 
the other half of the payment I owed. 

"I OWED!!!!" 

I didn't want those damned clothes!

Larry hung up his closed sign and dragged me back to 
the store room again. This time Snake followed with the 
camera.

As soon as we were in the room I undressed. I didn't 
even need to be told. Larry took off his clothes and I 
knelt in front of him and started sucking and licking 
and making him hard and wet. 

After several minutes he put me on my hands and knees 
and repeated the process he went through last time. 
First he ate my ass, then he lubed it and stretched it 
out a little and then he fucked me like a damned 
rabbit. And when he got to that part when he was 
holding me upright and my tits were bouncing around 
wildly and his hands were mauling me I came! I actually 
had an orgasm with someone fucking my ass! I was so 
surprised I almost missed it when Larry came. 

He pulled out and I turned around and bent down and 
started licking and sucking him clean. As I worked I 
felt snake behind me. I guess he thought I was ready 
for his much larger cock. I guess he was right. It 
hurt. But it also felt good. It was painful, and 
humiliating and disgusting and I came again! And when I 
opened my eyes I saw Mickey was recording the entire 
thing, and I came again.

Larry took over the camera and Mickey started 
undressing. I thought he was going to try my ass out 
after Snake was done. But I was wrong. Instead, he 
knelt in front of me and lined his cock up with my cunt 
and shoved it in all the way. I screamed loudly as he 
did. I was already full of cock. I didn't think I could 
take this. But then they got a rhythm going, I think 
they have done this before. You cannot believe how good 
it felt once they started working together. I was 
screaming loudly and having one orgasm right after 
another until I actually passed out. 

I don't know how long I was out, but when I came back 
to my senses I was laying on my back and they were all 
watching someone I didn't know fucking me. I looked at 
them, and I looked at the man fucking me, and I put my 
arms and legs around him and fucked him like mad until 
we both came.

Then I got up and cleaned everyone up. Women's work is 
never done you know.

I was told to run to the ladies room and clean myself 
up and then come back. We all went out into the store 
and I rushed naked to the ladies room again. And again 
there were the whistles and catcalls. When I got back 
to where Snake was standing, the guy that had just 
fucked me was looking through the clothes. It seems 
that in return for fucking my unconscious body he had 
agreed to buy me a new item of clothing, but he got to 
see me wear it until we left the bar.

I stood naked waiting and finally the guy picked out a 
very expensive item. He could have picked out something 
inexpensive and transparent. The place was full of 
them. But he selected a leather and chain bra. It 
consisted of leather straps everywhere you might 
normally expect to find a strap on a bra. But instead 
of material covering my breasts there were just loose, 
widely spaced lengths of thin chain. My nipples stuck 
straight out and the chain kind of hung to the sides. I 
might as well be topless. 

He looked it over once I had it on and as he twisted my 
nipples he said, "Nice effect. I like it!" Then he paid 
Larry and we went into the bar for a few drinks. While 
we sat at a table having a couple of beers men would 
come over every now and then and talk to Snake. They 
would always take the time to admire my nipples 
sticking out, and to pinch or pull on them. One guy 
even bit one. It was getting late and Snake stood up 
and led me out to the bike and we rode home. I didn't 
even think about putting on the halter top I had been 
wearing. Being exposed in public was getting to be a 
pretty normal state of affairs now.

When we got to Snake's house we went inside and he 
hooked his camera up to the TV and made me suck him 
while he watched today's movie. He made me turn to the 
side so that I could see it too. I know it's terrible. 
It was very humiliating. But I got so hot watching. I 
really am sexy! 

Snake finally came again and I started to get dressed 
when Mr. Steadman knocked on the door. I looked at 
Snake and he just smiled so I put my skirt back on the 
hook and let Mr. Steadman in and sucked his cock for 
him. Then I got dressed and hurried home.

The rest of the week it was back to the routine of 
coming in the morning and sucking his cock. Then he 
would go to bed and I would clean the house. But I was 
beginning to notice that sucking his cock was starting 
to have a noticeable effect on me. I would go home 
after cleaning Snake's house and I would take a shower 
at home and not dress. I would do a little of my 
housework in the nude and then I would look at the 
pictures Snake kept sending me. While I looked at the 
pictures I played with myself. I needed an orgasm!

But on Friday something happened. At first the day went 
like the others, but after I sucked his cock and licked 
it clean Snake said, "I want you over here tomorrow. As 
soon as your husband leaves for Atlanta."

My mouth dropped open. How did he know?! He couldn't 
possibly know! I had not said a word about it. Surely 
Jay wouldn't even know Snake to mention it to him! 

Snake laughed and said, "Shut your mouth, stupid. You 
look silly like that."

"H-h-how……..how did you know?!"

"None of your fucking business cunt. Now get to work. " 

"Yes Sir."

"Oh yeah, and when you come tomorrow, bring your 
clothes and your toothbrush. You will be staying for a 
while."

"Oh god!" I thought. No, that isn't true. I reacted, 
but I didn't think. I couldn't think. I had just 
reached the point that I could deal with Snake and his 
abuse. But a week of it? And without being able to go 
home at night! My heart was beating so rapidly I 
couldn't think, I couldn't hear. I felt an all 
enveloping panic. A feeling of total desperation. And 
total helplessness. Because I knew I had no choice.

I found myself at the front door getting dressed and 
didn't even remember cleaning the house. I stumbled out 
to my car and drove away. I got into my house and 
undressed and started doing my housework in the nude 
again.

Finally I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down 
and relaxed. I tried to imagine what it would be like 
to be totally under the control of that monster for 24 
hours a day, everyday for eight days.

I couldn't, or I didn't want to. The images that kept 
leaping to my mind were more than I could bear to think 
about. I took my wine in and turned on the computer. 
There were more pictures from Snake, and even a short 
movie clip this time. I watched the movie several 
times, and then I looked at the pictures. Then I looked 
at the movie several more times. As I watched it I 
moved my finger down and started rubbing myself. I was 
surprised at how wet I was. I hurriedly stood up and 
ran and got a towel to clean off the chair. Then I 
stretched the towel out and sat on it. And I started 
rubbing again. Oh god, what am I becoming!

I finally shut the computer off. I wiped my pussy with 
the towel and threw it into the laundry. Then I got out 
my husband's suitcases and started packing for his 
trip. I put his suitcase near the door to the garage 
and then it was time to start supper. 

I couldn't keep my hands off of Jay when he got home. I 
kept touching him, kissing him, putting my hand on his 
shoulder. I had to keep reminding myself to be strong 
and not cry. After supper we watched the news and then 
we read the bible and prayed and went to bed early. We 
made love again. And it was sweet and nice, but I 
didn't have an orgasm. Jay told me I didn't need to get 
up in the morning to see him off. A limousine was going 
to pick him up so I wouldn't have to drive him to the 
airport.

But I heard him getting ready in the morning and I had 
to get up and make sure he had everything, and kiss him 
goodbye.

The limousine drove away and I pulled out an overnight 
bag. Slut clothes don't take up much room. I stuffed 
them all in, except for the skirt and crop top I was 
going to wear this morning. I put in my toothbrush and 
deodorant and toothpaste and a tube of lipstick. Then I 
tossed it into the passenger seat of my car and went to 
Snake's house. 

I undressed at the door and went in. Snake heard me and 
called me to his room. 

"I'm going to take a short nap. Go ahead and clean up 
the house and make sure the backyard is okay. There is 
going to be a cookout later. And put this on." He 
reached for something on his nightstand and tossed it 
to me.

It was a spiked dog collar with "cunt" inscribed in 
large letters on the wide chrome nameplate. I was 
backing out of the room, figuring I would put it on in 
the bathroom while looking in the mirror.

Snake stopped me. He wanted to see how it looked.

I put it around my neck and buckled it on. He made me 
turn it around; he wanted to be able to read the name 
tag in front. When he was satisfied he told me to get 
my lazy ass to work and he turned over and went to 
sleep.

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I knew 
I should be humiliated, furious, degraded. But strange 
as it seems, I thought it looked kind of hot! I 
wouldn't want anyone to see me in it, but I like it!

I cleaned up the house and got dressed and went out 
back and picked up a few things. I put the lawnmower 
behind the shed and emptied the ashes from the BBQ 
grill and refilled it with new briquettes from a bag 
sitting nearby. 

I went back inside and undressed and looked in the 
refrigerator. I saw several packages of ground beef and 
took it out and made up a bunch of large patties. I 
chopped up some onion. I did everything I could think 
of to get ready. 

Early in the afternoon the couple came by that had come 
by the day I had done Snake's laundry. Apparently she 
was supposed to get things set up. I showed her what I 
had done and she seemed quite pleased. She turned to me 
and said, "You did great. Thanks. You only have one 
thing left to do, come on." 

She led me into the living room and she sat down and 
spread her legs and smiled at me. I knelt between her 
knees and leaned forward and started kissing her. I 
started at her knees and as I kissed my way up her 
thighs I pushed the hem of her skirt up out of my way. 
She reached down and pulled her skirt up and held it 
out of my way. She was wearing a tiny little lacey 
thong that didn't cover much more than her clit and her 
pussy lips. 

I kissed and licked all around that little black piece 
of cloth. Then I started kissing it as well, and 
licking it. It was getting very wet from both inside 
and out. I put my lips over it and gently blew against 
it. At last I had to move it out of the way so that I 
could taste her. She was moaning and lifting her hips 
up to meet my tongue as I pulled that little piece of 
cloth out of the way. I was surprised to find that I 
was really enjoying this. 

Giving her so much pleasure was exciting. I continued 
licking and sucking as she had several orgasms and 
finally she couldn't take it anymore and she pushed my 
head away. As I fell away I heard a male voice behind 
me say, "She lied to you. You had two things to do."

The woman's companion pulled me to my feet and bent me 
over the chair where she was sitting. I felt his cock 
entering me and I welcomed it. I was ready! He was 
fucking me hard when I felt the woman who was still 
seated below me start squeezing my nipples and pulling 
on them.

At one point she had one of my nipples pulled out more 
than an inch and said to the man fucking me, "Damn! 
It's a shame Snake won't let us get some rings put in 
these. They'd be perfect!"

As soon as she said that I started cumming. The 
contractions in my cunt seemed to set the man off and 
he joined me in a mutual orgasm. Then I dropped down 
and cleaned him off.

"Shit," the woman exclaimed. "After watching that I am 
horny again. Well, maybe later. Come on girl let's get 
the grill fired up."

I started for my clothes but she stopped me. "You don't 
need those. Let's go."

Why is it I am the only one that never needs clothes?

We went out back and I just stood and watched while she 
started the grill. Then we went in to get some tables 
to start setting things out on. When we went in Snake 
was up and already drinking a beer. I followed the 
woman around and helped her carry stuff and set things 
up. It was weird. I had been fucked by or had sex in 
some other way with so many of Snakes friends and 
acquaintances. But I only knew the names of Snake, 
Mickey, Larry and Lisa. And all these people called me 
cunt if they called me anything.

Pretty soon people, well, bikers, started arriving. I 
had been instructed to set up a couple of coolers 
around the yard and somebody filled them with beer and 
ice. I won't go so far as to say I had gotten 
comfortable being naked in a crowd of people, but I had 
gotten used to it. That all changed when one couple 
showed up on two bikes, each with a kid behind them. 
They came in with their son, who was about ten or 
eleven years old, and their daughter, who was perhaps 
nine or ten. 

Except for the occasional grope when I got too close to 
someone, I was being mostly ignored. Everyone was 
drinking and talking loudly and laughing loudly. The 
crowd was mostly men. By the time it got dark I would 
estimate that there were as many as twenty-five men and 
maybe half a dozen women. But there wasn't much 
difference between the men and the women. Many of the 
men had hair as long as the women. The women were 
laughing and talking just as loud as the men and 
nothing that was done or said bothered them in the 
least, not even a naked woman. 

Still, I was really surprised to see two young kids 
there. Someone gave the kids each a hot dog and a soft 
drink. I tried to stay out of the way, hoping they 
wouldn't see me. That didn't work out too well. I was 
watching them, with the aim of making sure that if they 
headed this way I would scurry to some other part of 
the yard. But I saw the little girl look up and see me 
and smile. She immediately nudged her big brother and 
said something to him and pointed right at me. I had no 
place to go. They came right over and looked me up and 
down, front and back. 

Nobody said anything for a few minutes; I had noticed 
that those people closest to me were watching 
curiously. Finally the little girl said, "Who are you?"

"My name is Ashley," I said. "I am a friend of the man 
that lives here."

The little boy just kept looking at me quietly, but the 
little girl was quite precocious. "How come you don't 
have any clothes on?" 

"Because Snake doesn't want me to wear clothes 
sometimes." I don't know! What could I say to a nine 
year old girl about standing around naked in a backyard 
full of partying bikers?!

"You're pretty." The little boy had finally spoken.

"Thank you," I replied.

They looked at me for a while longer and then they 
left. 

As soon as they walked away I breathed a deep sigh of 
relief. And the people closest to me that had overheard 
the conversation had a hearty laugh.

I slumped back against the wall of the house for a 
minute, and then I went and got a beer. I tried to stay 
out of the way because every time I got near anyone I 
got groped.

The couple with the kids left after about an hour. I 
couldn't believe that they would bring their kids to a 
party like this. 

I was just about to get another beer when Snake called 
me over. He pointed to where some of his friends were 
setting up a heavy wooden table in the middle of the 
back yard. He told me that they didn't play music at 
their parties because it would always get too loud and 
the cops would come. But they still enjoyed dancing. So 
he wanted me to get up on that table and dance for a 
while. 

I could see everyone watching to see what I would do. I 
got the impression that they were hoping I would argue. 
I am not that stupid! I didn't know what I was going to 
do, but I wasn't going to argue or refuse.

When I got to the table two of the men helped me get up 
on it, and groped me liberally in the process. I 
started playing a good dance tune in my head and trying 
to dance to it. I didn't have any experience as a nude 
dancer, so it was hard for me. But nobody seemed to be 
complaining. A bunch of the guys pulled their chairs up 
closer and watched for a while. 

The evening wore on. I had been dancing for more than 
an hour and I was exhausted. Most of the women had 
left. I still saw two of them around. Lisa and the 
woman who I had helped set up the food earlier. I 
noticed four men pulling a padded bench out of the 
patio door. I guess this table I was dancing on and the 
bench must have come from the second bedroom that was 
always locked.

They set the bench down near me and then they came over 
and grabbed me and pulled me down. I was grateful, 
until I realized why they had taken me down. I was 
immediately placed on my back on the padded bench. A 
strap went around my waist and a clip attached to rings 
in each side of my new collar. My hands and legs were 
free, but I wasn't going anywhere.

While I was being put in place on the bench someone 
else had set up a movie screen and a projection TV was 
set up and in a few minutes everyone was watching a DVD 
that showed my first rape by Snake. It showed me crying 
and stripping and sucking him and playing with myself 
and then my first fuck on that nasty floor in his 
living room. 

Soon after the movie started, men began wandering over 
and casually fucking me. At first it was mostly one at 
a time. They were just using me to masturbate while 
they watched the movie. Sometimes someone would not be 
able to wait and would fuck my mouth. 

After the first couple of fucks that woman came over 
and wiped me off with a damp rag. Then the next man 
would quickly stick a cock in me and mess me up again. 
A few of them raised my legs up and pushed my knees 
down onto my stomach and fucked my ass. But mostly 
everyone fucked my pussy. Apparently all twenty-five of 
them took at least one turn. I recognized quite a few 
that came through the line at least twice. 

I started getting very sore, but after a while that 
went away and I was just numb. I wasn't paying much 
attention to what was going on around me. I noticed 
when the DVD changed and it showed my gang rape at the 
store, and then when Larry fucked my ass in the store 
room, followed by Snake and Mickey fucking me at the 
same time into unconsciousness.

It was a long damned night. Eventually everyone left, 
or just passed out somewhere. I was left on the bench 
all night. Every once in a while someone would stir and 
move to the corner of the yard and piss, then come over 
and fuck me again. 

I wasn't freed until 7:00 AM! I was covered in cum. It 
was streaming down my legs and crusted on my face and 
chest and stomach. My hair was stiff with it. 

Snake ordered me not to move. He went into the shed and 
came back with a hose. He hooked it up and turned the 
water on and made me stand against the fence. Then he 
sprayed me with the hose until most of the accumulated 
cum had been rinsed away. My hair was still stiff and 
there were still little dried flakes of cum here and 
there. 

When he was satisfied he told me to air dry before 
going inside and taking a shower. I moved into the 
sunlight and used my hands to scrape some of the water 
off. It started warming up and soon I was dry.

I hurried to the shower. On the way in I was surprised 
at the number of people that were still there. 
Surprised and dismayed. My pussy was so sore it hurt to 
walk. I didn't think I could take anymore abuse.

I finally heard her name! The woman I have been eating 
out. The woman I helped set up the BBQ. Her name is 
Beth. I don't dare use it. Since I made Snake so mad I 
don't call any of these people by name. It's safer that 
way.

Beth came into the bathroom as I was drying off and she 
led me to Snake's bedroom. She made me lie down and 
spread my legs. I didn't complain, I didn't know what 
she was going to do, but I was so sore that I prayed it 
wouldn't involve my pussy.

But she didn't bring me in here for sex. Instead she 
reached for a jar of ointment. I don't know what it 
was; there was no label on the jar. But she started 
rubbing it on and in my pussy and then my ass. It felt 
so cool and soothing. 

While she was rubbing the cream in, she smiled and 
talked to me just like I was person! "Rough night kid?" 
she asked.

"Yes ma'am," I answered, grateful for a few kind words. 

"Call me Beth honey," she said. "I want you to take it 
easy for the rest of the day. I talked to Snake and 
told him you need a few hours to recuperate. It isn't 
over. There are still a couple dozen guys around and 
they will be here most of the day and probably until 
after midnight. I expect that around dark Snake will 
have you back out there fucking and sucking his 
friends. He likes to be a good host. But then things 
will be more or less normal after that. I know it 
hurts. A lot of us have been through it. You just 
picked the wrong guy to hook up with in my opinion. You 
just have to remember that what ever you do you don't 
piss Snake off."

"I didn't pick Snake! He's blackmailing me. I am a 
happily married, church going woman. I never even knew 
about half the stuff I have done until he forced me to 
do it!"

That seemed to scare Beth even more. She said, "Oh 
shit! Honey you better be extra careful. He has done 
this to girls before. He tries to break them. He pushes 
and pushes until they refuse to do something and then 
he comes up with something really bad. Some of those 
girls…….well, listen, just remember, you never ever say 
no."

I was already afraid of Snake, but now, oh god, what 
could I do?! I never had any choice in this!

Beth put the cream away and pulled a sheet over me and 
stood up. She kissed me on the forehead and went out 
and closed the door, but the look on her face as she 
left scared me.

I managed to get a little sleep and around 8:00 PM 
Snake came into the room. He had obviously been 
drinking, but he seemed to be in control of himself. He 
pulled me to my feet and kissed me. The cigarettes and 
alcohol on his breath were disgusting, but I was 
careful not to make a face or pull back. I returned his 
kiss, thinking of what Beth had said earlier.

He pushed me out of the room and we went into the 
living room. There were only about a dozen men and Beth 
there now. They were still watching me on DVD and 
enjoying my torment. They cheered when I came into the 
room but Snake said, "Not yet guys. She has some work 
to do first." He put me to work cleaning up the room. 
There were bottles, cans, plates, glasses and 
overflowing ashtrays everywhere! 

I went to work, ignoring the hands all over my body as 
I moved among the men, cleaning up the room. I tried 
not to look at them. I glanced at Beth once; it seemed 
more humiliating that this was happening in front of 
another woman. She smiled wryly, a look of sympathy on 
her face as she watched.

The kitchen was almost as bad and I straightened up 
that room a little. Until Snake called me back out to 
the living room. He handed me some money and said, "I 
ordered a couple of pizzas. When they get here you are 
going to invite the kid in, take the pizzas and set 
them down, and pay him. Then you are going to give him 
a tip. Now he will probably not be interested, with all 
of us watching, but you better talk him into it. Any 
questions cunt?"

I said, "No Sir," that being the only time I could say 
"no" to Snake.

A few minutes later there he was at the door. I let him 
in and as bad as I thought it might be, well, it was 
twice as bad. It was the same sixteen year old kid that 
delivered pizza to my house all the time. And he 
recognized me!

I got him to come inside and I took the boxes from him. 
I handed him the cash and asked if he would let me tip 
him. He tried to tell me that he was in a hurry, he 
didn't have time, he was very nervous. Finally I put my 
arms around him and hugged him and whispered that I had 
to. I begged him to let me.

He nodded and I gratefully slipped to my knees and 
pulled his chinos and his briefs down to his knees. I 
was surprised at what a nice cock he had. He was a 
young and slender boy, but his cock was nearly as big 
as Snake's!

I kissed and licked it for a moment before wrapping my 
lips tightly around it and sinking all the way down, 
taking his cock into my throat. My audience had gotten 
quiet as I worked, thankfully. But I could feel them 
watching my every move. The boy was amazed at my skill 
and grabbed my head; mostly I think to keep from 
collapsing. He was groaning loudly and in only three or 
four minutes he was shooting a load down my throat.

Finally I let him go and pulled his shorts and pants up 
for him. As I was fastening his belt he said most 
sincerely, "Gosh, thank you Mrs. Anderson! That was the 
best I ever had."

I looked up at his face and saw the look of adoration 
and although I was still embarrassed, I also felt kind 
of good for being able to put that look on his face. I 
couldn't help wondering though, what would happen the 
next time I ordered pizza at my house?

As soon as he was gone my night got a little more 
difficult. I was put on my knees and started sucking my 
way around the room. Some of the men at the other side 
of the room couldn't wait and started using my pussy 
while I sucked their friends. I made a note that I 
would have to find out what that cream was. I suddenly 
realized that my pussy didn't hurt at all!

I was kept busy servicing everyone, even Beth, until 
long after midnight. There were going to be some tired 
bikers at work tomorrow.

Finally it was only me and Snake. He told me to clean 
myself up and come to bed. He was nice enough to let me 
put off cleaning up his hovel until the morning.

I got cleaned up and went into the bedroom. I was 
exhausted. Unfortunately, Snake is used to working all 
night and sleeping in the morning. So he kept me busy 
sucking and fucking for a couple more hours. Finally, 
at almost 4:00 AM, he curled up behind me and fell 
asleep. I was so exhausted that despite everything that 
had happened I slept like a baby too.

It was almost noon when I woke up. Snake was still 
snoring so I got up carefully and went to the bathroom. 
I honestly think these guys must be doing it on 
purpose! I don't believe it is possible to make this 
much of a mess accidentally. After I used the toilet 
and brushed my teeth I got out my cleaning supplies and 
cleaned the bathroom. Disgusting mess!

The living room wasn't so bad because I had cleaned it 
up a little last night. I managed to clean it up 
quickly and get rid of all of the trash. Then the 
kitchen. Every dish in the house was dirty. Some were 
still outside, but most were piled in the sink and on 
the counters. I wonder if I could get Jay to buy Snake 
a dishwasher. I thought a joke might help, but then I 
didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I was almost finished in the kitchen when Snake finally 
got up. While he was in the shower I put some coffee 
on. Then I went out and straightened out the backyard. 
When I came back in Snake was just sitting down with 
his coffee. I asked him if he wanted something to eat 
and he ordered bacon and eggs.

I said, "Yes Sir," and went to the refrigerator. It 
looked like locusts had come through. The only things 
left in the refrigerator were some sliced pickles and 
some mayonnaise.

"Sir," I said nervously, "I am going to have to go to 
the store. There isn't anything to eat in the 
refrigerator."

Snake thought about it for a minute and then told me to 
go across the street and see if I could borrow some 
food from Mr. Steadman.

I said what I always say, the only thing I can say. 
"Yes Sir." I put on my short skirt and revealing top 
and slut shoes and rushed across the street. When Mr. 
Steadman came to the door I told him what I needed and 
asked if he would loan them to me until I went to the 
store and he said, "Sure, no problem. Come on in." 
However, as soon as I was inside it turned out that 
there was a small problem. I had a soft cock to take 
care of before I could get what I needed. I hurriedly 
did what was necessary to satisfy Mr. Steadman, then 
grabbed the food and rushed back to Snake's. 

"What the hell took you so long?" he demanded. 

"I'm sorry Sir; I had to suck him off first."

Snake just laughed and said, "Horny old fart!"

I made a quick breakfast for Snake and, with his kind 
permission I had a cup of coffee. While he was eating I 
cleaned up yet again. Then he ordered me to change into 
the little slip from my slut wardrobe.

I was changed and back in about two minutes. It doesn't 
take long to get in or out of these little outfits. 
Snake ordered me to follow him and we went out and got 
in his truck. He drove to the same grocery store where 
I shop every week. A lot of people in here know me. I 
wanted to beg him to go somewhere else, but I knew that 
he had come here on purpose. He had passed two other 
stores before he got to this one. And always the 
worried look on Beth's face was in the back of my mind. 
"Don't piss Snake off."

I knew that it didn't take much to piss Snake off.

We went in and Snake made me push the buggy. He walked 
several paces behind for a minute so that he could see 
how exposed I was when I lifted my arms and pushed the 
buggy. 

He walked up behind me and I felt him draw a line on 
the cheek of my ass with his finger. "Do you feel that 
cunt?" After I nodded he said, "That is how much of 
your sweet ass is sticking out of that dress of yours."

I couldn't do anything about it. All I could do is say, 
"Yes Sir."

As we walked he pointed to the items he wanted me to 
put in the basket. Every time I would reach up, or bend 
over, I was aware of how much of my ass I was exposing. 
And I was also aware of who was watching. I had noticed 
that one of the stockers had begun following us at a 
discrete distance. I knew the kid. His name was Bret. 
He often helped me load my groceries in the car. I 
don't know his age but he is young. By the time we got 
to the produce section there was another kid back there 
too. I had been exposed to many people as I walked 
around the store today. Snake took great care to have 
me bending and reaching whenever someone was in a 
position to see what I exposed. But the worst part was 
that those two young men were watching me expose myself 
on purpose to all the strange men in the store.

We finally finished and went through check out. As luck 
would have it, Bret was bagging my groceries. I 
couldn't tell if his face or mine was the redder.

Bret pushed our buggy out to the truck and then Snake 
let him watch while I loaded the groceries into the 
back of the truck. I had to put them right behind the 
cab. Every time I reached over the side of the truck to 
set a bag down my slip rose half way up my ass.

When I was finally finished Snake said to Bret, "I know 
you guys can't take tips, but how would you like 
something special?" He opened the passenger door of his 
truck and pushed me down over the seat with my legs 
still on the ground. Then he flipped my skirt up and 
patted my ass and said, "This is some prime ass. We got 
time for a quickie, go ahead."

I was crying now. This was too much. I looked over my 
shoulder at Snake and shook my head and whispered, 
"Please Snake, no, not this."

The look on Snake's face told me I had fucked up big 
time. I realized, as I felt Bret's cock entering me, 
that not only did I call Snake by his name, but I had 
said the 'n' word. You never say no to Snake!

Brett came quickly and Snake told me to clean him up. I 
bent down quickly and sucked his cock clean. When I 
stood back up Bret finally noticed what it said on the 
front of my collar. "Cunt"

"Holy crap, Mrs. Anderson. You surprise the shit out of 
me!"

Snake drove home without saying a word. I tried once to 
apologize. I asked for permission to speak. But he just 
glared at me. Now I wasn't scared anymore. Now I was 
terrified.

When we got to the house Snake had me unload the 
groceries and put them away. While I was working he was 
making some phone calls. When I was done I went back 
out to the living room and tried again to get 
permission to apologize. All I got was that scary 
glare. 

A half hour later Mickey showed up and waited for us in 
his truck. Snake pulled me after him and pushed me into 
the center of the seat and got in and we drove off. 
Still nobody spoke.

Mickey was driving towards the large Army base on the 
edge of town. I thought he was going to drive on base, 
but just before he got to the gate he turned right and 
drove a block and pulled up in front of a large old 
house.

They got out and Snaked pulled me along after him. At 
the door Snake knocked and a tiny woman answered the 
door. She could not have been more than four feet tall. 
She was about thirty-five or forty, it was hard to 
tell. When she saw Snake she stopped smiling, but she 
stepped aside and let us in. 

I looked around and saw several hallways with many 
doors off of them. It appeared that the upstairs was 
arranged pretty much the same. The entryway was a large 
room with several couches and chairs spread around. And 
there were a half a dozen women sitting around in baby 
doll pajamas and underwear of various descriptions. 
They all looked up when they saw us come in, but when 
they saw us, or when they saw Snake, they all looked 
away quickly.

The little woman came up to me and said, "My name is 
Momma. You can call me that. Now come with me for a 
minute, we need to have a little talk."

She led off down one of the narrow hallways and into a 
small cubicle with a small bed and a washstand. She sat 
me down so that our eyes were pretty much level. Then 
she spoke quietly, "Girly, I don't know what you did, 
but you have fucked up. You made Snake mad. He brought 
you here to me to teach you a lesson. Do you know what 
this place is?"

I had my suspicions, but I shook my head to indicate 
that I did not.

"This is a whorehouse," she said, matter of factly. "As 
you know, on the other side of that fence out there is 
a large Army base. And today is payday. For the next 
couple of days this will be the busiest place in town. 
Snake wants me to work your ass off for two days. 

That means pretty near round the clock fucking and 
sucking. He told me to tie you to a bed and let anyone 
that wants to, do anything they want to you. I am going 
to offer you another choice. But it doesn't matter to 
me either way. If you want, you can join the other 
girls and greet customers at the door and invite them 
back here for a good time. They will be a lot less 
rough on you that way. But it's up to you. If you take 
the easy way then at least you can get up and clean up 
and stretch your legs between customers. Pick."

I had felt a band of steel close around my chest as 
Momma explained. The blood rushed from my head and I 
thought I would pass out. She could see that I was in 
distress, but she didn't really seem to care beyond how 
that would effect her life. 

She gave me a moment to answer and when I didn't she 
reached for some chains under the bed. 

"No, wait! I……I'll do it. Please, don't tie me up."

She said, "Okay, stand up. Now, hand me that slip."

She put my only article of clothing on a small shelf 
under the washstand and led me out of the room. She 
pointed out the bathroom and then took me back to the 
entryway. 

Snake and Mickey were sitting around sipping a beer and 
flirting with the prostitutes. When I came in they just 
gave me dirty looks and then ignored me. It was still 
early in the afternoon but already young men were 
wandering in. They usually came in pairs, sometimes 
alone, sometimes in large, vocal, groups, but mostly in 
pairs. And mostly very young.

I was in the foyer only a minute when the door was 
opened to admit two young men. They came in and looked 
at the girls; we all had to line up. They walked down 
the line and made their selections and paid Momma and 
then we went back to our rooms. 

I tried to act nice, tried to be friendly. These young 
men didn't know that I was here against my will. The 
first man that selected me quickly undressed and handed 
me his rubber. I knelt down and sucked on his cock for 
a minute and when he was nice and hard I slid the 
rubber on. It was difficult at first. I had never seen 
one before. But once you get the package open it is 
pretty easy to figure out how it works.

I lay back on the bed and the young man was all over 
me. I felt sorry for him. I don't know how much he paid 
to fuck me, but it was over so fast. It was all over in 
about the same amount of time it had taken me to put 
the rubber on him! 

He groaned and said, "Thank you ma'am," very quietly. I 
put my arms around him and whispered, "Don't tell 
anyone, but would you like to do it again?"

His face lit up and his kissed me. Then he got a funny 
look on his face and said, "Oh, sorry ma'am, I know you 
ladies don't like to kiss." He was so sweet, I pulled 
him close and as he fucked me again I kissed him 
passionately. 

When he came again he got up and I pulled the rubber 
off of his soft cock and I couldn't resist, I leaned 
forward and sucked him clean. When he was dressed I 
said, "Remember…." And I held my finger to my lips and 
he shook his head and we walked to the door. 

As Momma showed him out I heard him telling her that I 
was the best he ever had. I'm sorry, but that was 
sweet. I know that what I am doing, everything about 
it, is awful. But he was just a horny young guy and he 
was nice. It suddenly struck me that I was only twenty-
two, but I was thinking of all these guys as kids!

I finally glanced at Snake and Mickey. They seemed a 
little put out that I wasn't freaked at having to work 
in a whorehouse. I thought to myself, "Give it time, I 
have only done one guy!"

From then on, throughout the night, until it finally 
slowed down around 4:00 AM, I went up and down that 
hallway time after time, with occasional stops in the 
bathroom to clean up a little. There were nice guys and 
shits, they were handsome and ugly and every race that 
you could name. One time I had to take two guys at once 
and twice I had to work with another girl for a 
customer. 

After every customer I would tie up the rubber and drop 
it in the wastebasket. The wastebasket was nearly half 
full by the time I went down the hallway after my last 
customer at around 4:30. By then there was only me and 
one other girl still around. Most of the other girls 
had given up over an hour ago. Snake and Mickey had 
left after my third or fourth customer.

Nobody had come in for half an hour and I was almost 
asleep in the chair when the bell rang. Momma went to 
the door and let in a group of six older men. I guess 
they were officers or NCOs. They looked like they were 
in the service, but they were too old to be young 
privates like most of the men that had fucked me 
tonight.

One of them talked quietly to Momma while the others 
were making conversation with the other girl and me. 
They had obviously been drinking, but didn't seem drunk 
or obnoxious. I saw Momma nod her head and then all of 
us were walking down the hall to a slightly larger room 
than the one I had worked in all night. 

This room didn't have a bed. Instead there was a padded 
bench about three feet long and about cock high. I was 
stretched out on my back and the other girl was lifted 
on top of me in a sixty-nine.

We both went right to work. My poor pussy had had a 
long night and her tongue felt pretty good right now. I 
suppose prostitutes aren't supposed to have orgasms 
when they work. But I had had many tonight. Still, it 
wasn't long before I was having more. This girl was 
good!

The men stood nearby watching us for a while. Sometimes 
one would touch us, rub her ass or reach between us and 
squeeze a boob. We ate each other for what seemed like 
a very long time. Then I heard the men undressing and I 
watched as a long hard cock slid into the girl on top 
of me. At the same time I felt one sliding into me. I 
started licking the cock and balls in my face and it 
was several minutes before I realized that this guy 
wasn't wearing a rubber. At this point in my life I 
just didn't care. I had been fucked by too many 
bareback bikers to care.

I was really getting into the cock in my pussy, but 
still trying to pay attention to the one in the pussy 
in my face. I could tell he was close to cumming and 
then I saw him pull out and force his cock into my 
mouth. If they thought this could faze me they were 
mistaken. I had swallowed more sperm in the last week 
and a half than most women did in a life time.

I sucked down his hot bitter load and sucked him clean. 
I could hear him exclaiming "Far fucking out! Fuck, 
this bitch is good!" I was proud! I didn't think it was 
fair though when the guy fucking me came around to cum 
in my mouth too. But that was how it worked for all six 
men.

They finally left and she and I cleaned up and went 
back out front. I had been doing this for more than 
twelve hours now, and had not yet spoken to a single 
girl here. Except Momma. Not even the one I had just 
eaten out. I couldn't figure out if they didn't like me 
or didn't like me cutting into their sales.

After the six men left so did the girl that I had eaten 
out. It was just me and Momma and we were falling 
asleep in chairs. I think we got to sleep for nearly an 
hour before the bell rang again. Momma came back in 
with three young guys and they were disappointed to 
find that there was only me. Not that I was a 
disappointment, but they didn't want to share. They 
decided, since they had no choice that they would 
share, but they would each use a different hole.

I took them back to my little room and started with the 
blowjob. I was finding that guys really went for that 
deep throat stuff in a big way! And they usually didn't 
last long once you started. I was so tired I had 
forgotten to make him put a rubber on and I was almost 
surprised when I felt him flood my mouth with cum. 
After I swallowed it all I smiled up at him and said, 
"Oops."

He smiled back and said, "That was the best fucking 
blowjob I have ever had in my life. Girl, if you 
weren't a hooker I'd marry you tomorrow!" Isn't that 
sweet?

I remembered the rubbers with the next two, though they 
didn't like it. But they were nice young guys and 
didn't give me a hard time.

I guess I was so tired that I didn't even realize how 
many times I had been fucked since Snake dropped me off 
here. But I didn't feel so sore that I couldn't 
continue, thankfully.

When I went back out with the three customers I saw 
Momma leaving. Her shift was over. And now there were 
three other girls sitting around waiting for work. They 
had apparently been informed that I was here at Snake's 
request, and they didn't want anything to do with that. 

I guess I was looking pretty tired. Except for a short 
nap earlier I hadn't slept in almost twenty-four hours 
now. For the longest time I had been getting picked 
over the other girls in the room. Partly, I assume, 
because I was naked, and I look very good that way. But 
now I was only getting picked when the other girls were 
busy. That was more than fine with me.

Things stayed slow for most of the morning. Just a 
steady trickle of men. But around mid afternoon it 
started getting busy. At times there were men waiting 
for a girl to be free. But it was all the same to me. 
Go down the hall, get a man, go back to my cubicle and 
do whatever he wanted; it seemed to be about 5% anal, 
20% blowjobs and 75% straight fucking. 

I made note of the time when I had been here for 
twenty-four hours. And then again at thirty-six hours. 
My body was pretty much numb all over now. And guys 
were starting to complain that I was falling asleep 
while they fucked me. So the big redneck that was 
Momma's relief brought me back and had a talk with me. 

He told me that he knew why I was here and he felt 
sorry for me, but he couldn't have his customers 
complaining about his whores snoring. So I had better 
wake up if I didn't want Snake to find out. 

That was as good as throwing water in my face! So, he 
pulled out his cock and I sucked it for him 
enthusiastically. Then we went out front and I started 
trying to be nice to customers again. 

Snake came back for me at 5:00 PM. It had been almost 
fifty hours of fucking one stranger after another. I 
was half way to the truck before Momma opened the door 
and yelled at me to come get my dress. 

I ran back and stood on the porch and slipped it over 
my head and then ran back to the truck.

Snake started the truck and drove off. "You learn 
anything cunt?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I answered. 

"What did you learn cunt?"

"Sir, I learned not to call you by your name and never 
to say no."

"You are one dumb cunt. I doubt if you have really 
learned anything. You probably had a good time! Well, I 
took it easy on you this time. You fuck up again there 
is an S&M club an hour and a half from here. I 
guarantee you won't have fun there."

I wasn't sure what that was, but I knew I wouldn't like 
it.

We pulled into Snake's driveway and I went in and took 
off my slip and started cleaning house. While I was 
cleaning the bedroom I noticed that the jar of soothing 
ointment was still there and I put it all over and in 
my pussy and ass. It felt better instantly. I wiped off 
the outsides. I didn't think Snake would like it if he 
didn't think I was suffering enough. I didn't want him 
to see any of the ointment and ask about it.

It was getting late and Snake decided he didn't want me 
hanging around while he was working. He sent me home 
and I was so happy I cried. I gathered my things and 
put my slip on and raced home.

I rushed inside and saw someone moving and screamed. 
And then I fainted.

When I regained consciousness my husband was holding my 
head in his lap and moving a cool damp cloth over my 
face. When I saw who it was I became hysterical. My 
life was over now. It must have been ten minutes before 
I calmed down enough so that we could talk. I was 
exhausted. I had probably had forty minutes sleep in 
the last sixty hours or so. There is a kind of fog that 
comes over your brain at a time like that.

Finally I accepted the fact that my marriage and my 
life were ruined and I started telling Jay everything. 
And I do mean everything. I even showed him the emails 
and the pictures. I kept waiting for him to start 
yelling or hitting or something. I kept waiting for the 
look of disgust that I knew I would see on his face. 
But he just listened without comment. He asked me a 
couple of questions and then he helped me up and helped 
me into the shower. He took his robe off and showered 
with me, gently washing me all over. Then he helped me 
to our bed and sat with me and held my head and kissed 
me goodnight. 

I didn't understand. No man in his right mind would 
stay with a cheating slut, a cunt! Why wasn't he mad! 
He only said, "Get some rest. It's going to be all 
right." All I could do was cry. He just kept kissing me 
and drying my tears until I finally passed out. 

I slept for almost twenty-four hours. When I awoke Jay 
was laying beside me, holding me. I sat up and he 
opened his eyes and looked at me and all I saw was love 
and pity. I tried to pull away. I tried to tell him 
that he had to make me leave. He was too perfect for a 
tramp like me. But he just smiled. He told me to relax; 
he would get me some soup. But I got out of bed. I was 
embarrassed for him to see me naked. After all of the 
people that had seen me naked lately, it was him that I 
was embarrassed about. Because I wasn't good enough 
now. I was ruined.

I quickly pulled a robe on and we went out to the 
kitchen. I made a light supper and we sat quietly. I 
could only say I was sorry. And he kept saying, "It's 
alright." But it wasn't. It could never be alright 
again.

When it was time he turned on the TV for the news. I 
was just kind of watching without listening until I saw 
Snake's picture. That got my attention!

It seems that earlier today a neighbor had discovered 
the body of Albert "Snake" Dutton. He had been shot 
twice through the head with a small caliber gun, 
probably a 22. While searching the residence, 
investigators had looked through a locked room and 
found evidence that Mr. Dutton may have been 
blackmailing customers of the internet provider where 
he worked nights and had access to the emails and chat 
logs of the customers.

Jay owns a 22. His grandfather gave it to him. He used 
to target shoot when he was a kid. But it hasn't been 
fired in many years!

I looked at Jay, but he just smiled. 

"Are you really feeling okay now," he asked. 

I nodded.

"Would you do me a favor?"

"Oh god Jay, I would do anything for you! I would die 
for you!"

He smiled a sneaky little smile and said, "It won't be 
quite that bad." He turned the television off and took 
me by the hand and led me into the bedroom.

"Surely, I thought, he can't possible want to make love 
to me after everything I told him!"

"I would like to see you in those clothes he made you 
wear."

At first I thought he just wanted to rub my nose in it. 
Then throw me out. But that wasn't it. 

Jay saw the confusion in my face and said, "Sweetheart, 
I have tried to be the perfect husband since we 
married. No, since we met. I loved you from the moment 
I saw you and I wanted to be the man of your dreams. 
But I think that there is a flaw in me that I didn't 
even know what there.

When you were telling me about all of the terrible 
things that had happened to you, I became aroused. When 
you showed me those pictures in your emails I almost 
had an orgasm in my pants. And while you have been 
sleeping I went through everything Snake had on you. I 
watched the movies. All of them, including the DVDs 
that I took from his house. And I have come to realize 
that we have been missing a lot in our lives. But 
mostly we have been missing each other. 

I want to see you in those slut clothes. I want to see 
what those men saw. I want to feel what those men felt 
when you had your mouth on their cocks. And I want to 
drive you crazy with my tongue like Snake did. We have 
been tiptoeing through life and not really enjoying it. 
I have come to realize that we will miss an awful lot 
that way.

I still wasn't sure it wasn't a trick. But I got up and 
put on one of the loincloth skirts and the most 
revealing top I had. I paraded in front of Jay and I 
watched his face and I knew it wasn't a trick. He loved 
it! And when I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants 
down and started sucking his cock and he started going 
crazy I knew that he loved me still. And I was so happy 
I cried and sucked and cried and sucked and when he had 
his huge orgasm and came in my mouth for the first time 
I came too.

Then it was my turn. And it was obvious that he had, 
indeed, watched the movies. He tasted my pussy for the 
very first time, but he did it with style and love and 
it was fantastic. 

We never heard from the cops. Apparently none of 
Snake's friends mentioned me. Tomorrow I have to drive 
Jay downtown. He is picking up his new Fatboy. I only 
asked that it have a sissybar.

Jay wants to stop on the way home and see if Larry has 
any new outfits we might like. And I have to wear the 
collar.

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.

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

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 52