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The Humiliation of Linda
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young woman discovers chat rooms and explores her 
fantasies on the internet while her husband is out of 
town. Thanks to her naiveté and a little too much wine 
she gets talked into doing very stupid and providing 
photographic evidence which is stolen and used to 
blackmail her into sexual servitude. (MMF, nc, exh, 
oral, intr, blkmail)

***

This was my first story and was originally posted 
sometime in the early to mid nineties, before the 
internet became ubiquitous. It is a bit dated, but not 
enough to require a rewrite. I hope you enjoy.

***

CHAPTER ONE

I cannot believe what I did last night! I have been 
sitting here at the kitchen table all morning going 
over it in my head, reliving it. I am shocked, 
mortified, and even worse, excited.

I am a happily married woman. Well, mostly happy. My 
husband has this great new job, lots of money, and we 
have a very nice house. Unfortunately, he travels all 
the time. So I find myself sitting around the house 
bored to death.

We recently bought a new computer. My husband uses it 
when he works at home. I use it to play when he is out 
of town. I discovered "chatting", and that led to the 
opening of a whole new horizon. I was shocked when I 
first went on line and saw the chat-rooms that people 
could explore. Sex with animals, rape, something called 
water sports, even sex with kids! I also saw channels 
that were for people who apparently shared my most 
secret fantasy but for a long time I resisted going in.

I don't know if I was just trying to avoid trouble, or 
if I was afraid of making the fantasy too real. I have 
had fantasies of being a sex slave to an older man 
since I was in my early teens. Usually to someone who 
was not attractive, and who was mean and took pleasure 
in making me do things that were nasty and perverted 
and humiliating. I had no idea where these fantasies 
come from, but I frequently fantasized about them while 
masturbating, and even when making love to my husband.

Finally, one day, during one of my husband's many trips 
out of town, I went in. Well, it was fantastic! I was 
invited to chat by an older man and we acted out my 
fantasy on line. I described myself to him. I am 
twenty-three, five foot seven, 118, natural blonde, 
32B, and I am considered quite attractive. He was 
forty-eight, five foot ten, 225, and he insisted that 
he had a thick nine inch cock. He even sent me a 
picture of it. Of course, I don't know if it was 
actually his picture. It didn't really matter. It was 
very impressive though.

I agreed to do everything he ordered me to do. At his 
direction I took off my t-shirt, my jeans, my panties, 
I wasn't wearing a bra. Now I was totally naked, 
talking to a strange man about sex! It was very 
exciting. I imagined that he could see me and he made 
me touch myself and brought me to orgasm as he 
described all the things he would love to do to me.

I was hooked! From then on, whenever my husband was 
away, I was on the Internet. I was in that chat-room, 
or a similar one. I told strange men my fantasies, in 
great detail, and acted out their fantasies as well. I 
couldn't get enough. I explored some of the other kinky 
channels, including the rape channel. I found a lot of 
excitement there too. But I always went back to looking 
for a man to tell me what to do, to use me and abuse 
me.

Well, last night things got a little out of hand. My 
husband had been gone almost two weeks. I was 
incredibly horny and lonely. I had drunk a couple of 
glasses of wine. I am not a total non-drinker, but my 
limit is usually one glass. 

I was talking to a guy from Australia, an older guy, 
who was a bit wilder than I was used to, but he was so 
far away that I felt safe, and I was getting pretty 
tipsy, so I was enjoying it. He convinced me to get a 
third glass of wine as we talked. Big mistake!! I did, 
and as the evening wore on I found myself doing 
everything that he ordered. He was pretty good at it 
too. He really knew how to push my buttons.

He talked about making me fuck and suck strange men for 
his amusement. Undressing me in public, letting men 
touch me intimately in a public place. He made me touch 
myself. He got me so aroused, and I was so tipsy, I 
guess I just got carried away.

He told me to call a taxi, and when the driver got 
there I was to go out to the car, naked, and bend over 
the hood and beg the driver to fuck me. I could not do 
that, of course. Not in this neighborhood. I told him I 
wanted to serve him, but I couldn't obey that order. He 
kept after me though, and as unbelievable as it seems, 
we reached a compromise. I would call a taxi, and when 
it arrived I would go out in my robe and ask the driver 
to come in and help me with my bags. 

I cannot explain why I agreed to this. I guess it was a 
combination of the wine, being so aroused, and a desire 
to experiment with my fantasies. Maybe doing it on the 
computer just wasn't enough anymore. I actually made 
the call for a taxi!

As I waited for the taxi to arrive my Australian master 
began giving me instructions on what to do when he 
arrived. He kept trying to get me to do something 
outside, but finally he became more reasonable. I would 
go outside, in only my robe, and invite the driver in. 
I would ask him to sit in my chair at the computer, and 
my master would explain that I was his slave and I 
would do whatever he wanted. He was going to tell the 
driver that I was going to lick him and suck him and 
then let him fuck me. While I was doing this, the 
driver was to tell him all about it. I was to have our 
Polaroid camera ready so that the driver could take 
some pictures of me to send to him. I thought that 
would be safe, he was half a world away, and I was half 
drunk.

Things didn't go exactly as planned, but just about. It 
was like I was watching myself from outside my body! I 
heard the cab pull up in my driveway. I put my robe on 
and hurried out. I invited the driver in. He seemed a 
little put out but he agreed to help me with my bags.

I don't know what I was expecting, he was very 
unattractive, very overweight, in his mid to late 
forties, and he didn't look all that clean. I cannot 
explain why I didn't come to my senses and tell him it 
was all a mistake. It was like I was in a trance. I 
suppose that I had slipped so much into that character 
I had been fantasizing about since puberty that I had 
given up my free will.

I led him inside. I could almost feel his eyes on me, 
trying to see through my thin robe. I led him into the 
computer room and asked him to sit in my chair. 

He looked a little worried. It was obvious that 
something unusual was going on. I opened my robe and as 
his eyes bugged out I told him that someone on the 
computer wanted to talk to him.

I cannot explain how I felt when I stood nude in front 
of this strange man. All of a sudden I was in one of my 
fantasies. I was embarrassed. I was aroused. I was 
totally without free will. At that point I was ready to 
do whatever I was told, the nastier the better.

He finally tore his eyes away from my now naked body 
and looked at the computer screen. I leaned over and 
told my Aussie master that I was now nude and the cab 
driver was sitting in my chair waiting for him to 
explain.

My master told the driver that I was his sex slave 
slut. I would do everything he told me to do. Then he 
invited the taxi driver to explore my body while he 
told him what to do to me.

I jumped as I felt his large clammy hands touch my 
skin. He started at my thigh in the back. His hand 
moved up over my ass, pausing there for a few moments. 
Eventually it moved around to my front and up to my 
tits, exploring every inch of me, thoroughly, roughly. 
After several minutes of pawing my tits his hand moved 
down to my pussy and he left it there as he turned back 
to the screen. 

My Australian master told the driver that he wanted him 
describe everything I was doing as he ordered me to 
touch him and suck him and fuck him. Here is where the 
first hitch occurred. Our driver could not type. So I 
was to service the driver, and keep my master informed 
at the same time. All during this conversation the 
driver's hands were all over me, humiliating me, 
driving me crazy.

I knelt and unzipped the driver's pants. He stood and I 
pulled them down, along with his shorts. He balanced 
himself by putting his hands on my head as he stepped 
out of his pants. He had a very large stomach, and very 
fat cock. It was only about average in length, but very 
fat. It was already hard and oozing pre-cum from the 
tip. 

My initial impression of the driver had been pretty 
close. I guess he bathed more or less regularly, but I 
imagine that it had been a long hot night. I could 
smell the sweat from his crotch. 

The driver sat back down and, as instructed, I knelt 
between his legs and began to kiss his cock. It was 
very distasteful, but so highly erotic. I could not 
believe I was actually living out my fantasy! I was 
sucking some strange man's cock, or about to. I was 
naked in front of him. I was totally under the power of 
a man, two men, actually. 

I did everything I was told, licking his cock and his 
balls. Taking his balls into my mouth and massaging 
them with my tongue. Lifting his legs and licking his 
ass. I was on the verge of an orgasm just from obeying 
these nasty orders. Doing things I would never do for 
my husband.

Finally I took him into my mouth and gave him the best 
blowjob I had ever given anyone. Not that there were 
that many. I had only been with two other men before my 
husband, and I was so young and naïve that I really had 
very little experience.

Luckily he didn't last long. His cock was so fat that 
my mouth was really getting tired fast. After about 
five minutes he grabbed my head and held me as he moved 
his hips up and down and shot his huge load into my 
mouth.

It was very hard to keep up, but I managed to swallow 
all but a couple of small drops. However, he was kind 
enough to catch them with his finger and shove them 
into my mouth.

I stayed on my knees and turned to the computer to tell 
my master what had just occurred. As I typed I felt the 
driver's hands all over me again. I was instructed to 
hand the driver the camera and he typed out to the 
driver what pictures he wanted him to take.

Like a stupid, stupid fool, I followed every order. I 
took his cock back into my mouth and looked at the 
camera, I licked his balls, and I sat back and spread 
my legs and even played with myself for the camera.

I even had several orgasms as I posed!

Then I was ordered to suck him hard again, so that he 
could fuck me. I had to admit that I was in such a sex-
crazed state that I wanted that ugly old man's fat cock 
in me.

Unfortunately, his days of getting seconds were 
apparently over. I sucked and sucked, but I could never 
get him more than about half hard. Finally my mouth 
could take no more. Fortunately, my master was getting 
bored and decided that was enough. 

As a final humiliation, I was ordered to give the 
driver twenty dollars, to pay him for his time!

The driver got up and dressed, gave my body a few last 
gropes, and left. I saw him to the door and after a few 
more minutes of talking to the Aussie, going over what 
I had done, agreeing to meet him again, I signed off 
and went to bed. 

Before going to sleep, however, I spent at least half 
an hour molesting my vibrator. I came and I came and I 
came as I relived everything I had done in my mind. 
Finally I more or less passed out.


CHAPTER TWO

I woke up late the next morning. I had a slight 
headache and a feeling of disbelief as the memory of 
what I had done last night washed over me. I hurried to 
the bathroom, took a long shower and headed for the 
kitchen to get some coffee. 

As I walked past the computer room I suddenly 
remembered the pictures. I went in to get them. It 
wouldn't do to leave them lying around. There was no 
way I was going to mail them to some guy. Even if he 
was on the other side of the world!

It was immediate panic. The pictures were gone! I felt 
like I had been kicked in the stomach. The driver must 
have taken them with him when he left! 

SHIT!!

Maybe he just wanted souvenirs. But I doubted it. I 
knew this was going to end up costing me. I just didn't 
know if it would be sex or money, or both!

I went to the kitchen and made coffee. 

I sat in a stupor until it was ready, and then I sat at 
the kitchen table, sipping my coffee, with this 
horrible feeling in my stomach, wondering what I had 
gotten myself into. I was terrified. Had I screwed up 
my life totally? What about my husband? Would I be able 
to keep it from him? Despite what happened last night, 
I loved him dearly. He was not very sexually 
adventurous, however. I knew that just a hint of what I 
had done would be the end of our life together. 

It suddenly hit me that no matter what that fat, ugly 
driver demanded, I would have to comply. I realized at 
last that this boring marriage I have is the most 
precious thing in the world to me. I would do anything 
to protect it.

The rest of the day passed slowly, I was in a total 
daze. I kept waiting for him to show up at my door. I 
knew it is only a matter of time. 

I did the laundry, I did the dishes, I did all the 
little chores, but there was only one thing on my mind. 
What price would I have to pay for a night of perverted 
pleasure, for one night of exploring a fantasy? It 
seemed so unfair!

Finally, just after seven that evening, I heard a car 
in the driveway. I looked out. It wasn't a cab. I 
watched the driver's door opened and I saw the cab 
driver from last night get out. 

It suddenly occurred to me, I don't even know his name!

He came to the door and I opened it, not even waiting 
for him to ring the bell. He pushed his way in, turned 
around and looked at me with an evil leer on his face. 
I knew there was no chance of sympathy from this man.

"You know why I am here, don't you?" he asked.

I looked down. I couldn't meet his gaze. "You have the 
pictures." I said, in a voice barely above a whisper.

He took a step closer to me and began moving his hands 
over me, feeling my body through my clothing.

"This is a pretty nice place you've got here. It must 
have cost a couple of hundred thou. Nice cars too. You 
aren't hurting for money are you?"

I just nodded. I still couldn't meet his eyes, and I 
still didn't know what he wanted. Was it me, my money, 
or both? 

"Well, don't worry honey. I don't want your money. You 
like playing games. We are going to play games. I like 
to play games too. I own you now. You know that don't 
you?"

I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks as I nodded my 
head. 

He was right, he owned me. I knew I would do whatever 
he wanted me to.

Suddenly he grabbed my head and pulled me to him. He 
kissed me, hard. I smelled his nasty breath as he 
forced his tongue into my mouth.

I didn't fight him. I just let him do what he wanted. 
That wasn't enough for him though. He squeezed my 
breast, hard, very hard. 

"I want to feel some tongue baby. I ain't your damned 
husband. You better get into this. Show me how much you 
want me. Got it bitch?"

He pulled me against him again and pressed his mouth 
against mine. It made me nauseous, but I returned his 
kiss. I met his tongue with my own and made believe 
that I was kissing my husband. That made it almost 
bearable.

Finally he stepped back and went into the living room 
and sat down. He ordered me to stand in front of him 
and undress. Slowly, so he could enjoy my discomfort 
and embarrassment. 

I know it must sound strange. I shouldn't be so 
embarrassed. I was naked in front of him last night. He 
had touched every part of my body. I had licked and 
sucked his cock and his balls. I even licked his ass! 
But I was sober now, and scared. The dream was over but 
I couldn't wake up.

As I undressed he began to talk. 

"If you do everything I want, every time I want, 
without giving me any grief, I will not destroy you. I 
will not show the pictures to your husband, or his 
boss. How do you suppose the people at his office would 
enjoy seeing your pretty little face with my big fat 
cock sticking into your mouth?"

I knew he didn't need my answer. I dropped my blouse to 
the floor and unfastened my jeans. I slid them down my 
legs and stepped out of them.

I could feel his eyes on my body as I stood there in my 
matching bra and panties. I suddenly wondered why I was 
wearing this set. It was much too sexy to wear around 
the house, especially when I was home alone. Did I want 
him to be here?! No, that couldn't be it. I couldn't 
explain. I was in such a daze I don't even remember 
getting dressed this morning.

As I unfastened my bra he continued.

"I plan on having a lot of fun with your pretty ass. 
You know those kinky little fantasies of yours? Wait 
until you start playing with me! As long as you don't 
give me no shit, your real life and my sex life will 
stay separate. I would rather fuck you than ruin you. 
But if you don't play my game, I will not have any 
problem ruining your fucking life. Got it bitch?"

I nodded. I stood in front of him now, totally naked, 
not even bothering to try to cover my nudity. I was 
totally defeated. It just didn't matter now.

He waived me over and I moved to stand beside his 
chair. He just looked at me for a minute, not touching. 
He ordered me to spread my legs. I did, but not far 
enough. 

He slapped my ass. I was more startled than hurt, but I 
quickly spread my legs for him.

He moved his hands over me, touching, pinching, and 
feeling. He was watching my eyes to savor my reaction.

He saw what he wanted, shame, fear, despair, total 
surrender.

I stood there as he pinched my nipples and stretched 
them out until I cried out. He continued. Going back 
and forth between my nipples until they were so tender 
I was desperate for him to stop.

He moved his hand down to my pussy then, and again 
turned to abusing my flesh. Now my tears of despair 
were mixed with tears of pain as he pinched and pulled 
at my delicate flesh. 

Just as I was about to beg him to stop, he stood up and 
ordered me to lead him to my bedroom.

I turned and led him down the hall to my bedroom. He 
followed right behind me, squeezing and pinching my ass 
as we went.

I walked to the bed, assuming that he was finally going 
to fuck me. To my surprise, that was not what he had in 
mind. I could tell he was turned on. His cock poked a 
huge tent in the front of his pants.

He ignored me though and walked right past me to my 
closet. He disappeared inside for a few moments. I 
heard him rustling through my clothing. Then he 
reappeared holding a dress I had never had the nerve to 
wear. It was extremely short, and almost see-through. 

He threw the dress to me.

"Put it on," he ordered. "We are going out."

I had not expected this. I just sat on the bed, looking 
at him stupidly, holding the dress in front of me.

"Get up cunt!" he snapped. "I gave you an order!"

I stood up. I looked at the dress and said, timidly, 
"This dress, I need to wear a slip with it."

He looked at me and he didn't even have to say 
anything. I realized that taking me out half naked was 
the plan.

I wanted to beg him not to do this. I would do anything 
he wanted. He could fuck me and make me suck him, 
anything he wanted. Just not out there! Not where 
people could see me!

I looked in his eyes, though, and I knew better than to 
open my mouth. I moved over to my dresser and started 
to get out some underwear. He stopped me. 

"If I wanted you to wear any of that shit I would have 
given it to you. Now put the damned dress on!"

I put my arms into the dress and buttoned it. It had a 
row of buttons that went all of the way up the front. 
He ordered me to fix my hair and face as he went to 
find a pair of shoes he liked.

I finally got my tears to stop, and put on a little 
makeup. I don't wear a lot and it didn't take long. I 
brushed my hair and stepped back into the bedroom.

He had selected a pair of shoes I had worn once, at my 
husband's insistence, and sworn never to wear again. 
The heel was three inches high and the shoe was open. I 
could just barely walk in them. I knew better than to 
argue though. I put them on and stood up. He made me 
walk for him, modeling the humiliating outfit. 

I didn't know how he could expect me to go out in 
public like this. I looked like a prostitute! My 
nipples could be seen through the top, and in the right 
light the skirt was almost invisible. He stopped me and 
ran his hand up my legs. I felt his finger pushing into 
me. I was shocked when I realized I was wet! Surely 
this did not arouse me! How could my pussy betray me 
like this! I couldn't be wet!

But I was. He looked up at me and chuckled evilly. 

"You nasty cunt," he said accusingly. "You love this, 
don't you?"

"No," I said. "I hate this. I hate what you are doing 
to me and I am just scared."

He just laughed. "Scared? Good, you should be. You have 
something to be scared about."

On that ominous note, he stood and led the way to the 
door.

I grabbed my purse and hurried after him, or at least I 
hurried as much as I could in these damned shoes. Three 
inch heels may not sound like much. When you are used 
to flats it takes a while to get used to them.

I looked around as I stepped out. Thank god it was 
dark. I saw none of my neighbors. I prayed none of them 
saw me in this slutty outfit, leaving with this 
horrible old man.

We got in his car and he drove off. As we drove he 
pulled me to the middle of the seat and pulled my skirt 
up to totally expose my pussy. He pushed my legs apart 
and began roughly fondling me. 

He ordered me to rub his cock through his pants, and as 
I complied I saw a pickup truck pull up beside us on my 
side. I saw the driver glance at me, I didn't have the 
nerve to look directly at him, but I watched out of the 
corner of my eye as he did a double take. We were 
stopped at a red light at a well-lit intersection. I 
had no doubt that he could see my dress up around my 
waist. If I had any doubts they would have been quickly 
dispelled. 

I plainly heard him exclaim "Holy shit!!" Then I saw 
him turn to his companion and tell him about me. 

Just then the light changed, and the truck kept pace as 
we drove the block to the next red light. 

I was totally humiliated, and it was obvious that "the 
driver" knew what was going on and was enjoying it 
tremendously. It suddenly occurred to me, I still did 
not know the name of the man putting me through all of 
this. I could only think of him as 'the driver'!

As we came to a stop at the next intersection and he 
ordered me to open the top of my dress. I knew I had no 
choice. I took a deep breath and started to unbutton my 
dress. 

"Quickly!" he snapped. I hurriedly moved my fingers 
down the front of my dress, unbuttoning the buttons. I 
could see both of the men in the truck next to us. The 
passenger was leaning over and both were staring as I 
finished and dropped my hands.

'The driver' put his hand behind me and pushed me 
forward. As I leaned forward he pulled my dress down 
off my shoulders. I was now as good as naked. My 
breasts were totally exposed, and so now was my pussy 
since he had removed is hand. He sat me back and 
reached over my shoulder and started squeezing my right 
breast, pulling on it, aiming it at the young men in 
the truck as if it were a weapon. It was so degrading!

He ordered me to look at the men in the truck and 
smile. I did as he instructed, but it was the hardest 
thing I ever did. I have no idea how I managed a smile. 
I was so totally humiliated. Finally he pulled away 
from the truck and allowed me to pull my top back on. 
He only permitted me to button the bottom three buttons 
from the waist up. This permitted my breasts to be seen 
almost to the nipple, and if I moved even slightly my 
nipples were plainly visible.

He could see I was on the verge of tears again, and he 
warned me not to start.

"That is enough of that shit," he growled, "you might 
as well get used to it, cunt."


CHAPTER THREE

I had not been paying any attention to where we were 
going. Suddenly I looked around and realized we were in 
a part of town I had never seen before. It was pretty 
seedy, and I was glad of that. The chances of seeing 
someone I knew had to be pretty slim. If I had to be 
this man's slut, I guess it might as well be in a part 
of town where this sort of behavior was more 
appropriate.

Just as I was beginning to wonder if he even had a 
destination in mind, he pulled into the parking lot 
beside a seedy little bar. We got out of the car and he 
pushed me ahead of him to the door. We went in and I 
was instantly aware of how much of me was showing. 
There were a dozen men in the bar, and every one of 
them stared at me as I made my way through the room to 
a booth in the back.

"The driver" wedged himself in after me and the 
bartender came over to take our order. I finally found 
out the name of "the driver" as the bartender called 
out "Hey Ted, who is the lady? And what the hell is she 
doing with a guy like you?"

The guy making my life a living hell was Ted. I would 
have expected something a little more like Lucifer.

He ordered a beer for himself. I said I didn't want 
anything but he ordered wine for me. He said he liked 
the way I acted after I had a little wine.

I looked up as three men approached the booth. Judging 
by the greetings they were friends or drinking buddies. 
Ted invited them to join us. 

I could feel their eyes on my chest as they squeezed 
into the circular booth from the other end. I looked 
down and checked to make sure that my breasts were both 
covered, at least as much as possible.

They began talking, but all four of them were staring 
at me as they talked.

Ted introduced me in a way that immediately let 
everyone know what my position was. 

"Guys, this is my cunt, Linda. I met her last night. 
She loved me so much she gave herself to me, swore she 
would do anything just to be with me."

The three men laughed and snorted, obviously they knew 
that wasn't the truth.

"Okay, maybe she didn't fall madly in love with me. She 
sure as hell belongs to me. I won't bother you with 
details, but she will do anything I tell her to do. 
Won't you cunt?"

I nodded. It was true. I would. I knew this was going 
to be more than I could take, but there was no way out 
now without ruining my life. 

His friends, however, were still skeptical. 

"You don't believe me?" he asked. 

"Yeah, right," they chimed in, obviously not believing 
a word of it.

He turned to me and ordered me to unbutton the top of 
my dress the rest of the way. 

I furtively looked around the bar and saw that nobody 
in the bar could see me. Ted had me completely obscured 
from anyone else in the bar. Only he and his friends 
could see me.

I reached up and unbuttoned the last three buttons and 
then dropped my hands back into my lap.

Just then the bartender arrived with our drinks. I knew 
he could see my breast. He stood there a long time, 
taking the money for the drinks and chatting idly with 
Ted. I didn't have the nerve to look until he left. As 
he walked away I looked down. It was obvious that from 
where he had stood he could see my entire left breast. 

The surprising thing was that it just didn't seem to 
matter anymore. I mean, I was embarrassed. The thing 
is, I was in a more or less constant state of 
embarrassment now. Every new humiliation was just more 
of the same. I picked up my glass and took several long 
drinks. It was a very bad wine, but I really needed it 
right then.

Ted turned back to his friends and said, "Now what do 
you think?"

They were all staring at my breasts. Ted reached over 
and opened my dress so that my breasts were completely 
exposed. 

At this point the bartender came back with the change. 
You would have thought he was carrying on a 
conversation with my breasts. He looked straight at 
them as he talked to Ted. He placed the change on the 
table and finally, reluctantly, returned to his place 
behind the bar.

Ted turned back to his friends and said "How do you 
like them tits guys?!"

To their credit, they did not actually drool. They just 
sat there with stupid looks on their faces, looking 
like they had never seen a tit before.

He turned to the man on my immediate left and said, 
"You should see them when those nipples get hard. Go 
ahead Bob. Get those suckers hard for us."

I sucked in my breath as Bob gingerly reached up and 
started playing with my nipples. I closed my eyes. I 
couldn't stand to look at anyone. I sat quietly as he 
moved his hands over my tits, much softer, and much 
nicer than I expected from one of these jerks.

Then he began to concentrate on my nipples. Pinching 
them lightly between his thumb and forefinger, pulling 
gently, it actually felt pretty good! I felt my nipples 
getting taut, and I hated myself for responding, but I 
knew it was not my fault.

Finally, long after my nipples had hardened, Ted told 
him he could stop. I opened my eyes and saw all four of 
them staring at my chest. I took another long drink of 
wine and then set my empty glass down and closed my 
eyes again.

"What do you think guys?" Ted asked. "Is she turned 
on?"

"Sure looks hot to me." Bob said.

"Damn straight." One of the others responded.

"Fuckin' a." The other one chimed in.

Ted reached down and pulled my skirt up, exposing my 
pussy to Bob. The other two couldn't see because the 
table blocked their view. 

"Go ahead, Bob, check her out. See if she is wet." Ted 
offered.

I sat still as I felt his hand move down between my 
thighs and up to my pussy. Without even being told I 
spread my legs for him. I gasped quietly as his finger 
entered me. I knew what he would find. I knew I was 
wet. 

He moved his finger in and out of me for far longer 
than was necessary. Then he raised it above the table 
so everyone could see how wet I had gotten him. 

"Give her your hand, Bob." Ted said.

Bob stretched out his hand. I took it and held it, not 
knowing what I was supposed to do. 

"You got his hand all dirty, cunt. Clean him. I looked 
at Ted in confusion for a second. Then it dawned on me 
what he wanted. I leaned forward slightly and pulled 
his finger to my lips. I licked it gently, as though it 
were a little cock. Then I took it into my mouth 
sliding my lips up and down. I suddenly realized I was 
subconsciously putting on a show for them! I quickly 
pulled my mouth away and let his hand go.

I glanced up and saw the looks on their faces. These 
were all older men, in their late forties or early 
fifties. The one on the far end, I still didn't know 
the names of the last two, was skinny as a rail, the 
other two, Bob and the guy beside him were both smaller 
than Ted, but they were both heavy, with big beer 
bellies. 

They were all staring at me in awe. Here I was, a very 
attractive, very sexy, twenty-three year old woman, 
just a normal housewife, sitting at this table in a 
seedy bar with four seedy old men. My breasts were 
exposed. My pussy was exposed. I was doing every nasty 
thing I was told.

At first I had thought that he was just going to show 
me off a little, and humiliate me a lot. As time passed 
and I listened to the way that the conversation was 
leaning I was beginning to suspect that Ted was going 
to make me have sex with these men. A gangbang!! I had, 
on occasion, fantasized about having sex with two men. 
But not four! Not four ugly old men!

The bartender showed up at the table again. I bet these 
guys never got service this good before! He continued 
to act like nothing was unusual as he stared at my all 
but naked body. Ted ordered another round of drinks.

As the bartender walked away Ted turned to his friends 
and said, "How about if we finish this next round, and 
go to my place for a little peace and quiet?"

There was a chorus of anxious replies. I didn't expect 
anyone to say no. 

Ted turned to me and put his hand on my right breast. 
He was roughly squeezing and pulling as he asked me 
sarcastically if I minded if we got together for a 
little party. I just shook my head. There was nothing I 
could say.

The bartender came back with the drinks and Ted 
released his hold on my breast. 

"That sure is a sweet young thing you got there Ted," 
the bartender said. 

"This slut," Ted said incredulously. "She ain't bad 
looking, but she ain't a sweet young thing. Are you 
cunt?" he asked as he turned to me.

I shook my head, but I guess Ted was getting tired of 
non-verbal answers. 

"Answer me bitch!" he exclaimed impatiently.

"No, I am just a cunt Ted." I responded without looking 
up.

Ted put his hands on the edge of the table and slid it 
out of the way a few inches. 

Now I was totally exposed to all five of them. 

"Go ahead, cunt. Show him your cunt." I spread my legs, 
as much as possible, which was not much since I was 
still sandwiched in between these two large men. He 
whistled softly as I sat before him totally exposed, 
obeying all of Ted's orders. 

"I don't know how you fell into this, Ted, but I gotta 
say you are the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the fucking 
world, man!"

"One of these days I'll bring her in and let you have a 
shot at her, man." Ted said, generously.

"No shit?" the bartender exclaimed.

"No shit. First, though, I think she needs a little 
more training."

The bartender returned to the bar, and I continued to 
sit, fully exposed, as we drank our drinks and Ted and 
his friends talked, mostly about me and the things they 
wanted to do to me.

I guess the bartender must have told a few of the 
customers that something was going on in our booth, 
because every once in a while one of them would go out 
of their way to pass us on the way to the restroom. It 
was obvious they were just coming over to check out the 
naked female but Ted didn't mind. He seemed to get a 
kick out of anything that increased my discomfort 
level.

Finally Ted told me to straighten out the top of my 
dress, but would not allow me to button it. He slid out 
of the booth and pulled me after him. I pulled my dress 
down, but not before I am sure that every man in the 
bar saw my naked pussy. Then we left, Ted first, I 
followed, and his three friends bringing up the rear. 

In the parking lot we split up into two cars. The other 
heavyset man, I now learned that his name was Dave, got 
in beside me so that I was squeezed between him and 
Ted. Bob and the skinny guy got in Bob's car.

As we left the parking lot Dave put his arm around my 
shoulders, and his hand hung down, his fingers lightly 
moving over my left breast. 

"You don't mind, do you Ted?" he asked politely.

Ted smiled at him and said, "Not at all, please, feel 
free." They both seemed to think that was real funny. 

Now that he had permission, Dave had his hands all over 
me. He squeezed and pulled on my breasts like he was 
milking me. He moved his hand down and pushed it 
between my legs. I couldn't spread my legs. We were 
pressed to close together. So he pulled my leg up over 
his and roughly jammed first one and then two fingers 
into me.

I moaned in pain, but I think he thought it was 
something else. "Damn!" he said to Ted. "Listen to her 
moan. She's a hot one!" They both laughed again.

Thankfully, we were already in Ted's neighborhood. We 
quickly found a place to park and I was again pulled 
out of the car, with everything showing, and with no 
regard for who might be around. As before, however, 
there was nobody nearby to witness my humiliation. I 
guess this is the kind of neighborhood that you stay 
inside after dark.

We waited on the street for Bob and skinny, and when 
they caught up to us we went inside.


CHAPTER FOUR

Bob had an apartment on the first floor. It was small, 
and it was filthy, but at least it had a terrible view.

Once inside I was ordered to get everyone a beer. When 
I returned and handed out the drinks I was rewarded 
with gropes and grabs and pinches by each of them in 
turn. 

Ted ordered me to get up on the old coffee table in the 
center of the room.

I carefully stepped up, a bit wobbly in these damned 
heels, and stood waiting for what I already knew was 
coming next. 

"How about it guys?" Ted asked. "Are you ready for a 
little entertainment?"

I didn't expect to hear anyone say no, and I wasn't 
disappointed.

"Strip, cunt," Ted ordered. 

I started to pull down the top of my dress, but Ted 
stopped me. "Not like that! Put some soul into it. A 
little rhythm, dance for us!"

He turned to his friends and said, "Shit! I guess I 
should have had the bitch wear more clothes. You guys 
don't mind if the show doesn't last long do you?" They 
all laughed at that.

I started to sway to an imaginary song, and dance 
around in a small circle. My skirt was so short that I 
imagine they could see my ass from this angle without 
my moving, and my breasts were exposed more than they 
were covered. I guess it's the thought that counts, and 
it isn't like I had a choice. Besides, they had already 
seen my breasts and my pussy and my ass. I am pretty 
sure that the whole idea now was just to degrade me 
further.

After a couple of turns on the tiny table I slid the 
top of my dress off of my shoulders and let it hang at 
my waist. The men all whistled and cheered like I 
expect they would at a real strip show. I danced a bit 
more and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my 
dress and slid it over my hips, down my legs, to my 
feet. I kicked it out of the way and continued my 
little dance, turning and swaying gently, until Dave 
turned to Ted and said, "I just gotta taste that pretty 
little pussy. Is that okay Ted?" 

"Just a second, boys," Ted responded. He left the room 
and came back with a camera. I started to panic all 
over again, until I realized it didn't matter. He 
already had all the evidence he needed to ruin my life 
forever.

"Alright boys," Ted said, "She is all yours. Take your 
time and enjoy, we have all night."

I moaned in fear as Dave got up and walked to where I 
stood on the small coffee table. I heard the camera 
begin to click away as Dave bent forward and stuck his 
tongue into me. I closed my eyes and stood there as he 
licked my pussy. I heard the others approach and felt 
hands all over me, fingers mauling my already sore 
breasts, pulling, squeezing. A finger tried to force 
its way into my asshole and I squealed in shock and 
pain. 

After a few ineffective attempts to enter my back 
passage the finger withdrew. But it soon returned. This 
time it was wet and I felt it roughly enter my ass. It 
seemed like every time I felt that I couldn't get 
anymore degraded, they proved me wrong.

I was beginning to feel the effects of this huge 
overdose of stimulation. It may have been unwanted and 
clumsy but it was beginning to have a decided effect. I 
felt my breath beginning to get labored as these men 
were all over me.

Suddenly they stopped. It was almost as if there had 
been a signal. I was left standing on the table as they 
all stepped back and began to quickly undress. I opened 
my eyes to see Ted taking this opportunity to reload 
his camera.

Suddenly the room was full of naked men. They pushed me 
down on my hands and knees on the table and Dave 
stepped up behind me and roughly forced his cock into 
my pussy. I was soaking wet, and it was a good thing, 
because I was shocked at how large his cock was. He 
attacked me with it as though he wanted to hurt me! 

Someone grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. I found 
myself looking at another large cock. It was the guy I 
had named Skinny. I still didn't know his name. His 
cock was skinny too, but Christ it was long! I swear it 
must have been at least ten inches. He rubbed it all 
over my face, but mostly on my eyes and my lips, then 
he ordered me to lick it.

I stuck out my tongue and started licking as he guided 
my head on a guided tour of his crotch. I licked 
whatever he placed in front of my mouth. His cock, his 
balls, it didn't matter anymore. Ted was right. I'm 
just a cunt. Finally he rested the head of his cock on 
my lips and began pushing it into my mouth. It wasn't 
bad at first. His cock was not very big around and I 
could manage it without much difficulty. It wasn't 
manageable for long though. I started getting scared as 
he pushed it all the way to the back of my throat. He 
held me there as I gagged and choked and struggled for 
breath. Suddenly he slapped me and my eyes looked up at 
him. 

"Relax bitch." He said. "I ain't gonna kill you. I'm 
just gonna fuck your face a little. Now, swallow." I 
had stopped struggling when he slapped me. I tried to 
relax and obey his orders and I swallowed. He ordered 
me to keep swallowing. After a few minutes I realized 
that I no longer had to gag, and I was shocked as I 
felt his cock pushing into my throat! Dave was still 
roughly fucking my pussy and Bob was bent over me, 
grabbing my tits and staring as I swallowed that entire 
ten inch cock all the way down my throat.

"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaimed. "I ain't ever seen 
anything like that in my fucking life!" 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ted, still hard at 
work with the camera, now coming in for a few close-
ups. 

Suddenly it was like my mind snapped. I was no longer 
being forced. Now I wanted it. I needed it. I wanted 
cocks and cum in me and on me. I wanted it all, 
everywhere. I began to actively suck on Skinny's cock, 
just like the cunt that I had become. At the same time 
I began to tighten my pussy around Dave's cock, and I 
was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. 

I started to wiggle my ass. I reached a hand down 
between my legs and tickled his balls as he raped his 
cock in and out of me. That was all it took. He plunged 
into me once more and held me tight against him as he 
moaned loudly and exploded inside me. I felt his big 
cock throbbing in me as he drained his seed into my 
cunt.

As I felt his cock exploding in my pussy I went crazy. 
I moaned around the cock in my mouth and I came and 
came and then came again. When I could finally open my 
eyes again I saw Ted with his camera right in my face. 
I had not even tried to hide my orgasm from him. I 
couldn't have if I had wanted to. They all laughed as I 
continued to kneel between them, now totally broken. I 
must be the cunt they say I am if I can have an orgasm 
while being gang raped.

Before Dave had finished and could pull out of me, 
Skinny tensed up and grabbed my head even harder. He 
thrust his cock down my throat a few more times, and 
then held his cock with the head just inside my lips. 
He grabbed his cock and moved his hand up and down 
violently, shooting his big hot load in my mouth so 
that I could taste it all.

When he was finished he pulled out and made me look at 
him. He ordered me to swallow and I moved his big load 
all around my mouth with my tongue. Then I slowly 
swallowed as I stared him in the eyes. As soon as I had 
swallowed he offered me his cock to clean. I licked the 
last remaining drops of his load of cum and swallowed 
them down too. 

As soon as he released me Dave stepped in front of me 
and I was forced to clean him too. I couldn't believe 
that I didn't get sick as I took his limp cock into my 
mouth and tasted his cum and my juices mingling on his 
slimy cock. But I didn't get sick. In fact, I loved it! 
I tried not to let them see it, but I know what I felt. 
I felt the excitement I could only get a small taste of 
when I was indulging in my fantasies as I masturbated 
on all those long lonely evenings.

I wanted to rest now. It was late, and I had been 
through a lot, but I saw Bob coming for me, and I knew 
that Ted would want something from me.

Dave and skinny, I still hadn't heard anyone call him 
anything, took a seat nearby on the couch and I saw 
them gently massage their cocks as they watched Bob 
come over and shove his cock into my mouth. I was a 
little scared by Bob. Ted was pretty evil, but Bob had 
a glint in his eye all night that made me nervous. I 
had the impression that he would enjoy really hurting 
me.

It wasn't long before my fears were confirmed. As I 
sucked on Bob's cock, which was covered in pre-cum and 
didn't smell all too clean, I was suddenly startled by 
a sharp pain in my breast.

Bob was reaching under me, pinching my tit with all of 
his might! I tried to scream and pull away but he held 
me against his belly with his cock down my throat. I 
looked to the audience, hoping that someone would stop 
him. Far from coming to my assistance, they were urging 
him on! Yelling at him to let me have it!

He took his hand from my breast and pulled his cock 
from my mouth. He ordered me to lick his balls, and I 
did, fighting down my gag reflex again as his sour odor 
engulfed my senses. Before very long I had cleaned him 
enough with my tongue that I could breathe again. Just 
as it got to be bearable, he turned around and bent 
over and ordered me to lick his ass!

This guy really needed some lessons in personal 
hygiene. The odor was awful. I stuck out my tongue and 
took a deep breath and began licking up and down the 
crack of his ass. The others were cracking up, they 
found this hilarious. And of course, out of the corner 
of my eye I saw Ted getting more close-ups!

I tasted something very unpleasant. I had never tasted 
it before but I knew what it was. I gagged again, 
trying desperately not to vomit. I managed to get it 
under control. He noticed that I was beginning to 
adjust, so he ordered me to stick my tongue in his ass. 
I managed to pull away long enough to take another deep 
breath first. 

Before he could react, I moved back quickly and 
stiffened my tongue. I spread his ass cheeks and placed 
my lips tight against his ass hole. I pushed my tongue 
in as far as I could. Then I began to move it in and 
out like a small cock. His moans indicated that he 
enjoyed the hell out of that, but I was starting to get 
light headed from holding my breath so much.

When he had had enough of this disgusting foreplay he 
moved behind me and rubbed his hard cock up and down 
the crack of my ass. At first I was afraid that he is 
going to fuck me there, but finally he moved it down 
and rubbed it back and forth over my sloppy, wet pussy. 

He stroked back and forth a couple of times, and then 
he placed the head of his cock against my pussy and 
roughly pushed it in, all in one vicious stroke. I was 
starting to get tender there. These men were all so 
rough. So even though I had begun to get quite aroused, 
I was extremely happy that he did not last long. After 
only a few short minutes he tensed up and shot his load 
into me. Then, like the others, he moved around to my 
face to be cleaned.

As Bob finished with me and moved away I noticed that 
Ted was now undressed, his big, fat, cock standing 
straight out and covered with pre-cum. 

He handed the camera to Bob and told him to get some 
good pictures of the action. Then he moved behind me 
and started rubbing his fat cock over the dripping lips 
of my cunt. Even though I was already getting sore, I 
was still pretty turned on, and I had to admit that I 
had been curious about what it would feel like to have 
his fat cock in me since I first saw it last night. Oh 
my god! Was it only just last night!?

Unlike the others, he was quite gentle as he placed his 
cock against me and slowly moved it into me. I tried to 
hold back, but I found myself moaning in pleasure as he 
moved his thick, thick cock into me. I felt his finger 
moving around the outside of my hole, and then he put 
it gently into my ass as he continued to fuck me. He 
was slow and gentle and although I don't care to have 
things in my ass, I had to admit he was making me feel 
very good.

Suddenly, however, he stopped. He pulled slowly out of 
both of my holes. Then I felt him spread my ass cheeks 
and place his cock against my tight asshole. For the 
first time I begged him to stop. I promised him 
anything. I pleaded with him to leave my ass alone. 

I might as well have saved myself the further 
indignity, he totally ignored me. He gently started to 
press against my asshole with this cock. I was almost 
in a panic. It was far too large. I knew he would harm 
me, damage me. He paused for a minute. In a firm but 
gentle voice he told me to stop fighting. If I just 
tried to push out, as though I were trying to go to the 
bathroom, he said it wouldn't be so bad. 

I was panting like I had just run a race. I was on the 
verge of panic. I couldn't escape, so I had to try. I 
had to do something. I knew he was going to do it, one 
way or the other. So I did what he said. I controlled 
my breathing and I pushed on the muscles around my 
asshole. Suddenly I felt his fat cock slide into my 
ass. He got the head of his large cock into me and then 
stopped, letting me adjust to it. Once I had relaxed a 
little he began slowly working it in. With each stroke 
of his huge cock he entered me a little deeper until I 
felt his belly slapping against the cheeks of my ass. 
Once he was all the way in, he stopped again, allowing 
me time to adjust. Then the fucking began. 

Fortunately he couldn't last long. I had been arousing 
him all night, submitting to every nasty order he gave 
me. Add to that the fact that my virgin ass was so 
tight and he came very quickly. After his cock drained 
in my ass, as had somehow become the routine, he moved 
around and forced my mouth over his slimy, nasty cock. 
It was worse this time, because of where his cock had 
been, but there was no fight left in me. I docilely 
cleaned his cock with my mouth. What the hell, my mouth 
could not taste any worse!

They made me get up and get them another beer. I was 
dying for anything to drink, anything to wash the taste 
of cum and shit out of my mouth. But I was too cowed to 
even ask, and nobody offered. So I sat on the table in 
the middle of all of these naked old men and watched 
them drink their beer.

It was very late and I was praying that the 
entertainment portion of our evening was over. I hurt 
like hell all over. I had cum dripping out of my cunt 
and my ass. My mouth tasted like dirty cocks. Surely 
they couldn't want me anymore tonight!

I kept my eyes averted as I sat before them. I tried 
not to hear the things they were saying about me. About 
how well I could suck a cock, how tight and hot and wet 
my pussy was, how cute my little tits were. 

Finally, Ted asked if any of them wanted anything, it 
was getting late and he was going to take me home 
unless anyone had a better idea.

I was instantly excited. At last this evening was 
almost over. But of course these dirty old men couldn't 
let it go at that. They talked for a minute and decided 
that they could all use one last blowjob. 

My mouth was already tired and sore, but I knew I 
wouldn't get any sympathy from them. So when I was 
ordered to kneel between Dave's legs and get back to 
work, I sighed deeply and slid off the coffee table and 
knelt at his feet.

Dave grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so that I 
had to look at him. He pushed his finger into my mouth 
and told me that he was already fucked out. He was sure 
though, that if I did a real good job maybe he can cum 
again before dawn. Everyone laughed, but that was just 
what I was afraid of. I could be here all night trying 
to get these three old men to cum again.

Dave moved his finger in and out of my mouth like a 
small cock. "This time," he said, "you are going to 
throat me like Larry taught you."

At first I didn't know what he was talking about. Then 
I got it. Skinny's name was Larry. Now Dave wanted to 
put his cock in my throat like Larry did.

I did not think I could go on. All I could do was keep 
reminding myself that I just had to get through this 
and I could go home.

I leaned down and took Dave's cock into my mouth. I 
started moving up and down on it gently, taking it back 
farther in my mouth each time. I started to gag and I 
almost panicked. There was no way I was going to be 
able to take this man's cock into my throat. It was 
much fatter than Larry's. 

I heard a sound behind me and then I felt a terrible 
pain on my ass. I tried to straighten out and see what 
happened but Dave held my head so that I could not 
move. I managed to turn my head enough to see Larry 
standing behind me with a belt in his hand. 

"Stupid bitch!" he said. "What did I teach you? 
Swallow! Didn't you learn anything?"

I remembered then that he had made me swallow his cock, 
not just shove it down my throat. I still did not think 
it would work with Dave's cock, but I had to try.

I placed his cock near the back of my throat and began 
swallowing. Before I could begin moving forward, Dave 
pulled my head down over his cock brutally. At first I 
didn't think it would go in. It reached a certain point 
a short distance down my throat and seemed to catch, 
but then suddenly I found myself with his entire cock 
in my mouth and throat and my lips touching his 
stomach.

I was shocked! The men began to cheer me on as if I was 
an athlete that had just scored. The funny thing is 
that I even felt a twinge of pride!

He released my head so that I could pull back and gulp 
down a quick breath. As soon as I had taken a breath I 
went down on his cock again. This time I managed to get 
it all down my throat without help. It didn't take all 
night. I finally managed to get him to cum. It did take 
a long time and I was in tears of pain and frustration 
when he finally shot his small load in my mouth.

Bob was next, and he too wanted the deepthroat 
experience. I hurt so much. I would have been willing 
to do anything else. I didn't bother to beg though. I 
knew it would just amuse them. I got between his knees 
and took him down my throat. I guess I got numb after a 
while. I think my mind kind of shut off. I finally 
managed to get him to cum. Some time later I serviced 
Larry too, though I hardly remember it. 

Thank god Ted was worn out. As soon as Larry had cum 
down my throat and pulled out, Ted threw me my dress 
and told me to put it on.

I was filthy, covered with cum, but I just wanted to go 
home. I didn't even ask if I could clean up first. I 
slipped the dress over my head and buttoned the three 
buttons above the waist that I was allowed to button. I 
hadn't unbuttoned the ones below the waist. I slipped 
my shoes back on and stood waiting while Ted's three 
friends got dressed and prepared to leave.

I hardly remember the ride home. I remember climbing 
into a tub as hot as I could stand it, and soaking 
until the water was cold. I remember crying for hours 
as I tried to blot out the memories of that night.

When he had let me out of the car in my driveway, Ted 
had told me to relax for a couple of days. I spent the 
next two days in a daze. I just couldn't think. If I 
tried, I ended up thinking about my situation and how 
hopeless it was. Better not to think at all.


CHAPTER FIVE

Ted called again two days later. It was Thursday 
evening. He told me to be ready to go out Friday 
morning. I was to wear a nice conservative "housewife 
type" outfit, pretty but conservative underwear, and 
practical shoes. He wanted me to look as sweet and as 
innocent as possible. He refused to even discuss his 
plans. He just told me to be ready to go at nine 
o'clock tomorrow morning.

I was awake most of the night, dreading whatever was to 
happen to me the next day. I knew that Ted was enjoying 
seeing just how much he could put me through. I also 
knew that I had no choice but to do what he said. I 
just prayed that he would keep his word. My husband 
would be home Saturday. Ted promised he would not 
bother me when my husband was in town.

I was up early Friday morning. I couldn't eat. Just 
some coffee for breakfast, then a shower and find 
something to wear. I decided on a simple print dress, 
modest and attractive. It seemed like what Ted might 
have had in mind. I chose a demure bra and panty set 
with a little lace trim, but nothing racy. 

I was ready and waiting when Ted pulled into my 
driveway. I met him at the door and he stepped inside 
to inspect me. I turned around for him, modeling my 
dress. He couldn't let it go at that. 

He ordered me to show him my underwear. Despite the 
horrible things that he had put me through already I 
was still humiliated at having to perform for this man 
like this. 

He nodded his approval and ordered me to follow him. I 
grabbed my purse and followed him out to his car. He 
let me sit on my side of the car this time. He didn't 
touch me at all. He had to do something to humiliate me 
though, so he made me ride with my skirt up around my 
waist. I was a little surprised, and even a little 
encouraged. Maybe he was getting tired of me already!

Ted drove to a mall that was nearer the downtown area. 
It was not far from the bar he had taken me to. He 
parked in an empty section of the parking lot, far away 
from the stores and the other cars. We just sat there 
waiting. Ted had not said a word all the way down here. 
Once we were parked though, he started to explain.

"I owe a man some money. He is starting to get a little 
impatient. The trouble is, up until now I wasn't in a 
position to pay him. It turns out I can pay him now, 
thanks to you bitch. I talked to him yesterday. I told 
him all about you. He can't wait to meet you. You spend 
the day with him and he calls it even. You had better 
do every damned thing he says, bitch."

I looked at him in shock. How could he! I'm not a 
prostitute! I started to say I wouldn't do it. I 
started to say that that was not part of our agreement. 
Before I could say a word he looked at me with his mean 
eyes and said, "If you open your mouth I will put my 
cock in it right here in the parking lot."

I sat there with my skirt up around my waist trying not 
to cry. After a few minutes Ted looked at his watch and 
said "What the hell. We got here pretty early. We might 
as well do something to pass the time while we wait."

He grabbed my hand and put it on the crotch of his 
pants. "Give me a little hand job while you're sitting 
there with nothing to do."

Well, at least I don't have to put the ugly thing in my 
mouth this time, I thought. I brought my other hand 
over and unzipped his pants and gently pulled his cock 
out. It was about half hard as I put my hand around it 
and started to move it up and down. 

"Yeah, that's it bitch, keep that up," he said as he 
settled back to enjoy my efforts. 

I had only been jerking his cock for about five minutes 
when I heard a strange noise approaching the car. 
Suddenly two boys rushed by on skateboards, one on 
either side of the car. They looked in as they went by, 
and I saw the surprise on their faces. It would of have 
been comical if it were not so embarrassing. 

The boys stopped, far enough away to be out of earshot. 
It was obvious what they were talking about. They kept 
looking back at our car. I wanted to stop, in case they 
came back, but I knew that I couldn't stop until Ted 
said I could. 

The boys started skating back toward the car, much 
slower this time. As they got closer I could see that 
they were both about fourteen or fifteen years old. 

They slowed even more as they approached the car. Just 
as they were about to pass one on either side again, 
Ted waved to them! 

I just sat there, my panties exposed, my hand on his 
cock, as he waved the kids over to the car. They 
stopped, looked at each other for a second, and then 
skated over to the car grinning from ear to ear.

In a moment they were leaning against the car doors, 
with their heads leaned in towards the windows. They 
looked at my hand on Ted's cock, but mainly they stared 
at my panty-covered crotch. I kept my legs together, 
but I still felt pretty exposed. 

"Haven't you guys ever seen a pussy before?" he asked 
them. 

They looked up at him, as though they could not believe 
what he had just asked. 

The one at my window said "No sir, except in a couple 
of pictures, I ain't never seen one."

"Me neither." The other one chimed in.

I was a little surprised. I thought guys always claimed 
to be studs, even at this young age. 

I kept my eyes down, trying to make believe this wasn't 
happening. I still moved my hand on Ted's cock, but it 
was almost automatic, I was hardly moving at all. I 
guess he was having too much fun embarrassing me again 
to notice.

"Go ahead cunt, pull your panties out of the way and 
let them have a look." 

I don't know if it is possible, but my face seemed to 
become even more flushed with embarrassment. I reached 
my right hand down and grabbed the crotch of my panties 
with two fingers and pulled it out of the way so that 
my pussy was exposed to these young boys.

"Holy shit!" they said, almost in unison as my pussy 
was uncovered.

"That is one fine pussy there, gentlemen. She ain't no 
fresh young teenager, but she is definitely prime 
pussy. You aren't apt to see a nicer one than that in 
your life."

The boy in my window stuck his head all the way in and 
stared at my pussy. Suddenly he looked up at me and 
asked if he could touch it. 

Before I could even decide what I was supposed to say, 
Ted looked around, saw we were still alone, and told 
him to step back a little. 

The boy withdrew his head from my window and Ted 
reached over and opened my door. 

"Swing your leg out." He ordered.

I did as he ordered, moving my right leg out, spreading 
my legs obscenely for the young boy's pleasure.

"Go ahead," he said to the boy, "look it over all you 
want.

The boy knelt at my door and his face wasn't much more 
than a foot from my pussy as he looked at it intently. 
He reached out gingerly with his index finger and 
touched it gently. The look of awe on his face was 
almost enough to make me laugh. I didn't though. It was 
as though I was worried about hurting his feelings! 

He moved his fingers all around my pussy, examining it 
in great detail. As he did I saw is friend loom over 
his shoulder, pushing in for a closer look. 

"Hurry up," his friend urged. "I want to touch it too."

"Man! Look at this!" the boy said as he exposed my 
clit, which was now quite hard. I gasped lightly as he 
touched it gently with his finger. Actually, the kid 
had a pretty nice touch! 

I gasped again as he slowly started pushing first one 
and then a second finger into me.

Had he continued on for a few more minutes, I was sure 
I was going to have an orgasm! Before that could happen 
Ted stopped him. He told the boy that we only had a few 
minutes and that he had better let his friend have a 
close look.

His friend almost knocked him over in his rush to take 
his place. He was nowhere near as gentle as the first 
boy had been. He pushed and pinched and pulled and 
prodded, as though he wanted it to be uncomfortable. 
"Here is another Ted in the making." I thought to 
myself as he groped my pussy. His touch was more like 
that of a typical teenager than the first young boy had 
been.

Finally Ted told them they would have to stop. He 
wanted me to finish beating him off before his friend 
showed up. He told them they were welcome to watch. And 
they did!

I sat there with my legs splayed wide and my pussy on 
display as I resumed masturbating Ted. Just before he 
came he handed me a tissue and I caught his slimy mess 
in it as he came. I was surprised. I had expected him 
to force my mouth down onto his cock as he came. I 
guess he wanted to keep me fresh and presentable for 
his friend.

He told the boys that it was too bad we didn't have 
more time. He would love to offer them a nice fuck, but 
maybe some other time. 

The boys groaned at how close they had come to losing 
their virginity, grabbed their boards, and headed off 
to the mall.

I cleaned my hands off and finally I was allowed to 
pull my skirt back down and sit in a more normal 
fashion.

We waited in silence for his friend to show up. In just 
a few minutes a face appeared at Ted's window. I was 
startled. I had not even heard a car drive up. I 
thought I was shocked before. You should have seen my 
face when a large black man came into view at Ted's 
window!

Ted didn't even bother to introduce us. They talked 
about me as if I was just property. 

"So this is your poor, innocent, little housewife?" The 
black man asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," Ted answered, "want to check her out first?"

"No, she looks okay to me. I'll have her back here at 
6:00, almost as good as new." They both laughed at 
that. I just kept sitting with my head down, hoping for 
a lightning strike to save me from this.

I am not a prejudiced person, but I had never been with 
a black man. Although I know that some white women have 
that fantasy, I am not among them. I was terrified.

The black man walked around to my door and opened it. 
He offered me his hand and gently helped me from the 
car. As soon as the door was closed, Ted drove away. 

I never felt so scared in my life. I had just been 
given to a large black man for the next seven and one-
half hours. I didn't even know his name! I guess I 
should be getting used to that by now.

He walked me back to his car. He was parked immediately 
behind where Ted had been parked. He was a perfect 
gentleman so far. He held the door of his car for me 
and I got in, thankful to be seated again. I was so 
scared my legs were shaking.

As the shock began to lessen I started taking stock. 
The man walking around to the driver's door was about 
6'4", maybe 250 pounds. There did not appear to be any 
fat on him. I would guess he was about thirty-five or 
so, no more than forty. He was well dressed, and from 
what little I could recall of his conversation with 
Ted, he seemed well spoken.

He got in, started the car and drove from the parking 
lot. As he did he introduced himself. 

"My name is Nathan. We are going to spend the day 
together, as you already know. As long as you behave 
yourself you won't be harmed."

His words were comforting and his voice was soft and 
quiet. I started to calm down as he spoke.

"Ted told me a nice little story about how you met, and 
what he has done with you. I want to know how much of 
the story he told was true and I want to know a little 
more about you. So tell me how you came to be in his 
clutches."

It was embarrassing, but I figured that by the end of 
the day I would be unlikely to have any secrets from 
this man. Besides, I didn't know what Ted had told him. 
I had to tell him everything to make sure I didn't get 
him upset at me for leaving anything out.

I told him about my fantasies of being a sex slave and 
being abused by a man. I explained to him that I had 
explored them on the Internet. I described how I had 
been a bit tipsy and had been convinced to call for a 
cab so that I could perform oral sex on the driver. I 
told him everything that had taken place that night. I 
was embarrassed, but I was even more embarrassed when I 
related the details of my humiliation and degradation 
the following day at the bar and later at Ted's 
apartment.

I kept my head averted as I spoke. I was much too 
embarrassed to meet his eyes.

"Tell me about you and your husband," he ordered.

I didn't know what he wanted to know. I told him how we 
had met, how long we had been married. I tried to 
explain that despite my aberrant behavior in the last 
few days we were in love. I told him that my husband 
traveled a lot, and I missed him a great deal.

I don't know if that was what he wanted to hear, but he 
didn't ask any more questions. 

After a few minutes of driving in silence he pulled 
into the parking garage of a very up-scale high-rise 
condo and we got out. I followed him to the elevators 
and we got in and traveled alone and in silence to his 
apartment on the top floor. 


CHAPTER SIX

I waited while he unlocked the door and we went in. He 
offered me a drink, but it was too early for me. I just 
wanted to get this over with.

He sat on the couch and indicated I should sit beside 
him.

"I guess you have never been with a black man?" he 
asked. "You are scared, aren't you?"

I nodded. 

He put his arm around me and his gentle voice soothed 
me as he again reassured me that he was not going to 
hurt me. He moved his free hand up my arm to my 
shoulder and then gently down over my breast. His 
gentle touch was pleasant, especially after what I had 
been put through the last couple of days. 

When he started kissing me I almost panicked. I relaxed 
quickly though. His kiss was gentle and pleasant. His 
hands were continuing to make my breasts tingle with 
excitement. When I felt his tongue probe my mouth I 
tentatively met it with my own. I don't know what I had 
been expecting, but this was not at all unpleasant. If 
I weren't happily married and being forced to do this I 
might even have been enthusiastic!

I was beginning to breathe more heavily as he broke the 
kiss and sat up. He asked me to stand. When I had, he 
asked me to take off my dress.

I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper down. I 
averted my eyes as I shrugged the dress down off of my 
shoulders but he asked me to keep looking at him. 
Between embarrassment and arousal I must have been 
bright red.

I let the top of my dress fall and hooked my thumbs in 
the waist and pushed it down over my hips. I stepped 
out of it and tossed it on a nearby chair. 

He asked me to turn around and he enjoyed the view as I 
displayed my underwear for his approval. He ordered me 
to remove the bra, and finally the panties. 

When I was naked he patted the seat beside him and I 
rejoined him on the couch. There is something a little 
obscene about being naked with a strange man. For some 
reason though, it is even more obscene when the man is 
dressed. I guess it is even more obscene when you just 
met him and you have to do everything he orders you to 
do.

Nathan took me in his arms again. This time I relaxed 
and enjoyed it as he moved his large, surprisingly soft 
hands over my body. I was really enjoying myself. I 
hardly felt guilty at all.

After a few moments he asked me to tell him about how I 
lost my virginity. I was not expecting that. It 
suddenly took away all the pleasure. I had to use my 
brain!

I told him, with as little detail as possible, about 
how I had finally given in to my boyfriend in the tenth 
grade. We had been at his house after school and his 
parents were both at work. I didn't supply any details.

Nathan kept after me though. He wanted to know how I 
felt, how much pain there had been. Did I have an 
orgasm? What I felt and thought the first time a boy 
touched me or saw me naked. Then he asked for more 
details about my husband. He asked about our first time 
together, what sex was like for us now. As the 
conversation progressed, he continued to move his 
wonderful hands all over my body.

This caused a strange mixture of emotions. I was being 
touched by this strange black man in the most intimate 
manner. I was relating to him the most personal, the 
most intimate details of my life with my husband. It 
was both demeaning and highly erotic.

I knew that was wrong, but that is what I felt. My 
nipples were erect and my breasts swollen. My pussy was 
wet, and I was afraid that there would be a spot on the 
couch when I stood up. 

Finally I had satisfied his curiosity. The questions 
stopped and he began kissing me passionately. My breath 
was labored and I was on the verge of an orgasm just 
from this man's kisses!

Suddenly he stood up and took my hand. He pulled me to 
my feet and led me to his bedroom. Without even being 
asked I helped him undress and when he was down to his 
jockey shorts he picked me up and placed me on his bed 
as if I were weightless.

His hands and his lips were all over me again, more 
urgently now. I was no longer an unwilling participant. 
I moved my hands over his broad chest and his muscular 
stomach, his taut thighs, and his strong buttocks. 

I felt the large bulge in his shorts pressing against 
my thigh. I could feel it throbbing, and I wanted it. I 
wanted to see it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted it 
inside of me. I began moving my lips down his neck, his 
chest, tasting him, kissing him, and licking him. I do 
not believe I have ever been more aroused in my life!

I licked and sucked and nipped at his nipples, I licked 
circles around his chest, then down over his hard, 
flat, stomach. I inched down and finally saw the huge 
bulge in his shorts. I know I have never seen a larger 
cock. I doubt that I ever will. It was truly 
remarkable! It extended at an angle toward the 
waistband of his underwear. I was too embarrassed to 
ask, but I know that it was at least ten inches long. 
At least!

I kissed it through his shorts. I noticed a small wet 
spot forming where the head of his cock was. I licked 
it gently, tasting the faint taste of his pre-cum. I 
placed my mouth over the head of his cock and exhaled 
gently through his shorts, caressing him with my 
breath.

I placed my fingers under his waistband and began to 
slowly pull his underwear off. I stared at his cock as 
I slid his shorts down his legs and threw them on the 
floor. His cock was magnificent! The skin was so dark 
it was almost purple. It was so long and thick and... 
God! I don't know. Just really beautiful! Powerful! 
That was what it was, powerful, masculine.

I was near the foot of the bed now. I leaned forward 
and began kissing his calves, working my way up. I was 
moving my lips up his thighs, nearer and nearer to his 
throbbing cock. He moved his legs apart and I neared 
his crotch with my tongue. 

For the first time I noticed his balls. I suppose I 
should not have been shocked, their huge size was 
appropriate. In keeping with the magnificent member 
they accompanied. Still, I could not suppress a small 
gasp of surprise when I noticed them. On his large 
frame, and in company with his huge cock, they did not 
seem out of place. His testicles must each be nearly 
the size of a baseball!

I was moaning with lust as I began kissing his balls, 
licking them all over. I could just barely manage to 
take them into my mouth one at a time. Then I lifted 
them gently with my fingers and adored every inch of 
them with my tongue. 

I would occasionally look up as I worshipped at his 
crotch and see that he was watching me. He was 
obviously enjoying the show. It was hard to tell if he 
was more amused or aroused, but it didn't matter. I 
only knew that he was pleased and I felt good about 
that.

I moved up and started licking his hot, throbbing cock. 
I took it in my hands and gently touched it, felt its 
heat. I took pleasure from his arousal. I moved my 
tongue up to the head of his cock. It was now covered 
in pre-cum. I licked it clean and then kept licking. 

I wet my lips and pressed them tightly together. I 
placed my mouth against the head of his cock and 
pushed. Keeping my lips pressed tightly together I 
pushed them down over his cock so that it felt like his 
cock was pushing into a hot, tight, wet pussy. My 
pussy!

His cock was even fatter than Ted's, but I took as much 
of it as I could into my mouth. I remembered what Larry 
had taught me at the gangbang at Ted's apartment. I 
swallowed and made myself relax and tried to take 
Nathan's cock into my throat. At first it would not go. 
I didn't give up though. I had to do this for him. I 
just had to. I don't know why, but I was determined to 
have this gentle black giant in my throat, to give him 
more pleasure than any other woman ever could.

Finally, much to our mutual surprise, I felt something 
give, and his cock slid down my throat! I looked up and 
took pride in the look on his face, a combination of 
amazement and lust. I felt like I had just won the 
Nobel Prize for cock sucking!

I paused for a moment with my lips tight up against his 
abdomen. Then I began to slowly withdraw. I pulled back 
all the way to the end, and then slowly pushed back 
down. It went down easier this time. It was slightly 
painful, but the look of pure lust on his face made it 
worth while. 

He started to moan and his body tensed. It was obvious 
he was about to have an orgasm, so I pulled back to the 
head of his magnificent cock and began using my hands 
to push him over the edge. I wanted his cum in my 
mouth. I wanted to taste him.

Suddenly it happened. I felt huge spurts of his hot cum 
shooting into my mouth. I couldn't possibly keep up. I 
swallowed and swallowed, but still his juice kept 
pouring out around the head of his cock and dripping 
down his cock and onto his belly. 

I had expected a larger than average amount, based on 
the size of his beautiful equipment, but I was still 
not prepared for the volume of liquid shooting out of 
the hole in the end of his cock.

At last the torrent ended. He pulled my mouth away from 
the head of his cock. I looked at the large gobs of 
white cum dripping off of his still hard staff and 
lying in large puddles on his stomach and without 
hesitation I began to lap them up eagerly. 

At last I had removed every trace, and I returned to 
the head of his cock to suck out any lingering drops of 
his nectar.

His cock was softening now, and he reached down and 
pulled me up beside him. He pulled me to him gently and 
told me I was the most magnificent cocksucker he had 
ever met. I almost laughed. Less than a week ago I 
would have been extremely insulted. Not now though. Now 
I was pleased, proud even!

He held me in my arms, and much to my surprise, he 
kissed me, gently at first, then more passionately. 
Never, in my entire, although admittedly limited, 
sexual experience, had a man ever kissed me after I had 
sucked his cock! I was so surprised, and so touched.

I put my arms around him and held him tight and kissed 
him voraciously. This man was definitely something 
special. He turned me over onto my back and began 
kissing me all over, my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my 
eyes, everywhere. Soon, he was working his way down, 
covering my swollen, sensitive breasts, my stomach, and 
finally, my hot, wet pussy.

As soon as his lips touched my pussy I had a tremendous 
orgasm. I came and came as he moved his tongue over my 
swollen pussy. I am not a loud person when I have sex, 
not normally. This time though I was moaning and 
screaming and going crazy, pushing my hips up to meet 
his face, moving my hips in a totally out of control 
dance of lust. 

Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he 
stopped. He moved quickly up over me, covering me with 
his massive body. He took my hands and pulled them up 
over my head. I was totally helpless as he placed his 
large cock against my wet, hungry slit, and began to 
slowly, gently, push it into me. I lifted my head and 
looked down. I had to see it! I watched as inch after 
inch of that beautiful black cock disappeared into my 
belly. Before it was all the way in I was cumming 
again! 

He paused, once he had completely buried his massive 
cock in my straining pussy, and just looked into my 
face. I was thankful for the pause, as I slowly began 
to adjust to his cock, but I could not lay still. I was 
moaning and babbling incoherently as I twisted under 
him.

He started fucking me then. Slowly at first, until he 
saw that I could take him, and then violently, raping 
me. Making me love it! I tried to pull my hands loose, 
to hold him, to squeeze him, to rake my nails down his 
back. But I could not, and my helplessness only made it 
more intense. I began having orgasm after orgasm, 
screaming and thrashing, totally out of control. At one 
point I stretched my head up and began licking the 
sweat off of his chest. I was an animal.

Then I felt him tense up and I felt his cock, throbbing 
violently in my pussy. I knew he was filling me with 
his cum and I came again, one last violent orgasm.

He stayed over me for a few moments, kissing me 
tenderly. I felt his cock getting soft in my pussy, and 
I almost wept at the loss. I couldn't take any more. I 
needed a rest, but I didn't want it to end!

Finally he rolled off of me and lay beside me. He took 
me in his arms and I lay on my side next to him, with 
my hand on his now limp cock. Two things suddenly 
occurred to me. He had eaten my pussy, something not 
one of the other four animals I had been serving had 
offered to do, and he had not pulled my head down to 
his spent cock. The funny thing was that I wanted to do 
it for him!

So I did. I moved my head down and took his limp, wet, 
cock into my mouth. Even totally relaxed, it was still 
larger than any other cock I had ever seen! I sucked 
him until his cock was clean, and then moved back up 
and lay in his arms to regain my breath.

He asked me where I learned to deep-throat, and I told 
him about the lessons I had received from Ted's 
friends. He was surprised at how little experience I 
had. He said that no woman had ever been able to do 
that for him. I was surprised at the pride I felt.

After we had rested he got up and took me to the 
bathroom. He handed me a prepackaged douche and even 
allowed me the privacy to use it! I went to the 
bathroom first and then followed the directions on the 
bottle. When I was finished, I went back into the 
bedroom and he took me by the hand and led me back into 
the bathroom. We took a nice hot shower together, 
soaping each other, touching, kissing. I could easily 
get used to this kind of abuse!

We dried off and went back into the bedroom and 
dressed. We sat in the living room and this time when 
he offered I had a drink with him. 

We talked for a little while longer, always about me. 
He seemed to want to know all about me, how much sex I 
had had and with whom. Much to my surprise, I told him. 
I told him everything he wanted to know! I wasn't 
ashamed. I had been with more men this week, than I had 
been with in the entire preceding twenty-three years. I 
was not promiscuous, and it was not my fault if I was 
being made to submit to all these strange men. Well, it 
kind of was. But I was not doing it of my own volition.

As we talked I noticed that Nathan kept looking at his 
watch. I finally noticed the time myself and was 
surprised that almost two hours had passed. It seemed 
like I had just gotten there. 

When the clock struck noon, Nathan got to his feet and 
reached for my hand. He said we were going out for a 
little while. I was a little disappointed, I wanted to 
stay and play some more. We had six hours left. I 
wondered where he was taking me, but I wasn't scared. 
He was such a kind and considerate man. I felt safe 
with him.

We headed for the door and on the way out he grabbed a 
large, professional looking video camera. I have to 
admit, that made me nervous. But he didn't say anything 
and we went out. He locked the door and we headed for 
the elevators.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Just before we reached the elevators he stopped and 
said that he had forgotten his camera bag. He handed me 
his keys and asked me to go and get it, he would get 
the elevator. 

I turned back to his door and as I did I saw four black 
men approaching from the other direction. They looked 
like real hoodlums. I had to wonder what they were 
doing in this building but I didn't feel threatened 
with Nathan waiting nearby.

We reached the door at about the same time and as I 
fumbled with the key they stopped and started making 
rude remarks.

"Hey baby, you look like you need some help getting 
that thing in the hole," commented one. The others 
laughed crudely and I started to turn my head to look 
for Nathan.

Before I could turn my head the one closest to me 
grabbed my chin and said, "You look at me when I am 
talking to you, cunt!"

To my horror, out of the corner of my eye I could see 
Nathan with the camera on his shoulder filming these 
thugs as they gathered around me threateningly. 

I cannot explain how this made me feel. In such a short 
time I had grown to trust Nathan and enjoy him. He had 
almost erased the self-loathing I had managed to build 
up over the last few days. He had made sex wonderful! 

It was obvious, however, that this was all a set-up. He 
had waited until noon, watching his clock for the 
proper moment. He had taken his camera, and now he was 
going to film me getting raped by four black punks.

I didn't understand the conflicting emotions that ran 
through me then. I felt very used. I felt victimized 
all over again. I decided that if he wanted a rape 
film, I was going to give him one! I didn't try to look 
at Nathan again. I pulled away from the punk holding my 
face and told them that they didn't belong here and 
they had better leave or I would scream.

One of them had worked around behind me and as soon as 
I said that he grabbed my waist and put his hand over 
my mouth. I was kicking and moaning and trying to get 
loose as one of them grabbed the key from my hand and 
opened the door to Nathan's condo.

They rushed in and gathered around me in a circle. They 
started pushing me back and forth between them, 
grabbing my breasts, my ass, lifting my skirt, 
whistling, making crude comments. I pretended to fight 
them off, but it didn't really matter now. I felt so 
betrayed. I know that makes no sense, but that is what 
I felt.

They began ripping at my clothing, tearing my dress, 
shredding it, pulling it off of me a piece at a time. I 
was crying softly, not fighting anymore. They stopped 
shoving me and just stood around me now, their hands, 
boldly exploring every part of me. 

My dress was in tatters at my feet and now I felt hands 
tearing at my bra. The crude comments continued as my 
breasts were revealed, and then my panties were ripped 
from me violently, painfully. I would have fallen had 
one of them not caught me.

Now the hands again, squeezing my flesh, probing my 
orifices. The constant barrage of crude comments, 
belittling me, degrading me, bombarded me from all 
sides. I felt so totally degraded, even worse than the 
other night with Ted and his beer buddies. 

But then the strangest thing happened. Despite 
everything, I was becoming aroused. I was back in my 
fantasy again, being used and abused and degraded. I 
was getting turned on. I was thankful that they were so 
rough they could not notice. That would be too 
humiliating.

I finally got a break as the men stepped back and 
started undressing. It was obvious that at least one 
consideration in selecting these men had been the size 
of their cocks. They were all extremely large. Not as 
large as Nathan, but well above average.

Once they had undressed they moved closer to me again. 
I felt them pressing against me, their cocks rubbing 
me, their hands probing.

Then I was forced to my knees. Everywhere I looked 
there was a large, angry black cock, and they were all 
pointing right at me. The circle widened slightly and I 
saw Nathan moving in for some close-ups as my face was 
pulled to one cock after another. Time seemed to stand 
still as first one cock then another was forced into my 
mouth. It went on and on. It was probably fifteen or 
twenty minutes before one of them began to cum in my 
mouth. He pulled out until just the very tip of his 
cock was in my mouth and made me open my mouth. He 
moved his hand up and down his throbbing cock and I saw 
Nathan move in for a close up as his cum shot into my 
mouth. 

As soon as he was finished I swallowed his load of cum 
and before I knew it, it was happening all over again. 
All four of them came the same way, with the camera 
catching all of that cum shooting into my mouth.

I looked around and was shocked to see that not one of 
those large cocks had gone soft. They were still hard 
and ready for more. It began then for real and it went 
on for over two hours. I was raped in every hole, in 
every combination and every position I had ever heard 
of, and many I had not heard of.

Several times I had three cocks in me at one time, and 
usually the fourth was rubbing against me somewhere as 
well. I was having orgasm after orgasm, but I was being 
so mistreated, so roughly handled, that I am sure they 
did not even notice. I was thankful for that.

Finally it was over. I was nearly unconscious. I didn't 
even notice them dressing or leaving. Just all of a 
sudden Nathan was picking me up and carrying me to the 
bathroom.

He handed me another douche and left the room.

I sat on the toilet and just cried softly for a long 
time. I was being torn by my desires, my fantasies, and 
the certain knowledge that what I was doing was so 
wrong, a complete betrayal of my dear, sweet husband.

I went to the bathroom and used the douche and stepped 
back into the shower.

I didn't hear Nathan come back in. I was preoccupied 
wondering what I was going to wear home. My clothing 
was in shreds. But suddenly he was there, holding me, 
gently moving his hands over me.

His gentle, soothing voice telling me that it over, 
everything was alright now. I forgot for a moment that 
he had betrayed me and listened to his calm voice and 
for some reason it was alright. I relaxed in his arms 
and let his soothing voice wash over me. I enjoyed the 
healing touch of his wonderful hands.

I was sore all over, it was difficult to move. My 
pussy, my ass, my jaw, everything hurt. My breasts and 
my buttocks were bruised. But I was alright now, 
because Nathan said so.

He turned off the water and dried me and then carried 
me back to the bed.

He laid me out on my back and stretched out beside me. 
He kissed me gently and moved his hands lightly over my 
body, soothing my soreness away with his caress.

He must have known I was too sore to do anything. He 
didn't even try. He just let me rest and we talked some 
more while he caressed me. The conversation was still 
about me of course. 

I had to ask about the film though. He told me about 
his business, making specialty movies, for a special 
audience, mostly rape movies, or B&D and S&M. The real 
thing, not the kind you buy in video stores. He has a 
small, select list of clients who paid him a premium 
price for good quality movies, such as an attractive 
young white housewife being raped by four black hoods. 
For real!

So now I was a movie star! I took comfort in the 
knowledge that at least nobody I knew would be on his 
client list. I was sure that no one I knew would ever 
see the film.

We lay together, naked in bed and talked quietly. Most 
of the conversation was about me. His curiosity about 
the most intimate details of my life seemed a little on 
the weird side, but I enjoyed talking to him, and I 
wanted him to know that I was really a nice normal 
person, not a slut or a whore. I wanted him to like me!

He got up a couple of times over the next couple of 
hours and brought snacks and drinks back to the bed. I 
was surprised at what a wonderful time I was having. I 
wanted him again, and I kept apologizing for being too 
sore to make love to him. We both saw the irony in 
that, but I couldn't help it. I felt that way!

When it was almost time to leave, I suddenly remembered 
I had nothing to wear. I asked Nathan what I was going 
to do, and he just laughed. He went to the closet and 
came back with a beautiful, tasteful, and very 
expensive, dress. It was just my size!

He must have gotten my size from Ted, because he had 
known in advance that my clothing would be destroyed.

I put the dress on and brushed my hair. I touched up my 
make-up and found my shoes. I finally found my purse 
and at last I was ready to go. Before he took me out to 
the car he handed me a piece of paper. 

"I won't bother you," he said, "but I would love to see 
you again. I think you enjoyed yourself as much as I 
did. I know you are having a tough time with Ted, and 
there is nothing I can do about that. But, if you want 
to see me again, just call, anytime. 

I was watching you pretty closely, and I don't guess 
those four thugs noticed or cared, but I saw how many 
orgasms you had. I want to have you again. I think you 
will call. If you ever get in the mood, I would love to 
film another movie. You will never get an Oscar, but I 
have no doubt that that was the sexiest movie ever 
made. My clients will be begging for a sequel.

I didn't say anything, but as I slid his number into my 
purse, I knew I was going to be back here. I did want 
to see him again. And as much as I hated to admit it, I 
knew I would make another movie for him. At least I 
told myself it was for him.

We left then. He took me back to the mall parking lot, 
and Ted was smart enough to see that I was totally used 
up for that day. He took me straight home. He made me 
tell him everything that had happened on the way, but 
at least he kept his hands to himself and his zipper 
closed.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next day I picked my husband up at the airport. We 
had something to eat on the way home and then we went 
straight to bed. 

I was worried that he would notice something, but my 
bruises were almost gone, and he was so horny from 
being away so long, that he wasn't noticing much of 
anything. I was careful to make sure that the room was 
dimly lit. So I eventually relaxed and enjoyed myself 
as much as I could. My poor abused body was still sore. 

Despite my slight discomfort, it felt good to be with 
him again. It made me feel clean again. Normal. I felt 
bad about what I had been doing while he was away, and 
what I knew I would be doing when he left again. I had 
to keep suppressing that thought if I was ever going to 
be able to live with myself or with my husband. At 
least until I found a way out of the mess I had gotten 
myself into.

I tried not to think about what had happened to me 
while my husband was away. I wanted the next three 
weeks to be as normal and as wonderful as possible. I 
wasn't very successful. I could not keep my mind from 
reliving my recent experiences. I kept remembering what 
I had done, and what had been done to me. 

That wasn't the worst part. What made me feel so bad 
was that whenever I caught myself thinking about it, I 
noticed that I was getting aroused. I didn't want to 
be. I knew I should be disgusted, traumatized.

I could honestly say that I dreaded the next trip my 
husband would take, and what I would be put through 
after he left. I did not look forward to my next 
session with Ted, but the idea of it turned me on. Even 
after all that I had been through last week I still had 
those same fantasies that had gotten me into this mess 
to start with!

The weeks flew by and before I knew it I was helping my 
husband pack for his next trip. I drove him to the 
airport in the morning and then went straight home. I 
sat by the phone for a long time. I knew I had to call 
Ted. My orders were to call him as soon as my husband 
was gone and I was alone. He said he would know if I 
did not. I don't know why, but I believed him.

I finally got up the nerve and called him. He didn't 
waste any time with small talk. As soon as he answered 
and heard my voice he said, "It's about time cunt. I've 
been saving it up for you. Get your ass over here, 
now."

I wasn't all that sure I could find his apartment, but 
I felt nervous about my neighbors seeing him here, so I 
thought that going to his place was the better option. 

As it turned out, I had no trouble finding the way. I 
drove right to it. I parked and went to his door and 
knocked. He answered the door, wearing only a robe, and 
pulled me in roughly. He slammed the door and sat on 
the couch. 

He ordered me to strip. I was still wearing the shorts 
and blouse I wore to take my husband to the airport. I 
unbuttoned my blouse and as I slid it down my arms and 
tossed it on the chair I watched Ted open his robe and 
begin to slowly massage his quickly growing cock. I 
unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. I reached 
between my breasts and unbuttoned my bra. I tossed it 
on the chair and then I slid my panties off. 

He motioned me over to sit beside him on the couch. As 
soon as I did he was all over me. He wrapped his arm 
around me and pulled me to him and kissed me 
passionately. His large rough hands were all over me. 
Squeezing and pinching and groping my breasts and my 
thighs and my pussy.

After a few minutes he began forcing my head down. I 
knew what he wanted of course. I had been dreading it 
for weeks. I put my hand around his hard, throbbing 
cock and leaned forward to lick it all over.

I took him into my mouth and started sucking. He had 
apparently not been kidding. He had been saving it up 
for me! In no time at all he was shooting a huge load 
of hot cum into my mouth. I was getting much better at 
this. I swallowed it all without much difficulty this 
time. I held his cock in my mouth until it was soft and 
I had gotten every last drop of his cum. When he was 
finally satisfied he pushed me away and stood up. 

He went into his bedroom and returned about ten minutes 
later, fully dressed. I was still naked. He had not 
told me to dress. He tossed me something and told me to 
put it on. It was a mini-dress. I could see that it was 
new. It still had the tags on it from the store. He 
must have gotten it just for me. I saw why when I put 
it on. It was one size too small, and even if it had 
been the right size it would have been too small! It 
was semi-transparent and my breasts were plainly 
visible. My nipples stuck out like little thumbs. 

I begged Ted to at least let me wear my panties. There 
was no way I could go out like this and not get 
arrested! I looked at myself in the mirror and without 
even moving my crotch was just visible below the 
hemline! He reluctantly relented and let me put the 
panties on. It wasn't much, but I felt a little better. 

I followed him outside and he made me walk ahead of him 
and we started walking to the bar we had gone to the 
first night he took me out.

It was only a few blocks to the bar. It seemed to take 
forever though. I tried not to notice the looks of the 
people I passed on the street, the surprised but 
lustful looks of the men, the shocked, disapproving 
looks of the women. All of the looks said the same 
thing, "SLUT!" 

The only things to be grateful for were the lack of 
wind and the fact that there were very few people on 
the street. 

We finally arrived at the bar and I was relieved to see 
that at this early hour the only one there was the 
bartender.

He looked up as we came in and it was obvious that he 
recognized me. He smiled and then smiled even wider 
when he realized I was almost naked. 

Ted pushed me over to the bar and we took a seat. 

"Do you remember the last time I brought my bitch in 
here?" Ted asked. 

"Are you kidding? Prettiest tits and pussy I ever saw! 
If I close my eyes I can still see her sitting there 
with here tits hanging out." The bartender responded.

"Well, she has had a little more training now. I 
thought I would bring her in for that 'tip' I promised 
you."

"No shit!!!" the bartender exclaimed, a look of 
disbelief in his eyes.

I was not surprised. I knew that Ted was always looking 
for new ways to humiliate me. I didn't even attempt to 
resist as Ted reached over and unzipped the back of my 
tiny dress. He pulled the top down and I sat there in 
that public bar topless, praying no one would come in 
to add to my humiliation. 

"She is all yours, buddy. Help yourself." Ted 
generously offered.

"Anything I want?" the bartender asked, still not sure 
this wasn't a big joke.

"Anything you want." Ted replied.

The bartender reached over the bar and put one of his 
large, meaty hands on my breast. He was gentle at 
first, but then he started squeezing and pulling on my 
nipples, taking great pleasure from seeing them getting 
larger and stiffer as he abused them.

He ordered me to stand up and walk around the bar to 
where he was standing.

As soon as I was within reach he grabbed me and pulled 
me against him and started kissing me brutally. His 
large tongue probed my mouth. His hands moved down my 
back and over my ass. When I didn't resist he pulled up 
the back of my dress and moved his hands all over my 
panties. He finally pulled his mouth away from mine and 
started licking his way down to my naked breasts. One 
of his hands moved around to my crotch and started 
roughly rubbing over my pussy. 

I looked over at Ted and saw how amused he was at my 
predicament. He truly enjoyed seeing me abused by 
strange men. I think that if he had to choose between 
doing it himself and watching me suffer while someone 
else abused me he would have a hard time choosing.
 
The bartender pulled my dress the rest of the way down 
and when I stepped out of it he threw it on the bar. He 
stood up and ordered me to take my panties off. 

After a quick glance at the door I hooked my thumbs in 
the waistband of my panties and slid them down and off. 
As I did this, the bartender was unzipping his pants 
and pulling out his large cock.

The bartender looked at me, standing there in the nude, 
for a few moments. Then he pushed me to my knees and 
pushed his cock into my face, rubbing it all around, 
leaving a trail of slime all over my face.

When that no longer amused him he ordered me to open my 
mouth and he roughly shoved his cock, which was now 
quite hard, into my mouth. He was roughly fucking my 
face, choking me, gagging me. 

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as he assaulted my 
mouth. Suddenly he stopped and I realized someone had 
come into the bar. I thought that he would stop and I 
could hide down behind the bar, out of sight. 

Unfortunately the newcomer was a friend of the 
bartender and he spoke to his friend as he came up to 
the bar, never taking his cock from my mouth.

"I'll be damned!" the newcomer exclaimed. "Hey, I bet I 
know who she is. I heard about the bitch you had in 
here a couple of weeks ago. You had her in a booth in 
the back with all her shit hanging out. I heard she 
went out of here with four guys. Is that her?"

"That's her." Ted answered for the bartender. "She 
belongs to me. I can do anything I want with her."

"No way!" the customer said in obvious disbelief.

"Check it out. I just gave her to the bartender for a 
tip. She is kneeling back there naked and sucking on 
his cock I can guarantee you that is wasn't her idea, 
so what do you think?"

Ted told them a little bit of how I came to be there. 
Once they learned that I was a more or less innocent 
housewife being blackmailed into this, I had hoped that 
I would get a little sympathy. Was I ever wrong! They 
thought that was the hottest thing they had ever heard.

The bartender told Ted he was going to take me into the 
back room and fuck the shit out of me. Ted said he 
would watch the bar. 

The bartender pulled his cock out of my mouth and 
pulled me to my feet. He pushed me towards a door in 
the corner and we entered a storeroom. There was no bed 
or anywhere to lie down. He just pushed me over a stack 
of beer cases and I heard him take his pants down. 

He stepped up behind me and he rubbed his hands all 
over my ass. He squeezed my cheeks and spread them, 
looking at me as I waited, bent over and spread out 
before him. He stepped up closer and pushed his cock 
between my thighs, rubbing it back and forth against my 
pussy. Then, in one long slow stroke, he shoved it all 
the way in.

I was soaking wet, and he entered with no trouble at 
all. 

"I'll be damned! You little bitch, your cunt is 
drooling! You like this shit don't you?"

I just groaned. It was too humiliating to have to 
answer. How could I possibly explain? How could I make 
him understand that I didn't want to do this? I had no 
choice. I couldn't help it if being treated like this 
aroused me. It didn't matter. I didn't care what he 
thought anyway. I nodded and he laughed at me, adding 
to my humiliation.

He leaned forward and reached around me and grabbed my 
tits, squeezing roughly as his cock ravaged my pussy. I 
tried not to, but I felt myself nearing orgasm as he 
overpowered me. I began to moan quietly and he could 
tell I was getting close. My pussy was squeezing his 
cock tightly. I was almost panting I was breathing so 
hard. Finally I let it happen and I started to cum. He 
felt me tense up and start to thrash around on top of 
the cases of beer he had spread me out on and I guess 
that pushed him over the edge. He started blasting his 
cum into my pussy. 

When he was done he collapsed on top of me for a 
moment. He was so big, so heavy I could hardly breathe. 
After a few moments he stood up and pulled me to my 
feet. He turned me to face him and pushed me to my 
knees. I didn't even have to be told by now. I knew 
what my job was. I took his soft, sticky cock in my 
hand and placed my mouth over it. I quickly sucked it 
clean and then licked his balls to clean them as well.

When he was satisfied he ordered me to pull his pants 
up. I reached down to the tangle of clothing around his 
ankles and pulled his shorts up into place. Then I 
pulled his pants up and buttoned them, zipped them, and 
buckled his belt. 

He reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my 
feet. He pulled me to the door and didn't even look to 
see who was in the bar as he shoved me through it and 
back out into the bar.

Fortunately, I guess, there were only the same two men 
in the bar that had been in there when I was taken into 
the back. I stood behind the bar with cum dripping down 
my legs, waiting to be told that I could dress. I felt 
the eyes of all three men on my body as I stood there 
nervously watching the door. I seemed to be the only 
one worried that someone might come in and be upset to 
find a naked woman in the bar.

I was shocked when it occurred to me that I was less 
concerned with the idea that someone would see me naked 
than the idea that someone would be upset by it! My 
God! How low was I sinking?

I finally began to hear what was being said around me. 
Apparently, while I had been in the back with the 
bartender, Ted had been making plans with the 
bartender's friend. It seems that in the brief time we 
had been in the storeroom, Ted and the newcomer, whose 
name I learned was Mark, had become friends. They had 
apparently made plans for my afternoon.

I asked Ted if I could go to the bathroom and get 
cleaned up, and to my surprise, he said yes. I reached 
for my panties and my dress but he stopped me. He 
apparently wanted me clean but naked. 

I sighed with resignation and hurried to the restroom. 
It felt so strange to be walking around naked in a 
public place to the amusement of the men in the room. 
But it was a relief to be able to clean the mess from 
my pussy and my thighs. I took my time. I was not 
anxious to return to stand naked in a bar for the 
amusement of strange men. I could only draw it out so 
long though. I could not put it off forever. I was 
pretty sure that if Ted had to come in looking for me I 
would regret it.

I opened the door of the restroom and looked out, 
thankful to see that no one had entered the bar since I 
came in to clean up. I walked out and stood beside Ted, 
waiting to see what would happen to me next.

I was relieved when Ted handed me my dress and told me 
to put it on. As the men watched I slid the dress over 
my head and zipped up the back. It was funny, thinking 
back to how uncomfortable I had been when I had first 
put it on. I realized how much better I felt putting it 
on now. It felt great to be clothed again, even in this 
tiny thing.

My panties still sat on the bar, but before I could 
reach for them Ted handed them to the bartender and 
said, "Why don't you hang these up over the bar? Right 
there by your first dollar." 

Everyone thought that was a pretty amusing idea. 
Everyone but me, that is. The bartender got some 
thumbtacks from a drawer and spread my panties out on 
the wall and tacked them up. While he was mounting his 
trophy panties, Ted pulled me around so that I was 
standing between him and Mark, facing Mark. 

I felt Ted's hands, moving over my ass in an absent-
minded sort of way. As if he were just doing it to keep 
his hands occupied.

Mark looked me over for a minute. "You are a pretty 
little thing." He said. "Ted says you like lots of 
fucking and sucking, is that right?" 

As he spoke his hand came up and gently caressed my 
breast. "Are you a horny little housewife?"

I avoided looking at him, but I nodded. This time, 
however, I wasn't just saying what they wanted to hear. 
I was beginning to realize that I was turning into what 
they wanted me to be. I had just been forced to have 
sex with the bartender. I hated to admit it, even to 
myself, but I had had a great orgasm! 

Now I was standing between two men who had their hands 
all over me and I was getting excited again. I didn't 
want them to know that, but Mark knew. His hand moved 
down between my legs and I felt his finger move up and 
down across my slit, and then gently into me. He knew I 
was enjoying this. He understood. I could tell by the 
look in his eyes.

Mark put his wet finger in my mouth and as I sucked it 
clean he said, "We have something new planned for you 
darling, another new experience for you. I guess you 
are having a lot of those lately, according to Ted."

I didn't dare ask what they had planned. I knew that 
whatever it was it would be unpleasant.

Ted and Mark got up from their bar stools and we walked 
out with me between them. Ted had left his car at his 
apartment so we got into Mark's car and drove away with 
me between them in the front seat.


CHAPTER 9

As he drove Mark continued to play with my breasts. I 
had noticed something kind of amusing about the way 
these men treated me in these situations. I really 
wasn't a person to them. I was merely a host for 
various female body parts. My job was to keep my 
breasts and my vagina warm and handy for them. 

As Mark played with my breasts he totally ignored me. 
He talked with Ted. They carried on a perfectly normal 
conversation as if I was not even there. During the 
entire trip, which was, thankfully, quite short, Mark 
had his hand inside the top of my dress. His hands 
pulled and squeezed and pinched my breasts. I had the 
impression though that he was not doing it to turn me 
on. He wasn't even doing it to turn him on I don't 
think. He was just doing it because he liked doing it.

Mark pulled into a parking lot in back of a seedy 
looking building. I had been looking down, as usual, so 
I didn't even notice what was in the building. Was I in 
for a shock!

I noticed that the parking lot was pretty full. I hoped 
we weren't going to the same place all these people 
were. I much preferred my humiliation to be private.

They didn't say anything but they seemed anxious to 
begin as they hurried me through a plain, unmarked door 
in the back of the building. The only thing that 
indicated it was an entrance to anything was a sign 
saying something about not entering if "you are 
offended by nudity or sex." I didn't like the sound of 
that.

We moved down a short hallway and stepped into a large 
room full of row after row of magazines with pictures 
of naked women in some of the most outrageous poses and 
predicaments I had ever seen. I was relieved to see 
that there were only a couple of other people in the 
room. I guess the people parked out back were in some 
other business nearby. 

For a few minutes we walked around looking at the 
magazines. Ted and Mark took great pleasure in pointing 
out some of the most outrageous ones and suggesting 
that they would love to see me in this or that 
situation. Being tied up, whipped, having sex with 
large groups of men, sex with other women, all kinds of 
things. I didn't say anything, but I found a few of the 
pictures quite stimulating.

As we perused the stacks of porn I felt the eyes of the 
old man behind the counter and the other customers 
following us around the room. They were probably 
wondering what a woman was doing in this place. But 
then, I was too.

After we had made a complete tour of the magazines and 
movies, we spent a few minutes looking at the sexual 
devices available. I was shocked! I had never imagined 
some of this stuff existed! Some of it looked like fun, 
but some of it looked dangerous! Most of it was just 
plain stupid. Inflatable women that made you want to 
laugh just looking at them, that sort of thing. Some of 
the things that were designed for a woman to stick in 
her body were beyond belief. 

Ted and Mark soon tired of joking about all the things 
they could do to me with this stuff and I found myself 
being pulled over to the counter. 

Ted handed the old man behind the counter a $10 bill 
and without ever taking his eyes from me the old man 
counted out a handful of coins and handed them to Ted.

We headed towards a door in the back of the room and as 
we approached it a buzzer sounded. Ted pulled the door 
open and we entered a long, dark hallway. At first I 
couldn't see a thing. When my eyes started to adjust to 
the dark I realized where the people who owned all the 
cars in the parking lot were. There were men everywhere 
back here! They were standing against the walls, alone 
and in pairs talking quietly. Men were going in and out 
of the doors spaced every few feet along both sides of 
the hallway. I had no idea what this was all about but 
I was beginning to feel more than a little scared.

Ted pulled me along behind him as he walked slowly down 
the dark, narrow hallway. It was obvious from the looks 
I was getting that it was not very common for a woman 
to enter this hallway. I glanced into a couple of the 
open doors as we passed. The rooms were very small, 
perhaps ten feet by ten feet. Only the light from small 
television screens illuminated them. The first screen I 
saw was blank, but as they continued to pull me down 
the narrow hallway I noticed that when there was 
something on the screen it was a pornographic movie!

I suddenly became aware of the sounds. A cacophony of 
loud music, but not loud enough to drown out the 
exaggerated sounds of people having sex, mostly women 
moaning and groaning loudly. I had no idea what this 
place was. I had never even heard of anything like 
this!

As we neared the end of the hallway, Ted glanced into 
one of the booths and then pulled me in after him. Mark 
followed and shut the door. Ted started putting tokens 
into a slot and the screen on the little television 
came alive with a close-up picture of a large cock 
sliding in and out of a large, wet vagina. 

I had never seen anything like it! I stared for a 
moment, forgetting my surroundings briefly as I saw for 
the first time what it looked like close up as a couple 
had sex. As I watched, Mark came up behind me and began 
to remove my dress. He pulled it over my head and hung 
it from a nail in the wall. When I was naked he stood 
behind me and rubbed his bulging crotch against my ass 
as he moved his hands over me.

I still didn't know why we were here though. We could 
have gone to Ted's house to have sex. Or even stayed at 
the bar! Did they come here just so they could watch a 
dirty movie while they fucked me?

Ted watched Mark mauling my breasts for a few moments. 
As he watched, I noticed that he kept glancing at the 
wall beside us. I followed his eyes and was shocked to 
see a large round hole cut in the wall. Through the 
hole I could see an eye shining in the dim light. 
Someone was watching us!

Ted smirked as he saw the reaction on my face. I still 
didn't know what was going on here, but if it amused 
Ted, I knew I wouldn't like it. 

Mark edged me a little closer to the hole and when my 
pussy was less than a foot from the hole a hand slowly 
reached in. When there was no objection, the hand 
clamped down on my pussy and immediately began to 
explore me roughly. The hand squeezed and pinched and 
then I felt first one and then two fingers enter me. As 
strange as it sounds, for some reason that I could 
probably could never understand the idea of being 
molested by a disembodied hand was strangely appealing! 

Mark continued to roughly amuse himself with my breasts 
as the hand manipulated my genitals. I was becoming 
very aroused! 

Ted said something to Mark. I was too engrossed in what 
was happening to me to understand what he said. But 
suddenly Mark stepped back and turned me around. 

The fingers slipped out of my pussy, but immediately 
began to caress my ass. After exploring my ass for a 
couple of minutes I felt the fingers slide between my 
legs and back into my pussy, then back out, and back to 
my ass. That mysterious, anonymous hand then pushed the 
finger he had just moistened in my pussy into my ass. 

After a few moments Mark turned me around again and 
pushed me to my knees. The hand immediately attached 
itself to my breasts, first one, and then the other. 
Squeezing, pulling, and pinching. It was so strange, 
yet so exciting to have some man I could not see doing 
this!

After a few minutes Mark pulled me back a bit and told 
me to stick the tip of my finger into the hole. I did 
not understand, but I was long past the point of 
arguing or questioning. I just do as I am told.

I tentatively edged the tip of my index finger into the 
hole and waited to see what would happen. Suddenly, in 
the dim light, I could see the head of a cock begin to 
poke through the hole! I almost laughed! Until I 
realized what came next. 

"Touch it." Mark whispered. I moved my index finger up 
to the soft head of the anonymous cock and moved it 
gently around, spreading the large amount of lubricant 
seeping out. After a moment, more of the cock came 
through the hole until I could see the man's pubic hair 
pressed against the other side. His entire cock was 
sticking through the hole!

I moved my hands over it and then Mark pushed against 
the back of my head and without saying a word I leaned 
forward and took this large, anonymous cock into my 
mouth. As I sucked, Mark moved around behind me and 
adjusted my position so that he could take me from 
behind. 

I could never explain it, but there was something 
terribly erotic about this, sucking on a cock that some 
man stuck through a hole in a wall while another man I 
had just met fucked me from behind. This really turned 
me on!

With all the time Mark had spent playing with my body 
over the last hour, I guess he was pretty aroused 
because he came almost instantly. I felt him stiffen 
and then hold his softening cock in me until it just 
slipped out. 

I continued sucking on the cock in my mouth, but I 
really missed the cock in my pussy. I kind of hoped 
that Ted would get turned on enough to get hard again 
and take another turn.

After a minute my wish came true as I felt a cock push 
into me from behind again. Or at least I thought my 
wish had come true. I suddenly glanced to my side and 
noticed that I could see both Ted and Mark watching me! 
They had let someone in through the door! Another 
stranger was pushing his cock into me from the rear! 

I didn't resist. It would not have mattered. I just 
kept sucking. Finally the man I was sucking came in my 
mouth and I kept sucking and swallowing until he pulled 
his cock back through the hole in the wall. 

I didn't move though, I just waited for the man fucking 
me to finish. Now that my head was free I looked back 
to see who was fucking me. There was nothing special 
about him, just an average, middle aged man lucky 
enough to get a piece of young pussy. 

As I turned back to face the wall I noticed that the 
door to our room was open and there were at least a 
half a dozen men watching me. Before the enormity of 
this could sink in, I was distracted by the touch of 
another hand on my breast, another hand sticking 
through the hole groping me. I looked down to see a 
large black hand moving over my breast. I could feel 
the calluses on his rough hands scraping over my soft 
breasts. 

The groping didn't last long. This latest hand was 
quickly withdrawn and immediately replaced by a half-
hard uncircumcised cock. As strange as it seems, with 
all the cocks I had been exposed to since I came under 
Ted's control I had never seen an uncircumcised cock. 

I looked at it for a moment in curiosity. Then I 
reached up and moved my fingers over it, moving the 
foreskin back and forth, watching his cock jump and 
grow as I explored it. 

After my last outing with Ted, I was no stranger to 
black cock, but for some reason I thought it was 
exciting that I was going to suck a black cock with as 
many as a dozen white men watching. 

As soon as that realization struck me, another followed 
immediately on its heels. I was shocked at how much I 
had changed! A month ago I could not even imagine doing 
what I was doing here. Now, I was getting excited! I 
was no longer being forced, or coerced. I wouldn't want 
them to know it, but I wanted this. I was enjoying 
this!

I leaned forward and licked the head of the big black 
cock sticking through the wall. I noticed that when it 
was hard you could not tell the difference between 
circumcised and uncircumcised. The foreskin had 
disappeared! How about that! A cock that does tricks!

I placed my lips over that disembodied, anonymous cock 
and started sucking. As I moved my lips down over his 
cock I felt the man behind me grab my hips and suddenly 
start moving in and out like a jackhammer. As soon as 
he came he was immediately replaced by another man, 
another strange cock. 

I completely lost track of how many men I sucked and 
fucked that afternoon. It was dark when we left and I 
was incredibly sore. I did notice that I was becoming 
more able to take this kind of abuse. I must have had 
cum from at least two dozen men in my pussy and my 
stomach. My jaws were sore and my pussy was sore, but 
no more so than that first night with Ted and his three 
friends. I am not sure how I felt about that. What did 
it say about me if I could be used and abused this way 
and not be traumatized?

Anyway, they finally decided I had had enough and cut 
the line off. They led me to the bathroom at the end of 
the hallway, in the nude of course. I was given time to 
wipe off as much cum as I could in that nasty men's 
room with the door open and several men watching. When 
I was as clean as I could get I went back out into the 
hallway and they gave me my dress. I slipped it back on 
in front of all of those men.

As we walked back up the hallway to the door, hands 
were all over me, grabbing my breasts, reaching under 
my skirt, which didn't cover anything anyway, and 
pinching my ass and rubbing my pussy. I just ignored 
them. 

Finally we were outside in the cool night air. I 
suddenly felt able to relax for the first time in 
hours. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the absence of 
sound from the dozens of dirty movies playing 
simultaneously. As we walked to the car I glanced back 
in wonder. What the hell kind of place is this!? I 
wanted to ask out loud, but Ted and Mark were busy 
reliving their eventful afternoon. Or should I say my 
eventful afternoon.

We got in the car and returned to Ted's apartment. I 
was afraid they would want more sex, I was so sore 
already I didn't think I could do it. They seemed to 
realize that and just had me strip and serve them 
dinner and drinks while they talked. From what little I 
could catch of their conversation, I could tell they 
were thinking up another little adventure for their 
amusement and my further debasement.

After dinner, they continued to talk while Ted had me 
clean up, first the dishes and the kitchen, but then 
the entire apartment! I know he did it more out of a 
desire to watch me in the nude than to have a clean 
apartment. It was apparent that he was no neat freak. 
But that didn't matter. I just do what I am told. I 
moved all around cleaning and dusting, feeling their 
eyes on my body as I worked. 

Every time I would get close enough to hear what they 
were saying they would stop talking. That was making me 
nervous, that and the bulges I couldn't help noticing 
in their pants.

I kept glancing nervously at the clock as it got later. 
My husband would be calling soon and I had to be home 
when he called. I was just about to remind Ted, but he 
hadn't forgotten. He ordered me to put my clothes on. I 
put on the clothes I had worn when I left home that 
morning as they watched in amusement.

I grabbed my purse and was about to say goodbye to Ted 
when they got up and said that they would follow me 
home. I was so disappointed I almost cried. I thought 
it was over for today. They knew my jaw ached and my 
pussy was still sore. What did they want from me now?

I didn't say anything though. I just turned and walked 
out to my car. As I drove home my mind kept going back 
to the strange place where I had spent the afternoon 
and all of the anonymous cocks that had entered my body 
and deposited load after load of hot white cum.

Before I knew it I was in my driveway and walking 
towards my door. As I slipped the key into the lock I 
heard Ted's car pull into the driveway. I waited by the 
door and let them in. As soon as I had closed the front 
door, as instructed, I undressed and got them each a 
drink. 

I was getting nervous. It was almost time for my 
husband to call. What did these men plan? Were they 
going to do something to get me in trouble with my 
husband, or with the neighbors? 

For the next fifteen minutes or so I continued to do 
whatever they asked me to do to amuse them. Then the 
phone rang. Although I was expecting it, I was still 
startled by the loud ring. 

I ran for the phone and picked it up on the second 
ring. It was my husband and, although I was self-
conscious about talking in front of Ted and Mark, I was 
excited to talk to my husband and I eagerly told him 
how much I loved and missed him. 

I tried to act like I was alone. I had my back to the 
men as I stood by the phone and talked with my husband. 
I was startled again as I felt a pair of hands on my 
shoulders.

I started to panic, what were they going to do? Would 
they grab the phone and say something to my husband? I 
looked behind me and saw Mark holding me by my 
shoulders. I gave him a dirty look and shook my head 
"no" violently, trying to get him to leave me alone.

He just grinned evilly and guided me forwards a few 
inches until I was kneeling on the couch. He pushed me 
so that I was leaning forward. I put my hand out to 
support myself on the back of the couch. 

I tried to carry on a normal conversation with my 
husband as he reached between my legs and began rubbing 
my very sore pussy. I tried to move his hand away, but 
he ignored my futile efforts and there was nothing I 
could do without alarming my husband. So I finally gave 
up and let him touch me.

It was very strange talking to my husband while Mark 
moved his fingers in and out of my pussy. What bothered 
me almost as much was that even though I hated what he 
was doing, and even though I was so sore it hurt to 
walk, I was getting wet. I was getting turned on. Shit! 

When his fingers were wet enough he withdrew his hand, 
but instantly started pushing his wet fingers into my 
ass. I was trying desperately to ignore him. I was 
struggling to sound normal to my husband, but it was 
getting very difficult. It suddenly got worse. Mark 
took his hand away and before I could even breathe a 
sigh of relief I felt his cock pushing into my ass. 

I tried not to grunt or groan, but the pain was 
terrible. I was no longer a virgin there, but I was 
still very tight. Every time he drove his cock into me 
I felt the pressure on my sore pussy as well.

I continued my conversation, talking about weather and 
just a lot of silly stuff, while Mark raped my ass. 
What made it even worse was when I turned back and saw 
that Ted was filming everything.

It was getting impossible to talk normally as Mark's 
cock stroked in and out of my ass. My breathing was 
becoming louder and I would occasionally grunt softly 
when Mark stroked into me more violently than usual. 
Finally my husband asked what was wrong. 

I told him that I had started exercising, and that I 
was doing leg lifts while we talked. 

He thought that was a great idea!

I felt Mark speed up and then tense up as he shot his 
cum deep into my ass. He pulled out and as soon as I 
finished a sentence he pushed his cock into my mouth 
for cleaning. I quickly sucked him clean so that I 
could continue my conversation, but I must admit it was 
becoming very difficult to follow the thread of the 
conversation.

As soon as he was clean, Mark stood up and took the 
camera from Ted and began filming while Ted took his 
turn in my ass. It seemed like they were especially 
excited by the idea of fucking my ass while I talked 
with my husband. Ted managed to cum just as I was 
telling my husband how much I loved him as we prepared 
to end the call. 

Ted's orgasm seemed particularly intense, as though the 
timing was important to him. I tried not to show it, 
and I hated to admit it to myself, but the idea of 
these horrible men fucking my ass while I talked to my 
husband was turning me on too. I couldn't wait until 
they left so I could soak in a hot tub and gently bring 
myself to another orgasm.

Ted pulled out of me and I turned around and cleaned 
him without being asked. They dressed and left without 
another word to me.


CHAPTER 10

I was surprised when the rest of the week passed 
without a call from Ted. I hated to admit it, but I was 
also a little disappointed. Not at first, at first I 
was relieved. But as the week went on and I got a 
little hornier every day I began to grudgingly hope for 
a phone call.

Finally, on Friday morning, the phone did ring. But it 
wasn't Ted. It was my husband's office. The woman I 
spoke to was the secretary for the company president. 
She asked if I was free later in the morning. The 
president, Mr. Cochran, had something very important to 
discuss with me. 

I had met Mr. Cochran once at a company function. He 
was a very imposing man. I had stuttered and hemmed and 
hawed and made a total fool of myself trying to talk to 
him. I was sure that he thought that I was some kind of 
congenital idiot. 

I was uncomfortable with the idea of going to his 
office. He scared me. But of course I could not refuse. 
She told me that a car would come for me and I 
hurriedly showered and dressed for the meeting.

The driver escorted me to Mr. Cochran's office. The 
receptionist greeted me and offered me a drink. I was 
so nervous that I would have loved one. I thought it 
would be inappropriate though, so I politely declined. 
I was immediately led through the secretary's office 
and into Mr. Cochran's huge office. It was beautifully 
decorated, very masculine, and obviously very 
expensive.

Mr. Cochran stood as I entered and greeted me warmly. 
Rather than open my mouth and make a fool of myself 
again, I smiled as warmly as possible and waited to see 
what this was all about.

Mr. Cochran thanked his receptionist and she left. He 
then turned to me and told me that he had something in 
common with me. I still didn't know what this was about 
so I continued to say nothing.

He told me that he was a collector. He collected rare 
footage. I didn't know what that meant, but he reached 
for a button on his desk and pushed it. A television in 
the wall immediately came on and I almost fainted as I 
saw myself being raped by a gang of black men.

He went on for a moment before I realized he was still 
talking. I was in a state of shock. I suddenly heard 
him going on about how he was a collector of rape 
movies, preferably real movies of actual rape. He even 
mentioned a special source. Nathan! My husband's boss 
was one of Nathan's customers!

Mr. Cochran told me that Nathan had called him and told 
him about a new movie he had just made. Nathan had told 
him the circumstances, and a little about the new 
"starlet".

"You can imagine my shock," Mr. Cochran continued, 
"when I turned on the movie and saw your lovely face 
Linda."

There was nothing I could say. I covered my face with 
my hands and sobbed loudly. It was obviously over, my 
marriage, my life, everything was lost now. My husband 
would be fired. I would be divorced. My perfect little 
life was over.

"It's not as bad as all that my dear." Mr. Cochran 
said. "In fact, you may find some good has come of it."

I tried to get myself under control. I took the tissue 
he offered me and dried my eyes and looked across the 
desk to see what he meant.

"Nathan told me about Ted. He told me the entire story. 
I found it very arousing."

Mr. Cochran looked at me to see how I reacted to that. 
To be honest, I didn't know what to think. I still 
didn't see what good was coming of this.

"How would you like to have Ted out of your life?" Mr. 
Cochran asked.

"Oh God yes," I exclaimed.

"It is done. I had some men talk to him earlier this 
week, some very persuasive men. They brought me a very 
large collection of photos and tapes as well. I 
thoroughly enjoyed them. Ted won't be calling you 
again."

I sighed loudly and slumped in my seat. I was so 
relieved, but I didn't know what to say.

"But, you are not completely off the hook," he 
continued.

I just sat, waiting for him to find out what the catch 
was. I knew that he had me, he owned me now. Just like 
Ted had owned me. But I still didn't know how bad that 
was going to be. He was certainly better looking than 
Ted. And I doubt that he hangs around in the same types 
of bars and porn shops as Ted does. Maybe this is going 
to be better.

"Nathan told me that you did not suffer unduly in the 
making of your little rape epic. He said, in fact, that 
being raped by those men aroused you."

I looked down at my hands as my shame burned in my 
face. I couldn't deny it. I had enjoyed it. I still 
felt the temptation to call Nathan. I probably would 
have, had my every waking moment not been dominated by 
Ted.

When I didn't deny it, Mr. Cochran went on. "As I said, 
I am a collector. I will want you to star in other 
movies from time to time. Not often, not when your 
husband is in town, and nothing that will cause you to 
be harmed. If it is any consolation, I will be the only 
customer for those films. 

In addition, you will allow me to have access to your 
body whenever I desire, until I tire of you. You won't 
be subjected to huge gangs of strange men on a daily 
basis. I won't take you out in public, although I 
cannot say what Nathan might plan for you. If you 
consent to my proposal, please stand and remove your 
clothing."

It required no thought at all. In a perverted way, 
something good had come of this. I was out of Ted's 
clutches. I would not be making movies for the 
consumption of God knows whom. I was about to get 
fucked by a rich, powerful, attractive man. And I was 
ready!

I couldn't wait until tomorrow when my husband would be 
coming home. And I couldn't wait for his next trip, 
because I knew I would be seeing Nathan again, and 
getting raped again.
 
The End

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

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

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