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A Real Life Nightmare
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)
***
A young couple out for a nice evening on the town are
drugged and filmed performing outrageous sexual acts.
Then they are blackmailed into more unspeakable acts.
(MMF, nc, bi, exh, drugs, blkmail)
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When Bad Things Happen to Good People...
It was another very quiet ride home from work. My wife
and I worked in the same building on the Air Force Base
and we rode back and forth to work together every day.
For the last few days we had hardly spoken. We weren't
mad at each other. We were scared.
We both worked with highly classified documents in
different but related fields. We had both been working
in the same building since we graduated from college.
For me that was three years ago, for Sharon it was two.
Not long after Sharon started working there a mutual
friend thought that we would make the perfect couple
and she introduced us. She had been right. We hit it
off immediately. We had nearly everything in common.
We were both young and I am embarrassed to admit that
we were both very naïve. We were inexperienced when it
came to the opposite sex. We were quiet and shy and
much preferred getting comfortable with a good book to
a night out on the town. We had the same taste in music
and liked the same foods and voted for the same
political candidates for the same reasons.
We also shared the same distaste for religion. Don't
misunderstand. We are both moral, honorable, honest
people. We had both come to believe as we were growing
up that a lot of what was wrong in the world could be
laid directly at the door of religion and we saw it
more as a force for bad in the world than for good. I
realize that puts us in a minority of the world's
population but I'm just trying to be honest here.
We knew right away that we were perfect for each other
and we hadn't been dating six months before we had
gotten engaged. Our original plan was to get married in
six months, after knowing each other for a year. We
didn't last. We were too much in love and we both knew
that we had found our ideal mate.
So after three months we had a quiet wedding in her
parent's backyard. Her parents were very successful and
lived in a nice house outside of town. The ceremony was
performed by a justice of the peace and the guest list
was kept down to twenty-eight friends and relatives,
though not without some difficulty.
We had not moved in together before we married, but we
had become intimate after almost two months. Neither of
us had been virgins, but neither were we very
experienced. We had a lot to learn about sex but we
were taking it slow and enjoying the journey. When we
first had oral sex it was the first time for both of
us.
We tried to approach the subject of sex like we would
anything else. We read about it and experimented and we
were quickly learning what we liked and what we didn't
like. We weren't all that adventurous though. We
enjoyed a lot of touching and we liked oral sex. I
enjoyed it more than Sharon did, but she seemed to be
getting more comfortable with it.
Neither of us was interested in anal sex or any of that
kinky stuff like bondage or anything like that. For the
most part, when we had sex there was a lot of touching
and kissing and then we made love in the missionary
position. I am embarrassed to admit that I often reach
orgasm long before Sharon does.
But I am getting better about that and I always try to
make sure that she has an orgasm after I do. She often
insists that she enjoys it and it isn't necessary but I
think it's only fair. It isn't that I am a premature
ejaculator.
Well, that was a problem at first. Sharon is beautiful
and sexy and I am constantly amazed that she fell in
love with me. I had trouble being near her and not
getting an erection in the beginning. But after months
of more and more frequent lovemaking I had begun to
last much longer and now we were trying to figure out
what we could do to increase the amount of pleasure
that she received from intercourse. My penis wasn't
overly large, but I had read up on the subject and it
was within the range of what was considered normal, if
only just barely.
We were still working on it though and since we are
both healthy and relatively open minded, at least
within our limited scope of experience, I was pretty
sure that we would get better.
Our present difficulty resulted from what happened when
we went out for dinner on our second anniversary last
Saturday. We didn't go out often. We make pretty good
money but we had been living frugally since we married,
saving up for a down payment on a house and a house
full of new furniture and trying to put something away
towards retirement. When we did go out to dinner, which
was only about once a month, we went somewhere quiet
and cheap.
This night though, Sharon had wanted to cut loose a
little. She wanted to go out and have a nice dinner and
a bottle of wine and really enjoy ourselves. I thought
it sounded like a great idea and I made reservations at
a new restaurant that everyone was raving about.
It was just as good as we had heard it would be. The
food was great and since we almost didn't drink and
knew nothing about wine the waiter helped us select a
bottle of wine that we both enjoyed very much.
We were having so much fun that when dinner was over we
didn't want the evening to end. There was a small club
through a door at the far end of the restaurant and we
had been listening to the music all through dinner.
Sharon wanted to check it out. She wanted to go in,
have one more drink and maybe dance a little and then
go home and make love.
We had not planned on going dancing this evening. But
as we were discussing it our waiter came over and
offered us coupons for two free drinks. He said that he
had heard us say that it was our second anniversary and
this was management's way of saying happy anniversary.
The coupons were only good for this evening.
That was where the trouble started. I paid for our
dinner and we went through the door into the club. It
was crowded but we were able to get a small table after
a short wait. I must admit that I hate dancing and loud
music. Sharon knew it, but I couldn't really complain.
After all, it was the first time in two years that she
had asked to go dancing. The problem is that I am a
terrible dancer. I am what is known as rhythmically
challenged. When I dance people think I am having a fit
and dial 911.
We ordered a couple of drinks. We had to ask the
waitress for her recommendations since we didn't drink
alcohol. When the drinks arrived we paid with the
coupons. After I had a few sips of liquid courage I
asked Sharon to dance and we went out onto the crowded
floor. I tried not to make too big a fool of myself
while Sharon danced rings around me. We stayed out
there for two numbers and went back to our table. We
drank a little more and the trouble started when Sharon
wanted to go back out and dance some more.
I didn't refuse, but I kept putting it off. I had hoped
that a little more alcohol would numb the embarrassment
as I made a fool of myself out there. My normally very
patient and understanding wife was not quite as patient
this evening, probably due to the unusually large
amount of alcohol we were consuming.
We weren't exactly fighting, but it was obvious that
she was upset with me. It was so obvious that the four
men at the next table noticed and one of them asked
Sharon to dance.
She didn't even look at me. She smiled and accepted his
invitation and I sat there watching her prance off with
a complete stranger who appeared to be twice her age.
She was twitching her cute butt in that little black
dress as she walked towards the dance floor with the
man's arm around her waist.
She was gone for a long time. They danced through the
rest of the song that had been playing when they went
up there and the next three songs as well. I caught
glimpses of her from time to time and she looked sexy
and beautiful out there. She was smiling and laughing
and twirling around. I got to see a lot of her firm
thighs as she danced around with that man, and I could
see that I wasn't the only one watching.
I glanced at the table next to me out of the corner of
my eye and I saw my wife's dance partner's three
friends watching just as closely as I was. Now and then
one of them would look over at me with a barely
disguised look of disdain. It was very unsettling.
I resolved to leave this place as soon as Sharon
returned to the table but when she was finally escorted
back to the table her dance partner had stopped at the
bar on the way back to our tables and as soon as Sharon
sat back down a waitress delivered two fresh drinks.
I told Sharon that I wanted to leave and she just
pouted and said, "Let me drink my drink honey! Come on,
relax Mike. I just want to have a little fun."
I sipped my drink slowly and watched Sharon make quick
work of hers. She had just about drained her glass when
another man from the next table came over to our table
and without even so much as a glance in my direction he
invited her to dance and she was off again.
I was starting to get upset now, worried and upset. I
gulped down the rest of my drink as I watched for
glimpses of my wife dancing with another strange man on
the dance floor and this time the waitress brought us
two fresh drinks before my wife even returned to the
table. I glanced over at the table next to mine and the
first man that my wife had danced with smiled and
lifted his glass in salute.
I managed to try to look less pissed off and raised my
glass in gratitude that I did not feel. I quickly took
a few sips of my fresh drink. This was my third drink
after drinking half a bottle of wine with dinner. I had
never had this much to drink before in my life.
I thought at the time that three must be the magic
number because by the time my glass was half empty I
was starting to relax finally. I felt my cares drifting
away and I was even enjoying those glimpses I was able
to catch of my sexy wife dancing and flirting with
those strange men.
Sharon finally returned to our table and the man she
had been dancing with pulled a chair up and sat with
her, talking in her ear while she quickly drank her
latest drink. For some reason it didn't bother me at
all that a strange man was sitting with my wife and
they were laughing and joking and he had his arm around
her shoulder.
It didn't even bother me when the man's friends stood
up and moved to a large booth that had just emptied out
and somehow Sharon and I found ourselves sitting with
them.
I don't remember very much after that. Some things
stick out in my mind and as the days pass since that
evening I have had some of my memories return, mostly
from the earlier part of the evening. Most of the night
is still a blank though.
I remember not being alarmed at all when the first man
that had danced with Sharon pulled her down onto his
lap and encouraged her to finish her drink. I watched
her laughing and smiling and sipping her drink while
the man's hand moved up her thigh, pushing her little
black dress ahead of it until her underwear was nearly
exposed. I can remember thinking that something wasn't
right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
I think I remember my wife's dance partner cupping one
of her breasts and saying something to the man beside
him in the booth, whereupon his friend reached around
and cupped my wife's other breast and they laughed and
exchanged comments, presumably about my wife's C cup
breasts.
First of all, my wife would never permit that sort of
behavior by me in public. She would certainly never
permit two strange men to grope her breasts in public
or private! But more disturbing is the fact that I
seemed to be amused, though not nearly as amused as she
was.
When my wife had finished her most recent drink her
first dance partner took her back out on the dance
floor. As soon as they were gone one of the other three
men went to the bar and came back with fresh drinks for
my wife and me. I didn't even notice that they were
still sipping on the same three drinks that they had
been drinking when we came in.
I was encouraged to drink my fresh drink and it didn't
take much encouragement. I seemed eager to please our
new friends, whatever their names were. I didn't pay
any attention to what was happening on the dance floor
this time. I couldn't even tell you how long Sharon and
her friend were gone.
I looked up when they returned and I noticed that she
was flushed and looked a bit disheveled but she was
smiling and laughing and I saw no reason for concern.
Not even when her companion placed her panties and
pantyhose in the center of our table for all to see.
Sharon was pulled back into the man's lap and as she
sipped her fresh drink I watched his hand slide up her
leg again. As strange as it must seem, not only was I
not alarmed, I thought it was pretty damned amusing!
Our four new friends were totally ignoring me now. They
never even glanced over to see my reaction. Not even
when my wife's skirt was pushed all the way up to her
waist, baring her flat little tummy and her sparse
patch of light blonde pubic hair to the four men and
anyone else that happened to walk by.
I watched as all four men explored my wife's firm
thighs and slid fingers through her slit. One of the
men pulled her legs farther apart and I couldn't swear
to it in the dark but it looked very much like they
were inserting their fingers right up inside of her
tight little vagina!
Whatever they were doing she was finding it very
amusing. She was laughing and giggling like a
schoolgirl. It almost seemed like she was unaware that
her lower regions were exposed and being explored
freely by her new friends.
I also remember, vaguely, that she was leaned forward
and after a moment pulled back against the man whose
lap she was sitting in and the top of her dress was
lowered just enough to expose her black strapless bra.
After a quick exchange of words the bra was removed and
placed on the table with the rest of her undergarments
and the four men enjoyed the sight and then the feel of
my wife's firm young breasts for several moments before
her dress was pulled back into place and zipped back
up.
After that my memories get pretty sketchy. I remember
that Sharon went back out on the dance floor at least
once more. I am pretty sure that we both had at least
one more drink. I have had a few flashbacks since then
of all six of us somewhere else. I don't know where it
was. I know that we were all naked. I can't be
positive, but I am almost sure that I saw Sharon having
sex with all four men in various positions, often with
two of them at a time. I don't know what they did to
her, but I know that some of the things that they did
were painful. I can remember her struggling with them a
couple of times and I can remember hearing her cry out
in pain.
As horrible as that is, I have some even more
disturbing memories. Well, not memories exactly. I have
vague impressions of me doing things, or having things
done to me, that I cannot bring myself to even
consider. They were terrible things that it is just not
in me to do.
Except that I know that I did them. I knew right away
when I woke up the next morning. I knew by the terrible
taste in my mouth and by the pain I felt when I moved.
As I lay there in bed beside Sharon the next morning I
had no idea how I had gotten home. I remember that I
started to get up and go to the bathroom and I felt the
sudden pains in my stomach and...and in my anus. I had
that horrible taste in my mouth and when I swallowed my
throat felt like I had been eating broken glass.
I lay there quietly then, trying to remember. Some, a
very few of the events of the previous evening started
coming back, slowly, with great difficulty. But it was
all hazy and most of the night was still a blank. I
know that we had had a lot to drink, but I am
intelligent enough to know that what happened to us was
not the result of alcohol. We were drugged. Both of us
were drugged.
I glanced over at Sharon and I realized that she wasn't
sleeping. She was lying on her back and she was naked.
We both were! We never sleep in the nude. But the
disturbing thing was that there were tears running down
her cheeks onto her pillow. She was crying quietly.
I reached over to hold her, to try and comfort her but
she pulled away. I thought that she was mad at me but
she sobbed and said, "Don't touch me Mike! I'm...it's
just...you don't want to touch me, not now."
I reached out and pulled her back and took her in my
arms. She struggled at first and then she collapsed
into my arms and cried like I had never seen her cry
before. She was nearly hysterical and it scared the
hell out of me.
I said, "Honey, we need to call the police. We need to
go the emergency room."
She shook her head violently and said, "No! I can't! I
can't tell people that I was raped. Besides, we don't
have any idea who those men were."
I tried to insist. "Sharon we need to report this. We
need to be tested for diseases. We have to make sure
that they don't do this to anyone else. You know they
have done this before."
She shook her head and said, "I don't care! I can't! I
can't tell anyone about this. Besides, I don't remember
everything I did last night, but I remember that I let
them do anything that they wanted and laughed and
smiled like an idiot. Everyone in that club that saw us
would testify that I was a slut last night."
"Oh god Mike, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." She sobbed
quietly for a moment and then she said, "How can you
stand to touch me after what I did?"
I didn't want to say it, but I thought it might help.
"Sharon, it wasn't just you. They...they did things to
me too."
I shivered in revulsion and I saw that she already
knew. She buried her face in my neck and sobbed a
little longer before she said, "I can't remember much,
just bits and pieces, especially towards the end of the
evening. Oh Mike, it was horrible. And it was all my
fault. You didn't even want to be there!"
I held her tight and said, "It wasn't your fault
Sharon. We were drugged. You, I mean we had every right
to go into a dance club last night. We didn't give up
our rights by entering that place to dance a couple of
dances on our anniversary."
We were quiet for a few minutes and Sharon asked, "What
do you think that they will do with the pictures?"
That was something I didn't remember!
"What pictures Sharon?" I asked in a whisper.
She started sobbing again. Finally she was able to say,
"Oh Mike, there were two men with movie cameras. They
filmed everything. They filmed every perverted thing
that both of us did."
I didn't remember that at all. Oh god, our security
clearances! If those pictures got out we were as good
as dead.
Sharon pushed away from me and sat up and stared down
at me, looking me right in the eyes as if trying to
read my mind. Finally she whispered, "You don't
remember the last part, do you?"
I guess she could tell by the look on my face that I
didn't have a clue what she was talking about. She
swung her legs out of bed and groaned in pain as she
got up and ran to the bathroom.
I heard her lock the door and I heard her vomit loudly
for several minutes. I finally struggled to my feet,
despite the pain in my lower body, and I struggled to
the guest bathroom and relieved myself.
I washed up and went back and stood outside our
bathroom and I heard Sharon crying quietly. I tried to
get her to open the door but she just kept telling me
to go away. I finally went to my nightstand and got out
a little screwdriver and unlocked the bathroom door
from the outside.
I opened the door and saw her sitting on the toilet
with the seat down. She was holding her stomach and
rocking back and forth. I rushed in and she tried to
fight me off again but I took her in my arms and held
her.
I told her that I loved her and held her tight. She
sobbed, "You won't. You won't love me when you know
what I did, what they made me do."
I led her back out to the bed and we sat on the edge. I
tried to calm her down and convince her that if she
could live with the memory of the things that they made
me do then nothing they did to her would make a
difference.
I didn't try to find out what it was that was so awful.
I just tried to assure her that it didn't matter. We
had a horrible thing happen to us. We were still soul
mates. Maybe it would be difficult, but we were
intelligent people and we could get over this.
She made a high pitched keening sound that raised the
hair on the back of my neck and she screamed, "I fucked
a god damned dog! They ordered me to kneel down and I
let a fucking dog lick me between my legs and then fuck
me while they laughed and took pictures!"
I'll admit that gave me pause for just a moment. And
not just because I had never heard Sharon say fuck
before! I had not expected that. But I pulled her back
into my arms and said, "I don't care. We were raped. We
were drugged and raped and made to do terrible things.
It's over now. I still love you just as much as I did
when I watched you getting dressed to go out for dinner
last night. Sharon, we will get over this."
She finally seemed to get herself under control and she
looked me in the eye and said, "Mike, I don't think
it's over."
She saw the confused look on my face and she said,
"They took those horrible movies and made us to
terrible things. They must know where we work. They
know where we live. If those pictures get out our
clearances are gone. Our jobs are gone. The only jobs
we will be able to get will be at a fast food
restaurant or cleaning bathrooms in gas stations. And
think about our parents! Mike, your dad has already had
one heart attack. Those pictures would kill him."
It didn't make sense. We didn't have any money. The
documents we worked with were all highly classified,
but not really the kind of thing that spies were
interested in. What could they hope to gain by
blackmailing us?
We sat there on the bed despondently for a long time
before Sharon got up and said, "I need to take a
shower."
I thought about joining her but she didn't seem to want
my company at the moment. I put my robe on and went to
the kitchen and put the coffee on. I thought about
getting out the bacon and eggs but I couldn't stand the
thought of food right now. Instead I went back to the
bedroom and waited for Sharon to finish her shower.
When she got out I took a long shower and after
brushing my teeth a couple of times and throwing my
toothbrush away I got dressed and went to join Sharon
in the kitchen. We sat quietly at the kitchen table and
sipped our coffee.
As I sat there some of what happened came back to me.
Not the dog. I didn't remember the dog, thankfully. I
remembered more of what happened before we left the
club. I didn't want to. It just kept flashing into my
mind. I remembered seeing Sharon stretched out across
all four men's laps at one point. Her dress was
gathered at her waist and her breasts and her lower
body exposed. She was being groped freely while the
waitress stood at our table and smiled as she watched.
I remembered Sharon being pulled to her feet and one of
the men casually letting her dress fall back into place
over her hips as he pulled the top back up over her
breasts, very slowly, as the crowd of amused onlookers
enjoyed the show.
I remembered Sharon dancing naked in a living room. It
wasn't our living room though. I have no idea where
they took us.
The hot coffee soothed my sore throat but I suddenly
remembered how it got so sore. I can't remember the
man's face, but I remember his hairy belly and I
remember that I had not struggled even though the pain
had been awful. It wasn't a clear picture though. I
couldn't actually swear that it had happened.
I didn't remember the other, what they must have done
to make my anus hurt like this. But I was reasonably
sure that I knew what had happened and I really didn't
want to remember.
I glanced up at Sharon and I saw that she was trying to
deal with these horrible memories too. She had finally
stopped crying but the look on her face was enough to
make me cry.
I thought again about calling the police. If nothing
else I thought that it might protect us from being
blackmailed later. But we had washed away the evidence
and Sharon was right, if this came out it would kill my
father. And I wasn't so sure that we wouldn't lose our
jobs anyway.
I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers and
squeezed lightly. Sharon looked up and tried to smile
but it didn't work. I wanted to say something to make
her feel better but damned if I could think of
anything. I could keep saying that it would be alright
over and over and we both knew that it didn't mean a
thing. The odds were that it was not going to be
alright. We both had a very bad feeling about this.
We had no plans for Sunday beyond going grocery
shopping. As it turned out neither one of us could
stand the idea of going out and facing other people. So
we put it off. We had enough food in the house for a
few days. If we ran out of real food we could always
eat soup.
We finished our coffee finally and went into the living
room and sat together on the couch. I held her in my
arms and we sat like that most of the day without
talking. I didn't even think about the Sunday paper
until almost bedtime. We normally spend an hour or so
doing the Sunday crossword puzzle in the morning, but
not today. Maybe we should have. We could have used a
distraction.
Just before we went to bed I went out and got the
Sunday paper out of the box so that there would be room
for the Monday paper. But we didn't even open it. I
suddenly realized as we were getting into our pajamas
that we hadn't eaten all day. I guess we were both
still too upset to eat. I was anyway.
I glanced at Sharon as she was putting her pajamas on
and I saw the scratches and the bruises on her back. I
couldn't even imagine what it must have been like for
her to let that dog...oh Christ! I couldn't even say it
to myself!
What I went through was horrible, but it had been so
much worse for her. She had been raped over and over by
those four men and then forced to be with that dog. I
couldn't remember most of what had happened to me, and
I was so very grateful for that.
Apparently they had given me more of the drugs than
they had given her because she seemed to remember a lot
more. Or maybe I was just more susceptible. I wish that
I could forget the things that I did remember from last
night. Every image was more disturbing than the last.
We both lay in bed for a long time before we went to
sleep that night. I tried not to think about it but
several new and unwanted memories flashed through my
tortured mind. I had a fuzzy image of Sharon taking on
three men at once with apparent eagerness. Another
image of Sharon with two men that I didn't remember
from last night came to me and I puzzled over it for a
few minutes before I realized that those must have been
the cameramen. For the life of me I couldn't remember
anyone taking pictures of us.
Sharon got to sleep before I did and not long after she
fell asleep she began making terrible noises and
sobbing quietly as she slept. I debated with myself
over whether or not to wake her but I decided that it
would be better if she slept.
The next morning we got up and went through our normal
Monday morning routine without speaking. We ate a
little cold cereal and I drove us in to the office. I
dreaded having to interact with people but it turned
out to be a relief to be able to throw myself into my
work and not think about what had happened to us. Or at
least not think about it constantly. As much as I tried
to avoid them those flashbacks kept stabbing me in the
brain.
We met at lunch time and went to the small break room
and had a can of coke for lunch. We sat together
quietly after I asked her if she was doing okay. She
shrugged and we sat at a small table and held hands and
tried to ignore the other people in the room.
The people that we worked with left us alone except for
Anne, the woman that had introduced us and almost
ordered us to go out together. She came over to our
table and said, "You guys look like hell! You aren't
fighting are you?"
I tried to smile at her and said, "No Anne. We aren't
fighting." I couldn't think of anything else to say but
Sharon said, "We just lost a friend from college and
we're feeling kind of down."
We did go to the same college but I was a year ahead of
her and as far as we know we didn't have any friends in
common. But Anne didn't know that and she accepted
Sharon's excuse easily.
After she offered her condolences and walked back to
her table I smiled wryly at Sharon but we still didn't
feel like talking.
After work I drove home nervously. I was terrified that
someone would be waiting for us or there would be
something in the mail from a blackmailer. I could tell
that Sharon had the same fears.
But when we got home there was nothing but a handful of
junk mail and a dark, empty house. We ate a light
supper and after we cleaned up we sat at the table and
had a glass of lemonade. After a long silence I said,
"I feel like we should talk. I want to say something to
make it all okay. I would give anything if I could turn
back the clock or even just make you feel better in
some way. It is tearing me up to see you suffer like
this Sharon. I love you so much and I can't stand to
see you like this."
She lifted my hand and kissed it and gave me a tiny,
fleeting smile. She said, "I know Mike. It's just going
to take time. Don't worry. I'll be okay after a while I
guess. But there are no magic words and we both know
that 'it's going to be okay' is a pile of crap. It is
going to hurt for a long time. I keep remembering
things that happened and I want so much to forget it,
all of it.
Maybe you were right yesterday. Maybe we should have
called the police. Maybe we should have gone to the
hospital. It's too late now though. Still, I am
starting to wonder if maybe we shouldn't both talk to a
rape counselor. I am really having a hard time dealing
with this."
The idea of telling someone what had happened to me,
what little I remembered of it anyway, was more than I
could stand. But if that's what it will take to get our
lives back then I'm willing to try.
I told Sharon, "If you want to see someone I'll make
some phone calls."
She squeezed my hand and said, "Let's give it a week. I
am not sure that I could actually tell someone what
happened to me, to us. But we have to do something if
we can't get over it on our own. We can't live like
this."
I nodded. It would be harder for her I'm sure. But she
was right. We can't go on like this.
I said, "Okay, let me know if and when you are ready.
Why don't we go to bed and read? Or would you rather
watch television?"
She replied, "I can't stand the idea of all of those
happy people saying all of those stupid things on
television. I vote for reading."
We took the Sunday paper to bed and read it. When we
finished reading the paper we worked on the crossword
puzzle together. It was such a little thing but it
seemed to make us both feel better. It was such a
normal thing to do I guess.
It was still too early to try to go to sleep when we
finished the puzzle and I don't think that either one
of us wanted to lay in the dark any longer than we had
to and have those horrible mental pictures play out in
our minds. So we read our books for a while.
I read to the end of a chapter and put my book up. I
turned my light out and snuggled up to Sharon and held
her in my arms while she read. She tensed up when I
first snuggled up behind her but then she took a breath
and relaxed. I held her like that until she finished
reading and then she turned her light off and lay down
on her back.
We lay there in the dark for a few minutes and I said,
"We haven't kissed since Saturday."
She turned on her side and faced me and said, "Do you
really want to kiss me?"
I was shocked that she would ask. "Of course!" I
replied. "I will always want to kiss you."
She put her hand on my cheek and leaned over and kissed
me lightly. I smiled at her and said, "Is that the best
you can do?"
The next thing I knew we were holding each other tight
and kissing passionately. She was pressing her body
against mine and crying and kissing me and then she
broke off the kiss and asked, "How can you want me
after what you saw, what you know?"
I replied, "I am not going to rush you. I know that you
have been traumatized. But I adored you on Friday and I
adore you today and nothing that has happened has
changed that. I will always want you. I want to hold
you and kiss you and make love to you and I fully
expect to go to my grave feeling that way. I will give
you all of the time to heal that you need, but I don't
want you to ever doubt that I love you and I want you."
She held my face in her hands and whispered, "Oh Mike!
Make love to me. Please. I need that now. I need to
believe that you love me after everything that I did."
I kissed her and said, "You didn't do anything Sharon.
Things were done to you. And I care because they hurt
you, but they don't matter to me. They don't change
what I feel for you or what I think of you."
I pulled her close again and as we kissed I move my
hands over her beautiful body. I was careful, more
gentle than usual. I knew that she had scratches and
bruises and I tried not to hurt her. I carefully
unbuttoned her pajama top and caressed her perfect
breasts as we kissed. I was relieved when I realized
that she was becoming aroused. I had feared that it was
too soon. I kissed my way down to her breasts and
teased them with my lips and tongue while I unfastened
her pajama bottoms and worked them off.
When she was almost naked I rolled her onto her back
and kissed my way down to her pussy. She tensed up at
first, but I was gentle and loving and soon she relaxed
and let the pleasure take over. Before very long she
was moaning and her hands were gripping my hair and
pulling my head down as she lifted her hips and began
to grind her mound against my mouth with more passion
and more abandon than I can ever remember her showing
before. It made me think of what had happened to her
but I was so pleased that she could enjoy what I was
doing that I just pushed that out of my mind.
I ate her until after her third orgasm when she pushed
my head away with shaking hands. She gasped and said,
"Mike! Stop, please! Enough! Oh baby, that was
wonderful. Thank you so much. I love you baby."
I kissed my way back up her beautiful body and held her
tight. We kissed for a minute and then she said, "I was
afraid. I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to feel
that again. I love you so much Mike. Thank you for
being so sweet."
I felt her hand moving down and her fingers wrapped
around my hard cock. It was my turn to gasp and she
smiled and said, "Hmmm, I guess you love me after all!"
I chuckled and said, "Yes, I do. But that isn't how you
can tell."
She pushed me over on my back and said, "Maybe not, but
it makes me feel better when I reach down and feel that
there. I was afraid that you would never want me
again."
She got up on her knees and opened my pajama bottoms
and leaned down and kissed my cock and rubbed her face
over it. She smiled up at me in the dark and in a
husky, sexy voice she said, "I think you are going to
get a kick out of this."
She bent down and took my cock into her mouth and I
watched in awe as her lips slid slowly all the way down
to the base of my cock. She moaned passionately and so
did I. I had never felt anything like it! I mean, she
had performed oral sex on me before, but not like this!
The head of my cock was actually in her throat!
I dropped my head back on my pillow and gasped, "Oh my
god! Sharon!"
I knew I wasn't going to last long and as my orgasm
neared I said, "I'm going to cum Sharon."
That had always been her cue to take her mouth away and
finish me off with her hand. Not this time! She moaned
and continued to move her lips up and down my cock and
at the same time she reached her hand down and gently
cradled my balls and tickled the underside of them and
that was all I could take. For the first time I came in
her mouth and as my cum filled her mouth she continued
to moan as if she were having an orgasm.
I finally reached down and pulled her off of my cock
and up over my body. I held her tight and smothered her
face in kisses. Then we just held each other and waited
for our heartbeats to return to normal.
I wouldn't want to say it out loud, but there was one
side effect of the events that took place Saturday
night that I didn't have a problem with! That was the
most amazing thing that I had ever felt.
I opened my eyes and she was staring down at me
curiously. I smiled and said, "What?"
She just shook her head and rested her face on my
shoulder.
I got scared and asked, "I'm sorry baby. Was it too
soon?"
Sharon laughed quietly and said, "No. I was just
thinking that it was a shame that I had to be raped
before I could do that. I never wanted you to know it,
but I never liked taking you in my mouth. I did that
time though. I wanted to make love to you and to please
you and as sick as it sounds, I felt proud that I am
pretty good at it now. I was good, wasn't I?"
I pulled her head up and kissed her and I said, "Honey
you were fantastic. Why didn't you tell me you didn't
like to do it before? I wouldn't have wanted you to do
it if you didn't want to."
She snuggled a little tighter against me and said, "I
know Mike. But I thought it was fair. I love when you
do it for me. And I know you enjoy it. I like to please
you."
I lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes and said,
"I don't ever want you to do anything that you don't
want to do. Not ever Sharon."
She smiled and said, "I like it now. Want to try
again?"
I laughed and held her tight and said, "Maybe tomorrow.
Now go to sleep."
She rolled off of me and reached for her pajama bottoms
but I stopped her. I pulled her back against me and
held one of her soft, firm breasts in my hand and said,
"No. Leave them off. Stay like this. I like you without
pajamas."
I could almost feel her thinking about it and then she
sat up and pulled off her tops and threw them down on
the floor. She lay back down and in a playful voice
said, "Okay, now take yours off."
I was twenty-four years old and had never slept in the
nude a day in my life. Or at least, not until Saturday
night when I was drugged and...no. Don't even think
about it! I quickly pushed away the unwanted memories
of that night and stood up and scrambled out of my
pajamas. I hopped back in bed feeling just a little
self-conscious. I moved over and cuddled up to Sharon
again and put my arms around her. I kissed the back of
her neck and asked, "Why the hell were we wearing
pajamas anyway? This feels so nice."
Sharon pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it and
said, "I don't remember. It does feel nice, doesn't it?
I love you Mike."
I told her that I loved her and we fell asleep that
way.
We had moved around a little in our sleep but when we
woke up Tuesday morning we were still holding each
other. We looked at each other and dawdled in bed for a
few minutes and decided that sleeping in the nude was
the only way to go.
We got up and got ready for work and had a light
breakfast. Each day seemed to be getting a little
easier. We were still traumatized of course, but we
could see where things could slowly return to more or
less normal for us. We would always have that horrible
experience in our past. But maybe, with time, we could
return to almost normal. At least now we could talk and
look each other in the eye, and it had only been two
days.
That evening we stopped on the way home from work and
bought a few groceries. We were slowly fighting to
reclaim our lives. Both of us were still having
flashbacks and bad dreams, but we were slowly becoming
more able to function normally and deal with the world
around us.
When we got home from work on Wednesday and there was
still no sign of the people who had raped us we started
to think that things were going to get better. And on
Thursday, by the time we went to bed we were actually
starting to feel safe again. I kept telling myself, one
day at a time. Each day it gets a little better. By now
my body had recovered from whatever they had done to me
and except for a few of the deeper scratches on
Sharon's back she had recovered too, at least
physically.
We couldn't get what happened out of our minds and I
know that each day as we headed home from work we were
both on edge as we drove down our street, watching
closely to see if there was a car in our driveway. Once
I had parked and we had checked to make sure that there
was nothing in the mailbox that was threatening we
would relax a little more. Except for those few minutes
of angst each evening we were slowly recovering
mentally.
The nervousness returned on Friday when we noticed a
big black Suburban parked in front of our house. The
windows were dark and we couldn't see if anyone was
inside the vehicle. We had never seen it before. We
knew that it didn't belong to anyone that lived near us
and we were both on edge as soon as we saw it.
I was tempted to drive right on by our house and keep
going. I should have.
I had slowed when I saw the Suburban. There was no way
of knowing for sure that it was waiting for us or if it
was those same men from last Saturday. I turned to
Sharon and asked, "What do you want to do? Should I
keep going?"
She slumped in her seat and said, "We might as well get
this over with. Let's find out what they want. It might
not even be them. We might be getting scared over
nothing."
I pulled into the driveway and we got out and went into
the house without looking at the SUV. As soon as we
were inside I went to the window and watched as two men
got out of the Suburban and came up the sidewalk to our
door.
I heard Sharon gasp behind me. We both recognized the
two men from last Saturday night. They were not the two
that had danced with Sharon. They were the other two
that had been sitting with them. They took part in
molesting her in the club before we left and they were
certainly involved in the rape that followed.
I listened helplessly as Sharon muttered, "Oh no. Oh
god no. It isn't over. Oh Mike. What can we do?"
I watched the two men approach our door and I felt like
I had just been punched in the stomach. With great
difficulty I drew a deep breath and tried to sound calm
as I said, "Let's see what they want before we panic
Sharon." I didn't know what else to say.
When the doorbell rang I went to the door and opened
it. They were both very large men with a strong hint of
danger about them. They were the kind of men that you
knew could hurt you badly and would probably enjoy
doing it. The one in front smiled at me but it wasn't a
reassuring smile. He pushed past me and his companion
followed him inside and shut the door.
They seemed to already be familiar with our home. I
suppose that they were the ones that brought us home
Sunday morning and undressed us and put us to bed. They
had been free to explore our home at that time. Sharon
and I had been either unconscious or so full of drugs
that we had no idea what was happening.
The first man that had entered had been carrying a
small, leather attaché case. He turned to us and said,
"Sit down. We have some things to show you."
I had an idea of what "things" they were going to show
us and I didn't want to see them. I knew that Sharon
didn't either. But we were helpless against those two
large men who seemed to threaten us without ever
uttering a threatening word. Their very demeanor let us
know that we were going to do what we were told,
whether we wanted to or not.
I put my arm around Sharon and we moved towards the
sofa. The second man separated us and sent me to one
chair and my wife to another. If it was a move
calculated to make us feel more helpless it worked
perfectly.
The man with the attaché case turned to me and asked,
"How much do you remember about that night?"
I looked up at him and listlessly responded, "Too
much."
He stared at me for a moment and then he opened his
case and said, "Before we get started, here are some of
the highlights from the movie you are about to watch.
Look at them."
He handed my wife and I each a folder full of 8X10
photographs that appeared to be video captures taken
from a movie. I didn't want to look. I had a good idea
of what kinds of pictures were in the folder and I
didn't want to see them. I heard Sharon paging through
her folder and moaning in shame and fear.
With shaking hands I opened the folder I had been given
and I was surprised to see that the first pictures were
taken in the dance club. They were of comparatively
poor quality, but they were in color and they were
clear. They must have been taken from some sort of
surveillance system in the club. They were dark and a
few of them were blurry. But they were good enough that
it was obvious that Sharon and I were the couple who
joined the four men at their booth. Someone had to have
been operating the camera system while we were there.
They had zoomed in several times for close-ups of some
of the more disturbing things that had happened.
I had a cockeyed smile on my face and looked like I
might be a little tipsy but Sharon seemed to be having
a ball. She was laughing and smiling as the men groped
her and bared various parts of her body and explored it
freely.
There were several shots in which she was totally
exposed. There were also a few pictures taken on the
dance floor with her skirt being held up around her
waist by her partner and everyone around her staring in
disbelief. In one series of pictures I saw her dance
partner holding her skirt up to her waist while two men
from the crowd peeled her pantyhose and her panties off
slowly, with lots of groping and apparently lots of
encouragement from the crowd that had gathered around
to watch.
The next photographs were from that living room where
the rapes had taken place. Both Sharon and I still
seemed like willing participants. I noticed though that
it seemed like the more time that passed the more
glassy-eyed I became.
Sharon and I were both naked very soon after these
shots began but it was not obvious that we were under
the influence of some kind of drug. I wasn't all that
animated, but I seemed to be cooperating fully. I
wasn't in most of the pictures though. Most of the
attention was focused on Sharon.
She went from man to man, letting all four men explore
her naked body and striking the most obscene poses for
them and for the cameras. But it wasn't long before the
real action started. There were pictures of Sharon
going from man to man and giving them oral sex. Right
from the beginning it was obvious that they weren't
satisfied with her ability to perform that intimate
act.
They showed her smiling and taking the first man's cock
into her mouth with apparent pleasure. But then the
camera filmed from the rear as the man's hands held her
by the back of her head and pulled her face down,
forcing his cock all the way into her mouth and throat.
I could vaguely remember her struggles when the first
couple of men had done that, but it wasn't obvious from
these photographs.
I was half way through the large stack of pictures
before the pictures of my own degradation began to
appear. The camera focused on me and in the first
picture I seemed to be watching and enjoying my wife
having sex with the four men. In the next photograph
there were naked men standing on either side of me. It
didn't look like I was even aware of it.
It was instantly obvious that they were not a part of
the original 'gang of four' that had drugged and
entrapped us. The two men standing beside my chair in
the photographs were black.
As the pictures progressed I saw myself taking both
black cocks all the way down my throat and then on my
hands and knees with one of them in my mouth and one
using me anally. They switched places several times.
When I woke up the next morning and became instantly
aware of the pain I knew, well, I strongly suspected
that I had been raped anally. But suspecting it didn't
prepare me for seeing the pictures of it.
There were less than a dozen pictures of me with the
black men before the cameras returned to Sharon. She
was engaged in one sex act after another, very seldom
with only one man at a time. She was subjected to
double and triple penetrations. She didn't seem as
excited as she had in the first photographs but she was
still smiling and obviously cooperating with the men
who were using her.
After all four men were sated the two black men that
had raped me were given an opportunity to rape her as
well. Then I came to the last series of a dozen
photographs of Sharon being mounted by the dog. Even in
those pictures she was smiling, though it seemed
forced.
I glanced over at Sharon. She had her hands over her
face and she was crying quietly. I wasn't crying, but I
could have. I felt a desperate helplessness wash over
me. I was helpless to protect my wife from these men. I
didn't know yet what they wanted, but I didn't see how
we could refuse them. Not when they had those horrible
pictures. If those photographs, or the movie from which
they were taken, became public our lives were over.
We could never look anyone we knew in the eye again.
Our jobs, our careers would be things of the past. We
would lose everything. The question now was what did
they want?
The man with the attaché case said, "That was just a
preview."
He got up and removed a DVD from his case and placed it
in our DVD player. He turned on the TV and started the
movie.
The movie didn't just start. There was a title. "Sharon
and Mike's Second Anniversary Party", starring Sharon
and Michael Kramer of 1711 Cimarron Street. As the
title came up on the screen it was superimposed over
film of Sharon and I at our table and the only sound
was the loud music and the roar of the crowd.
The movie title and our names disappeared and the movie
started. The quality was relatively poor at first. But
it was clearly me and Sharon in the club. It showed us
happy and talking to each other. There was a brief shot
of the two of us dancing. They must have selected us as
soon as we entered the club because there always seemed
to be a camera pointed at us.
I suddenly remembered the free drink coupons our waiter
had given us after dinner. We had been lured into that
club Saturday night! We had been selected to play their
terrible game while we were still eating our dinner!
The DVD didn't show everything that had happened, but
we clearly saw the change in our expressions when
Sharon became impatient with me for not wanting to
dance more. The movie showed the two men from the
adjoining table taking turns escorting Sharon out onto
the dance floor and there were several scenes of some
very sexy dancing.
In the next segment we were seen smiling and
accompanying the four men to the large booth and Sharon
being pulled onto one of the men's laps. We seemed to
be going along cheerfully with every new indignity. We
were both smiling and Sharon permitted all four men
complete access to her beautiful young body while I
watched with seeming approval.
A little later, when those men had been encouraged to
remove her undergarments on the dance floor the
expression of joy on Sharon's face was obvious. Later,
when they had pulled her dress down from the top and
removed her bra, with a lot more people watching than I
had been aware of at the time, there had been a flirty,
almost lustful look on her face as the men removed her
bra and cupped her naked breasts right there in the
booth.
The last shot in the club was of the six of us leaving
together. We all walked out under our own power with no
apparent coercion from anyone.
The next scene was the first in which our voices could
be heard. We were in a nicely furnished living room
somewhere with the four men, and the cameramen of
course. The four men were seated around the room on two
chairs and a sofa and I was sitting in a straight chair
nearby. The picture was much clearer now, definitely a
result of professional equipment and experienced
cameramen.
Sharon was encouraged to dance in front of them and she
danced slowly and sensuously for them to whatever song
was playing in her head at the time. The first man to
dance with her in the club that evening seemed to be
the man in charge. He watched her dance for a minute
before he suggested that she would be able to dance
much more freely without her little black dress on. It
hadn't even been an order, just a suggestion.
She didn't even break her rhythm. She continued to sway
in front of the men as she reached back and unzipped
her dress. There was a quick cut to my smiling face and
then the camera cut back to catch her dress sliding
down off of her shoulders and baring her perfect young
breasts to the leering men, all of whom were at least
twice her age.
Her hips swiveled sexily as she slid the dress down
over her waist and it puddled at her feet. She kicked
it away and danced naked for several minutes while the
men were heard to discuss her body in the crudest
terms.
The man who was in charge, the oldest of the four men,
wiggled his finger at her and she danced over to where
he was sitting. She stopped dancing when his hands
reached out and began to explore her naked body. He
cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples and then his
hand moved down and he cupped her tight little pussy in
his hand.
Her pleasure was apparent as he groped her. She
shivered lustfully as he cupped her mound and then
began to slide a finger up and down her moist slit as
the camera zoomed in for a close-up.
I heard his pleasant voice tell her to turn around and
spread her legs and bend over and touch her toes and
she obeyed instantly. The camera had backed out and
gotten a wide shot of her assuming the new and
degrading position and then came back for another
close-up of the man's fingers exploring her obscenely
displayed pussy. It was incredibly wet and he dipped
his fingers into her several times before he began to
explore her exposed anus.
She giggled as his finger tickled her pink little hole
and then slowly entered her. She made a sound that
seemed to indicate discomfort as his finger entered her
back passage. He smiled and withdrew his finger and
said, "You are very tight my dear. Reach back and place
your hands on your ass and spread your cheeks for me."
She obeyed instantly and his finger returned and dipped
down into her juicy pussy again and then returned to
her anus. He said, "Relax now Sharon. You have to get
used to being touched here. It may be unpleasant at
first, but once you are used to it, it won't be so
bad."
I watched as his finger entered her back passage again
and slowly began to move in and out of her, this time
with no apparent resistance from Sharon. This went on
for several moments before he withdrew his finger and
instructed her to stand up and face him again.
When she had complied he smiled at her and offered his
finger to her lips. She sucked it clean without
hesitation and while she sucked on his finger he said,
"I want you to go to each of my friends now and allow
them to examine your body more closely."
She went next to the second of the men that she had
danced with that night and his examination of her body
was nearly identical to the first man's. As the second
man's hands explored my obedient wife's young body the
first man stood up and watched as he undressed. For the
first time I was able to fully appreciate how well hung
he was. His cock was at least eight inches long and
very fat. It was at least twice as big around as my
little five and a half inch cock.
While the third man was exploring my wife and the
second man was undressing the first man suggested in
that friendly voice that I should get undressed too. He
said that I would be joining the party later.
It was about at this point, as Sharon and I were
staring in horror at the movie on our television that
the man with the attaché case, the man who seemed to be
third in the pecking order of the four men, moved over
to the chair that Sharon was sitting in. He reached
down and casually slid his hand inside of her blouse
and cupped her breast.
She tried to ignore him. Her eyes were staring at the
television, watching the DVD that was playing and
filling in the gaps in our hazy memories. She jumped
slightly as he touched her, but she didn't fight him.
I tried to ignore them since there was nothing that I
could do about it. I saw the fourth man glance at me,
presumably to assure himself that I wouldn't do
anything stupid. Then he turned his attention back to
his friend and Sharon.
I tried to focus on the television but I couldn't help
seeing Sharon and the man that was casually molesting
her out of the corner of my eye. Sharon was still
wearing the conservative blouse and long skirt that she
had worn to work today.
I heard the man who was groping her breast say quietly,
"Damn Sharon, you dress like an old lady. Well, don't
worry, that's going to change."
On the screen I had finished undressing and returned to
my seat and the fourth man was just finishing exploring
Sharon's body as she posed for him in that same obscene
pose that she had assume for all four men.
I saw his large finger being withdrawn from her anus
and after she turned around and cleaned him like she
had the others the first man called her back over to
him. When she stood in front of him again his finger
returned to her lust swollen vulva and he smiled up at
her and said, "You are enjoying this aren't you
Sharon?"
Sharon nodded enthusiastically, still smiling brightly.
Meanwhile, the last man stood up and began to undress
and as his penis came into view I was struck once again
by the size of the four penises that were now on
display. They were all very long and very fat and very
hard and I couldn't imagine Sharon having to allow
these men to have sex with her. I understood that the
vagina was a very elastic organ. After all, they
stretched to accommodate the birth of a child. But I
wasn't thinking too clearly. Not now and certainly not
then when it was happening in front of me.
I watched in disbelief as Sharon was pulled to her
knees between the leader's legs and he asked her if she
likes to suck cocks.
She shrugged noncommittally and he smiled and said,
"That's okay little girl. By the time this night is
over you are going to be an expert. Now why don't you
bend down and start licking and kissing my balls and
we'll start out kind of slow and enjoy this together."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw that the man
molesting Sharon while we watched the movie had
unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra in the
front. Her breasts were exposed now.
Sharon was sitting there, staring at the TV as her
assailant molested her breasts with impunity. The tears
were streaking down her cheeks and dripping down onto
her exposed breasts and the hand of the man who was
molesting her.
His finger moved up and dabbed at her tears and in a
voice that was scary just because it was so soft but
full of confidence he said, "Nothing turns me on like a
beautiful woman with tears in her eyes." He could do
anything that he wanted to Sharon. She would permit it.
I would permit it. I was powerless to prevent it and we
all knew it.
My attention returned to the rape on the screen as
Sharon had begun to suck on the first few inches of the
leader's cock. He was watching her with an amused look
on his face.
He turned to his friends and said, "Isn't that cute?
The stupid cunt doesn't have a fucking clue!"
They laughed at my wife and her attempts to satisfy the
man with her mouth. I didn't see the problem. That was
the way that she pleased me with her mouth on those
infrequent occasions when she had made an attempt to
suck on my cock. But I remembered the pictures of what
was to come.
I watched as the camera angle changed. The cameraman
moved behind Sharon and the man whose cock was in her
mouth gripped her head firmly and began to pull her
down onto his cock. With each stroke more and more of
his cock disappeared into her mouth. I could hear her
gagging and gasping for air and groaning in pain but
she didn't seem to fight him as he kept it up until his
oversized cock was buried in her throat and her lips
were stretched wide around the base of his cock.
The camera moved around to the side again and showed a
close-up of my wife with his cock buried in her throat.
Her eyes were opened wide and tears were streaming from
them. Her expression was something between horror and
surprise as she knelt in front of the man and held his
cock in her throat.
He let her slide back up his cock and then pulled her
back down until his cock was buried all the way in her
mouth and throat again. It went on and on and each time
it seemed to go down easier until at the end he had
removed his hands from her head and she was doing it on
her own.
It was horrible to watch and I was forced to remember
what was going to happen later when those black men
made me do the same thing to them. I remembered the
helplessness and the fear and the pain and the
humiliation that I had seen on my face in the
photographs they had just made us look through. So I
knew what was happening in Sharon's head right at that
moment.
I suppose it was inevitable, but just then I heard the
ominous sound of a zipper being pulled down and I
glanced over to see the man that was molesting Sharon
say, "Let's see if you remember what you learned that
night sweetheart."
His hard, drooling cock was pointed right at her face.
She had studiously avoided looking at me while this was
all going on but just before she took her rapist's
nasty sex organ into her mouth again she glanced at me
and through the tears I saw a plea. I wasn't sure if
she was begging me to forgive her for what she was
about to be forced to do or if she was begging me to
save her from having to do it. She must know that I was
just as helpless against these two large men as she
was.
I tried not to watch. I knew that she wouldn't want me
to see this. Especially now, without benefit of the
mind numbing drugs we had been given last weekend. It
was tearing me up deep inside, but I couldn't turn
away.
I watched as she took that large organ into her mouth
and I heard the man assaulting her sigh with pleasure
as she began to slide her lips down over his throbbing
penis. I glanced up at his face and he was staring at
me! I had the impression that he was getting as much
pleasure from raping my wife's throat in front of me as
he was from what she was doing with her mouth. There
was a look of scorn and derision on his face that made
me feel like, well, like what I was. A helpless wimp
that sat by and allowed men to rape my wife without so
much as a protest.
Even though I had seen the photographs and I was
watching it happen now on the DVD playing on our
television, watching her swallow that large cock in
person, so close to me that I could almost reach out
and touch them, it was impossible to believe that she
could do that. I remembered again that I had been
forced to do it myself, and I had been sent home with
the sore throat to prove it. But I didn't remember it.
I have a vague recollection of a man's stomach in my
face but even the pictures that showed it didn't
restore that memory. In fact, I still don't remember
that it had been a black man!
I turned my attention back to the television just as
Sharon was shown walking on her knees to the second man
she was going to suck off that night. She was still
grinning, though not so confidently now. There were
tears stains on her cheeks but she had stopped crying
and she didn't seem at all reluctant as she moved
between the second man's legs and started all over
again.
I looked back at the rape that was taking place right
beside me now and I heard Sharon gag slightly just
before the man's large cock entered her throat. This
time she did it on her own. Her rapist stood there with
one hand on her breast, pinching and pulling painfully
on her nipple and the other hand resting on her
shoulder as she took his cock all the way into her
throat and held him there for a moment before pulling
back and doing it all over again.
He smiled at me as he said to her, "That's a good girl.
Just like we taught you. Every good cunt needs to know
how to suck a cock the right way."
He gave me an evil grin and said, "That means you too
you fucking sissy."
I blanched at the terrible insult and the implied
threat of things to come, but I couldn't deny it. Only
a sissy would allow his wife to be used like this and
not put up a fight, no matter how futile.
I considered doing something now, but at this point
what would it matter. The damage was already done. We
were totally helpless now. They had those pictures and
the movies and attacking him now would just give them
an excuse to hurt me more. I had never struck another
person in my life. I am embarrassed to say that I don't
even know how. I know absolutely nothing about
fighting.
It seemed to me that it took the man that was raping
Sharon's mouth a long time to cum. It took much longer
than it had in the movie. It finally occurred to me
that the movie had been edited to keep it interesting
and shorten it. We had been raped for hours. They
probably had it all on a disk somewhere, but the DVD we
were watching had probably been shortened
considerately.
By the time the man finally came in Sharon's mouth here
in our living room, she had finished sucking off all
four men on the screen and was crawling back down the
line to the first man she had sucked off.
She moved back between his legs and he patted her on
the head and said in a very condescending voice, "That
was very good Sharon. You've learned a lot already.
You're still having fun aren't you?"
She said that she was but her smile looked pasted on
now and her voice was no longer happy and enthusiastic.
She sounded kind of raspy. Obviously a result of the
damage done to her throat while she had satisfied those
four very well hung men. She was still obeying every
order, every suggestion without hesitation though.
He said, "Okay, now we are going to try something else.
I want you to suck my cock again and get it nice and
hard. When I am ready I am going to fuck your cunt for
a few minutes and then I'm going to fuck your ass. I
suspect that no one has ever fucked your ass before
sweetheart. Am I right?"
She looked confused and scared. She first shook her
head and then nodded it. Then she said, "Yes you are
right. No one has ever done that."
He smiled and asked, "Done what Sharon?"
She didn't blush, but she looked very uncomfortable
when she said, "Put their...put their penis in my
rectum?"
All four men laughed derisively and the leader said,
"No Sharon, fucked your ass. Say it right."
I could hardly hear her as she said, "No one has ever
fucked my ass."
Sharon and I stared at her image on the television as
she bent down and used her mouth to make the leader of
the gang of four hard again. The man she had just
sucked off in our living room put his soft cock back in
his pants and went over and sat down on the couch. He
was immediately replaced by his companion.
He walked over and stood over her for a second, looking
down at her with tears running down her cheeks and that
terrible, helpless look on her face. He smiled at her
and said, "Before we get started again, why don't we
make you more comfortable. Stand up bitch."
Sharon got to her feet unsteadily and he reached out
and teased her breasts roughly. I thought that he would
begin pulling her clothes off, or order her to undress.
Instead he looked over at me and said, "Get your pussy
ass over here and undress my new cunt. I like my
cocksuckers to be naked."
I thought about refusing. I knew that I would get hurt
if I did but what stopped me was that I assumed that
they would make it harder on Sharon to teach me a
lesson.
I didn't refuse though. It would have been pointless. I
was just as helpless as she was and we all knew it. I
realized that I was actually more afraid of what she
would think of me for not protecting her than I was of
getting hurt. But I was all too aware that I was
helpless. By now I had proven myself unable to take a
stand, unable to protect my wife.
I stood and stepped closer. I avoided everyone's eyes
as I slid Sharon's blouse and bra off together. I
dropped them nearby and then I removed her wide belt
and dropped it on her blouse. I located the button and
the zipper holding her skirt in place and unfastened
them.
Her skirt started to fall on its own but caught on her
slender hips. I pushed it down and then I knelt and
worked her hose and her panties off together. I lifted
her feet one at a time and freed her clothing and added
the rest of it to the pile that sat nearby.
I stood up and started to return to my seat but the
bastard that was about to force Sharon to suck his cock
said, "No, not yet. Give your little wife a kiss first
and tell her you love her. She seems upset about
something."
I heard the other man chuckle as I turned Sharon's face
to mine and kissed her on the lips. I pulled back and
started to tell her that I loved her when the man
slapped the back of my head and said sardonically, "Not
like that you fucking wimp! Slip the bitch some tongue!
Let her know you really love her."
I kissed her again and as my tongue entered her mouth
we were both crying quietly. I kissed her for a long
moment and then I said, "I'm sorry Sharon. I love you.
I do baby. I love you with all of my heart."
He laughed at me and pushed me away. His hand went back
to her breasts and he said, "Okay cunt. You know what
to do."
I returned to my seat and looked back at the television
just in time to see the gang leader pulling his cock
out of Sharon's pussy as she knelt on all fours in
front of him and begin to force it into her virgin back
passage.
She cried out in pain as he forced the head of his
large cock into her without regard to how much pain he
caused her. I heard her whisper to him, "Please, oh
god, please stop. It hurts so much. I can't stand it.
Please, I'll do anything if you just take it out."
He ignored her for a minute as he worked more and more
of his cock into her ass. He finally said, "Don't worry
sweetheart. By the time you leave here tonight this
will be just as easy for you as taking my cock into
your throat. You just have to adjust, get used to it. I
think you will find that if you relax and push back at
me with the muscles in your ass that this will be a lot
easier on you."
When he had his cock a little more than halfway inside
of her he pulled it all the way out and Sharon cried
out in pain and then sighed loudly and thanked him. He
chuckled and said, "Sorry bitch, just getting some more
of that pussy juice. You are pretty dry in there."
He fucked her pussy for a moment and then he pulled out
and started raping her ass again. She cried out again
and her head dropped down onto her arms and she sobbed
loudly as he forced his cock into her.
This time he drove it all the way in and began fucking
her violently as soon as he hit bottom. She continued
to groan in pain and cry out from time to time but he
ignored her as he grabbed her hips in his firm grip and
raped her ass roughly.
No, that isn't true. He wasn't ignoring her. It was
obvious that her cries of pain and her loud sobs were
just what he wanted to hear. At one point he reached
under her and lifted her up on her knees and bounced
her up and down violently on his cock. That caused her
breasts to fly around on her chest and the cameras came
in for close-ups of her face and her breasts. In the
background his three companions could be heard hooting
and making obscene remarks.
After a few moments he let her drop back onto all
fours. He suddenly picked up the pace for a few dozen
strokes and then he tensed up. It was obvious when he
began to shoot his cum into her ass.
He froze in place for almost a minute before he pulled
out of her. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her
long blonde hair. He roughly pulled her around to face
him and said, "Clean that up cunt. Look what you did to
my cock! That's disgusting!"
Sharon sobbed as she took his nasty cock back into her
mouth. But she offered no resistance. She gagged a few
times but she managed to suck his cock clean.
While she was cleaning the first man's cock with her
mouth the second man in the pecking order got up and
stood behind her. He looked down at her abused anus and
said, "God! What a fucking mess. I can't fuck that!"
He looked up at me and then he walked over and gripped
my hair and pulled me out of my chair and around behind
my wife. I gazed down at her abused backside and the
small stream of white cum oozing out of her.
The man holding me by my hair said, "That's nasty. I
want you to be a good boy and get down there and clean
that up for me."
I had not remembered being forced to do that! I suppose
that Sharon probably remembered it. Her memories of
that night were more clear than my own. It must have
been nearly as hard for her to know what I had done as
it was for me to do it. How could she possibly respect
a husband who had eaten another man's cum out of her
ass?
I felt like vomiting as I stared at myself on the
television. That large, violent man had released my
hair and with no more threats, no more orders, without
any apparent hesitation I had leaned down and licked my
wife's anus clean.
When I was done he said, "I don't think you're done
yet. There is probably more in there. Lock your lips
around that thing and see what you can suck out."
Once more I obeyed as if I were totally without a mind
of my own. When I was finished he ordered me to stick
my tongue inside of her and get her nice and wet for
him. I had just started to obey when he pushed me out
of the way with his foot and dropped to his knees
behind her.
Sharon still had the first man's nasty cock in her
mouth as the second one began forcing his cock into her
from behind. It was obvious that it hurt her just as
much this time and she moaned in pain and sobbed loudly
around the cock in her mouth. But she never once tried
to pull away. She was just as much under the influence
of their drugs as I was. Even the terrible pain that
they were inflicting on her didn't change that.
When he had cum in Sharon's ass and finally pulled out
of her I was put back to work cleaning her back passage
while she was forced to suck a second cock clean. That
same rotation continued until all four men had raped
her ass.
By the time the fourth man had cum in her ass she
seemed to have become a bit unresponsive. She wasn't
fighting them. Neither one of us had. We had been
totally compliant right from the start. But she seemed,
I don't know, almost like she was semiconscious.
The last man to fuck her ass knelt in front of her
while I went back to work cleaning her. He placed his
cock at her lips and apparently she wasn't doing a very
good job of cleaning him. He pulled back and slapped
her face twice, quite hard.
She cried out and seemed to become more aware. When he
offered her his cock again she took it into her mouth
and cleaned it eagerly.
Even though I have just watched myself eat the cum of
four men out of Sharon's ass I cannot for the life of
me remember doing it. I remember the taste in my mouth
the following morning. But watching it on that DVD
hadn't jogged my memory. That part is still a blank.
I'm glad. I don't want to be able to remember it. I
wish that they had not made us watch this damned DVD.
It was horrible to see us doing those things, being
humiliated and abused that way.
After Sharon had cleaned the last of them the four men
rested for a while. They didn't show that in the movie.
On television I saw them pause long enough for Sharon
to get them each a drink and get pawed as she served
them. But then the rape started up again right away on
the DVD.
This time, at least in the beginning, it was just for
the cameras, just to humiliate her. They posed with her
in every obscene position that they could think of.
There were several combinations of triple penetrations
and all sorts of double penetrations. Once they had
gotten turned on posing with her in all of those
positions they finished up fucking her a final time
with two double penetrations. The first was one man in
her mouth and one in her vagina.
When those two finished I was forced to clean her
vagina.
The next two men took their last turns of the night in
her anus and her vagina. She was very sore of course
and she cried out as they entered her. She continued to
sob quietly as they rocked her back and forth violently
between them until they had both achieved a final
orgasm.
When they were finished raping her I was forced to
clean her out front and back. By this time though there
was very little of their slimy ejaculate to lick up.
They were all becoming exhausted.
The four men all got comfortable then and made her do
things, nasty things. It was just to humiliate her
further. She sucked their toes and she licked their
asses. A couple of them ordered her to kneel in front
of where they were sitting and lean her head back and
open her mouth and they spit into her mouth repeatedly.
One of them said, "Damn, too bad I already took a leak.
Look at that urinal!"
There was obscene laughter at that.
Just then, back in my living room, the second man
filled Sharon's mouth with cum. After she swallowed he
sat on the couch beside his accomplice and called her
over to him. When she was standing in front of him he
pulled her down and stretched her out across the laps
of both men as they sat side by side on the couch. They
roughly mauled her breasts and her pussy as the scene
changed on the television.
They laughed derisively and made sure that both Sharon
and I were watching as two naked black men entered the
room and took up positions on either side of me. Their
cocks were more average in size than the four men that
had been raping Sharon. I don't know that it made much
difference to me at the time. I still don't remember
anything but that one brief flashback.
One of the men got my attention and ordered me to open
my mouth. I watched now in horror as I complied without
question and that long black cock entered my mouth
easily.
I obviously didn't know what I was doing. It didn't
matter though. He took my head in his hands and just
like the other four men had done with Sharon earlier,
the man held my head and began to pull it towards him
as he thrust his hips, quickly forcing his entire cock
into my mouth and throat.
Just like Sharon, I gagged at first, but I didn't
fight. I sat there with my arms at my side and allowed
this man to fuck my face with the two professional
cameras filming every detail and picking up the
disgusting comments from our four kidnappers.
The first man came in my mouth and as I watched myself
gagging on the screen I felt very much like vomiting in
the present. I saw myself swallowing a mouthful of cum
with great difficulty and then being immediately forced
to perform the same sordid act for the man standing on
the other side of me.
I glanced at Sharon out of the corner of my eye to see
how she was reacting to what she was being forced to
watch. Her eyes looked glazed over. It appeared as
though she had crawled up into her mind and closed the
door after her. I hoped that was the case. God knows
she has suffered enough.
I don't know if they cut a lot of my rape out of the
movie. I suspect that they did. Many of the sex acts to
follow seemed to happen very quickly. And after all,
who the hell wants to watch a man getting raped?
After I swallowed the second man's cum the two black
men pulled me down onto the floor on my hands and knees
and first one and then the other raped my rectum. The
one that was waiting his turn always seemed to wait his
turn with his penis in my mouth.
Another large amount of time must have passed after my
rape because when the next scene started the two black
men that had raped me were now refreshed and about to
rape Sharon. She was forced to suck them both off and
then they both fucked her vaginally. The first one
raped her on her hands and knees but the second man
turned her over and laid her flat on her back. As he
fucked her he grinned down at her and made nasty
comments. In between his running nasty commentary he
would lean down and lap her face like a dog.
When the men were all through raping her and I suppose
that none of them could get it up any more she was
ordered to service the two cameramen. Then she was
ordered to her hands and knees and the dog was brought
in. The dog was a large mixed breed that must have been
trained for this. He seemed to know what he was doing.
He started out licking the cum that was leaking from
her vagina and then he went up on his hind legs and
slid up onto her back. That was when she had gotten
scratched. I saw him wrap his forelegs around her and I
couldn't watch after that.
I thought that would be the end of the movie. I was
wrong. The men rested up a little and then the two that
were with us now in our living room ordered us to
gather up our clothes and the cameramen picked up their
cameras and got more footage as we were taken nude to
the elevators and down to the parking garage. It must
have been early in the morning by then.
We didn't see another soul until we reached the garage.
A car was just pulling in as we crossed the garage to
the SUV. The driver saw us and slowed, then he stopped
and watched as my wife and I, still in the nude,
followed the two men to the Suburban and waited for the
driver to unlock it.
I was made to sit in the front passenger seat while
Sharon sat in the back with one of her rapists. One of
the cameramen climbed into the third row of seats and
continued to record. As we were driven home I was
forced to listen to the loud sloppy blowjob she was
forced to give to one of the rapists.
When we got to our driveway I saw that someone had
already brought our car home from the restaurant and
parked it. We pulled up to the curb and after several
minutes the man that Sharon was sucking off in the
backseat finally came. After he put his cock back in
his pants we were told to take our clothes and carry
them into the house and go straight to bed.
They followed us inside and recorded right up until my
wife and I got in bed.
That was the point at which the movie finally ended. It
had been very long and it had been gut-wrenching to
watch. Our two companions had enjoyed it, but there is
no doubt in my mind that I would have preferred to have
lived with the gaps in my memory than having them
filled in this way. I don't know how Sharon had kept
from losing her mind.
When the movie ended one of the men shut the television
off with the remote control and said, "That's your
copy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did."
The man that had been carrying the attaché case when
they came in pushed Sharon off of his lap and got to
his feet. He picked up his case and as he reached
inside he said, "You can keep the pictures too. I
thought that they came out pretty good for video
captures. I have a set too. I was thinking of framing
some of them."
I looked at him despondently and he just ignored me and
pulled our address book out of his case and tossed it
onto the table. He said, "We made a copy of that of
course. Just in case. But you kids aren't going to give
us any trouble, are you?"
I just glared at him but Sharon squealed in pain and
the other man said in a calm, reasonable voice, "My
friend asked you a question. It was not a rhetorical
question. We want an answer."
Sharon and I both responded meekly. "No, we won't give
you any trouble."
There was a moment of silence and I asked, "What do you
want from us? We don't have any money."
The man with the attaché case responded, "The boss will
fill you in on that when we pick you up tomorrow. Be
ready at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
The men started putting their clothing back in order
and just before they left one of them asked, "Any
questions?"
I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't think at all.
I shook my head and they started to leave when Sharon
called out, "Wait! What do I wear?"
The second man just snickered. The first one said, "It
doesn't matter much. You probably won't have it on for
long."
And then they were gone. Sharon and I sat in silence
for the longest time. The thing we had feared so much
had happened. It was even worse than we had imagined. I
think that we both realized that the worst was yet to
come.
I finally came to my senses and stood up and went over
to Sharon. She was still sitting on the floor with her
hands over her face and crying softly. It broke my
heart to see her like that. I sat down beside her and
asked, "Can I hold you, or would you rather not look at
me after what I've done?"
She looked at me through eyes full of tears and then
she threw herself into my arms and cried for a very
long time. I knew better than to say that everything
would be alright. That would have been a huge lie.
She was still crying quietly fifteen or twenty minutes
later when she whispered, "What did you mean?"
I didn't know what she was talking about. I tried to
think but I drew a blank. I finally asked, "What do you
mean, what did I mean?"
She giggled. She giggled and cried at the same time and
then she said, "What did you mean when you said, 'would
you rather not look at me after what I've done?' What
did you do?"
I responded, "You know what I have done. You remembered
a lot more of it than I did. And now we have it on DVD.
But worse than that, I let them come back and do it
again. I didn't even try to fight them. I didn't even
try to protect you."
She pulled me tighter to her beautiful, naked body and
said, "You silly man! There is nothing you could have
done. I know that. This isn't your fault! I'm the one
that flirted with those men. I was upset with you for
not dancing with me more and I flirted with four big
strong men and tried to make you jealous. Now we are
both suffering for it. I wouldn't blame you if you left
me. In fact, I can't understand why you don't."
My heart nearly stopped at the very idea of life
without her. I exclaimed emphatically, "I would never
leave you. I could never leave you. Sharon I adore you.
It is killing me that I can't protect you from those
animals. I can't understand how you can stand to have
me touch you after what you saw me do, or saw them do
to me. I am not a fighter. I have never hit another
human being in my life. I don't know what to do now.
There has to be some way out of this. Christ! We don't
even know what 'this' is yet! We won't find out until
tomorrow. Maybe it's time to buy a gun."
She looked up at me then and said, "And then what
Mike?! Get yourself killed by those gangsters? Or kill
them and go to jail for the rest of your life?"
I looked at her helplessly and said, "A man should
protect his wife."
She rested her head on my shoulder and said, "Your wife
got you into this."
I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "All you
did was accept his request for a dance."
After a brief pause she said, "No, I accepted his
drinks, his drugged drinks. And I smiled at him and got
all coquettish. I didn't know what I was getting into,
but I knew what I was doing. Now we are both paying for
it."
I held her for a little longer and when she stopped
crying I said, "Come on, let's go take a shower."
For a moment I had forgotten what day it was and even
what time of day it was. Being forced to watch that
DVD, and seeing the things that they did to Sharon
while we watched it had an effect on me that was very
much akin to being hit in the head with a baseball bat.
I was stupefied. It was Friday night and we needed to
get cleaned up and eat something. We had been eating
little or nothing all week and I figured that if we
were going to find some way to fight those thugs we
would need to keep up our strength and stay healthy.
I pulled Sharon to her feet and we went to our room.
While I undressed she went into our bathroom and
brushed her teeth. When I was naked I joined her. I
turned the hot water in the shower on. Our shower
always took an unusually long time to warm up.
While the water ran in the shower I stood behind Sharon
and put my arms around her waist as she brushed her
teeth. She looked at me in the mirror and then looked
down. I knew what she must think of me. I could imagine
the images that flashed through her mind now when she
looked at me. But if there was any way of getting
through this and staying together then I was going to
try. I still loved Sharon more than life itself. The
things I had seen her do, or rather the things that I
had seen those men do to her didn't matter. We just had
to find some way out of this. As long as we stayed
together then this could all be dealt with later.
We took a long hot shower and there was a lot of
touching and kissing and when we were drying off
afterwards we both knew that we were still in love and
that the horrible things that we were being made to do
didn't matter. Well, that isn't quite true. Of course
they mattered. But we would survive them.
We went back to the kitchen in our robes and slippers
and I forced Sharon to sit at the table while I made a
tuna casserole for supper. While the casserole was
baking I suddenly remembered the bottle of alcohol that
someone had given us. One of our friends at work who
didn't know us very well and wasn't aware that we
didn't drink had given us a bottle of whiskey last year
on our anniversary. I looked around and finally found
it under the sink.
I poured us both a small glass of it over ice and it
was terrible. I didn't know what you were supposed to
mix with whiskey to make it palatable but all we had
left was a large bottle of ginger ale so I tried that
and it worked out pretty well. We sat together, holding
hands and sipping Canadian Whiskey and Canada Dry
ginger ale until dinner was ready.
I wouldn't want to make a habit of it, but it really
seemed to help.
We didn't talk. There wasn't much that we could say. We
were both embarrassed by what our partner had seen us
doing on that movie. But at least we seemed to be able
to look each other in the eye now.
When the timer went off in our quiet house to signal
that supper was ready we both jumped like there had
been a gun shot. Then we looked at each other and
laughed.
I got up and took the casserole out of the oven and got
out some plates and flatware. We picked at our suppers
but I forced myself to eat at least some of it and I
insisted that Sharon eat as well.
I cleaned up the kitchen after we ate and then I made
us another drink. We took our drinks into the living
room and sat on the couch. Sharon's clothes were still
lying where I had dropped them when I undressed her for
our two visiting rapists after work today. We glanced
at them but tried not to think about what they
signified.
I held her in my arms and after a long time she said,
"That must be what it's all about, what they did to us
already. They don't want money and they don't want
classified information. They want to humiliate us and
rape us. It must be just a game to them."
I thought about what she said and while I didn't doubt
for a second that they were enjoying themselves I
didn't think that was the explanation for what they
were doing to us. This had not been a spur of the
moment thing just for them to get their jollies. They
were organized and practiced and there were too many
people involved. I thought that there must be some sort
of profit motive involved in what they were doing. All
of the nasty and degrading possibilities that came to
mind were too horrible to contemplate. So I didn't
mention my suspicions to Sharon.
I got up to make us another drink after our glasses had
sat empty for a half an hour or so. The alcohol did
seem to be helping us to cope a little better. I came
back into the living room with our drinks and after I
handed Sharon her drink I went over to take that DVD
out of the player.
As I was taking it out she said in a dull voice, "That
DVD. Oh god Mike. The DVD! You don't suppose...?"
Yes, that was one of the things that I did suppose. I
feared that that was exactly what they had in mind for
us, or for her. I just looked at her and she saw in my
face that I was afraid she was right. Last Saturday
they had had two cameramen and two black men on call
and ready to make a movie and they had access to the
surveillance cameras in the club. Come to think of it,
those shots from the club were much to clear to be from
surveillance cameras. That club must be an important
part of their plan. They probably did this all of the
time.
Sharon got up and turned on the television and put the
DVD back in the player. I stared at her in disbelief
until I was finally able to speak.
"What are you doing?!" I asked incredulously.
She turned to me and said, "This damn DVD is probably
for sale. It is probably already available on the
internet and in some nasty little porn shop somewhere.
I need to see what they are seeing."
"Are you sure Sharon?" I asked. "Can you really stand
to watch that again?"
She looked at me with a funny look on her face and
said, "I had better fucking get used to it, hadn't I? I
can't spend the rest of the time that I am in the
clutches of these monsters crying and whining and going
into shock. I need to see it."
I went out to the kitchen and brought the bottle of
whiskey and the ginger ale in and put them on the
table. I sat down and Sharon sat beside me and I held
her in my arms while we watched the DVD again.
We didn't watch all of it. We skipped the parts with me
and the two black men and the part with Sharon and the
dog.
Sharon shocked me when we got to the part where she was
finishing up her fourth oral rape and she said quietly,
"Well, I wouldn't want to do it again, but at least I
learned how to be a good cocksucker."
I am pretty certain that I have never heard her say
that word before! Her tone when she spoke was partly
sarcastic, but I had the impression that she actually
meant it! I couldn't see her face. She was sitting with
her back to me, nestled in my arms. But it really
sounded as if she was happy that she had learned how to
perform oral sex like a slut.
I will admit that the blowjob she gave me last night
was the best that I have ever had. I enjoyed it
immensely. But nothing was worth what she went through
that night, or this evening.
I decided to keep my mouth shut and stay out of
trouble. I just kissed the top of her head and sat
there quietly as the DVD played on.
When it was all over we went to bed and even after what
we had been through this evening she wanted to make
love. I would have thought that if anyone would have
found that DVD even slightly erotic it would have been
me. Well, maybe not me, but some men would get off on
that kind of thing. I was finding it impossible to
believe that Sharon would get aroused by it.
When she turned over in bed after the lights were out
and started kissing me and running her hands down my
chest towards my penis I was astounded.
We had gone to bed naked again. We didn't discuss it
after last night. We just did it without thinking. It
turns out that we both enjoyed the freedom of sleeping
in the nude.
As her hand moved purposefully down and began to gently
tease my twitching and growing sex organ I stopped
kissing her and asked, "Sharon, are you sure? I would
have thought that you would never want to be touched by
a man again after what you have been through."
My eyes had begun to adjust to the dark and I saw her
shrug her shoulders. Then she said quietly, "I don't
understand it myself. I do hate what they did to me,
what they made both of us do. I think I kind of have
the feeling that I need to make sure that you still
love me and that you still want me after all of that."
I kissed her and said, "I told you Sharon, you never
have to wonder about that. I'm the one that has that
fear. After you have seen the things that they made me
do, after I have failed totally as a husband to protect
you, and after you have seen how my cock compares to
all of those others I would think that you would feel
nothing for me now but something between distaste and
disgust. I certainly feel nothing but contempt for
myself right now."
Sharon pushed me over onto my back and climbed up on
top of me and almost yelled, "Don't you ever say that!
Don't talk like that ever again! I adore you! You are
the most loving, most understanding, most perfect
husband a woman could ever want. I will always want
you, always! This, this mess that we are in, this is my
fault. I brought those men down on us and maybe I don't
deserve everything that they are doing to me but if
anyone is responsible for it it's me! Of course you
can't fight those men. I don't expect you to. I didn't
marry you because you resembled Arnold Schwarzenegger.
I married you because you were kind and intelligent and
understanding. I didn't want to tell you this but I
always thought that you were just a little bit more
evolved than most of the people that I know. You are
the perfect man. If you weren't you would have walked
out on me after last Saturday. Oh Michael, I am so
sorry about all of this. Please don't ever feel like
you should do something. Those men are vicious. They
would hurt you and I couldn't stand that. We'll find
some way out of this. If we don't they'll get tired of
me eventually or if it gets too bad then we can start
talking about doing something drastic. But for now I
just need you to love me. Now god damn it, shut up and
fuck me!"
I held her tight and hugged her and laughed. I kissed
her and said, "Jesus! You've certainly developed quite
the potty mouth lately! Okay bitch, I'll fuck you. But
first I'm going to eat that sweet cunt of yours."
We both laughed as I pushed her off of me. I leaned
over her and kissed her passionately and then I kissed
my way down her sexy little body. She had always been
receptive to being made love to this way, but I really
got the feeling that she was feeling much more abandon
this time. She really seemed to be opening up after
what had happened to her. I found that very difficult
to understand. It had been my impression that women who
became victims of sexual assaults shut themselves off
and became unable to open up to their husbands or
lovers. It seemed to be having the opposite effect on
her. I wasn't going to question it too much though. She
had obviously come a long way since Monday when she was
talking about seeing a counselor.
I kissed my way down to her little patch of soft blonde
pubic hair and nestled in between her legs. She was
very wet. When I kissed her mound she moaned in
pleasure and not long after I started to move my tongue
inside of her and tease her with it she grabbed my hair
and held on and began to quietly mumble, "Oh yes Mike.
I love that. That feels so good. Oh fuck! Yes, that's
it baby, right there!"
I couldn't believe it but she was about to have an
orgasm. She had never achieved orgasm this quickly
before! I turned my attention to her clit and she
screamed right out loud and pulled my hair until there
was tears in my eyes. But I kept attacking her clit,
licking and sucking and nibbling at it lightly until
she screamed again and then pushed me away.
I lifted my head and blew softly on her pussy as she
lay there panting and gasping and slowly unclenching
all of her muscles. It was fascinating to watch. I
couldn't help wondering if that DVD had actually
aroused her. Some of those, no, most of those rapes had
been very brutal. There had never been any indication
that she was turned on by that kind of thing. I didn't
say anything, but I was going to be watching her
closely for a while.
Sharon lifted my head and smiled down at me and said,
"That was the best ever Mike. God I love you! Thanks
baby. How do you want it? Would you like to fuck me or
would you like me to suck your cock?"
That was another thing that I was noticing. She had
never used the words fuck and cock in her life as far
as I can tell. She was using them now and it didn't
even seem like she was aware of it.
I crawled up beside her and said, "If you aren't too
tired I would really like another one of those
fantastic blowjobs."
She grinned and said, "My pleasure baby. Any time, any
place, all you have to do is ask. I love sucking your
cock."
Cool! Well, I mean it was totally out of character for
her, but what man wouldn't like to hear that sentence
come from his wife's mouth?
After my initial, and I suppose typical male response,
I found myself worrying about the changes that Sharon
was going through because of the horrible things that
were happening. I didn't doubt for a second that I
would continue to love her no matter how she changed.
But despite the exciting skills she was developing I
already missed my sweet, demure young wife. Her newly
developing language skills were so out of character for
her. I'm not sure how I feel about that change.
On the other hand, she was dealing with what seemed to
me to be an intolerable situation much better than I
would have guessed that she could. If she can get
through this with her sanity and the only side effect
is this new vocabulary she is exhibiting then that will
be fine with me.
My main concern is that we survive. I still cringe when
I remember how she was last Sunday. I was really afraid
that she wasn't going to come around after what had
happened to us. But after the abuse she had received
this afternoon when we came home from work and they
made us watch that DVD while she was forced once more
to suck those two men off I think that she may have
reached some sort of mental compromise with herself. If
that's what it takes then it's fine with me.
That was about as far as I got on that train of thought
before Sharon had licked and kissed her way down my
body to my crotch. My mind went blank as her tongue
moved over my balls and after licking and kissing them
for a few minutes she licked her way up my cock. For
just a second I felt a little self-conscious as I
thought about how I compared to those large cocks that
she had recently been introduced to. But that
disturbing thought was driven from my mind by the
pleasure as her lips wrapped around my hard shaft and
slid all of the way down. She slid her lips down slowly
and the effect was incredible. It felt like my cock was
sinking into a soft, wet, warm vagina.
Until last Saturday, Sharon would, with much less
enthusiasm than she exhibited now, take my cock into
her mouth. But she never took more than about two
inches of it and it was always apparent that it made
her uncomfortable. I don't mean to say that she
purposefully made it less pleasant, less exciting than
it could have been. I still enjoyed those few minutes
that she would hold my cock in her mouth and move her
lips up and down, carefully avoiding touching me with
her tongue any more than necessary.
Now though, her mouth engulfed my entire organ and she
used her tongue wantonly and moaned in pleasure. I
never imagined that it could be like this! This was
incredible. And now I didn't have to worry that I would
lose control and ejaculate in her mouth. She wanted me
to! She was working hard to get me to cum in her mouth!
I may hate the situation we now found ourselves in, but
damn! I couldn't complain about this.
Until recently I used to pride myself on my ability to
prolong our lovemaking. Not so much oral sex, but
intercourse. I was always careful to make sex as
pleasant for her as possible and I always made sure
that she had an orgasm when we had sex.
But this new trick she had learned was more than I
could stand. I doubt if I lasted five minutes again
this time. The sensations she caused with her mouth
were like nothing I had ever experienced before. But I
think what was even more exciting was her new attitude
about what she was doing. She honestly seemed to be
enjoying it as much as I did when I ate her pussy, and
I loved eating her pussy.
Just as I was about to fill her mouth with cum she
reached under me and pressed her finger against my
anus. She didn't enter me, but the pressure at that
crucial time put me right over the edge. No one had
ever touched me there before, at least not until those
black men raped me last Saturday. However, unlike that
evening, this was incredibly exciting and as soon as
her finger touched me I totally lost control.
I opened my eyes after my orgasm passed and looked down
to see Sharon looking up at me and smiling with her
mouth still holding my cum. She swallowed slowly and
then bent down and licked up a last drop of cum from
the end of my dick. Then she slid up my body, caressing
me with her breasts as she worked her way up and then
kissed me passionately.
I could taste my cum on her lips but for some reason it
didn't bother me at all. I suppose for the same reason
that it no longer bothered her. The things that we had
been made to do lately had inured me to that taste. I
had the fleeting thought that it was quite likely I
would taste a lot more of it in the near future. It was
a good thing that I was getting used to it.
We cuddled up and went to sleep remarkably quickly
considering what was hanging over our heads tomorrow
morning.
When I woke up the next morning Sharon was sitting up
in bed. The covers were down around her waist and she
was naked from the waist up. I watched her for a few
minutes before she realized that I was awake. She was
sitting there staring at her hands absently, not really
seeing them. I wasn't sure if she was sitting there
worrying about what was going to happen to her today or
if she was trying hard to keep her mind blank and avoid
worrying about it.
She finally realized that I was awake and she gave me a
nervous smile and said, "Good morning."
I smiled back and reached out and held one of her hands
and squeezed it gently. I brought it to my lips and
kissed it and said, "I wish I could say something
reassuring. I wish I could protect you. I'm sorry
Sharon. I guess I'm not much of a husband."
She stopped smiling and in a loud, forceful voice she
said, "If you ever say that again I will slap you! We
have already discussed this. We are both victims in
this and we both know that it is my fault."
She slid back down in the bed beside me and put her
arms around my neck and said, "I don't expect you to
reassure me or protect me from those people. There is
nothing that either of us can do. Just hold me and
promise me that when this is all over you will still
want to be with me."
I pulled her close and kissed her and I said, "You know
that will never change. I love you so much. I did right
from the start. I fell in love with you on our first
date. You are so pretty and so sexy and so smart. I
don't have a clue why you chose me, but you're trapped
now. I'm not ever going to let you go."
She nestled her face in between my neck and my shoulder
and in a voice so small I almost couldn't hear her she
said, "Not even if you have to watch me with animals or
any of the other terrible things they might do to me?
Oh god Mike! I'm so scared."
"I know baby," I responded. "I'm scared too. Not for
me, I'm scared for you. I can't tell you don't be
scared or don't worry or it will be okay. But I can
promise you that you don't have to worry about one
thing. I will always love you. I will love you no
matter what they do to you or to me. That isn't ever
going to change."
We held each other tightly without speaking for a long
time. Finally I said, "We better go have some
breakfast. We haven't been eating much lately and I
suspect that you will need your strength."
She shook her head and said, "No honey. I can't eat. I
just want some coffee. Maybe a little valium on the
side would be nice."
She was joking of course. She had to be held down and
forced to take a Tylenol when she was in pain. She
hated to take pills. The only pill she took without
being coerced was her birth control pill.
We got up and put our robes on and went out to the
kitchen. I tried to make coffee but she pushed me out
of the way and said, "I'll do that. I can't just sit
there. Not now. Do you want something to eat?"
I shook my head. I wasn't hungry either. I grabbed the
cream and sugar and put them on the table while she
made coffee. I sat down then and watched her move
around the kitchen, making the coffee and getting out a
couple of cups. Her hands seemed reasonably steady, but
I could tell that she was scared.
We sat together at the kitchen table and we each had a
couple of cups of coffee. We didn't talk much. For the
most part we just stared at the hands of the clock that
seemed to be moving so damned quickly towards two
o'clock. We did manage a light lunch at about eleven-
thirty.
At one o'clock we went and took a shower together. We
took our time and made it a romantic shower. There was
a lot of touching and kissing. Then we dried off and
went into the bedroom.
Sharon went into her closet while I was getting dressed
and came out with a strange look on her face. I stopped
what I was doing and looked at her and she asked, "What
does a woman wear to a rape Mike?"
If it wasn't so pitiful I might have laughed. I said,
"Something I don't like. That way it's no big deal if
it's damaged."
She responded, "Okay, that makes sense. Go pick out
something that you don't like."
I went into her closet. I knew without even having to
think about it what I was going to pick. She had a
matronly dress that I absolutely hated. The dress was
thick and plain and reached to half way between her
knees and her ankles. It looked like something that my
grandmother would wear.
I brought it out and she smiled and said, "How did I
know that you were going to pick that one!"
I smiled and handed it to her and she asked, "What
about underwear?"
That took some thought. On the one hand, she didn't
want to wear any of her nice things. I thought about
not wearing any but that might be the wrong signal to
send to those men. We decided on a plain white bra and
panty with no lace, no decorations at all. They were
both substantial and far too matronly for a very
attractive, twenty-three year old woman.
She dressed and put on a pair of flats and we went out
to the living room to wait. Rapists three and four
returned right on time. They came to the door and when
I let them in they looked Sharon over. When he saw what
Sharon was wearing rapist number four said, "You have
to be kidding!"
Rapist number three chuckled and said, "No, that's
okay. I think that's perfect. I think the guys are
gonna get a kick out of it."
He told her to turn around and when she had he asked,
"What are you wearing under it?"
Sharon described her underwear to him.
He grinned and said, "Show me."
She lifted the skirt and showed him her panties and
then she unbuttoned her dress and exposed her bra.
He chuckled again and said, "Perfect! Now, go back to
your room and take those shoes off and come back with
your highest heels on."
Sharon walked away, buttoning her dress back up as she
went. While she was gone I said, "She doesn't wear high
heels. Her highest ones are only about an inch."
Rapist number three said, "Then they will have to do.
She will be dressing a lot differently pretty soon
anyway."
Sharon was back in two minutes with her highest heels.
They were, as I had guessed, one inch heels.
When she returned to the room the men turned and went
back outside with us following behind. I locked the
front door and rapist three took my keys and handed
them to rapist four without a word. Then we followed
them to their SUV.
They let us sit together in the back and we held hands
and stared out the window as we were driven through
town and arrived at a strip club on the other side of
town. As we pulled up in front of the place Sharon
squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. Then she let my hand
go and held her fingers over her temples for a couple
of seconds.
It was still early and the club wasn't open yet. The
parking lot was almost empty. We parked by the door and
I noticed that Sharon stumbled briefly as we got out.
Rapist four grabbed her and steadied her for a second,
then released her and Sharon and I followed rapist
number three inside with rapist number four following
behind.
It was dark and musty inside. There was an attractive
young woman on the stage practicing some kind of erotic
dance. There was a man on stage with her choreographing
her dance. He was instructing her in the most vulgar
terms as she attempted to move her body as he demanded.
He sounded exasperated. I assumed that the girl he was
trying to instruct did not take to exotic dancing
easily.
I looked away and followed rapist three through the bar
and into an office in the back. The office was
surprisingly large and plush. The main room that we had
just passed through was what you might expect of an
old, run-down strip club, though I had never been in
one and couldn't say for sure. The office, on the other
hand, was almost opulent by comparison.
Rapists one and two were in the office as we entered.
Rapist one was behind the desk, as if to confirm our
suspicions that he was the man in charge. There was a
bank of video monitors behind him and most of one wall
was one way glass, permitting a view of the entire main
room of the strip joint.
We were led to a large leather sofa and pushed back
onto it roughly. The man behind the desk was watching
us and grinning.
He got up and came around his desk and leaned back
against it and looked down at us. He chuckled and said,
"You sure are a snappy dresser Sharon. I bet your
underwear is just as sexy as your dress, isn't it?"
Sharon's voice quivered slightly but she answered, "I
was told that I wouldn't be wearing my clothing for
very long. I didn't see any point in dressing well."
I heard rapist number two say, "She got you there
Jeff."
The leader, Jeff, replied, "Yeah Chuck, but I can
promise that I'm going to get her in the end."
All four of them laughed at that.
He turned his attention back to Sharon and said, "I
heard from Ron and Gene that you remembered how to suck
cocks the way we taught you. That's good. I'm glad to
see that you can be trained. You are going to find that
you have a lot to learn."
After a pause he said, "I suppose that you are
wondering what is going to happen to you."
He didn't wait for a response. He said, "Did you see
that women on stage when you came in? She and all the
other women that work here are all here for the same
reason that you are. They don't have any choice. I save
a fortune on overhead that way. I get a handful of
pretty young women by the short and curlies like I did
you and your husband. They come in here and they work
for free. They serve drinks, they dance and put on
shows, they give lap dances and they put out and it's
all pure profit."
"And when they aren't in here being nice to my
customers," he continued, "they are over at another
place I own making little movies for me. Nice, sexy
movies like the one you made last weekend."
He stared down at us with an arrogant, gloating look on
his face and then he said, "You are going to have a
hard time of it for a while Sharon. You're a pretty
little thing. You are going to be very popular,
especially while you still have that hunted look in
your eyes. Men like that. It turns them on, especially
in here. This is a private club and our members are
screened carefully. We only accept new members when
they are referred to us by a current member and vouched
for strongly. All of our members are aware of the fact
that the girls are working here against their will and
that they hate it. My customers wouldn't have it any
other way."
"Oh, and besides working here and making movies we also
have little parties from time to time where you will
have to entertain. You know what I mean by entertain,
right?"
Sharon's face was white. He had just confirmed all of
our worst fears. She shuddered and then she nodded her
head.
He saw her fear, it was obvious. I saw him staring at
her face and I couldn't help noticing that he was
getting a hard on just from looking at the fear she
couldn't help showing.
He ordered her to stand up and then he ordered me to
stand up and undress her. I got to my feet and my hands
were shaking as I started to turn her to face me. He
stopped me and told me to stand behind her and undress
her.
I moved up behind her and I could see all four men
watching in amusement as once again I undressed my wife
for the pleasure of other men. It didn't take nearly
long enough to remove the three garments that she was
wearing. When she was down to just her shoes, Jeff
picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. When
someone answered he said, "She'll be coming out in a
minute. Get the camera ready."
Then he hung up and said, "Sharon, there is a
convenience store a couple of doors down from here. I
need a pack of gum. I want you to go outside and turn
to your left. Go down to that convenience store and get
me some gum."
Sharon stared at him in disbelief for a second and he
suddenly yelled, "Don't make me repeat myself bitch!
Go!"
She turned to me and started to ask me for some money
but he suddenly slapped her hard on the butt and said,
"Are you going or do I need to call the dog handlers?"
She turned to face him and in a voice shaking with
terror she said, "I don't have any money!"
He laughed and said, "Then you better work something
out when you get there." He raised his hand as if to
slap her and she cringed and turned to leave.
We all watched her rush out and we stared through the
one way glass as she rushed through the club wearing
only her shoes. She hesitated at the door that led
outside. After a short pause I saw her suddenly step
outside and disappear.
Jeff turned back to me. He said, "I suppose that you
are wondering what you are doing here. Well, first, it
amuses me and my customers to torment my playthings in
front of their husbands. That's why I always pick
married women. You will be helping out and co-starring
in the movies when she is working at the studio. And
when she is working here at the club you will be on
duty at the door to her cubicle taking money from her
clients and watching her as she works the floor. I will
have people watching you to make sure that you keep
watching."
I kept glancing nervously at the door, watching for
Sharon to return. It seemed to be taking a very long
time.
Jeff chuckled and said, "You are probably wondering how
long you will be forced to be my toys. Well, that
varies. It depends on how much fun I am having fucking
with you and of course how much money you are making
for me is an important factor. But to be honest, I have
lots of money now. I don't do this so much for the
money anymore as I do it because it turns me the fuck
on to have an attractive young yuppie couple to play
with. I saw where you were looking earlier. You saw me
getting a hard on when I was looking at the fear in
your pretty little wife's face. When I am done fucking
around with you, when you begin to bore me, then you
will be able to go back to your boring little lives
only a little the worse for wear. If that's what you
want."
He ordered me to go to the bar and get the four of them
a drink. No one asked for anything in particular so I
assumed that the bartender would know what they drank
and I left without even asking them what they wanted.
I saw the guy behind the bar watching me approach start
making drinks. I stood at the bar waiting while he
watched me with an evil grin plastered on his face. He
placed the drinks on a tray but didn't hand it to me
right away. He was a big guy. He looked a lot like the
stereotypical biker. He had tattoos all up and down his
arms and on his neck. His neck was nearly as big around
as my waist.
He leaned towards me and said, "I love it when you
pansies and your wives come in on your first day.
That's always the most fun. I'm going to fuck her too
you know. Every guy that works here is going to fuck
her, not just most of the customers. By the time the
boss gets tired of her ass she will probably have
fucked a couple of hundred men. Not just once either.
They are going to keep coming back in to fuck her
again. Hell, she's a looker. She could end up fuckin'
twice that many guys! She looked like she had a tight
cunt too. I could tell by the way she walked. I'm
really going to enjoy sticking my dick in her and
fucking her in front of you."
I didn't say anything. There wasn't anything that I
could say. I just waited until he placed the tray on
the bar and as I was walking away he said, "You have a
pretty cute ass too. I just might fuck you one of these
days when I'm feeling real horny, faggot!"
I shuddered in fear and revulsion and carefully carried
the tray back to the office. I went around and offered
the tray to each of the four rapists and they took
their drinks and went back to the conversation they
were having when I walked in. It didn't seem to have
anything to do with me or Sharon so I just ignored them
and my mind tried to digest the things that Jeff had
told me. It was even worse than we had imagined. Maybe
it was time to consider some kind of drastic action
after all.
Just then I saw movement and looked up to see Sharon
come rushing in the front door. She hesitated inside
the door of the club and then walked quickly back
towards the office with her head down, avoiding eye
contact with anyone else in the room.
She came in through the office door and went to Jeff
and handed him a pack of gum. He looked at it and said,
"This is the wrong kind. I wanted..."
He saw the expression on Sharon's face and he broke out
laughing so hard that he couldn't finish his sentence.
He and his three accomplices laughed heartily for a
long time before he said, "Never mind. I suppose this
will do."
Sharon sighed deeply and Jeff said, "How did it go?"
Sharon had studiously avoided looking at me since she
got back with the gum. She kept her head down and
answered, "It was humiliating. It was horrible, just
like you knew it would be. That's why you sent me out
there, to humiliate me."
He smiled and said, "That's true, in a round-about way.
I sent you out there because humiliating you turns me
the fuck on. Now tell me what happened."
Sharon responded, "I went out and went down to the
store you sent me to. When I went in there were several
men inside waiting in line to pay for something or
looking around. They saw me come in and they all stared
at me as I went and got in line. A man came over and
got in line behind me and started playing with my ass
as I waited my turn. I tried to bat his hand away but
he kept putting it back and finally I just gave up. The
son of a bitch played with my ass until it was my turn
to be waited on."
She paused while the four men chuckled and then she
continued. "When I finally got up to the counter I
discovered that the clerk was a Muslim and he called me
a bunch of dirty names and refused to let me have a
pack of gum. One of the men that was crowded around me
said, 'I'll get you a pack of gum little lady, for a
price.' I figured that was what you had in mind so I
shook my head. He bought a pack of gum and put it in
his pocket and then he grabbed my arm and led me out to
his pickup truck. He climbed into the cab of his truck
and put his seat back and I had to stand in the parking
lot and lean in and suck his cock while he squeezed my
nipples as if he was trying to take them home with him.
While I was sucking him someone else came up behind me
and fucked me from behind. I don't know who. He
finished fucking me and left before I ever saw him.
Then the guy in the truck came and after I swallowed
his cum he gave me the gum. Then he patted my head and
drove off laughing."
Jeff laughed and said, "I can't wait to see the film.
Now get down on your knees where you fucking belong,
cunt!"
Sharon dropped to her knees in front of him and he
unfastened his belt and opened his pants and pulled his
big cock out and waved it around. Then he said, "Here
girl!" as if calling a dog.
Sharon moved closer and took his cock into her mouth.
The blowjobs that she had given me didn't keep her in
practice for swallowing that large organ of his, but
she had gotten some practice yesterday with rapists
three and four, Ron and Gene, so she didn't have too
much trouble taking his big cock down her throat.
At least this time they weren't so rough on her. As she
went around to each of the four men in the room in the
same order as last time they just sat back and let her
do all the work. It took her about forty or fifty
minutes to get them all off.
Jeff waited until she was done, watching her nude body
at work, and then he said, "You two go out front now. I
want you to go to the bar and give the bartender,
Danny, a shot at you. Then he'll have one of the girls
take you to your cubicle and tell you what will be
happening to you tonight. When you have that straight
then you can fill her in on our little conversation
Mike. Go on, get out."
I stood up and grabbed Sharon's clothes and we went out
to the bar. I saw a half dozen or more couples getting
the tables ready for the club to open. The women were
all naked and they were all very attractive. Some of
them looked up when we entered the room but looked away
quickly.
Danny saw us coming and he got that evil smile back on
his face. He directed me to sit on a barstool and he
lifted up a section of the bar and pulled Sharon in
behind the bar with him. He pulled her to the section
of the bar in front of me and bent her over the bar.
Her face was right in front of me. She finally looked
up at me with a look of desperation that tore my heart
out.
I heard the bartender dropping his pants and I saw
Sharon jump as his hands started roaming over her body.
She jumped again and grunted and I knew that he had
entered her from behind. He started fucking her slowly
at first and all the while he was staring me right in
the face. As he fucked her he started commenting on how
much he liked her body and how hot and wet her cunt was
and how he couldn't wait until he had more time so that
he could plow her ass while I held her head in my arms
and kissed her. He explained that he wasn't much into
foreplay so that would be my job.
Then he said, "I'm really enjoying this faggot, but I
have to get back to work so why don't you go ahead and
give your hot ass wife a nice sexy kiss while I fill
her cunt with cum."
I leaned town and Sharon turned her head up to kiss me.
I saw that her cheeks were wet with tears and it made
me want to cry. I thought that would just make it worse
for her though, so I forced myself to keep it under
control. We kissed lightly on the lips at first and
then I felt her tongue come out and tease my lips. I
was surprised, but I met her tongue with my own and the
kiss became more passionate as the time passed. It was
getting harder to maintain mouth to mouth contact
because the bartender was fucking her violently now,
but I reached up and held her head in my hands gently
and we kissed until he swore obscenely and forced his
cock into her several more times with incredible
violence.
He finally pulled his cock out of her and grabbed a
handful of her hair. He pulled her face down and I
heard her sucking his cock clean as he stood their
smiling at me, enjoying the pain on my face. He let her
up finally and said, "You look jealous faggot. Maybe
next time I'll let you suck my cock clean after I fuck
your wife."
I probably disappointed him when I didn't react,
because he turned away immediately and looked around
the room. I followed his gaze and saw that there were
now a dozen young women and their husbands in the room.
They were all studiously ignoring what was happening at
the bar.
Danny yelled out, "Hey! Kelly! Come get this cunt and
take her to her room. Make sure you tell her the facts
of life."
I didn't know what time it was now or what time this
place opened. I could see that it was almost in
readiness though. The chairs were all off the tables
and everything was clean. The women were going around
lighting the candles on the tables. I noticed that they
all looked nervous and uncomfortable. Some of them even
looked fearful, including Kelly.
Kelly came over and said, "Come with me." Then she
turned and walked away.
We followed her to the back of the large room. The back
wall had more than a dozen small doorways with a gauzy
curtain hanging on a rod for what little privacy that
might provide. Kelly led us to the first room, the one
closest to the tables where the customers would be
sitting. We stepped inside and I saw a small cot which
took up most of the space in the cubicle. There was a
washstand and on a shelf under it there was a stack of
small, folded towels and underneath that a plastic pail
for the used towels. The only other thing in the room
was a straight chair in the corner.
The little cubicle was so narrow that I could stand in
the center and stretch my arms out and almost touch
both walls.
Kelly invited us to sit on the bed but in a very
despondent voice Sharon said, "I need to clean up."
Kelly poured a little water from a pitcher into the
bowl on the washstand and handed Sharon a small
washcloth. She blushed at having to perform such a
personal task in front of me and a girl she had never
met before, but she cleaned herself as well as she
could and then sat down.
I, in the meantime, struggled to avoid staring at
Kelly's beautiful body. I would have been embarrassed
if either of them had caught me enjoying her nudity.
Things were bad enough around here without me acting
like one of the customers.
Kelly sat in the straight chair and said, "Just so you
know, all of these cubicles are wired for sound and
have several hidden cameras filming everything we do in
them."
Sharon nodded. I just sat there numbly and tried to
listen. I didn't even try to spot the cameras. Of
course they would be filming!
Kelly said, "We all work here for the same reason. We
got drugged one night while we were out with our
husbands and performed any number of outrageous sex
acts with the four men in the front office and varying
numbers of their friends and pets. I can see that you
are aware of how that works."
We nodded and waited for her to continue.
She looked just as despondent as we were.
"First of all," Kelly said, "I know how you must feel,
but there is hope. You are here because they got tired
of one of the girls and let her and her husband go last
week."
"After how long?" I asked.
She sighed deeply and said, "Almost eight months."
Sharon and I looked at each other. Eight months! There
was no way we could put up with this for that long!
Kelly said, "I have to tell you what your jobs are and
what the rules are." She looked at me and said, "Your
job, unless somebody tells you something different, is
to stand outside of that door and take money from the
men that want to have sex with your wife." She pointed
to a small sign on the wall and said, "There is the
menu of services she has to provide and the price for
each service."
I looked at the price list. I was to charge the men
that wanted to use my wife twenty-five dollars for a
blowjob, forty dollars for vaginal sex and seventy-five
dollars for anal sex.
Kelly said, "I would strongly advise you not to hold
out any of the money. They don't have a sense of humor
and like I said, everything you do is being recorded."
She continued, "There will be other men who get to have
sex with you. They will have a special token from the
boss. They get to do whatever they want."
She turned to me and said, "If you know what's good for
you, you don't come in here when she is with a customer
unless the customer orders you to. I don't care if she
starts screaming bloody murder. You stand outside that
door and try to pretend that she is screaming in
pleasure."
She looked at me to make sure I was paying attention
and then she turned her attention back to Sharon and
went on.
"For the first week you will be serving drinks when you
aren't in here with a customer. You will also be giving
lap dances to the guys out front. If a guy wants a lap
dance you take his money, it costs twenty dollars, and
you straddle him and rub your tits in his face and your
pussy on his cock and let him do any damn thing he
wants with his hands. This is not so much a strip club
as a whore house with dancing. The rules aren't the
same. At least so I'm told. I've never been to a strip
club."
Sharon said, "We haven't either."
Kelly shrugged and said, "While you are out there
serving drinks you are going to be pawed all night. All
you can do is let them. You can't say no to anyone in
here. If they do something that is against the rules
you have to let them. Whatever it is it's between them
and management. You just do what any man tells you all
night long."
"In a week or two, there's no set time, that guy you
saw giving Beverly her dance lesson when you came in
will teach you a dance routine or some other act that
they will want you to perform every night. Once you
have had a couple of days to practice it you will be
required to dance on stage a couple of times a night.
Not all of us get to dance. Some of the shows are worse
than that."
"I should warn you, in case Jeff didn't tell you. The
customers in here are regulars. This is a private club
and they are all members. They come in all the time.
They know that we are here against our will and they
love it. They love it even more when a new girl comes
in and I can promise you, especially as pretty as you
are, you are going to get fucked half to death in the
next couple of weeks. Oh yeah, speaking of fucking, the
wearing of condoms is left up to the customer. You
aren't even allowed to say the word. I have been here a
little more than two months now and I haven't seen one
yet."
Sharon asked, "Do we have to come here every night?"
Kelly said, "No. You will get a schedule. Usually you
work here five nights a week. But then there are the
movies or the parties. Sometimes you go make a movie or
work a party instead of working here. Party is just
another way of saying gangbang in case there was any
confusion in your minds about that. But sometimes they
make you come in on your day off to make a movie or do
a party."
"What about my job?" Sharon asked.
Kelly replied, "They normally leave us alone when we
are supposed to be at our day jobs. You'll be going to
work tired from now on because you'll be getting home
so late. But they usually leave our jobs out of this.
They are going to make you wear nothing but slut
clothes from now on, even to work. I don't know what
kind of work you do or how that will affect your job."
"There are exceptions. Sometimes something comes up and
they make us call in sick and sometimes you are so sore
the next day that you can't work, unless you have an
easy job. I have had to call in sick a couple of
times."
"In the next day or two they will have one of us girls
take you shopping. It is going to be a terrible
experience. There will be a cameraman following along
and you will have to try on a lot of slutty clothes and
even smuttier underwear, usually with the fitting room
door held wide open. One of the places that we always
get taken is to an adult book store that sells slutty
clothes. I heard a rumor that Jeff owns that too but I
can't say for sure. The place doesn't have a changing
room. You try on clothes and demonstrate sex toys right
in the middle of a store full of horny old men. I'll
let you imagine what that leads to."
Kelly said, "I think that's about it. Do either of you
have any questions?"
Sharon asked, "What about the movies? What do they do
with them?"
Kelly responded, "They have a list of private buyers
for them. They aren't for sale to the general public or
posted on the internet or anything. That's the upside.
The downside is that from time to time we have to
service the men on the buyer list. They see a movie and
get the hots for one of us and call up Jeff. Jeff works
it all out and we have to go entertain one of his
clients. I don't want to dredge up any bad memories,
but I suppose that like the rest of us you have been
filmed with an animal. Sometimes the client doesn't
want to fuck you. He wants to rent you to have sex with
an animal while he watches, usually with a few friends.
Sometimes they fuck you first and just let you go home
after that, sometimes they fuck you afterwards.
Sometimes they just watch and send you home."
Sharon asked, "Is there a lot of that? With the animals
I mean?"
At first Kelly shrugged noncommittally, then she seemed
to sag and she nodded her head. "Yeah, it happens a
lot. Apparently there are a lot of guys that dig that
shit and not very many pretty women that will do it if
they aren't being blackmailed. And you have to remember
that they know we are doing it against our will. That
excites them, making us do it and knowing how much we
hate it."
Kelly stood up and Sharon whispered, "I don't think I
can do this."
Kelly reached out and smoothed Sharon's hair down
gently and quietly said, "We all felt the same way. We
all hate it. But we don't have any choice. I don't know
of anyone that has gotten out of it yet, not until they
were done with her. I don't want to scare you any more
than you already are, but I have to warn you. They have
had to make an example out of a girl who didn't do what
she was told a couple of months ago. I don't want to go
into detail. It was the most horrible thing that I have
ever seen, and I have seen a lot of horrible things
since I started here. Trust me. You don't want to piss
them off."
She looked down at Sharon. The tears were starting
again and she said, "Oh yeah, you always have to smile.
Even if it is totally fake, you have to smile. I mean
it kid. If they see you crying it just gets worse."
She left then and Ron came in with a piece of paper. He
handed it to me and said, "This is your cunt's
schedule. We'll let you know when your shopping
expedition comes up and who is going to take you. Jeff
is looking at the schedule now. I suggest you stand up
and wash your face and paste a phony smile on it. You
have about forty-five minutes before the customers
start arriving. Get out there and see Danny to get your
table assignment. You'll only have four tables to take
care of for a while, until you get used to it. When one
of the other girls is back here putting out you will
have to see to some of her tables too. But except for
that you just worry about four tables. Now get your
sweet ass out there bitch."
Sharon left and Ron showed me where I was to stand
until the club closed. He explained that except for
tonight the club closed at one in the morning. This
being a Saturday though, the club was allowed to stay
open until three in the morning.
I stood where Ron indicated and I noticed the other
husband's. There were fourteen of us standing beside
the cubicle doors that lined the wall. I saw several of
them glance my way and turn away quickly.
Ron said, "You are to stand here and take money and be
polite to the men that fuck your wife. You don't have
to smile. The guys get a kick out of how much you hate
it. You are not allowed to move unless you are ordered
to do so. You are not allowed to talk to any of the
other husbands. Do you know the prices to charge the
customers who want to fuck your cunt?"
I nodded.
Ron smiled and said, "Remember, when she isn't in that
room having sex you are to watch her out on the floor
at all times. There are cameras on you and they will be
monitored, especially for the first few weeks."
He turned and walked away and I looked out into the
club to see that Sharon had been assigned four tables
right near me. Near enough that when the music and the
yelling weren't too loud I would be able to hear the
things the men say to her and watch up close the things
that they do to her.
Sharon waved me over and I helped her get her tables
ready. I put the chairs down and we set out ash trays
and candles and Sharon lit the candles. It didn't take
more than twenty-five or thirty minutes. When we were
finished we went over and stood in front of our
cubicle. We stood outside the door and held hands. I
saw one of the girls on the stage waiting for the club
to open.
The music started blaring suddenly and the woman on
stage started dancing. One of the two bouncers opened
the door and the women all went out and stood near
their tables. I squeezed Sharon's hand and she walked
over to wait for her first customer.
This was obviously a pretty popular place. It seemed to
be filling up fast. I found out later that unlike most
strip clubs the prices for the drinks here were kept
low, lower than most regular bars. The money in this
place was made from selling sex not alcohol and they
made more money by keeping the customers turned on and
lubricated.
It wasn't long before Sharon's tables began to fill up.
Every man she got close to as she took drink orders and
delivered drinks groped some part of her body. She was
often being groped by two men at a time. Most of them
knew that tonight was her first night and they were
having a good time tormenting her. She was constantly
being pulled down into some man's lap and roughly felt
up and kissed.
It wasn't fifteen minutes before she had to perform her
first lap dance. It wasn't so much a dance as he used
her to masturbate with as his hands wandered her body
freely. She had a weak attempt at a smile pasted on her
face at all times, except when she was screeching in
pain from a large finger being shoved up her ass or
someone pulling her around using her pubic hair or her
nipples as handles.
It was probably ten minutes after she had performed her
first degrading lap dance that I saw her leading a
large, ugly, overweight old man back to her little
cubicle. Sharon passed through into the cubicle without
looking at me. The customer smiled at me and said,
"What's your name hubby?"
I responded, "Mike."
He smiled wide and said, "Well Mike, I understand that
I am going to be the first customer to fuck your wife.
She's a hot little piece of ass, isn't she Mike? I tell
you what Mike. I'm going to climb all over that sweet
little pussy of hers Mike. So when you hear her crying
out in pleasure you just ignore it, okay?"
I mumbled, "Yes sir."
He handed me two twenty dollar bills and patted me on
the cheek and said, "Thanks for bringing her in Mike. I
do love that young stuff."
There were some catcalls from the table where Sharon's
first customer had been sitting. His friends making
obscene comments and offering some pretty nasty advice.
I just stared at the floor as he pushed past me and
entered the little cubicle, leaving the curtain wide
open. The music was playing loudly and that poor girl
was still dancing nude on the stage. I suppose this
shouldn't be called a strip club. The girls were all
naked all night long. She didn't do a strip tease. She
started out with no clothes on and did a series of
moves that were somewhere between erotic and obscene. I
could see from the woman's face that she hated what she
was doing just as much as Sharon did.
Despite the music and the catcalls from the audience I
could hear sounds from the cubicle behind me. I heard
the man who had just entered her cubicle telling Sharon
how much he was going to enjoy fucking her as he took
his pants off. I heard the sound of him taking his
pants off. I heard him groan as he entered her and I
heard him comment on how much he loved her pussy.
Soon I heard the sound of his hands slapping her flesh
and her grunts as he plowed his cock into her. Some of
the people from the nearest tables could see into the
room. I tried not to imagine what they were seeing.
I watched one of the other women leading a man past me
towards her own cubicle. They stopped and stared at my
wife and her first customer for a moment before moving
on.
I was startled several minutes after the man inside
began using my wife when I heard him call out, "Hey
Mikey! Get our ass in here!"
I took a deep breath to try and calm myself and turned
to enter the cubicle. Sharon was on her hands and knees
on the bed and the man was on his knees behind her with
his cock still buried in her pussy.
He watched me as my eyes took in the scene before me
and it was obvious that the pain he was causing me was
turning him on. He smiled and said, "Mikey, reach into
my pants over there and hand me my wallet."
I walked over to the straight chair in the corner and
as I dug through the man's pants he explained, "I was
just going to have some of this nice tight pussy
tonight, but when I saw that almost unused little pink
ass hole I just had to get me some of that."
I handed him his wallet and he took out the additional
money that was required to fuck my wife's ass and
handed it to me. As I turned to leave he said, "Don't
leave yet Mikey. I need you to do something else for
me. Do you see that tube of lube over there by the
washbowl? Bring that over here."
He could have reached it from where he was. He was just
trying to humiliate me. It was working. I picked up the
lube and tried to hand it to him but he wouldn't take
it. He said, "No Mikey, my hands are busy. I need you
to lube up your little wife's ass for me. Get it nice
and slick for me man. I don't want to hurt myself."
He leaned back, but he left his hard cock buried in
Sharon's pussy as I squeezed out some of the lube and
spread it around her asshole so that this fat old man
could rape her. As I spread the lube around he said,
"Make sure you get plenty of it inside of her."
I put more of it on my finger and as gently as possible
I pushed it inside of her and worked my finger in and
out a few times, pushing more of the cream inside.
I could feel his hard cock through the thin membrane
that separated it from my finger and he obviously could
feel my finger moving in and out of my wife's ass. He
moaned in what I assumed was fake pleasure and said,
"Oh yeah Mikey. You do that good. Have you had a lot of
experience playing with real men's cocks?"
I didn't even look up at him. I just shook my head and
pulled my hand away. I started to leave again but he
said, "I need you to do one more thing for me Mikey. I
need you to help me get my cock into the bitch's ass."
He finally pulled his cock out of her pussy with an
obscene, wet sound and said, "Grab hold of my cock
Mikey boy and feed it into her ass for me like a good
boy."
I was shaking with fury as I reached down and took his
cock in my hand. It was probably about seven inches
long but, thankfully, not all that fat. I lined the
head of his cock up with the pink little orifice that
he intended to rape and as he pushed it into her she
cried out in pain and I quickly dropped my hand.
I didn't want to watch, but I couldn't help seeing his
cock sink slowly into Sharon's abused body. Her grunts
and her painful cries rang in my ears as I returned to
my post outside the door.
I kept my head down but I looked around the room
discreetly. There were a handful of men nearby watching
the man fuck my wife through the open doorway. They
were laughing and staring and making obscene comments
about Sharon and the sexy way her tits were bouncing
around as he fucked her ass so violently. They were
also making demeaning comments about me, but I didn't
care about that.
I tried to ignore them. I glanced up at the stage
again. That poor woman was still up there, stretched
out backwards now over a padded armchair and holding
her pussy open and masturbating for the amusement of
the men who were watching. There was a patina of sweat
covering her body as she neared her climax. I could see
the pain in her eyes and I was reasonably certain that
it would not be a real orgasm. I watched her though and
it was pretty convincing, except for the look in her
eyes.
I saw women all around the club being pawed and being
forced to climb into men's laps and amuse them. They
were all young, beautiful women with fantastic bodies,
but they all had the same look in their eyes.
It made me wonder how this could go on. How could so
many young couples allow themselves to be victimized
like this? I suppose, like me and Sharon, they felt
that they had no choice.
I also wondered about the audience. There must be more
than a hundred and fifty men in here now. It was
Saturday night and the place was packed. How could this
many men know what was going on in here and not say
anything to anyone. I saw the men coming in and being
passed through after showing their membership cards and
their driver's licenses. Are there really that many men
in the area who think that raping and sexually abusing
women is exciting?!
My attention was drawn back into the cubicle behind me
as I heard Sharon cry out in pain and the man that was
raping her grunting as he sped up and filled her ass
with cum. I tried not to listen as he told her what a
hot piece of ass she was and got up off of her. I heard
her sobbing and I heard the wet sounds and the
disturbing sound of her gagging as she sucked his cock
clean.
There was the rustle of clothing and the man sauntered
out proudly, pausing to pat me on the head and thank me
for the use of my wife before returning to his table
and his friends.
Sharon followed a few minutes later, after cleaning
herself up, and went around taking orders for fresh
drinks at her four tables. She was forced to turn
around and bend over a half a dozen times so that men
could examine her freshly fucked ass. More than one of
them forced a finger inside of her and then made her
suck it clean after they apparently checked to see how
badly she had been stretched out.
After she had returned from the bar with the latest
drink orders for all four tables she was brought back
to the cubicle by another customer. This man paid for
oral sex and pushed Sharon ahead of him into the
cubicle. Like the first man he left the curtain open. I
wondered why they bothered to put the curtains up. No
one seemed to use them.
It went on all night long. From the time the club
opened at six in the evening until it closed at three
in the morning I stood at the entrance to that cubicle
and watched my wife being handled roughly and
humiliated and abused by one man after another. When
she wasn't being bounced up and down in someone's lap
at the table, or roughly groped by customer after
customer, she was in the cubicle behind me being raped
for money.
There were no breaks, no rest periods. We worked
straight through until three in the morning. Well, she
worked. I stood there and took money from warped, horny
old men.
When the long, humiliating, painful night finally ended
Sharon had performed oral sex on eight men. Five more
had raped her anally and twenty-three had fucked her
vaginally. When the club closed and I turned in the
$1,495 I had collected from her customers, and the $320
that I was holding for her that she had made for doing
twenty-dollar lap dances, they went to great pains to
tell me how many men had done what to her that night. I
assumed that they wanted me to know that people were,
indeed, watching our every move.
She had made them $1,895 tax free dollars by selling
sex that night. Round that off to $2,000 and multiply
it by fourteen girls and you can see why they do this.
I calculated that the club had made $28,000 from
selling the sexual services of the fourteen girls that
night. The alcohol flowed freely and I don't know how
much they made on the drinks but it must have been a
substantial amount. Then they had the movies of the
girls being raped in the cubicles and molested out
front that were for sale to their voyeur customers. God
knows how much they raked in from that. And the only
thing they were doing above board and having to pay
taxes on was the money they made selling drinks. I
wouldn't be surprised if they were making well over a
hundred thousand dollars a night in this place, mostly
tax free. With a little rounding off that comes to
almost a million dollars a week for this nasty little
dive on the edge of town. And this is not his only
business.
Rapist number two, Chuck, had come to our, or rather
Sharon's cubicle to collect the money. As I was turning
it over to him Sharon had reached under her cot and
pulled her clothes out and was starting to dress.
Chuck glanced over at her and said, "Don't put those
on. You don't wear anything you own again until we are
through with you. I'll give you something to wear home
tonight and you'll wear it tomorrow when you go
shopping. After that you wear only the clothes we have
bought for you until we cut you loose."
We waited while Chuck went down the line and collected
the cash from the other husbands and then we watched
the other couples go out into the main room and start
cleaning up. We were both exhausted and I hadn't even
considered that we would have to get the place cleaned
up before we could leave.
Chuck came back in a few minutes and tossed a piece of
wadded up cloth at Sharon. She didn't put it on. He
stood her up and bent her over and I was forced to
watch as she was fucked from behind once more. It
seemed so mechanical. He was just using her to
masturbate into. That seemed to make it even more
dehumanizing.
After he came he pulled her around to suck his cock
clean and said, "You two go out there and help clean
up. The faster you work the sooner you can go home.
When you are ready to leave you can put that on and Ron
will drive you home. Except for shopping tomorrow you
are off until Tuesday. If we need you before Tuesday
night someone will call you. On Tuesday you come here
straight from work and help the other girls get ready
to open up. We open every night at six."
After Chuck left we went out and started cleaning off
tables with the other couples. When the tables were
cleared off and washed down we put the chairs up and
cleaned up the garbage on the floor around them. A
cleaning service came in every morning and cleaned the
floors. We just had to pick up the cigarette butts and
trash.
When Danny was satisfied he let everyone go. The women
all went to their cubicles and got dressed and came
back out in various slutty little outfits. I was taken
aback when I saw Sharon. Chuck had given her a tiny
little chemise that was all but invisible and a tinier
pair of shorts that split her vulva in two and left
half of her ass uncovered. It might be alright for
leaving here at three o'clock in the morning but I
couldn't imagine her wearing it out tomorrow to go
shopping. You had to look close to see that she was
even wearing a top!
Ron had been sitting at the bar watching and when he
saw Sharon come out with her slutty little outfit on he
got up and we followed him out to the SUV. He made
Sharon get in the front passenger seat and suck his
cock all the way to our house. He pulled up in front of
the house and we had to wait until she got him to cum.
After she swallowed and sat up, Ron handed the key to
our house to her. He said, "We made some copies of your
house key. Every now and then Jeff will send someone
over for you to entertain. Sometimes it will be just
one man, sometimes more than that. It won't happen
often, mostly because you will be spending most of your
waking hours at your regular job or at the club fucking
the customers. But when it does happen there had better
not be any complaints. I'm not going to make any
specific threats, but you know what we are capable of.
Someone will call you tomorrow to tell you the shopping
plans. I don't know who it will be or where you will be
going. They may have you meet them somewhere or they
may pick you up. Be ready between ten and eleven
tomorrow morning."
Sharon and I got out and hurried into the house. As
soon as I closed and locked the door Sharon turned to
me and said, "Mike, I could really use a very strong
drink right now."
I held her in my arms and kissed her. I asked her, "Do
you want to take a quick shower while I make it or
would you rather have the drink first?"
She thought for a moment and then she said, "If you can
stand to be around me, I need a fucking drink."
I kissed her again and said, "Get comfortable. I'll get
it."
As I walked into the kitchen I thought that I was more
tired than I had ever been in my life. It had been a
long, hard night and I could not imagine how Sharon
must feel. She suffered through so much more than I
did.
I made two very strong drinks and noted that the bottle
which had remained unopened for more than a year would
have to be replaced soon. I took the drinks back into
the living room and it was immediately obvious that
Sharon had taken my invitation to get comfortable to
heart. She was sitting on the couch with her legs up on
the coffee table. She was totally naked.
She was sitting with her head back and her eyes closed.
When she heard me coming she looked up and smiled and
said, "My pussy was trying to eat those shorts. It has
had enough to eat tonight. Speaking of which, how do
you like me now?"
After she took her drink I sat down beside her and
said, "I'm exhausted. I had to stand in that same spot
all night. It was terrible. You think you had it rough,
at least you got to move around!"
She hit me and said, "You fuck!"
She knew I was being facetious and she responded, "Okay
sweetheart, on Tuesday you work the room and I'll take
the money."
I put my arm around her and held her close and we
sipped our drinks in silence for a while.
After a while I said, "It was pretty bad, wasn't it?"
I didn't think that she was going to respond at first.
But after a few moments she said, "Yeah. It was pretty
bad. I don't even know which part I hated the most. The
men at the tables were really rough. They loved making
me squeal. But god, the whole idea of having sex with
men for money like that! I never imagined that I would
ever be working as a prostitute. It is every bit as
degrading as I imagined it must be. I feel so sorry for
those poor women who are out there on the street doing
this for a living. I feel so dirty."
I said, "The disturbing thing is that that is what it
is all about. That whole business revolves around
raping and degrading the women who they feel will be
most harmed by being treated that way. They feed off of
the pain that they are causing us. It turns them on.
It's why all of those men go to that club. To abuse
women and rape them in front of their husbands."
Sharon said, "Do you remember that Kelly said something
about a woman being punished a couple of months ago?"
I nodded.
Sharon said, "I was talking to a woman in the ladies
room and she warned me too. She told me what they did
to her. Jeff and his three henchmen and a half a dozen
of their pervert customers got together for a little
party at the club before it opened on a Sunday. They
called all the girls in to witness what they did. They
had her husband and two little girls brought in, her
daughters are six and eight years old. They made that
poor woman have sex with all of those men over and over
while her family was forced to sit nearby and watch.
They didn't touch the little girls, but they made the
father clean her up the same way you had to that first
night. Those girls saw all of that."
"Those are some sick fucks!" I exclaimed. Then I asked,
"Is that woman still working there?"
Sharon shook her head. "The girl I was talking to said
that she thinks the husband committed suicide and they
turned her loose. She isn't certain though."
We had drained our drinks and I stood up and took
Sharon's glass. I asked if she wanted another but she
shook her head and said, "Let's go take a shower and go
to bed."
I reached down and helped her to her feet and put my
arms around her. I kissed her gently for a moment and
said, "I'll put these glasses in the sink and meet you
there."
When I got to our bedroom I heard the water running and
I undressed quickly. Sharon was still brushing her
teeth when I went into the bathroom. I noticed that the
scratches on her back were gone except for a few faint
red lines.
I rubbed her shoulders gently while she brushed her
teeth and then we got into the shower and I soaped her
up all over. I took my time and went out of my way to
make it feel good. I was especially gentle around the
areas that I knew would be sore, but I cleaned those
areas thoroughly as well. Then I washed my hair while
she soaped me up. It was after four in the morning and
what we were doing felt pretty good but we were both
too tired to take it to the next step. We were both
anxious to get some sleep before we had to get up and
deal with the ordeal that was going to be passed off as
shopping for clothes.
We rinsed off and dried ourselves. As soon as we were
dried off we went straight to bed and even as traumatic
as this night had been we were so exhausted that we
both fell asleep almost instantly.
I had set my alarm for 9:30 the next morning. I didn't
think that there was any way that we would wake up on
our own. I was right. We didn't hear my alarm for
almost ten minutes. We had only had about four and a
half hours sleep. That wasn't nearly enough to
compensate for what we had been through last night.
We were really dragging when we finally got up. I put
coffee on while Sharon started the shower running and
we took another quick shower, more to wake up than
because we needed a shower.
I dressed before going out for coffee. Sharon's little
outfit was still on the couch where she had left it
last night. She left it right there and sat at the
table in the nude while we drank our coffee. She was in
no hurry to put it on. Those shorts were just as
uncomfortable as they looked.
The phone rang at 10:15 and it was a girl from the
club. We hadn't met her. Her name was Susan. She told
us that she was on the way over to pick us up. Sharon
waited until we heard a car out front to put her little
outfit on.
I answered the doorbell and invited Susan in for coffee
but she said that we had to get going. The cameraman
would be meeting us at the first store we were going
to. She warned us that the whole idea of this was going
to be to embarrass and degrade us. We might as well get
used to that right off.
We had already been made aware of that. I told Susan
that we were aware of some of the things that we could
expect today and that we wouldn't be any trouble.
She looked relieved and said, "Come on. Let's go."
We went out to her car and once we were on the road she
said, "This is my neighbor's car. I borrowed it just in
case. I wanted to warn you of a few things that might
not have come up yet. There is a very good chance that
your house is bugged. Those guys seem to know things
that they could not possibly know. We have kind of
figured out that they are bugging our homes. We aren't
sure about video, but we are almost certain that they
have audio. We don't know about our cars but just to be
safe we don't say anything that we don't want them to
hear when we are in our cars either."
She let that sink in and then she said, "Carol said she
had a chance to talk to you in the ladies room. We try
to look out for each other as much as we can. But no
one is going to do anything to piss off Jeff if we can
help it. So watch your step. I heard that you don't
have kids. They have another way of punishing women
that piss them off. I didn't see it, but I heard about
a girl about a year ago that spent a week tied up in a
urinal and there is also a rumor about a girl that was
delivered to one of those homeless camps near an
underpass at a nearby city. They drove up and dropped
her off naked and told the guys at the camp to let her
walk home in a week or two, whenever they were through
with her. I heard that she ended up with every venereal
disease known to man."
She went on to say, "These guys hate women. They are a
bunch of sick fucks and they get off on hurting us. I'm
telling you all of this because the last stop today
will be at an adult book store. That's always the last
stop. Sometimes it gets pretty rough in there. Please,
whatever happens, don't say no to anyone. Don't argue,
don't fight them. Just do whatever they say."
She turned to me and said, "That means you too. I think
they really like it when someone fucks up. It gives
them an excuse to do those horrible things that make
what we do on a daily basis seem tame by comparison.
Just keep telling yourself that it won't last forever."
Susan pulled up in front of a store called Sweet
Nothings and parked. It was still only 11:30 on Sunday
morning but there were already a half a dozen cars
parked in front of the store. There was also a large
black SUV. We pulled up next to the SUV and Susan made
us wait until the cameraman got out and was ready for
us.
While he was getting ready Susan said, "This is one of
the places we always take the new girls. The owner
doesn't know that we are being forced to do this. At
least we don't think she knows. She makes a lot of
money off of Jeff so she has given permission for the
filming and since we get a new girl at least once a
month she is used to us coming in."
When the cameraman was ready he signaled to us and we
got out and walked to the entrance. We went up one
aisle and down another and Susan picked out all the
clothes. She started with a half dozen light summer
dresses for Sharon to wear to work. They were
unbelievably short and had low cut necklines, exposing
far too much cleavage. One of them had nothing above
the waist but a couple of small strips of cloth that
draped over Sharon's breasts and tied around her neck.
They were also very thin. I was concerned about how
much of Sharon was going to be visible when she wore
those dresses. Sharon was concerned too. She looked at
Susan and said, "These are very pretty. But I'm not
sure that I can get away with wearing them to work."
Susan just shot her a nervous look and Sharon said,
"I'm not refusing. I'm not even complaining. As I said,
they are very pretty. I just don't know what my
supervisor will say."
Susan whispered, "You better fuck him or suck him or do
whatever else it takes to convince him. These are what
you'll have to wear from now on. And I'm warning you
now, the only thing you'll be allowed to wear under
these dresses are tiny little thongs. You'd better get
comfortable in them. These are going to be the most
conservative clothes that you are allowed to wear for
the foreseeable future."
Susan handed the dresses to me and we continued on. She
picked out several micro miniskirts, a couple of which
were slit all the way up the side. By all the way I
mean all the way to the waistband!
There were several pairs of shorts that were very
similar to the pair that Sharon was wearing now. Then
she began selecting tops. There were several nice
blouses. They were stylish and would have looked just
fine over a slip, or under a jacket. They were just as
transparent as the blouse she was wearing now. They
were also very expensive. All of this stuff was.
Susan then began picking from a large selection of crop
tops, most of which had obscene writing on them, and
halter tops that displayed far too much flesh. Sharon
hadn't tried them on yet, but from the looks of them I
had some serious doubts about whether or not they would
be legal if worn in public.
My arms were getting full, even though the garments
being selected seemed to be made from very little
material. We made one more stop before heading for the
changing rooms. Susan picked out a dozen tiny thongs.
They were no more than tiny patches of cloth that would
only just barely cover Sharon's slit. Some of them were
colorful but transparent. I was concerned that rather
than cover her privates they would serve only to draw
attention to them.
When the underwear selection was complete we headed for
the changing rooms. The first four booths didn't even
have doors on them. Susan took the clothes from me and
hung them on an empty rack and sent Sharon into one of
the booths with no door to undress.
There were several men standing nearby waiting for
their wives or girlfriends to try on something in the
booths with doors. They were immediately drawn to the
show that Sharon was putting on.
They saw the cameraman recording everything and I heard
the owner explain to a curious customer that she was
filming a commercial for the Playboy Channel. That was
all that he needed to hear. The crowd around us grew
quickly.
After Sharon was naked Susan handed her one of the tiny
thongs to put on. When she had it on she was told to
step out and model it. It was just as I feared. It
covered nothing. It only added a splash of bright color
which drew the eye.
Sharon had spent most of last night naked and being
sexually assaulted in that sex club where she was being
forced to work. But although she wasn't being molested
here in the store she seemed to be more embarrassed. I
think because these were just plain folks. The crowd
that was gathered around watching her was not the type
of scum she had encountered in the club. These were the
kind of people that lived all around us and worked with
us. Somehow that increased her discomfort level, and
mine too.
Once Sharon had modeled the thong Susan gave her one of
her new work dresses to put on. There was no denying
that it was beautiful. It was sexy and stylish and the
material was obviously expensive.
It was also the shortest dress she had ever worn. The
hemline was less than two inches below her crotch. As
she stepped out of the booth and turned around slowly,
even in the dim light of the store I could see the
bright patch of the thong that covered her slit and
when her back was to me I could see the string that
disappeared between the cheeks of her ass.
When she had turned all the way around I stared at the
area between her legs and I wasn't sure if I could
actually see her slit or not. I had a feeling though
that when she got to the office tomorrow with the
bright lights in there, the people at work would be
able to every nook and cranny of her creamy body.
She tried on dress after dress and the result was
always the same. Some of them displayed more cleavage
than others, but they all displayed a large expanse of
the stark white flesh of her breasts. Her nipples were
clearly visible. I could even see a couple of freckles
on her breasts.
By the time Sharon had tried on all of the dresses she
was becoming inured to the stares and comments of the
crowd. Susan said, "You might as well take that off
right here. Stepping into that little booth is
accomplishing nothing."
So Sharon stood right there in front of the entire
crowd and removed the last of the dresses. After she
hung it back up on the rack, Susan handed her one of
the tiny little skirts.
Sharon stood there topless and tried on all of the
skirts and then the tight little shorts that Susan had
selected. The only things left to try on were a dozen
different tops. Now, as she tried on one top after
another, she was bottomless. She had even been ordered
to remove the little thong.
There were a lot of comments when she was trying on the
crop tops. They all had suggestive comments written
across the front and many of the men in the audience
were quite willing to accede to the sexual come-ons
blatantly scrawled across her chest, even with their
wives watching.
When Sharon had finished trying on the new clothes that
Susan had selected for her she put the shorts and the
little chemise that she had worn in back on. While she
was getting dressed I pushed the rack of new clothes
over to the cash register. It seemed that not one of
the garments Susan had selected had been deemed to be
too risqué or too revealing, at least not in Susan's
eyes.
Our purchase was rung up and I was shocked at the
total. For so little material it seemed like a huge
sum. The total came to nearly a thousand dollars!
I carried the bags out to the car and as we were
getting in to go to another store the cameraman said,
"Hold on cunt. I want you to ride with me."
She had no choice of course. She went around and got in
with the cameraman and I rode to the next store with
Susan. We were following them and we saw Sharon
disappear from sight as soon as we were on the road.
Susan said in a sad, quiet voice, "I know how you feel
Mike. I'm sorry. We're all going through the same
thing."
I said, "Thanks. I know. I think we're going to make
it. That first night, or rather the next day, that was
bad for both of us. I really was worried about her that
next day. It turns out that she's tougher than I
thought she was. I'm really proud of her."
Susan looked at me funny and chuckled. Then she said,
"I don't think that is something that I have heard any
of the husbands say about their wives since I got
sucked into this. I think that's great! Sharon is a
lucky woman to have you I think."
I was embarrassed. I didn't think I had said anything
worthy of praise. But I thanked her and then we rode
quietly to the next place of business.
Sharon's head didn't reappear until several minutes
after we got to the next parking lot. We waited for
them to get out and while he was setting up the camera
again, Sharon came back and got into the car with us. I
put my arm around her and told her that I loved her and
she smiled and said, "Hold that thought. I have a
feeling it's going to get worse before we get home
today."
Susan said, "I'm afraid you're right."
Just before we got out of the car Susan said, "We are
going into that shoe store over there. We always use
this store. The owner is a member of the club. You
might recognize him if he's there. He usually comes in
when a new girl is being brought in. Your best bet is
to get one of his clerks to wait on you. It will still
be humiliating, but it will be worse if he waits on you
himself."
The cameraman moved to the side of the car and signaled
to us that he was ready. We got out and instead of
going inside Susan led us back to the trunk of the car.
She told Sharon to give her the shorts that she was
wearing.
Sharon looked around. It was a busy parking lot in
front of a busy strip mall. She got a look of resolve
on her face and without looking around again she
unbuttoned and peeled off the super tight shorts she
had been wearing. As she stood up and handed them to
Susan she said, "They were too damned tight anyway.
They hurt my pussy."
Susan tried not to smile but I saw her lips curl up
slightly. She opened the trunk and put the shorts
inside and dug out one of the tiny skirts we had just
bought. She picked it at random but it turned out to be
one of the skirts with the slit all the way up the
side. Once Sharon had it on there was a four inch gap
of nothing but bare flesh up her side.
Sharon smiled wryly and said, "Oh well, it doesn't
cover much but it's comfortable."
Susan closed the trunk and we headed for the shoe
store.
Knowing how our luck was running lately I had little
doubt that the pervert that owned the shoe store would
be waiting for us when we got inside. I wasn't
disappointed.
He had not been one of Sharon's customers last night,
but I remembered him. He had been very loud and
obnoxious. In a crowd in which everyone was loud and
obnoxious he had stood out. He had gotten several lap
dances and I had seen him take two of the girls into
the cubicles that lined the side of the room. The
second time was in the room next to Sharon's and I
don't know what he did but the poor young woman he was
in there with had screamed loud and often. I remember
when he was done he had called the woman's husband in
and I heard him order the man to suck his cock clean
and then clean his wife's pussy. He was not a nice
person.
There were only three customers in the store. There was
a strange looking couple and a Goth chick that didn't
look any older than sixteen. When I glanced around at
the type of merchandise being sold here I understood
the lack of customers.
All of the footwear that I could see made me think of
S&M, though I knew next to nothing of that particular
perversion. The shoes and boots on display all seemed
to have impossibly high heels. I didn't see anything
that Sharon could walk in!
There were large displays of boots with impossibly high
uppers. I saw one pair that looked like it would reach
all the way to the crotch of any woman who wore it.
There was also a large selection of shoes with what
appeared to be a half a mile of leather straps.
I saw the owner finish fitting a pair of boots on the
Goth chick and then he spotted us. He told one of his
clerks to finish helping the girl and he came over and
greeted us at the door. He knew Susan and he greeted
her by name. She tried to act friendly but it was
obvious that she was afraid of him.
He smiled at Sharon and said, "So you're the new girl!
Sharon is it?"
Sharon nodded and he said, "Pleased to meet you. I have
been expecting you."
He stared at her body rudely for a long moment and then
he said, "I have been going over my stock in my mind
and I have several things that I think will be perfect
on you dear."
He guided her to a seat and as she sat down her skirt
rose up dangerously. She reached for the hem to tug it
down but he slapped her hands away. It was done as if
to be playful but we all knew that Sharon had just
received an order.
He pulled up a small bench and sat looking at her legs
for a second before he said, "Look at those clunky
shoes! Awful! You should be spanked for buying them!
Now, let me get your size."
He reached down and lifted her legs one at a time and
slowly removed her shoes. As soon as he picked up her
leg her skirt slid up the last remaining fraction of an
inch and her naked vulva was exposed to everyone in the
store. They had all turned to watch when they saw the
skirt that she was wearing.
I saw the Goth girl run to the door and wave at someone
outside and a moment or two later two teenage boys came
in to see what she wanted. She smiled and nodded her
head towards where Sharon was sitting with her skirt up
over her pubic hair now.
The owner pulled a measuring device up onto the front
of the bench he was sitting on and placed one of
Sharon's feet on it. He took a long time getting a
measurement before he put her foot back on the floor
and picked up her other foot and repeated the process,
much to the delight of the two male clerks, the adult
male customer and the two teenage boys who were
watching closely. The woman and the Goth chick seemed
to get a big kick out of it too.
The owner had been holding Sharon's legs up and apart
for several minutes before he said, "Oh my! What am I
thinking! I can't get an accurate measurement this
way."
He placed his measuring device on the floor in front of
her and said, "You'll need to stand up my dear and put
your foot right here. That's it. Rest your weight on
it."
He was resting one hand high on the inside of her thigh
as he bent down to get the shoe size from his measuring
device. Once he had gotten the reading he looked at her
legs and said, "Very lovely my dear. Your husband is a
lucky man."
He gently pushed her back into her seat and her skirt
rode up again immediately. He moved his bench back and
picked up the measuring device. He stood up and his
erection was obvious to everyone. There were several
snickers from the people watching.
He said, "I'll be right back Sharon. Don't move." To
the other customers that must have sounded like a
normal thing to say to a customer. Sharon knew it was
an order not to cover her crotch.
She sat there staring at the floor while the cameraman
filmed the teenage boys coming closer for a better
look. When no one admonished them they grew bolder and
one of them moved right in front of her and squatted
down.
His face was bright red and his eyes were huge as he
stared at my wife's exposed pussy. I heard him whisper,
"Son of a bitch! You gotta see this Jerry!"
The boy's friend came closer and squatted down beside
him and they stared at Sharon's pussy. They were almost
close enough that they could reach out and touch it.
The owner came up behind them and said, "Truly a thing
of beauty isn't it boys?"
They were startled and started to rise up but he said,
"Oh no! That's quite alright. Sharon isn't in a hurry.
Take your time. Look all you want. It's a work of art
isn't it?"
The boys looked at the owner and at me and the
cameraman and finally at Sharon. She sat there blushing
deeply but not protesting and not making any effort to
cover her privates. They may be just a couple of dumb
kids but they were smart enough to know an invitation
when they heard one.
They stared for several long moments and the owner put
the half dozen shoe boxes that he was carrying down on
the chair beside Sharon. He pulled up two more of those
little benches and put one on either side of the one he
had been using.
When they were in place he said, "Why don't you boys
take a seat and I'll show you how to fit a beautiful
young woman with new shoes."
The boys scrambled for a seat and the owner sat back
down on his seat between them. He picked up a shoe box
and set it on the floor at his feet. As he opened the
box he explained how important it was to make sure that
new shoes fit right and that the style was appropriate
for the customer.
He picked up a black, patent leather shoe with a six
inch heel and then reached down and lifted Sharon's
right leg. He lifted it much higher than necessary and
then moved it to the side, not in an obscene split
perhaps, but wide enough to cause her vaginal lips to
spread slightly and wide enough that those of us
gathered around to watch saw the moisture glistening
there.
I heard one of the boys whisper, "Fuck me!"
The owner said, "You know, she just might do that when
I'm done here. Look at all that pussy juice. Young
Sharon looks pretty excited to me. She looks like a
woman that needs a good fuck, don't you think?"
The boy looked at him incredulously and gasped, "Shit
yeah!"
Sharon only groaned in embarrassment.
The owner put the shoe on her foot and wound the straps
around her ankle. Then he put her foot down and
repeated the process with her other foot. When both
shoes were on the owner asked her, "Have you ever owned
a heel this high Sharon?"
Sharon shook her head and then said, "No, never! Those
one inch heels are the highest heels that I have ever
worn."
He smiled and said, "Well, then I had better help you
walk while you try them out. I wouldn't want you to
fall."
He stood and helped her up. He told her to put her arm
around his back and he reached his hand inside the slit
in her skirt and gripped her ass cheek firmly.
She gasped again, but she knew better than to object.
The boys chuckled and stared in awe as the man guided
Sharon up and down the floor. She was very unsteady and
if he had not been holding her, even in that obscene
manner, she would have fallen several times.
He stopped in front of the boys and said, "Boys, she
needs a little practice walking in these things before
she is ready to solo. Would you mind taking turns
walking her back and forth until she gets the hang of
it?"
Sharon was horrified. She was being offered to a
sixteen year old boy to grope freely. The two boys, the
Goth chick and the couple that were customers in the
store didn't know what was going on, but they knew that
something unusual was happening and they were all the
kind of people that got a kick out of whatever game was
being played out.
One of the boys was quicker on the draw and he
immediately sprang to his feet and took the owner's
place supporting my wife. His erection was obvious but
no one thought it inappropriate under the
circumstances.
He reached under Sharon's skirt and held her ass just
like the owner had and walked her back and forth on the
carpet several times. Then his companion took his place
and repeated the process.
By the time they had finished she was just starting to
get her sea legs as it were. She didn't look confident,
but she was ready to try it on her own. She convinced
the store owner that she thought that she could make it
and he instructed the boy to turn loose of her ass.
He did so, reluctantly, and she began to make her way
back and forth on her own. She would not be described
as graceful. But she was doing pretty well for her
first time. The funny thing was that we had been paying
so much attention to the hands groping her ass and the
way her breasts jiggled as she walked that we had
hardly noticed the shoes.
I had to admit, they were attractive, in a slutty kind
of way. And they certainly did wonders for her already
perfect ass! Her walk was unrecognizable, but very
sexy. Or at least it would be once she got her
confidence.
The owner said, "Perfect! You'll take them! Come, sit
down. Let's try another pair."
Sharon returned to the chair and the man and the two
boys returned to their benches.
When she sat down the heels held her legs up so much
higher that her skirt slid all the way up without any
help from the store owner. Her moist slit was obvious
immediately.
The owner smiled and said, "You boys might have a
future here. Let's see how well you can remove a ladies
shoe."
He lifted one of her legs and placed it in the hands of
the boy on his right and lifted her other leg and
handed it to the other boy and asked them to remove her
shoes. He told them to take their time so that they
didn't damage the leather.
Sharon's legs were now being held high and wide, her
knees were about two feet apart and she had no secrets
from anyone now.
While the boys were slowly and carefully unbuckling the
straps on the shoes and unwrapping them from around her
ankles the owner reached up and slid his finger through
her exposed slit.
Sharon gasped as his finger moved through her slit and
slowly slid over her clit. It looked like she had to
fight to keep from having an orgasm, despite the
obvious embarrassment she was suffering.
The owner smiled and held up his very wet finger and
said, "See that? This is a woman that enjoys buying
shoes!"
There was a short outburst of laughter, mostly from the
adults in the store. The two boys were two wrapped up
in staring at my wife's privates while they dragged out
the removal of her shoes for as long as humanly
possible.
As they worked the owner said, "Isn't that a pretty
pussy boys? Can you just imagine what it would feel
like to stick your dick into that?"
The boys just groaned. Their dicks were probably so
hard that they hurt by now.
On the other hand, I had the impression that Sharon
wasn't that upset by the idea any longer.
I think that what surprised me more than Sharon's
reaction was my own. I was beginning to find this
situation amusing, and more than a little arousing. I
was embarrassed to admit that I too had an erection.
The boys finally gave up. They had dragged it out as
long as they could. They couldn't prolong it any
further. They pulled the shoes off of Sharon's feet and
handed them to the owner. They did not, however,
release their grip on her legs.
The owner seemed to find their assistance invaluable.
He took his time putting the shoes back in the box and
then opened another box. He pulled out a pair of knee
high black leather boots and handed them to the boys.
The boots zipped up one side and they each unzipped the
boot that they had been given and struggled to pull
them onto Sharon's feet. They didn't go on easily and
it was fun watching them forcing her legs up until her
knees were almost pressed against her breasts before
they finally slipped over her heels.
The owner chuckled and said, "Boys, the proper method
would have been to put them down and have her step into
them one at a time, but the way you did it was good
too."
The heels on the boots were slightly taller than the
heels on the shoes had been! Sharon struggled to stand
and fell back into her chair. The boys stood up and
helped her to her feet. The shop owner placed a hand on
the inside of her thigh. I could see that it was
pressed tightly against her crotch as he bent down and
checked the fit of the boots. He made a big show of
demonstrating to the boys the proper method of checking
to make sure that the boots fit properly. Then he took
his hand away and they took turns helping her walk
again.
While Sharon was being escorted up and down the length
of the carpet I heard a noise and looked around. For
the first time I became aware that two other couples
had entered the store. I had no idea how long they had
been watching but it was obvious that the men and one
of the women were enjoying the show. The other woman
looked like she found the obscene spectacle appalling
and I saw her trying to urge her husband to leave.
I also saw the expression on his face and it was
obvious that he was enjoying the show and that he was
not going anywhere. His wife reluctantly gave in. It
was obvious who wore the pants in that family! She
stood quietly for the rest of the time we were in the
store but she was very uncomfortable with the spectacle
that they were making of my wife and it showed.
The boys walked Sharon up and down the carpet once
more, each with his hands on her ass, and then she
began to walk on her own. She had not gotten any more
graceful in the time it took her to change shoes but
she seemed to be getting the hang of it and I was sure
that with a little practice she would be able to walk
in those things without hurting herself.
I also noticed that those tiny skirts were even shorter
in back when she was wearing those high heels. With
every step she took now I could see a little bit of the
bottom of her ass cheeks. I didn't know where they
expected her to wear these skirts but I was glad she
wouldn't have to wear them to work.
The process was repeated with the next three pairs of
shoes and boots. The rest of them all had six inch
heels. Only that second pair of boots she tried on had
taller heels.
When the fitting was done the owner insisted that she
wear the first pair of shoes that she tried on and let
the boys put them back on her. While they took their
time putting the shoes back on Sharon, Susan went to
the cash register and paid for them.
Once the boys were done putting the shoes back on her
feet and figuring out how to wrap the straps around her
ankles they helped her to her feet. It was obvious that
they were really sorry the fitting was over.
The owner came over and put his arm around each of the
boy's shoulders and said, "Boys, there is one last
thing I need to teach you about the shoe business. I
need you to come into the back room with me if you
don't mind."
The three of them didn't go alone. The owner grabbed
Sharon's arm and dragged her along. Susan grabbed my
arm and pulled me after them and the cameraman fallowed
behind, still filming everything.
I heard the woman who had wanted to leave say, "Oh my!
Please Eric. Let's get out of this place!"
We went into the stockroom and the owner invited the
two teenage boys to undress Sharon. They looked at him
for only a second. After what had already happened they
knew that this was not a huge joke. They were certain
that they were about to get lucky. They didn't have a
clue about what was going on, but they didn't give a
damn either.
I glanced up and saw the Goth chick come in and stand
just inside the door. She watched with a gleam in her
eye as her two male friends rapidly undressed my wife.
There wasn't much to remove, just that tiny skirt and
her chemise.
When she was naked they stared at her beautiful body
for a moment until the owner said, "Go ahead boys,
check her out. Feel those perfect tits. Stick your
fingers in that juicy cunt. When you're ready you can
fuck her, or get her to blow you, whatever you want.
Just don't take all day because I want to fuck her too
and I have two clerks out there that will quit if they
don't get a shot at her. I can't have that.
The boys were all over her for a couple of minutes.
They were nearly fighting each other to get at all the
good parts. One of them finally got smart and stood
back and let his friend pull and squeeze at Sharon's
body while he unbuckled his pants and let them fall. He
stepped out of them and then looked around for
someplace to fuck her.
The owner said, "Just a second boy."
He stepped behind a stack of boxes and pulled out a
rolled up mattress. It looked like a mattress from a
cot. He rolled it out in front of everyone and turned
to the boy and said, "How do you want her son?"
The boy grinned and said, "Nothing fancy. Just put her
on her back so I can fuck her."
As he was guiding Sharon into position I noticed that
now that it was happening she didn't look so
enthusiastic.
The owner asked the boy, "Are you a virgin son?"
He didn't answer, but he blushed and I think the answer
was obvious.
When the owner had Sharon stretched out on her back
with her legs spread the boy dropped and fell on her
body, almost knocking the breath out of her. His hips
began to work up and down as he struggled to find the
entrance to her body.
Sharon said, "Hold on! Slow down, please, let me help
you."
The boy stopped his frantic movements and Sharon
reached down and guided his cock into her steaming
vagina. As soon as he felt the heat of her body close
around him he started fucking her furiously. I would
like to think that I would have had a little more style
and grace when I was his age, but I guess most horny
teenage boys experiencing the warm, wet insides of a
beautiful young woman's vagina for the first time would
have attacked her with the same exuberance.
He didn't last long. None of us were surprised though.
I was curious about Goth girl's reaction and when I
looked over at her she was smiling wide. I don't know
what her relationship to the boy is but she was
obviously happy for him.
The boy groaned loudly and shivered like he was
freezing to death. Then he lay still for a minute
before struggling to his knees. He stared down at
Sharon's naked body for a minute and then he spoke to
her for the first time. He said, "Thank you. That was
wonderful!"
I half expected the owner to criticize him for saying
something nice to her but he just smiled and turned to
the other boy and said, "How about you boy, how do you
want her?"
The second boy was staring at his friend and my wife
and he didn't seem to be able to make up his mind. He
stuttered something that we couldn't understand and
dropped is pants around his ankles.
Before the owner could get him to repeat what he had
said he was on top of her. He waited for her to place
his cock inside of her and then he started. He didn't
fuck her with those short, rapid little rabbit strokes
his friend had used. He took long, slow strokes at
first. I had the thought that with a little help from
the right girl he could turn into a decent lover. But
he was probably a virgin too and the excitement was too
much for him. He didn't last two minutes.
After he reached his orgasm he seemed very embarrassed.
He didn't look at anyone as he pulled is pants back up
and stepped back out of the way. The owner moved closer
and stood at Sharon's feet and stared down at her for a
couple of seconds. Then he turned to me and said, "I
need you to clean your wife up for me Mike. I don't
mind seconds or thirds, but I don't like a mess."
The camera focused on me as I knelt between Sharon's
legs. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I stared
down at the cum oozing out of her. I hated this, but it
was nothing new now. I leaned down and kissed her
sweaty, sticky mound and I heard gasps from the two
boys as I began to clean their cum from my wife with my
tongue.
It actually wasn't that bad. It was unpleasant of
course. It was humiliating. But their cum wasn't nearly
as strong as some I had tasted lately. I licked her
slit clean and I was just about to stick my tongue
inside when I was pulled away and roughly pushed to the
side.
The owner nudged Sharon with the toe of his shoe and
said, "Get up on your hands and knees cunt. I'm going
to fuck you like the bitch you are."
Sharon was beyond being shocked by his language or his
aspersions after last night. She stoically sat up and
then turned onto her hands and knees and waited for the
dirty old man to take her from behind.
As soon as she was in position he rammed his cock into
her violently. She grunted at the force of his attack
but she didn't offer a protest as he grabbed her hips
and began to jackhammer his cock into her in such a
brutal manner that it looked more like he was trying to
harm her than have sex with her. I mean it. It really
looked like he was trying to hurt her.
I had gotten to my feet and stepped back and I saw the
expressions on the faces of the three teenagers as they
watched the owner rape my wife. They seemed just as
upset by it as I was. The boys moved over to where the
girl was standing and they began edging towards the
door. Long before the owner reached orgasm they were
out of the room and probably out of the store.
The owner, being a member of the club, was far more
jaded than the two young boys had been and he lasted a
very long time. He didn't even seem like he was getting
close until he reached under Sharon and grabbed her
breasts which were bouncing violently under her and
began to squeeze them and pull them with so much force
that she finally cried out in pain.
That must have been what he was going for. He continued
to maul her breasts roughly, harder and harder until
Sharon was crying loudly and begging him to stop. I
suddenly realized that he must need that! He needed to
be hurting her. He needed to hear her suffering before
he could reach orgasm!
With one last vicious squeeze he came in her as she
screamed in pain. Then he collapsed on top of her and
after he caught his breath he turned to me and with an
evil leer he said, "She is one hell of a fuck Mike! I'm
really looking forward to fucking her again at the
club."
He pushed himself off of her and called me closer. I
moved over to him and he reached up and pulled me down
to my knees with a handful of my shirt. He smiled right
in my face and said, "Now pussy, get down there and
clean us both up."
My mind was kind of numb by this time. I was just glad
that he had stopped hurting Sharon. I slowly leaned
over and took his cock into my mouth and sucked it
clean easily. It was still pretty hard, but it wasn't
very long. I couldn't help wondering if he was
compensating for the size of his cock by being so
brutal to women. I realized that it hadn't been his
cock that had hurt Sharon so much but the way his pubic
mound had slammed into her, and of course the way he
was squeezing and twisting her breasts.
He was a warped and disgusting little man. But then, it
seemed like all of the men in that club were warped and
twisted. Unfortunately they were not all little.
After I sucked his cock clean he moved so that I could
clean Sharon again. He put his head down close and
watched gleefully as I licked her red, swollen pussy
clean. When I had finished he stood up and put his
pants back on.
He said, "I'll send my two clerks in now. Once you
finish fucking them you can leave."
He sent the two clerks in one at a time. One of them
fucked her in the missionary position and the second
one wanted a blowjob.
When she was finished satisfying the clerks Sharon was
directed to a small, employee's bathroom to clean up.
When she came back out she was allowed to dress. We all
watched her put her two little items of clothing on and
then we were allowed to leave. I noticed as we went
back out through the store that the owner had already
left. He must have come in just to torment us.
We went outside and this time the cameraman let Sharon
ride with us. I got in the back seat and Susan reached
into her purse and handed Sharon and I a mint, for
which I was very grateful.
As we followed the SUV down the road Susan said, "I
know it's hard to believe, but you get used to it.
Well, maybe not used to it. You get to where you can
take their shit without letting it get to you. It was
really hard for my husband, especially in the
beginning. He was a real hard corps homophobe. A couple
of times I thought that he was going to either kill
himself of just disappear. It seemed to be harder for
him than for most of the husbands. It took him a month
to take it as well as you did in there Mike."
I chuckled dryly and said, "I'm not sure how to take
that!"
She chuckled too and said, "It was meant as a
compliment. It won't be easy. But I think you two are
going to make it. Remember, the less you fight, and the
better you are at hiding how much you hate what they
are doing, the sooner they are going to tire of you. I
don't mean that you should act like you are getting
into it. They might take that as a challenge. But if
you keep reacting the way that you have so far today
then before long they'll be looking for a new set of
victims."
Sharon was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'm
not sure how I feel about that. Someone should do
something. There shouldn't be any more victims."
Susan turned white and said, "Hush! Don't every say
that out loud! You can think it. We all think it. But
don't you ever say that out loud again! Not unless
you're ready to take up fucking horses or you want to
spend a week of your life in a urinal."
We were quiet for a little while and then Susan said,
"We are almost there. This will be the last stop, but
it will be the worst. Make up your mind right now that
some evil shit is going to happen in that place. It
probably won't be much worse than last night. Your
first night in the club is always a mind breaker. I
can't tell you what will happen. It's different for
everyone. Just grit your teeth and pray or whatever you
have to do. Remember, the dirty old man in there that
runs the place is just the manager. We are pretty sure
that Jeff owns the place."
I had heard men make dirty jokes and snide remarks
about these adult book stores. But I had never been in
one and I never thought that I would. Of course, I had
done a lot of things in the last week that I never
thought I would. I didn't see how it could be worse
than the club though. So as we parked and walked
towards the entrance I wasn't as concerned as I
probably should have been.
I walked in behind Susan and Sharon. Sharon was still a
little unsteady in those high heels but damn her ass
looked great! Every guy in the store was staring at the
two women when we entered. But when the cameraman came
in after me the men all skittered out of the way,
careful to avoid being filmed.
I looked around in disbelief at the things on display.
I had no idea! I didn't know a lot of this stuff even
existed! I saw Susan nod stiffly at the smiling, evil
looking old man behind the counter. He looked at Susan
for a second and then turned to Sharon and said, "So
you're the new girl. Come over here bitch."
Sharon moved around Susan and walked nervously over to
the counter past all of those magazines with pictures
of naked young women splashed across the covers, women
in all sorts of obscene poses. I didn't know if all of
these places were like this one. But in this shop it
seemed like a preponderance of the material dealt with
bondage and S&M and forced sex in one form or another.
There was one large section to my right that seemed to
be all about women being used by animals. This was
mostly the nastiest kind of porn. Not the sort of thing
I imagined that curious couples might enjoy. Not books
and magazines that a couple might use to enhance a
loving sex life. All of this material seemed to be
aimed at men who liked to mistreat women, or at least
liked to fantasize about it.
At the other end of the store was a selection of sex
toys and slutty clothing. In between there was row
after row of books and magazines and movies and perhaps
a dozen men skulking around, furtively avoiding the
camera.
The man behind the counter watched Sharon approach him.
It was obvious that she was nervous. When she came to a
stop in front of him he said, "That's a cute outfit.
You wouldn't want to mess it up. You better check it."
Sharon looked confused. Check it for what?
He smirked at her and said, "You dumb cunt, take off
your fucking clothes and give them to me!"
She quickly slipped her chemise off and put it on the
counter and then unbuttoned the skirt and dropped it on
top of her chemise. She looked up at him and asked,
"The shoes too?"
He shook his head and came out from around the counter.
He walked around her, feeling her up roughly as he
went. So you're Sharon Kramer. You don't look twenty-
three. To look at you I wouldn't guess you were any
older than eighteen or nineteen. That's probably
because of that patch of little girl's pubic hair."
His large, calloused hand reached out and cupped her
vulva. She didn't flinch as he rubbed his gnarled hand
over her mound. I could see her trying very hard to
smile but there was something scary about this guy and
we all felt it. He looked a lot like Danny, the
bartender at the club. Like his twisted older brother
perhaps. There was definitely something sinister about
him.
I could see his fingers moving between her legs as he
spoke. He had a nasty look on his face as he said, "I
would have loved to have been there last week when they
were busting your ass in. I bet you were hot,
struggling to breathe as they forced their big cocks
down your throat and crying out in pain when they
shoved them up your tight young ass."
I watched him as he stood there in the middle of his
store tormenting Sharon and it made me shiver. There
was something about this guy as he talked to her in
that quiet but very menacing voice that made my hair
stand on end. He wasn't just trying to scare her. This
guy wanted to hurt her. He liked to hurt people. That
was what turned him on. I could feel it in the air
around him.
As if to prove my point he bent down and took Sharon's
nipple between his teeth and bit down, hard.
Her body contorted in pain and she cried out, but she
didn't pull away. Her eyes closed and her face
contorted in pain as he bit into her flesh. He held her
nipple in his teeth for a long time, then he let go and
straightened up and leered at me.
He chuckled and said, "I've got two fingers in your
wife's cunt you fucking wuss. She really clamped down
on them when I bit her tit. I think she likes that
shit."
I just stared at him. There was nothing that I could
say that wouldn't make matters worse.
I noticed that Susan had moved away, standing now with
her back to a wall and trying to be invisible. She was
looking down at the floor and trying to be somewhere
else in her mind. She must have some pretty bad
memories of this place.
The old man grabbed a handful of Sharon's long, blonde
hair and guided her to the back of the store. I didn't
know what to do so I followed along helplessly.
As he pulled her into the section with the slutty
clothing and kinky sex toys he said, "Let's see if we
can find some toys you like."
He looked around at the hundreds of items on display,
many of which I had no idea what they were or how they
might be used. A lot of the things that I did recognize
were pretty scary. There was a large selection of
various kinds of whips. They ranged from a long, nasty
looking bull whip to a selection of riding crops in
various styles and there were even several cat-o- nine-
tails. Next to those items was a large selection of
various types of restraints. There were handcuffs and
leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a lot more things
that I couldn't even guess how they might be used.
The manager looked over the selection and picked out a
large, heavy leather collar and placed it around
Sharon's neck. It was so large that when it was in
place she could hardly move her head at all.
He selected a pair of large leather cuffs and placed
them on her wrists. There were D-rings on the cuffs and
he attached a strange looking chain to the clips,
securing her arms behind her back. There was a chain
hanging down and he picked it up and with some
difficulty fastened it to a D-ring on the back of the
collar. Her arms were now lifted at an unnatural angle
and pulling at her collar. Sharon was obviously in pain
and he seemed to think that was amusing.
I got scared when I saw him looking over his selection
of whips. He picked up a stiff, black leather riding
crop and swung it violently through the air a few
times, enjoying the threatening sound it made as is cut
through the air and the anticipation of striking her
tender flesh. Then he pulled back and brought it down
hard, smacking her nipple with the soft leather tab on
the end.
Sharon screamed in pain and twisted her body as if to
turn away from him. He grabbed a handful of her hair
and got right in her face and screamed, "DON'T YOU EVER
TURN AWAY FROM ME YOU STUPID CUNT!"
Sharon turned to face him again and stood there
terrified with tears running down her cheeks and
falling onto her breasts.
He brought the tip of the riding crop up to her lips
and she cringed but didn't move.
He said, "Kiss it."
She sobbed quietly. Then she pursed her lips and kissed
the tip of the crop.
He grinned at her and said, "Yes, I think you could be
trained without too much trouble."
Then he stepped back and smacked her other nipple with
the riding crop.
She screamed again and nearly fell to her knees. But
she didn't turn away. She didn't dare.
He took note of the fact that she had followed his
instructions. He moved the crop around her breasts and
then suddenly brought it back and slammed it down,
smacking the tops of both breasts simultaneously.
She screamed again and I was just about to make a big
mistake when I felt Susan grab my arm. She looked at me
urgently and with the look in her eyes she warned me
again. I had to stay out of this.
I felt like vomiting. I suddenly realized that I had
tears running down my cheeks too. I didn't know how I
was going to do it, but I knew that I was going to make
this man pay for this somehow, someday. He would pay
for this and for all of the other women he had hurt.
He glanced at me then. He saw how much pain he was
causing me as he tortured my wife and he loved it.
He drew his arm back and brought the crop back down
again. When it came down on her tender flesh this time
she did fall to her knees, screaming in pain. I saw the
dark red line across the front of her breasts. He had
struck her across both nipples and she was crying
loudly now and between ragged, gasping breaths she
begged him not to hit her again.
He grinned down at her and said, "Get up cunt. No one
said you could rest."
He grabbed a large handful of her hair and pulled her
to her feet, causing her to scream again.
I had to turn away. I looked at the customers who were
gathered around watching. A couple of them seemed
uncomfortable, but they weren't leaving. They weren't
speaking out. The majority of them though, were staring
lustfully at the manager as he tortured my wife's naked
body. Their eyes were wide and glassy with lust and
many of them were rubbing their crotches as they
enjoyed the show. They didn't seem to mind the camera
at all now.
I couldn't stand to look at them. They made me sick. I
couldn't watch what that man was doing to my wife
either. So I hung my head and closed my eyes and prayed
for it to end.
My prayers were not answered. I felt a sudden, burning
pain across my cheek and my eyes snapped open. The
bastard was standing in front of me now and he said,
"Don't you take your eyes off of your wife again you
fucking pussy! You keep them open and you watch and
learn how to treat a fucking cunt."
When he was satisfied that he had my full attention he
stepped back over to Sharon and before she had a chance
to steel herself for the next blow he had snapped the
riding crop down across her soft belly.
She cried out and shook her head violently and pleaded
with him to stop.
He leaned forward and kissed her. Then he licked her
cheeks, getting turned on by the taste of her salty
tears. He smiled at her and said, "Just one more
sweetheart. Just one more little love tap. Then I'm
going to fuck your pretty little face."
He touched the tip of the riding crop to her chin and
lightly moved it down her body. He circled her breasts
with it and then drew a line down her torso with the
tip of it. He slid it between her legs and then tapped
her thighs lightly.
He smiled lustfully at her and in a husky voice he
said, "Spread your legs out sweetheart. Let me see that
pretty, young pussy that used to belong to your faggot
husband."
Sharon groaned and whispered, "Oh no, please. Please
not there."
But she obeyed. She spread her legs open and when he
tapped her thighs with the crop she spread them a
little more.
The vile old man stepped back when he was satisfied and
drew his arm back and brought the tip of the crop down,
around, and up, striking her vulva with all of his
might.
She screamed again, louder than before and dropped to
her knees again. She sobbed and fell onto her side and
curled up into a little ball and cried hysterically.
Her sobs were interspersed with pleas for him to stop
hurting her.
I watched him stare down at her as she lay curled in a
helpless ball of fragile feminine flesh at his feet. He
looked like he was about to have an orgasm just from
torturing her.
He let her cry like that for a couple of minutes,
looking up from time to time to enjoy my reaction and
then at his customers to see that they, most of them
anyway, shared his pleasure.
He reached down after what seemed like a very long time
and pulled Sharon to her knees. She seemed oblivious.
She just kept crying and pleading with him to stop
hitting her.
He finally lost patience. He was ready to move on. He
reached out and slapped her face to get her attention.
When she looked up at him through tear filled eyes he
said, "Get my cock out bitch. I want to fuck your face
now."
She didn't know what to do. It was obvious. Her hands
were bound uncomfortably behind her and she just looked
up at him pleadingly and said, "How?"
He just smiled and said, "You had best figure something
out pretty soon cunt. Because if you don't my cock will
go soft and I'll have to beat you some more to get hard
again."
She whispered, "Oh god no."
She shuffled closer to him on her knees and struggled
with her teeth to pull his zipper down. She managed,
finally, to get the tab pulled down but she couldn't
get his cock out. She was frantic, but she didn't know
what to do. She couldn't manage his belt with its big
brass buckle.
She slumped down after a minute of struggling and said,
"I can't! I can't do it. Oh god I can't do it."
He got a disgusted look on his face and said, "Fucking
worthless cunt. Maybe you can't be trained after all."
Then he looked over at me and said, "Okay wuss. You
better come over here and pull my cock out and feed it
to your worthless cunt before I have to play with my
toys some more."
I hurried over and unfastened his big, heavy belt
buckle and unbuttoned his pants. I slid his pants and
his shorts down together. When his pants came open and
as his shorts slid down I smelled the ripe odor of a
body that had not bathed recently. It was truly
disgusting.
His cock, when I finally uncovered it, was long and
fat. His cock was similar in size to the cocks wielded
by the four men who were responsible for all of our
troubles.
I started to step back now that his cock was free but
he snapped at me, "I told you to feed my cock to your
fucking wife! What the fuck is wrong with you faggot?!
You don't look like a fuckin' wetback! Don't you
fuckin' speak English for Christ's sake?"
I took his hard, drooling cock in my hand and tipped it
down, placing the head of it at my wife's lips. She was
still crying piteously, but she took a deep breath and
opened her mouth. She closed her lips around the head
of his cock and began to slide them down his hard,
smelly shaft. She gagged slightly when his cock reached
the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. She kept
pressing forward and I watched as his cock sank into
her throat and her lips traveled down to nestle in the
nasty patch of pubic hair that surrounded the thick
base of his cock.
He reached out and held her head in place and sighed
with pleasure as he nearly choked my wife to death with
his fat cock. Then he slowly withdrew his cock and just
before it slipped out of her mouth he suddenly drove it
all the way back down her throat violently, slamming
his belly into her face.
Sharon grunted in pain but made no move to get away
from him as he held her like that for another long
moment before slowly pulling out again.
He fucked her like that for several minutes before he
called out to one of the perverts who were standing
nearby watching eagerly. "Hey! You in the t-shirt! You
want to fuck this bitch when I'm done with her?"
He grinned like a moron and said, "Fuck yeah!"
The manager said, "No problem. I need you to give me
hand over here first though. You want to help me out a
little?"
He came forward, walking uncomfortably because of the
large bulge in his pants. He grinned down at Sharon and
asked, "What do you need me to do?"
The manager handed him the riding crop and said, "I
think she needs a little motivation, and I love the
sound of that thing hitting naked female flesh. So if
you beat her ass while I fuck her face you can have the
next shot at her. Make it hurt, but don't tear her ass
up, if you know what I mean."
The guy nodded vigorously and took the riding crop from
the manager. He leaned down and smacked Sharon's butt
with it a few times, hitting her a little harder each
time. With each crack of the crop against her soft ass
cheeks Sharon grunted in pain.
Each time he struck her the manager said, "A little
harder," until he was raising a bright red welt with
each stroke.
When he was finally satisfied he grinned down at Sharon
and began to fuck her face violently. His long, rapid
strokes must have been more painful than the riding
crop that was being used to beat her ass in time to the
cock stroking in and out of her mouth.
The old man fucking her face cried out, "Oh shit! Fuck
that feels great! Oh yeah, I'm cumming bitch! Here it
comes you stupid cunt. I'm going to fill your fucking
belly with cum!"
The man that was beating her continued to whip her ass
until the manager opened his eyes again and told him to
stop. He handed the crop back to the old man and
stepped away again.
The manager continued to hold Sharon's face against his
belly and his cock was still buried in her mouth and
throat. It was amazing to me that she could breathe
around it.
He watched her, crying at his feet for a moment and
then he looked over at me and smiled. The strangest
look came over his face and I saw Sharon try to pull
away.
He continued to hold her and he stared at me while
admonishing her, "Don't you fucking move bitch!"
I didn't understand what was going on at first. I saw
Sharon heaving and I heard someone standing nearby
whisper to the man next to him, "Look at that! He's
pissing right down the bitch's throat!"
Oh Christ! Why would a person do that! But then I
realized, he wasn't a person, he was a monster. I saw
his amusement when he saw that I at last understood
what he was doing.
The demented bastard finally finished with Sharon and
stepped back. She continued to kneel in front of him,
sobbing quietly, her head handing down as much as the
constricting collar would permit, and occasionally
fighting to keep her heaving stomach from expelling its
contents. I think we both knew that if she lost that
battle she would regret it.
The manager looked over at the man that had just
finished helping him rape Sharon and said, "Why don't
you take her into the back and put her to work. I'll
come and get her when I think she's had enough."
The customer's face lit up and he stepped forward again
and pulled her to her feet roughly. As he led Sharon
away the manager turned to me with his cock hanging
down in front of him and said, "What are you waiting
for pussy boy? You want some of this too? Get back
there and enjoy the show."
I turned to follow them and I saw Sharon turn back and
call out to the manager, "Please, can I go to the
bathroom first?"
The son of a bitch just grinned and said, "You can go
to the bathroom when they are done with you cunt."
I followed them into the back and down a dark hallway.
All of the other customers were following behind me and
the camera was bringing up the rear.
There were dozens of narrow doorways off of the hall
and most of them were open. I could hear the sound of
various pornographic movies coming from some of the
small rooms we passed and I saw small televisions set
into the far wall of each little booth.
Almost all of the customers had been out front watching
the manager rape my wife. There were a few men who had
been unaware of what was happening out front I guess.
They were hanging around the open doors of the small
rooms as we entered. They looked up and saw a young,
beautiful woman, totally naked and in restraints being
led down the hallway and they were instantly
interested.
The man that had beaten her ass brought her to a stop
in front of a couple of the men and allowed them to
grope her. One of them was about to kiss her when
someone said, "I wouldn't do that if I was you. The old
guy out front just fucked her face and pissed down her
throat."
The man that had been about to kiss her looked in her
face and said, "No shit?!"
A voice from the crowd said, "No shit man. You can
stick your dick in her mouth if you want, but I
wouldn't kiss the bitch."
He said, "She doesn't look like she's having fun."
The guy into whose care she had been given laughed and
said, "That's what makes it so much fun. The bitch
hates it." He nodded in my direction and said, "So does
her wussy husband. Sucks being him."
Everyone looked at me for a moment and I saw
expressions that ranged from amusement to disdain. I
couldn't help thinking, "What are you looking at you
fucking perverts?! You are the ones hanging out in this
fucking porn shop and about to rape my wife and you are
looking down at me! Fuck you!"
But I wisely kept my mouth shut.
The man led Sharon down to the last little room at the
end of the hallway. It was right across from the
bathroom and I saw her glance at the bathroom
longingly. She was pushed into the little room and I
was pushed in past them and forced to stand in the
corner and watch. The bleachy smell of cum in the room
was almost overwhelming.
I stood with my back against the wall as the man spent
a few moments exploring Sharon's abused body. She
flinched as his hands moved roughly over her recently
beaten breasts and her ass. Even in this darkened room
I could see how red and sore her ass was.
There wasn't much in the way of furniture in the little
room. There was a straight chair in the middle of the
room, placed so that men could sit in front of the
small television which at the moment was the only
source of light in the room.
Other than that there was only a small wooden bench
against the back wall.
He pushed the chair into the opposite corner and pulled
the bench out into the middle of the floor. He ordered
Sharon to kneel on it and she carefully crawled up on
her knees. He pushed her forward and she almost fell
off. She would have if he hadn't caught her. He lowered
her so that her ass was in the air and her forehead
resting on the far edge of the bench.
He moved his hand over her ass and forced it between
her legs for a moment. I noticed that the cameraman was
still filming even in this dark room. I suppose he had
been in here often enough with all of the young women
that were brought here to be humiliated and abused that
he knew how to photograph in this low light situation.
Still, I couldn't help hoping that nothing would come
out.
I was forced to watch as the man molesting my wife
opened his pants and revealed a normal sized penis for
a change. I was starting to develop a complex from all
of the big cocks I had been seeing lately.
He moved behind Sharon and tried to force his cock into
her pussy from the rear. He couldn't get it in though.
The bench was too narrow and her knees were too close
together. He grabbed one of her legs and placed it on
the floor and now she was kneeling on one knee with one
leg on the floor. This gave her a little more balance.
She needed all the help she could get because her hands
were still cuffed behind her back and pulling
uncomfortably at her collar.
On his next attempt he was able to force his cock into
my wife's pussy and he began to fuck her roughly. After
a few minutes he said, "There is one thing my frigid
wife won't let me do that I have always wanted to try
bitch."
He pulled his slimy cock out of her and began to force
it into her tender ass. She cried out in pain as his
cock entered her and she cried out again when his belly
began slapping into her bright red ass.
I glanced up at the men crowding around the door,
lusting after my wife. They knew they were going to get
the chance to fuck her or force their cocks down her
throat and their excitement was palpable.
I was distracted when the man fucking Sharon sped up
and groaned and then stiffened and I was forced to
watch yet another strange man shoot his cum into her.
After a moment his muscles relaxed and he pulled free.
He moved around to the other end of the bench and
lifted her head, using her hair as a handle. He forced
his nasty cock into her mouth and as she sucked him
clean there was a commotion at the door as two men
struggled to get in and take their turns.
He held her face against his stomach and said quietly,
"You are lucky that so many men are waiting to fuck you
bitch. I would have loved to fill your ass with a load
of hot piss after I came in you."
He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and stepped
back. Her head dropped back onto the bench painfully
and one of the newcomers forced his cock into her pussy
while the second lifted her head and drove his cock
into her mouth violently.
There had been a dozen men in the place when we arrived
and perhaps a dozen more had come in during her ordeal.
I was forced to stand and watch as two at a time they
came in and raped her. Some of them were just using her
to masturbate but most seemed to take extra pleasure
from being violent, roughing her up and hurting her as
they drove their cocks into all three of her orifices.
On those rare instances that I could see her face I saw
a blank look in her eyes. She wasn't even crying any
longer. It would have been better if they had drugged
her first, like that first night. She wasn't crying,
but I was.
I saw a couple of men that I recognized go around for
seconds. I didn't know how they could possibly be
enjoying what they were doing to her poor, abused body.
She was a slimy mess now and she no longer reacted to
the things they did.
I heard a commotion at the door again and the manager
pushed his way into the little room. He watched as the
two men fucking my wife at the moment worked up a sweat
fucking her for the second time. When they finally came
he said, "Okay boys, the fun is over. It's time for the
slut to go home."
I guess everyone was sated. There didn't seem to be any
complaints when he moved closer and unbuckled the cuffs
which had been holding her arms raised much too high
behind her back. As her arms fell free and dangled
uselessly towards the floor she cried out in pain. It
was obvious that, for the moment at least, she didn't
have the use of them any longer.
He pulled her up by her hair and looked at the collar
on her neck. It had cum running down over it and he
said, "You are going to have to pay for this, you
stupid cunt. I can't sell this now! Fuck! This is an
expensive piece of leather!"
He looked over at me and said, "Take your cunt into the
bathroom and clean her up. Then come see me and we'll
settle up for this stuff. I hope you like it because
it's yours now."
I waited until he left the room and then I stepped
forward and helped Sharon to sit up on the bench. I
quickly unbuckled the thick, uncomfortable collar and
then I bent down and hugged her. She just sat there
like a rag doll and let me move her around at will.
I helped her to her feet and led her past the groping
hands of the men still watching in the doorway and
across the hall to the bathroom. I tried to shut the
door but they held it open and the cameraman kept
filming as I tried to help Sharon to the toilet. I had
intended to let her sit on it and drain the cum from
her ass and her pussy but as soon as she was within
reach she fell to her knees on the nasty, piss stained
floor and vomited into the bowl. That was enough to
drive the customers away, but the cameraman kept
filming.
When her stomach was empty I helped her up on the
toilet and after she peed I heard the sound of cum
dripping for a long time.
As she sat there in a stupor and let the cum drain out
of her I wiped her face and neck and upper torso with
damp paper towels, cleaning her up as much as I could.
As I cleaned her I tried to get through to her. I told
her that it was over and that I loved her and that we
would be going home soon.
I'm not even sure if she could hear me.
When I didn't see any more cum draining from her I
rinsed her lower body with damp paper towels and helped
her back to her feet. I held her in my arms for a
moment and then I led her back up the corridor and into
the main room. One of the men we passed reached out and
pinched her nipple, causing her to squeal in pain. I
turned towards him and he saw the urge to murder in my
face. He stepped back and held his hands up and I urged
Sharon back through the door and over to the counter.
I paid the evil bastard that ran the place for the
leather and chain that dangled now from my shoulder and
asked for my wife's clothing. I helped her dress and we
left the store finally. I was surprised that the sun
was still up. I had expected it to be dark out.
The cameraman came out behind me and paused long enough
to say, "I got pretty horny watching that show. But
damn, I wouldn't even fuck the bitch with your dick
after all of that! See you around man."
He went to his SUV and drove off.
I spotted Susan getting out of her car and I led Sharon
over and helped her into the back seat. I got in back
with her and held her. Susan got in front and I looked
up and saw her face in the rearview mirror. I saw that
she had been crying.
She said, "I'm so sorry Mike. They do it to all of us.
I didn't dare warn you, not anymore than I did. I told
you it would be awful. I think that they want to see
how much we can take before we break."
I said, "It's okay Susan. I know it isn't your fault.
You are in the same boat we are. Please, just take us
home. And I would appreciate it if you would stop at a
liquor store on the way."
I bought a couple bottles of whiskey and a case of
ginger ale at a liquor store and then Susan drove us
home. Susan stayed with Sharon while I unloaded the car
and then she helped me get her into a hot bath.
While she soaked in the tub and Susan gently washed her
I made the three of us a strong drink. I came back into
the bathroom with the drinks and I had to help Sharon
lift her drink to her lips so that she could sip it.
She was starting to come around. She was crying quietly
and she held my hand in a death grip and kept
whispering, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it
anymore."
I agreed. I couldn't take it anymore either.
I waited for her to calm down a little. I made her
another drink and while she sipped it I asked Susan to
step outside for a minute.
I was mindful of the possibility of listening devices
so I put my finger to my lips and then I took Susan's
hand and led her out into the back yard. I didn't say a
word until we were all the way in the back, standing
beside the back fence.
I stood with my back to the house, just in case, and
asked, "Where do they live Susan? Jeff and his asshole
crew, do you know where they live?"
She looked up at me and saw the murder in my eyes. She
shook her head and said, "Mike, they aren't like normal
people, they'll kill you and then they'll do something
horrible to Sharon. Don't even think you can fight
them. They will win. They always win."
I stared at her for a second and then I repeated my
question.
She really didn't want to tell me, but finally she gave
in. She told me all four addresses and the location of
the studio that the two cameramen owned. I thanked her
and then I thanked her for what little help she had
been able to give today. I had seen her tears and I
knew that she was upset about what had happened. I
escorted her around the house and to her car and
thanked her again for caring. Then I went back inside
and took two more drinks to the bathroom.
Sharon was crying quietly and holding her empty glass
against her forehead. I took it from her and handed her
the fresh drink. She took the drink from me and looked
at my face and as soon as she saw me she knew that I
was planning something. I was afraid that she would try
to stop me but she actually looked relieved.
I leaned down and tried to kiss her but she turned her
head away. I grabbed her chin and pulled her face back
around and kissed her lovingly. She resisted at first
but then she put her arm around my neck and held me in
an iron grip as we kissed desperately, desperate to
live past this nightmare.
I was on my knees beside the tub. I broke the kiss and
then I whispered, "I have to take care of something.
Will you be alright alone for a little while?"
She looked at me and then she nodded and whispered, "Be
careful."
I nodded and then I left.
I drove to the home of an old friend of my family. He
had been a Navy Seal and he and I didn't get along very
well. He was what I had always considered a "gun nut"
that thought that the answer to every problem was
violence. We had argued about our opposing views on
guns on several occasions and we had basically just
agreed to disagree. Now I was going to have to eat a
couple of pounds of crow. But he had something that I
needed.
It was early evening when I pulled into his driveway. I
went to his door and his wife answered my knock. She
was surprised to see me but she smiled and invited me
in. She escorted me to the basement and left me alone
with her husband.
He looked up when I came in. He gave me a curious look
and then asked me what he could do for me. There was no
sense in beating around the bush. I said, "I need a gun
and I don't have time to wait two weeks for a permit."
He had been cleaning a gun when I came in and was still
bent over the parts spread out on a table. He sat up
and said, "I think you better sit down. Are you still a
teetotaler?"
I responded, "I could use a Whiskey if you have some.
Maybe a little ginger ale in it would be nice. Sharon
and I have started drinking in the last few days."
He got up and made me a drink and got a beer for
himself. He returned to his seat and indicated a chair
on the other side of the table.
I sat down and sipped my drink and we just stared at
each other for a moment. Finally he asked, "Have you
ever fired a gun Mike?"
I shook my head.
He said, "I didn't think so. Why do you want a gun?"
I answered, "It's personal. I have something I need to
take care of."
He stared at me for a minute and then he said, "Finish
your drink and go home Mike. I'm not going to help you
get yourself killed."
I hadn't even considered that he might refuse. He,
after all, was the man who thought that guns were the
answer to every problem. I felt myself start to panic
and then I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm
down.
Finally I said, "Marty, I need a gun. I'll pay you
whatever you want."
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He stared at me in silence for a few minutes and then
he asked, "What kind of gun do you need Mike? Do you
want a pistol, a rifle, a shotgun? What are you going
to do with it?"
I had to stop and think about that. I had planned on
getting a pistol if I could. But as he had pointed out,
I had never fired a gun. Maybe a shotgun would be best.
But then I thought about the difficulties involved in
going around town carrying a shotgun and I said, "A
pistol. I want a pistol that holds a lot of bullets."
He said, "I'm guessing you have something illegal in
mind. So you have two choices. You use a revolver, or
you use a magazine fed and police up the brass. You
won't want to leave any brass around for the cops to
find. You get a lot more shots with the magazine fed
though. I'll show you what I have. If you tell me what
you have in mind I can recommend something."
I wanted to. I would have desperately loved to have his
help. But there was a good chance that someone,
probably me, was going to go to jail for a very long
time. That's assuming that I didn't get killed. I
couldn't put him in that position.
I finally responded. "Marty, you don't want to know. As
far as you know you are selling me a gun because I told
you I was worried about prowlers."
He stood up and said, "Come on. I'll show you what I
have."
He led me to a pegboard with a couple dozen pistols
hanging from it. He described them to me, the caliber,
the size of the magazine, the strengths and weaknesses
of each one.
It was all too much for me. I was overwhelmed by facts
and figures. I finally let him steer me to a Ruger 9mm
with a fifteen shot clip. He showed me how to load it
and how to operate it. He even put a bullet in the
chamber and let me fire it into a bucked filled with
sand so that I would know what to expect when I fired
it.
He tried again to get me to talk about whatever problem
was so bad that I felt compelled to get a gun.
I said, "Marty, I know that we haven't agreed about
much over the years that I have known you. But I have
always respected you for who you are and what you have
done with your life. I actually wish that I could tell
you. But it wouldn't be fair to you. If this works out
then maybe I'll be able to tell you when it's over. If
it doesn't work out, well, I imagine you'll find out
then too. How much do I owe you for the gun?"
He shook his head and said, "I want the gun back. Bring
it back when you are finished with it."
I certainly hoped that I would be able to. I was just
about to leave when Marty said, "Mike, I assume that
you don't need this to control the varmints in your
backyard. Since you have never fired a weapon before
this evening I can safely assume that you have never
shot anyone. Think about what you are about to do boy.
I don't care who they are or what they have done. The
hardest thing in the world to do is to kill someone.
Even for one of us gun nuts."
I nodded and thanked him. He took the gun and the
magazine and the box of ammunition and placed them in a
brown paper bag for me. I shook his hand and he
escorted me out in silence.
It was too late to go to the club and try to catch them
all together. I didn't think that would be a good idea
anyway. My best bet was to catch them one at a time and
try to surprise them, to kill them before they knew
what was happening.
I put the gun in the glove compartment and drove home.
Sharon was lying in bed naked. She was lying on her
side for obvious reasons. Her breasts and her stomach
were covered in red welts. When I went around to her
side of the bed kiss her and saw how red her ass was I
almost got sick. It certainly strengthened my resolve.
I leaned over and kissed her and asked, "Did you put
anything on those?"
She shook her head and said, "No. I took some Tylenol.
But I don't have an analgesic cream."
I said, "Let me put some hand lotion on them. I'll go
to the drug store after I make you something to eat and
see what I can find."
I got a bottle of her hand cream and as I gently spread
it over her bruised skin I could feel the heat from the
whip marks on my fingers. The marks had faded slightly
but they were still very sore. More than that though
they were a reminder of what she had been forced to
endure for the pleasure of a group of warped men today.
And they were a reminder of what was to come if I
didn't do something.
After I spread the cream on her whip marks I made her
some soup. She wasn't hungry but I insisted that she
eat something.
When she finished her soup I went to the drug store and
bought a topical analgesic cream. They didn't have any
specifically for the victims of whippings but the one I
selected seemed to help a little.
I reset my alarm so that I could take a nap and get up
in time to follow Jeff home from the bar after he
closed in the morning. Sharon saw what I had done and
asked me about it.
I explained that I needed to know their schedule so
that I could get us out of this. She tried to talk me
out of it. She didn't want me to do anything to get
myself hurt. And tomorrow was Monday, a work day. She
insisted that she was going to work in the morning and
she would need me to be there if she was going to get
through the day.
I tried to make her see that the sooner I did what I
had to do the sooner that this would all be over.
Something about the way I said it disturbed her. She
started to suspect that I was planning something,
something that she would disapprove of. She tried to
get me to tell her what I had planned but I just said
that I wanted to find out more about them before I made
a plan.
I was a little confused by her reaction. Earlier, when
I had told her that I had something to do and I had
gone to get the gun from Marty, I had gotten the
impression that she was relieved that I was going to do
something. Now she seemed to be afraid that I would do
something and make things worse.
I tried to calm her fears about my plans but even after
what she went through today she was reluctant to fight
back against those men. I would have thought that after
what they did to her she would be even more desperate
than I was to get them off of our backs. She was laying
there with stripes on her breasts and her butt and yet
she was afraid to take action. I hated to think about
it. But apparently it was going to take more of their
unbearable abuse before she was willing to do whatever
was necessary to fight back.
I reset my alarm for the normal time and we went to
sleep. Sharon was feeling a little better in the
morning. She said that her skin felt "tight" where she
had been whipped, but that she was sure that the cream
I bought had worked. The red marks had faded quite a
bit. They were faint but they were still there, a vivid
reminder of the events of yesterday afternoon.
After her shower I put more of the cream on her abused
skin and massaged it in. She made a few weak jokes
about trying to turn her on so she would take care of
my "morning wood" before we went to work. It would have
been more amusing if her beautiful skin wasn't marred
by those red marks.
I went in and took a shower and then dressed and went
to the kitchen. I had seen Sharon trying on the dress
she was wearing. She had tried on this dress and all of
the others she had been forced to buy yesterday in
front of all of those people. But now, getting ready to
go to work, we were forced to consider what it was
going to be like for her to wear that revealing garment
in front of all of those people we knew and worked
with.
The dress was so thin that I could make out her nipples
and the tiny little thong she wore underneath. She saw
the way I was staring and I knew I was making it harder
for her. I smiled, a weak, apologetic smile, and said,
"Sorry. I know you have to hate wearing that, but fuck
me you look hot!"
She walked over to me and put her arms around my neck
and kissed me. Then she rested her head on my chest and
asked, "You still trying to get laid for Christ's
sake?"
I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. I really
had to admire her. She was a very shy and self
conscious woman. Or at least she had been until this
all started. But she was holding up a lot better than I
would have predicted. I knew that wearing this dress to
work today was going to be almost as difficult as
letting those men rape her had been. Because it wasn't
just going to be that her body was being displayed to
her friends and co-workers. It was also that her pride
and her self-esteem were being torn from her. She would
never again be the same woman that she was before she
was drugged and raped. And now it wasn't going to be
just us that knew of the change.
We had a cup of coffee and then poured another to take
with us. I drove onto the base and parked in the usual
place. Then we sat in the car and held hands in silence
until we had no choice but to go inside.
The parking lot had cleared out. Everyone had gone
inside. We steeled ourselves and got out and I went
around to her side of the car and opened her door for
her and we held hands as we walked to the door.
We split up and headed for our respective sections when
we got inside. I don't know how Sharon did but I know
that the Government got almost no work out of me. I
couldn't concentrate. I was worried about how she was
doing in that tiny little dress.
Just before lunch time she called me and suggested that
we go out for lunch. There were a few fast food places
nearby with drive through windows and we could get
something and eat in the car somewhere.
We met at the car and I saw her shudder with relief as
she got in. I drove to one of the drive through places
and we got a sandwich and drink. We left there and I
parked near the runway so that we could watch the
planes taking off and landing while we ate.
I waited until we had finished eating to ask her how it
was going at work. She shrugged and said, "The only one
that said anything was Anne. I'm getting a lot of
attention though. I try not to leave my cube any more
than necessary but I have had a lot of guys drop in to
say hello. It seems that word of my new dress spread
pretty quickly."
I smiled wryly and said, "Well, I guess I can't blame
them. I would have come by your office too. You are
beautiful."
She said, "Beautiful has nothing to do with it. I could
look like Margaret Thatcher and it wouldn't matter.
They aren't looking at my face. They are looking at my
nipples and my thighs. When I stand up they are looking
at my ass. Jesus Mike, every time I leave my cubicle
they can see the crack of my fucking ass! I can't
believe Mr. Kraft hasn't called me into his office
yet."
I ran my eyes over her and saw what her co-workers were
seeing. I could clearly see the outline of her breasts.
Her nipples pressed against the thin material and were
even more clearly displayed. She was sitting with her
thighs slightly relaxed and I could see the material of
her tiny little thong that just barely covered her
slit. I did a double take when I realized that the thin
material was damp and was now totally transparent. She
might hate the situation, but her body was certainly
reacting to all of the attention that she was getting.
She watched me look at her for a moment and then she
said half jokingly, "Men!"
I smiled and shrugged and she said, "Come on you dirty
old man. I don't want to be late getting back."
I drove us back to the office and we went back to work.
I got a little more work done in the afternoon. I guess
the idea that Sharon was holding up so well took some
of the load off of my mind.
She called me again before it was time to leave and
said that she would be a few minutes late getting out
to the car. Her supervisor, Mr. Kraft, wanted to see
her after work. She sounded nervous. I guess she had
every right to be.
I went out to the car and waited for her to come out.
It was almost a half hour later that I saw the door
open and she came out. She walked to the car staring
down at the ground. She looked upset.
I didn't start the car once she had gotten in. I turned
to look at her, waiting for her to tell me what her
supervisor had wanted. I assumed that he had called her
in to give her a warning about her suggestive manner of
dress.
I was partly right. Sharon said, "I'll talk while you
drive. I need a drink. Let's go home."
I started the car and headed towards home. Once I was
on the road she said, "I went into Kraft's office
expecting to be chewed out for dressing like a whore.
That isn't how it went. I knocked at his door and he
let me in. I stepped in and he shut the door behind me
and told me to take a seat. He watched me trying to sit
down in this fucking dress and I noticed that he was
smiling like a typical dirty old man. He complimented
me on the dress but said he was a little confused. He
had thought that I was so conservative. He didn't give
me a chance to respond though. He said that as much as
he liked my new dress it was totally inappropriate for
the office and he was afraid that he would have to ask
me to dress a little more conservatively in the
future."
I glanced over at her but she was staring out of the
passenger side window as she talked. I glanced down at
her exposed thighs. I could see the little patch of
cloth that was her underwear and I imagined that Mr.
Kraft had pretty much the same view a few minutes ago.
Sharon continued with her narration. In a calm but
slightly despondent voice she said, "I apologized to
him for the way I was dressed but I had to explain that
I had no choice. I had to dress this way. Jesus Mike,
how do you tell your boss that you have no choice, you
have to dress like a slut?!"
I didn't say anything. It was a rhetorical question and
the answer was obvious. You can't. But she had to.
She sighed deeply and went on, "I kept trying to tell
him without actually telling him. We went around in
circles for several minutes before I finally just
blurted out that I had no choice, I had to wear that
dress and the others that were just as bad or worse."
"I assumed that he would suspend my security clearance
if I told him that I was being forced to dress that
way. It's what he should have done. Instead he made me
tell him the whole story. He finally said that the only
way that I could keep working there, keep my clearance
and wear my new dresses was to spend my lunch hour with
him. Then he made me undress and suck his cock right
there in his office! He wants me to come in every
Tuesday and Thursday from now on so he can have sex
with me at lunch time or he is going to suspend my
clearance and report the problem to security, which
would mean your clearance would be suspended too."
By the time she finished her description of the events
that took place in Mr. Kraft's office we were home. I
shut the car off and we sat in the car for a moment.
There were tears running down her cheeks. I didn't
blame her. It seemed that there was nowhere that she
was safe, not even in a Government office on and Air
Force Base.
I got out and went around and opened her door. We went
inside and I made us both a stiff drink. While I was
making the drinks she took her dress off and tossed it
on a table and pulled the thong down and dropped it on
her dress. She saw my curious look and said, "I'd
rather be naked than dressed like a fucking slut!"
I sat down beside her on the couch and held her against
my chest while we sipped our drinks. I tried to talk to
her again about going out tonight and studying the
habits of our tormentors. She was still adamant that
she didn't want to do anything to make things worse.
She was terrified that I would be seen and she would be
punished for my actions.
Unfortunately, I couldn't promise her that wouldn't
happen. I didn't think that doing nothing was the best
solution though. There had to be some better
alternative than to either give in and allow them to
use us in any way that amused them until they got tired
of us or to take up a gun that I didn't even really
know how to use and try to hunt them all down and kill
them. I'm no Rambo and hunting human beings is not
something for which I am well suited.
This was supposed to be a free evening. We didn't have
to go to the club. But because of the way that she had
been forced to dress today and because of what happened
after work in Mr. Kraft's office it didn't feel like a
day off.
I insisted that she remain seated while I made supper.
She joined me in the kitchen and sat at the table while
I cooked supper. I kept an eye on her drink and when it
was empty I made her another. She took it gratefully.
I was avoiding talking about what we were going to do
about our situation. The subject really upset her. But
we had to discuss it. She was keeping me from taking
any action. I waited until after we ate and then, as I
cleaned up the kitchen I said, "Sharon, we have to talk
about this. I want to do something about those men. I
want to stop them from raping you and those other women
and I want to make sure they don't do it to anyone
else."
She was instantly agitated. She demanded to know how I
planned to do that. I finally admitted that I had
obtained a gun.
She stared at me in disbelief for a moment and then she
exclaimed, "A gun! Mike you don't know how to use a
gun! Not one good thing can come of you having a gun.
If there were a miracle and you could kill all of them,
and it would be a miracle, then what? Do you suppose
for an instant that you would not be caught? I would
rather be raped for a couple of months than have you
spend the rest of your life in prison or worse yet go
to death row. You must be out of your mind!"
"What else can I do Sharon? Should I just keep letting
them do this to you? I won't even try to say that it is
as hard for me as it is for you. But it nearly is. It
is breaking my heart to see you suffer this way. A
husband is supposed to protect his wife."
Sharon slumped in her seat. She was quiet for a moment.
Finally she said, "I'm not going to keep having this
conversation with you. I understand that you feel
helpless. There is a very good reason for that. In this
situation you are helpless and it is time to admit it.
I don't expect you to protect me from those large,
cruel, violent men. Even if you were the kind of man
that was familiar with guns and was adept at handling
them you would be out of your depth against those men.
I don't know if a SWAT team would be able to take them
down."
She got up and came over to me and put her arms around
me. She said, "Sweetheart, I'm not trying to say that
you are not man enough. That isn't it. We are just out
of our league here. Look at all of those other husbands
and all of the ones that have been in this same
situation before them. There is just no way for one man
to fight them and win. If you try to take them on it
will make things worse. You will get hurt or I will get
hurt or both."
"What you said earlier is right, Mike. It is worse for
me. But I understand how hard it is on you too. It
doesn't matter. The only way to get through this is to
do what we are told and not give them any reason to
single us out or punish us. What do you suppose would
happen if you followed Jeff home from the club in the
morning after they closed? It would be about one or two
o'clock in the morning. You would be the only two cars
on the road. He would see you. Then what? Then he makes
an example of us. I'm sorry baby, but I don't want that
to happen to us. If you want to survive this then take
that gun back to wherever you got it and stop trying to
think of some way to fight them. You can't win or
someone would have by now."
I hated it that what she was saying made so much sense.
It just added to the helplessness that I felt. But I
wasn't going to take the gun back just yet. There was
no telling what was to come and it might be that the
time would come that neither of us could take it
anymore.
We spent a quiet evening lost in our individual
uncomfortable thoughts. As nights off went this one
really sucked. We weren't fighting but there was a
feeling of tenseness in the air. When it was time to go
to bed I couldn't stand it any longer. I took her in my
arms and apologized. I told her that I didn't want to
make things any harder on her than they already were. I
just felt that I needed to do something.
She hugged me and cried quietly for a few minutes
before she got control of herself. She finally looked
up and said, "Mike, the only thing that I need you to
do for me is be patient and love me despite the
terrible things you have seen. And the terrible things
you are going to see before this all ends. Please don't
hold those things against me."
I felt like I had been slapped! How could she think
that?!
I kissed her and held her tight and said, "Sharon! I
would never do that! The only thing that I can promise
you is that no matter what happens I will always love
you. Nothing those bastards do can change that. I swear
it."
She was looking in my eyes and trying to hold back the
tears. I could see that she was trying desperately to
believe what I was saying. I said, "I have never lied
to you Sharon. I give you my word that when this is
over I will love you just as much as I do at this
moment. And at this moment I love you more than life.
You mean everything to me. Believe that if you believe
nothing else."
We walked to our bedroom hand in hand and I undressed
while she went to the bathroom and got ready for bed.
It didn't take her long. She had been nude all night. I
must confess I liked it.
When she came out I went in and used the toilet and
brushed my teeth. When I came back out into the bedroom
she was coming out of her closet with the dress she was
going to have to wear tomorrow. There was very little
difference between it and the one she had worn today.
It was impossibly short and meant to be worn over a
slip. Her breasts and her thong would be on display
again tomorrow.
She hung the dress up on her closet door and stared at
it for a moment as if she were trying to make it less
revealing by the use of sheer will power. She glanced
over to see me staring at the dress. She grinned wryly
and said, "It could be worse."
She saw from my expression that I couldn't imagine how
it could possibly be worse and she said, "At least they
let me wear a thong."
I didn't see Sharon from the time we got to work the
next morning until time to leave. She had spent her
entire lunch hour in Mr. Kraft's office.
On the way to the club after work I asked her what had
happened. She asked, "Do you really want to know?"
I realized that I did want to know. I wasn't sure if
that was so that Sharon would have someone to talk to
and not have to keep this all bottled up inside of her.
I thought she might feel better if she could talk about
these things. Or was it more than that?
She didn't seem to think it odd that I had asked
though. She said, "He locked his office door and made
me undress. Then he made me suck his cock for a few
minutes before he bent me over his desk and fucked me
from behind. After he came he made me sit in his lap
and he played with my body for a while. It took the old
bastard a long time but he finally got hard again. When
he did he made me get up and lay on his desk on my back
this time. Then he lifted my legs up and he held them
straight up in the air while he fucked me. The whole
time he fucked me he never once looked in my face. He
stared at my tits until he came, watching them bounce
around like he'd never seen a tit before. He made me
suck his cock clean and then he handed me some tissue
and ordered me to clean up while he got dressed. He
wanted to keep my thong but I told him that I had to
wear it. It was an order."
She paused for a minute and then she said, "Before he
let me leave he asked me more about the club. The sorry
son of a bitch really liked the whole concept of a rape
club."
She paused again and then she said, "Oh well, I guess I
don't have to worry about getting fired for dressing
inappropriately."
She finished her description of the events in Mr.
Kraft's office just as we arrived at the club. It was
4:30 P.M. and the club didn't open until six. We went
to the door and one of the bouncers let us in. But we
didn't get far. As soon as we were inside he locked the
door behind us and ordered Sharon to undress.
Sharon glanced at me and the bouncer said, "What the
fuck are you looking at that wuss for? Do what you are
fucking told cunt!"
Sharon quickly unbuttoned the front of her dress and
stepped out of it. I took it from her and she stepped
out of her thong. She was left in only her shoes with
the six inch heels.
The bouncer smiled, well, more of a leer actually. He
said, "I didn't get to fuck you on Saturday. I was
pretty busy. Get my cock out and get it wet cunt. Then
bend over that chair."
I started to move away. I didn't want to watch. He
glanced at me and said, "Don't you fucking move faggot.
Keep watching, you might learn something."
I watched as Sharon opened his pants and pulled out his
soft cock. It didn't look any longer than mine but it
was pretty fat. She bent down and started sucking on it
and as it grew I saw that I had misjudged him. It
quickly grew to at least eight inches long, and it was
still very fat.
At his insistence she began to take it into her throat.
She was getting used to that particular perversion
though and she didn't have much trouble despite the
thickness of his organ.
Once she had gotten his cock hard and covered it in
saliva she turned around and bent over the chair he had
indicated and spread her legs for him. He moved up
behind her and worked his cock into her pussy and began
pounding her brutally. She grunted in pain with each
stroke but she didn't complain or try to avoid his
vicious strokes.
I glanced around discreetly and saw that most of the
other girls and their husbands were already getting the
place ready to open. They studiously avoided looking in
our direction as the bouncer raped Sharon.
I suppose he had become very jaded in his profession.
He must get to rape a lot of pretty young housewives.
For whatever reason, it took him a very long time to
reach orgasm. When he finally did shoot his cum into my
wife he did so loudly, as if trying to call everyone's
attention to the fact that he was fucking my wife. Then
he pulled out and forced me to my knees. He stuck his
slimy cock in my face and ordered me to clean it. Then
he forced me to clean Sharon with my mouth as well.
When he was satisfied he said, "You have the same
cubicle you had Saturday. You will also serve the same
four tables. Put your dress away cunt. Then you two get
your tables ready for opening."
I handed Sharon her dress and her thong and I started
taking the chairs off of her tables and putting them
down. Sharon came back out and set out the ash trays
and lit the candles. We were all ready to go and still
had forty-five minutes before the club opened.
Jeff called us into his office. His three partners were
in there with him. Or employees, or whatever Chuck, Ron
and Gene were. Jeff was obviously in charge but I
wasn't sure what his relationship was with the other
three men. Anyway, all four of them were there. Jeff
asked Sharon how things were going at work and if her
new outfits were popular.
Sharon told them about how her supervisor was taking
advantage of her now and that he had managed to get
some of the details of the club from her. She told Jeff
that Mr. Kraft was fascinated by the concept of a club
devoted to raping young housewives.
Jeff smiled and handed her one of his cards and said,
"Have him call me tomorrow after three." Then he got up
and pushed her down over his desk and fucked her. I was
forced to clean them both up but much to my surprise
the other three men just watched without joining in.
Jeff saw that I was surprised when the other three
didn't rape Sharon in turn, as they usually did. He
smiled and said, "Don't feel bad. It isn't that they
don't love you anymore. We have something special
planned for later and they are going to need their
strength. I just needed to take the edge off. Now get
your fucking asses out there and get ready to keep my
customers happy."
We went back out into the club and I saw that the
tables were all ready and one of the girls was up on
stage waiting for the first customer to arrive and the
music to start. The other girls were with their
husbands in front of their cubicles.
At six the music started and the girl on stage started
dancing. The club started filling up fast and it wasn't
long after the women had served the first round of
drinks that they started coming back to the cubicles
with customers or doing those obscene lap dances.
Sharon was being called upon more often to serve some
of the other tables when the woman that was assigned to
those tables was on stage or when she was in her cube
with a customer. That meant many more men took the
opportunity to grope her and pull her into their laps
and all but rape her right there at the table. She was
still the new girl and it would probably be a while
before the novelty wore off.
Sharon had come back to her cube with eight customers
in the first two hours. It seemed to me that she was
making more trips back here than the other girls but it
might have been just my impression.
Everything came to a sudden stop at 8:00 P.M. when Jeff
stepped up on stage and the music was turned off. It
took a couple of minutes for the crowd to get quiet and
Jeff stood there patiently with the woman who had been
about to start dancing. She looked terrified. She was a
very pretty redhead. She appeared older than most of
the other women, though not old by any means. She had a
very large set of breasts and I remembered her dancing
last Saturday. They had really moved around a lot as
she did her obscene dance.
The crowd finally got quiet and Jeff said, "I think
most of you have met Tracy."
There were some crude remarks and lewd laughing and
Jeff waited for that to subside. Tracy stood there
obviously humiliated and now that she knew that it was
no coincidence that Jeff had joined her on stage she
was even more terrified.
When the crowd had gotten quiet again Jeff said, "Tracy
has been working here for almost two months now but for
some reason I think that she is unhappy with her job.
She made a phone call today to one of my friends at the
local police department and made some horrible
accusations about me and my friends and even about you
gentlemen."
Trace fell to her knees. She was white as a sheet. She
covered her face with her hands and sobbed. She knew,
everyone knew, even I knew that something terrible was
going to happen now. I looked at the faces of the men
in the audience and it was enough to make you sick.
They were excited and then some. They reminded me of a
pack of hyenas, salivating as they waited for the
remains that they knew Jeff was going to toss to them
when he was finished with Tracy.
Jeff addressed his next remarks to the women and their
husbands. "Ladies and wimps, everyone on the police
payroll is not a friend of mine. But many are and you
will never know which ones are and which ones aren't.
And either way I will hear about it if you try to cross
me. I thought I had made that clear but apparently I
need to provide you with an example of how upset I get
when you go making phone calls and saying horrible
things about me and my friends."
Jeff nodded and one of the bouncers and the Danny the
bartender came up on stage holding Tracy's husband
between them. He had apparently not gone willingly. His
face was bruised.
They sat him down roughly in a straight chair and
handcuffed his wrists to the back legs of the chair. He
struggled briefly but once he was helpless Danny
slapped him a couple of times and he sat still.
Jeff said, "Most of you have met Tracy's husband Chad.
He has been kind enough to take your money when you
fucked Tracy over the last couple of months. Now I
would like to introduce you to their daughter
Jennifer."
Tracy screamed and tried to scramble to her feet and
Chad struggled violently with his handcuffs, trying to
get loose and come to the aid of his daughter as Chuck
and Ron came out from backstage with a terrified young
girl between them.
Jeff grabbed a handful of Tracy's hair and restrained
her. She struggled to break free but he hardly seemed
to notice.
Jeff went on, "Jennifer just turned fourteen. She has
been in my office watching her mother wait on tables
for the last two hours through that window and watching
her go into the back room to fuck a few of the
customers from time to time. I thought it was important
that Jennifer be here to help me make the point about
how hurt I was when Tracy started spreading those nasty
rumors about me."
Gene came out of the back with a bench and put it on
the floor behind Jeff and Tracy. I figured that there
must have been some special significance to that bench
because both Chad and Tracy went nuts again.
Jeff all but threw Tracy down on the bench on her back
and while he held her down Gene tied her arms and legs
in place. It must have been a very heavy bench because
despite her violent struggles it didn't move an inch.
Once Tracy was restrained Jeff turned to Chuck and Ron
and said, "You might as well make Jennifer a little
more comfortable."
They grinned and started ripping the young girls
clothing from her body violently. The crowd went crazy
as she was stripped and her clothes tossed out to them.
It was disgusting to watch. The poor girl was a late
bloomer I guess. She had very small breasts and almost
no pubic hair. I would not have guessed that she was
fourteen. But then, I have never before seen a girl
that age without her clothes on so I'm not an expert.
Once she was naked she stood passively between Chuck
and Ron and both men roughly explored her small,
developing body with their hands and whispered
something in her ears. I didn't know what they were
saying but it was not what she wanted to hear. She was
shaking her head constantly and in between her piteous
sobs she was begging them to let her go, to let all
three of them go.
I saw movement in front of the stage and for the first
time I noticed the cameramen that had recorded all of
the action the first night that Sharon and I had been
raped. They were moving around and filming the show on
stage.
While I was distracted by them, Gene came out from
backstage again. This time he was leading a large dog.
It looked like the same mixed breed mutt that had
fucked Sharon.
Jennifer didn't seem to realize the significance of the
dog on stage. But her parents did. They both started to
struggle in vain again as Gene led the dog over to
Tracy and the crowd cheered.
I didn't want to watch. But when I turned away I saw
that all of the other women, Sharon included, were on
their knees in the crowd and sucking the cocks of the
customers. I didn't want to watch that either.
The dog was led up between Tracy's thighs and he knew
what he was there for. He was obviously trained for
this. He ignored the crowd noise and began to lap at
Tracy's pussy for only a short time before he moved
right up over top of her on that low bench. He lapped
at her body as he moved up and as he reached the point
that his cock was in contact with her pussy and entered
her violently his tongue was lapping at her face.
He thrust into her brutally for a very short time. I
could see his knot growing as he fucked her in short,
incredibly fast strokes and then she screamed as the
knot entered her. Once his knot was buried inside of
her he stopped and his body shivered as he began
filling her with his hot cum.
Meanwhile the cameramen moved around and filmed them
from all angles, making sure to get lots of close-ups.
They also got a lot of film of her husband's tortured
reaction and their daughter's near hysterics. They also
made sure to get a lot of footage of her naked young
body.
The dog finally collapsed on top of Tracy and having
recently gone through this ourselves we knew that he
was waiting for his knot to recede enough that he could
pull out of her pussy.
The crowd wasn't bored though. They were still enjoying
the show and they were still taking advantage of the
girls who were being passed from man to man in the
audience. It seemed to be an accepted practice that the
crowd was able to get free blowjobs when something like
this was happening on stage. I noticed that Jeff didn't
seem upset about all the free sex he was giving away.
The dog finally pulled his knot from Tracy. She cried
out in pain as he pulled free and then she just cried
quietly. Her husband and daughter were crying too.
Hell, I was so upset I felt like crying.
Gene led the dog away and I thought it was over. I am
apparently the only one that thought that. He came back
out in a couple of minutes with another dog, a large
German shepherd. It started all over again with the new
dog. I won't go into detail. It was a repetition of the
first dog rape and it was just as disgusting.
I glanced back out at the audience and I noticed that
Sharon was still on her knees and had gotten halfway
around the second of her four tables providing free
face fucks. You couldn't call them blowjobs.
When the second dog finally pulled free he was led
backstage. Gene came right back out though. This time
he was leading a huge Great Dane. Gene held him back
and once the crowd settled down again Jeff went over to
Tracy and slapped her face a couple of times to get her
attention.
When she finally looked him in the eye and appeared
more or less lucid he said, "You look tired Tracy. It
must be pretty hard work fucking those dogs. Just to
show you that my heart is in the right place I'm going
to offer you a chance to take a break."
Everyone, including Tracy, knew that he had something
nasty in mind. He stood there smiling down at her and
said, "If you would like, I'll let you up and Jennifer
can take your place with this last dog. Sweet, virginal
Jennifer. Then you could take a break."
Tracy screamed, "NO! You leave my daughter alone!"
Jeff acted hurt and said, "Tracy! I was just trying to
be nice. I'll tell you what. Since your pussy looks so
red and sore I'm going to let you suck Titan's cock
instead of fucking him. How does that sound?"
Tracy groaned and said, "Oh god no! I can't do that!"
Jeff sounded so sympathetic when he said, "Okay Tracy.
That's alright. We'll just let him fuck Jennifer and
you can rest."
The place was quiet except for the sound of thirteen
women sucking cocks in the audience. The men were
getting a huge kick out of the way that Jeff was
tormenting Tracy and her family.
Tracy finally whispered something and Jeff said, "What
was that Tracy? I couldn't hear you."
She was broken now. The only thing that mattered to her
was protecting her daughter. She cleared her throat and
said, "I said I'll do it. I'll suck the dog's cock."
There was laughter in the audience as Jeff untied her
from the bench. Gene brought the dog to the front of
the stage and it seemed to know that something good was
going to happen. He was agitated, hard to control. But
Gene got the dog to lie down and Jeff pushed Tracy off
of the bench. She crawled over to the dog and stared at
the large animal's incredibly large cock. Most of it
was still in the sheath but it had begun to grow erect
and already nearly two inches of it was uncovered. The
dog had undoubtedly detected the smell of cum in the
air and was already getting aroused.
Jeff nudged Tracy's ass with his foot and she seemed to
stir from her trance. She reached out and began to play
with the dog's cock. As it grew she bent forward with a
look of horror on her face that I could never
adequately describe and tentatively licked at the
narrow tip, making it grow hard that much quicker.
I was shocked. I had no idea that a dog's cock could
grow that large. It looked to be almost ten inches long
and she could just barely get her hands around it at
the base.
She had tears running down her cheeks as she bent down
and took the dog's cock into her mouth. She started
sucking and gagging almost continuously.
Jeff kicked her in the backside again and said, "Come
on you stupid cunt. You can do better than that. We
taught you how to suck a cock. A cock is a cock for
Christ's sake. Suck that thing bitch. Take it down your
throat and hold it there until he finishes with you."
I realized that the dog's cock was filling her mouth
and throat with its slimy cum almost from the
beginning. It was hunching its hips at first but
finally it relaxed and let Tracy do all of the work.
She took him into her throat and her back arched as she
choked and gagged but she got her natural instincts
under control and held on, allowing the dog to get all
but the huge knot in her mouth and throat.
It went on for a very long time. He lasted much longer
than the first two dogs. But finally it was over and
she let his cock fall from her mouth. She sat up and
fought to control her rebelling stomach while the crowd
cheered.
Gene led the dog backstage and Jeff pulled Tracy up by
a handful of her hair and made her lie back down on the
bench. She sobbed, "Please, no more! I can't take
anymore."
Jeff smiled down at her and said, "That's okay Tracy.
You can rest for a few minutes now. But if you move
I'll have every stray dog in town rounded up for you."
She went limp and lay there on the bench with her eyes
closed and cried quietly. Jeff turned to Chuck and Ron
who were still holding and crudely groping Jennifer and
he nodded.
They led her over to the bench and stood her at her
mother's head. Then they bent her down and she rested
her weight on her mother's stomach. They moved her down
until her virgin opening was located right over her
mother's face and in a calm, reasonable voice Jeff
said, "Remember what I told you Tracy."
Then he moved over behind Jennifer and pulled his pants
and his underwear down. He slid his hard cock between
the poor girl's thighs and I had to look away. I had
been wishing since the beginning of this hellish
performance that I had not listened to Sharon. I wished
that I had stalked that cruel son of a bitch and shot
him to death. But I hadn't and now I couldn't stand to
watch as he raped that young girl while she rested on
her mother's raped and degraded body.
I turned away and looked at the lust filled expressions
on the faces of the men in the audience as Jennifer
cried out. It occurred to me that this was why Jeff had
raped Sharon earlier to take the edge off. He wanted to
last a long time when he raped Tracy's little girl in
front of her and her husband.
I tried not to think about what was happening on the
stage. I looked back once to see him raping that young
girl with his typical, vicious thrusts. She cried out
with each stroke and I saw her young, immature breasts
bouncing on her small chest as she clung to her mother
and they both cried hysterically. I couldn't watch much
of that though. I turned back to the audience.
At first I couldn't locate Sharon. I finally spotted
her on her hands and knees near one of her tables. She
was being fucked from behind by one customer and
another was fucking her face just as enthusiastically.
Others were lined up and impatiently waiting their
turns.
As soon as one man came in either of her openings and
moved away another man took his place. The two men who
were raping her when I spotted her reached orgasm and
then two more men raped her to conclusion before Jeff
finished raping Jennifer on stage.
Jennifer's torment wasn't over though. If, indeed, her
torment would ever end. The memories of this night
would no doubt haunt her for the rest of her life.
As soon as Jeff stepped away from her, leaving her
young body exposed and vulnerable, Chuck took his turn.
He was followed immediately by Ron and then of course
Gene was last. When Gene was finished with her the
bartender came on stage and pulled his big cock out. He
leaned down and whispered something to Jennifer and she
nodded.
She slid off of her mother and dropped to her knees in
front of Danny. There was pure terror on her face as
she looked at his large, throbbing cock bouncing around
right in front of her face.
Danny said something to her and she put her hand around
the base of his cock, or at least as far around it as
it would go. Then she leaned forward and started
kissing it while one of the cameramen got some close-
ups of what was obviously her first oral sex.
She kissed and then licked his cock for a minute or two
before taking the head of it into her mouth. Danny was
obviously not satisfied with how little of his massive
organ she could take in her mouth. He held her head and
tried very hard to stuff more of it into her mouth. But
she was just too small and despite his best efforts it
wouldn't go any farther.
Fortunately, I guess, he didn't last long before he
held on tight and shot his load down her throat. As he
pulled his cock out of her mouth she started to gag and
he slapped her and yelled at her that if she didn't
keep it down he'd do it again.
I hoped it was over now. But they had one last
indignity planned for her. They had pulled her father's
pants down to his ankles and Chuck and Ron dragged the
poor girl over and forced her mouth down over his cock.
As soon as his cock was hard they pulled her up and sat
her down on it and ordered her to fuck him until he
reached orgasm.
There was a vacant look in her eyes now. She obeyed
their orders listlessly. But she obeyed. I couldn't see
her father's face. Her body was between me and him. I
don't think I needed to see his face to know what he
was thinking or what he was feeling though.
Tracy hadn't moved since they had pulled Jennifer off
of her. She was lying on her back and crying so hard
that her whole body shook with the sobs.
Jennifer must have finally gotten her father to reach
orgasm, or at least Jeff was satisfied that she had
tried for long enough. They pulled her off of him and
put her in another straight chair that they had brought
on stage for her.
Ron and Gene took Tracy away and I guess they cleaned
her up. They brought her back out and put her back on
the bench and for the rest of the night men from the
audience came on stage and raped her in front of her
husband and daughter.
The regular show didn't stop though. The music started
again and the other women, after being given a chance
to clean up and refill everyone's drinks, took to the
stage again and did their individual acts as if they
were alone on stage. It was totally bizarre.
When the music started again the free sex came to an
end. Even the men that went up on stage to rape Tracy
had to start paying again. I saw each of them hand
Jennifer a one dollar bill before they raped her
mother.
Sharon was soon leading men back to her cube just like
all the others. After watching that horrible sex show
they were rowdier than normal and I heard a lot of
women crying out in pain as the men vented their lust
on them.
There were a lot more lap dances too. Sharon had been
given another table to serve to help cover for Tracy
while she was busy on stage. I had been so horrified by
what was happening that I hadn't even noticed how much
time had passed between Jeff getting everyone's
attention and Tracy being made available to the
audience for a dollar apiece. But once things settled
down and I looked at my watch I was surprised to see
that it was almost midnight. There was only another
hour to go before they closed up and the customers
left. Unfortunately, a lot of men can rape a woman in
an hour, especially when they double up.
In that last hour Sharon was raped by another eight
men. I have no idea how many men raped her during the
show. It looked like everyone at her five tables had an
opportunity though.
They finally ran everyone out at one in the morning. It
had been physically exhausting for the women and
mentally exhausting for their husbands. Yes, I know.
There is no comparison. It had, of course, been much
harder for the women.
But I desperately needed a drink. The things that I had
witnessed tonight would scar me for the rest of my
life. I didn't doubt that it would have the same effect
on the other twelve couples that were forced to witness
what took place. I have no idea how Tracy, Chad and
Jennifer are going to survive.
Chuck came around after all the customers were gone and
picked up the money that I had collected from Sharon's
customers for the opportunity to rape her. Then Sharon
and I went to work cleaning off the tables and putting
the chairs up. We cleaned up under them and finally we
were done for the night. Sharon and the other women all
got dressed and we gathered by the door. It was two in
the morning by the time we got out of there. Tracy and
her family were still on stage. I don't know what was
in store for them now.
As we were gathered at the door waiting to be released,
Jeff came out and said, "I hope everyone got the
message this evening. If not, well, we never run out of
ideas. Now get out of here."
We rode home in silence. I wondered if what we had seen
this evening would have any effect on her refusal to
let me take any action to get these men out of our
lives. When we got home I found that it had. Not the
effect I had anticipated though.
As soon as we were safely inside I headed for the
kitchen to make us both a stiff drink. It was late and
we were both exhausted but we were too distraught to go
straight to bed. When I brought our drinks into the
living room Sharon was sitting there in the nude
rubbing skin lotion on her sore knees.
She took the drink that I offered her and took several
large swallows. She looked me in the eyes and said,
"That's why I don't want you to do anything, Mike. I
don't want it to be us up on that stage. I don't want
it to be me getting raped by dogs and then by every man
in the club. What we have to deal with now is...I can't
think of a word bad enough. It's horrible. But it could
be so much worse. I can't imagine how those three
people are going to deal with what happened to them
tonight. That poor little girl! Those men should be
shot. You are right about that. But not by you, it's
too big a risk. I just want to survive this and get on
with our lives."
I couldn't blame her for what she felt, especially
after what I witnessed this evening. I didn't agree
that the only solution was to submit. But I couldn't
put her in further jeopardy by doing something stupid
either. We did learn one valuable lesson this evening.
The dumbest thing we could do would be to call the
cops. That was how Tracy and her family had ended up on
that stage this evening.
We took our drinks upstairs. I didn't even think about
the fact that we had eaten nothing today until after
Sharon took a shower and we were in bed. I offered to
make her something but she shook her head and said, "No
baby. Thanks for offering. I'm too tired and too upset.
I couldn't eat."
I knew how she felt. I was too tired and too stressed
out to eat too. The images of that horrible show this
evening were turning my stomach.
What was almost as distressing was how much the men in
that audience of perverts had obviously enjoyed it. I
had noticed that many of them, when they went up to
hand that young girl a dollar to rape her mother, had
pawed her as well. You could see that they were
disappointed that she wasn't being thrown to the wolves
along with her mother.
In the morning we were still too tired and stressed out
to eat breakfast. I made coffee while Sharon got
dressed, if you want to call putting on that dress she
had to wear getting dressed. Each day her dress was a
little more revealing. She had arranged them that way,
but it had been difficult. All of them were outrageous
and totally inappropriate for the office.
Today's dress was a lighter color than the previous two
and her nipples were far more obvious. It also had a
very deep cleavage. It was totally unsuited to wear to
work. But she had no choice, especially now that she
had been instructed to ask Mr. Kraft to call Jeff this
afternoon.
We planned on going out to lunch today but that fell
through. Sharon called me to say that she had to stop
by Mr. Kraft's office and give him Jeff's number and
ask him to call and that she would come to my office so
that we could go to lunch. I waited for a few minutes
and instead she called and asked me to come to Mr.
Kraft's office. Her voice sounded shaky and I knew that
I wasn't going to like what I found when I got there.
I was right. I knocked at his door and he called out
for me to come in. I opened his door and saw him
fucking Sharon while she was bent over sucking off my
supervisor, Mr. James.
He looked up and said, "Come in and lock the door
Mike." I sighed in deepening despair and followed his
instructions. When the door was locked I was instructed
to sit near them. Once I was seated Mr. Kraft asked,
"Are you comfortable Mike?"
I just stared at him.
He chuckled and said, "I decided to share the wealth
and invite your supervisor to join in the fun and
games. I hope you don't mind. Well, no, actually, I
hope you do. I've never fucked a beautiful young woman
in front of her husband before and the idea of it
really turns me on. Sharon has been telling me some of
the things that have been happening to you lately. I
suppose that I find them a lot more interesting than
you do."
He turned his attention back to Sharon then. He was
nearing orgasm and he sped up and began to fuck her
violently for a moment before he tensed up and sighed
loudly. When he was done he stepped away and leaned
back against his desk. He watched Sharon sucking Mr.
James' cock for a moment and then he said, "I
understand that you are getting pretty good at cleaning
up after your sweet young wife gets fucked. I want you
to come over here and demonstrate for me and Cal how
you clean up after someone fucks her."
Mr. James moaned and said, "Hurry up Mike. I want to
see that before I bust a nut here and I'm getting
close."
I gave in. What choice did I have? I went over and
dropped to my knees in front of Mr. Kraft and sucked
his cock clean. I started to move away to clean Sharon
but he stopped me.
"You aren't done here Mike. My balls are pretty nasty
too. Come on boy, if a job is worth doing it's worth
doing right."
I turned back and licked his balls clean and even
licked up a few traces of cum that were on his thighs.
Then I turned and ate Sharon's pussy clean while she
brought my supervisor to a climax.
I hoped that it was over but my hopes were dashed when
Mr. James said, "I still want to fuck that pretty cunt
baby. Get me hard again."
Sharon took him back into her mouth and he quickly got
hard again. As soon as his cock was hard he got up and
made her kneel on the cushion of his chair and lean
forward over the back of it. Then he ordered me to come
closer and guide his cock into her pussy.
I obeyed and as soon as Mr. James was happily fucking
my wife Mr. Kraft stepped closer and watched his cock
moving in and out of her. After a moment he said, "I've
never actually seen a woman getting fucked up close and
personal like this. It's pretty exciting isn't it
Mike?"
I ignored him, which turned out to be a mistake. He
paused for a minute before he said, "Well, if you don't
want to talk let's find something else to do with your
mouth. I've never been sucked off by another man
before. I've heard that they are pretty good at it once
they get a little practice. Come on boy, open wide."
I turned to face him and opened my mouth. I had had
enough cocks in my mouth lately that it probably
shouldn't have been as traumatic as it was. I guess it
was just the idea that this was Mr. Kraft, someone I
worked with, someone that I knew. It wasn't one of
those nasty perverts from the club. For some reason
that made it worse.
Mr. Kraft watched me suck his cock for a few seconds
but quickly turned his attention back to Mr. James
raping my wife. As he watched he held my head in his
hands and began to fuck my mouth and throat. I had done
this enough times in the last week that you would have
thought it would have started to get easier. It hadn't.
It hurt like hell. But the humiliation was far worse
than the physical pain.
Mr. James reached orgasm first and remained with his
cock buried in Sharon until Mr. Kraft pulled my face
against his belly and came in my throat. When he was
finished he staggered away and my supervisor pulled out
of my wife's pussy and said, "Come on boy, show me what
you've got."
I moved closer and took is nasty cock in my mouth and
sucked him clean. I made sure to get his balls clean
too. Then, after he pulled away I cleaned Sharon again.
I saw Mr. Kraft glance at the clock on the wall. I
looked up and saw that we only had a little more than
fifteen minutes of our lunch hour left. Of course, now
that both of our supervisors were colluding there was
no assurance that these rapes would be confined to our
lunch hour now.
Our supervisors got dressed and we waited for them to
give some indication that we could leave. I finally
said, "Sharon and I have not eaten in almost two days.
Would you please permit her to get dressed and allow us
to go get a hamburger?"
They were both totally satisfied now and obviously
pleased by our submission. They looked at each other
and finally Mr. Kraft said, "I don't see why not. We
don't want you two getting sick. I want you both back
in here at three when I call this guy Jeff. If we want
either one of you before then we'll call you."
Sharon dressed hurriedly and we got out of there before
they changed their minds. We were quiet all of the way
to the burger place. There wasn't much to say. We
certainly didn't want to talk about what had just taken
place in Mr. Kraft's office or what we had to look
forward to tonight at the club.
We went through the drive-through again and got a
couple of burgers and soft drinks and drove out by the
runway to eat. Even though I had not eaten at all
yesterday and not much the day before I couldn't finish
my burger. Sharon didn't finish hers either. But at
least we were able to get the terrible taste that
lingered from being raped by our supervisors out of our
mouths. Unfortunately the memories were not that easy
to purge.
I didn't feel any need to hurry back. I didn't think
that they would say anything if we were a few minutes
late. They were having too much fun with us for the
moment. It was a quarter after two when I finally got
back to the office. We sat in the car for a couple of
minutes more. We had not spoken except to order food
since we left Kraft's office.
I reached over and took Sharon's hand and squeezed. She
looked up and I saw that she was on the verge of tears.
I moved closer and took her in my arms and told her I
loved her and the damn burst. She cried loud and hard
and I just held her close. There was nothing I could
say to make things better.
She finally calmed down and dried her eyes. She blew
her nose and finally she turned and kissed me and said,
"You're so smart. I love you Mike."
I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. She
saw the confusion on my face and she smiled wryly and
said, "If you had said that everything was going to be
okay I would have slapped you silly. You were smart
enough to know that I just needed to be held."
She kissed me again and we went inside. We got a few
strange looks as we went in. In part I suppose that was
due to the hour of our return, it was 2:30 now. But I
imagine that Sharon's dress was the reason for most of
the looks we got.
We split up inside and I said, "See you at three," as
we headed for our offices.
I went to my cube and sat down and just stared at
Sharon's picture on my desk for a few minutes. I had no
intention of doing any work for the next half hour. My
reverie was disturbed when Paul came in and said, "Hey
Mike, do you have a minute?"
I looked up, startled. I had been sitting in an almost
trance-like state, my mind completely blank. I nodded
to Paul and he came in and sat down in the chair beside
my desk. He obviously had something on his mind and it
didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what it
was. He had been noticing the way Sharon had dressed
this week. It was totally out of character for her and
he was curious.
As it turned out though, that was a part of what was on
his mind. But it was more than that. He was
uncomfortable but he finally asked, "Mike, is
everything alright with you and Sharon?"
I tried to figure out how to answer him but he went on,
"You seem really upset. You haven't been yourself for
more than a week now. You don't smile or laugh or even
leave your cubicle to talk to anyone. And Sharon! My
god! I mean, she is hot, I love her new outfits. But I
know her well enough to know that she is not
comfortable in those dresses. What's going on man? Are
you guys...Jesus! I don't even know what to ask. I
can't imagine what would bring about this change in you
two. Are you guys in some kind of trouble?"
I certainly couldn't answer him honestly. I didn't know
what to say. I liked Paul. We had been friends since I
started working here. He is my age and we have a lot in
common. He is still single and we invite him over for
dinner sometimes so he knew Sharon pretty well too.
I finally said, "I don't know what to tell you Paul.
There is obviously something going on. I don't want to
lie to you. But I can't really talk about it right now.
I appreciate your concern though."
He tried to get me to open up but I couldn't. He was
still concerned when he left my cube but I had to hurry
him out. I had an appointment with Kraft in his office
in a couple of minutes.
I got up and went down to the other end of the building
to Sharon's cube. She was sitting at her desk staring
blankly at her computer screen. I guess she was getting
as much work done as I was lately.
She looked up when I came in and the look of despair on
her face broke my heart. I looked down at the
beautiful, sexy young woman who was my loving wife and
the realization that now her entire life revolved
around being a rape victim was a knife in my guts.
The idea that it was no longer confined to the
activities at the club but was now a problem in the
office too made it exponentially worse on both a mental
and a physical level. We never had a moment to rest. We
spent our nights in the club where she was raped and
humiliated and degraded constantly on a level we could
never even have imagined before it happened. We had
only enough time to go home after we left the club and
sleep for three or four hours at the most, not nearly
long enough to recuperate. Then we came to our real
jobs and the degradation began all over again. Our
world seemed to be populated now by dirty old men who
were free to rape us at will. We didn't get enough to
eat and we didn't get enough sleep. I didn't see how we
could keep this up for months.
Sharon got to her feet and we went down to Kraft's
office. His door was open and Mr. James was in with
him. They saw us approach and Kraft waved us in and
ordered me to lock his door.
As soon as the door was locked he ordered Sharon to
undress. When she was naked he waved her over and
pulled her into his lap. His hands began to grope her
immediately. He was rough and you got the impression
that he was doing it not for the pleasure he received
from touching her but for the sole purpose of
humiliating her.
He picked up the phone and dialed Jeff's number and
then we listened to his half of the conversation as he
sat there with his fingers inside of my wife. They
talked a little about the club and Kraft told Jeff how
much he was enjoying the services of both of us now. He
also mentioned his good friend Mr. James. He thanked
Jeff for training us so well.
There was a discussion of the DVDs that Jeff had made
of our exploits and then Kraft and James were offered a
membership in the club. They had obviously been hoping
for just such an offer and they accepted immediately.
I didn't see how it could make our lives any worse for
the moment. My concern was that now it would never end.
Even when Jeff and his crew tired of us we would still
be under the thumbs of Mr. Kraft and Mr. James. While
both men were more than twice our age, neither one was
anywhere near retirement age. This situation could go
on forever now.
The phone call lasted nearly twenty minutes and after
it ended Kraft laid Sharon across his desk and fucked
her pussy while James fucked her throat. They both
mauled her tits roughly as they raped her.
Kraft reached orgasm first and he watched James until
he shot his seed into her throat. When James pulled his
cock free Kraft pulled his soft cock out of her pussy.
He stared down at her freshly fucked hole and when his
cum started to leak out of her he scooped it up and
painted her lips with it. He ordered her to lick her
lips and he repeated that process several times until
he was bored. Then he made me clean him and what was
left of the mess he had deposited in her.
While I was sucking her pussy clean Kraft and James
were joking about not being able to get it up again
tonight when they visited the club for the first time.
Somehow I couldn't find it in myself to feel sorry for
them.
They finally let Sharon dress. It was now only ten
minutes until quitting time. Before we left Kraft said,
"Sharon, from now on I don't see any need for that tiny
little scrap of cloth you wear under your dress. It's
sexy, but I prefer being able to see and touch your
cunt whenever I want. And I think more people should
get to enjoy that little thing. If it were up to me,
I'd have you come to work naked. But I can't get away
with that. So for now I want you to just wear the
dresses and the shoes. Your ass looks so hot in those
high heels."
Sharon just nodded.
Kraft said, "Okay, you two can go now. We're going to
get something to eat. We'll see you this evening when
the club opens."
Sharon and I took that as permission to leave the
building. It would make us a little late but we decided
to stop at a restaurant with a good salad bar and just
have a quick salad and a drink before we went to the
club.
We still got to the club in plenty of time to get
Sharon's tables ready and no one said anything to us.
We were ready with a half hour to spare and we went
over to stand by our cubicle like the other couples.
A few minutes later the bartender came over. He said,
"You are going to have to take care of table five
tonight. That lazy bitch Tracy is taking another day
off."
After what Tracy and her husband and daughter had gone
through I would be shocked if they came back in here.
Danny grabbed Sharon and took her into her cube. She
had already removed her dress. All she had on since we
arrived was her normal working uniform, black high
heels. Danny pushed her towards the bed and ordered her
to get up on her hands and knees. He pulled his pants
down while she was getting on the bed. When he had
exposed his large cock sufficiently he moved closer to
the bed and arranged Sharon so that her knees were
right on the edge.
I turned to face the club. I had no desire to watch
this creep rape my wife. I heard her cry out in pain
and I turned back to see him trying to force his cock
into her. I didn't realize that he was trying to rape
her ungreased ass.
He called me in. From his voice it sounded like he
resented the fact that she couldn't accommodate his
large cock. When I saw where he was trying to put it I
was afraid that he was going to damage her.
He ordered me to use my tongue to get her ass ready for
him. I begged him to let me use a lubricant and stretch
her out with my fingers so that he didn't harm her. He
smiled evilly and said, "I don't like that shit. So you
had best do a good job with your fucking tongue. One of
these days I'm going to fuck your faggot ass and I
ain't gonna use grease for you either. Now do what I
fucking told you god damn it!"
I leaned over and licked Sharon's ass and put my tongue
inside her as far as it would go. I got it as wet as
possible and pushed as much saliva into her orifice as
I could. I kept it up until he got impatient. He pulled
my face away using a handful of my hair as a handle and
steered my mouth to his hard cock. When the head of his
cock was resting against my lips he said, "I'll do you
a favor faggot. I'll let you get my cock wet too. Just
don't enjoy it too much."
I opened my mouth and he shoved his hard, fat cock all
the way into my mouth and throat in one vicious thrust.
It hurt but I was getting used to it. I didn't even gag
this time. I used my tongue as much as possible and
made his cock as wet as I could. He didn't give me much
time and I must confess that I had mixed emotions about
that. I knew that he was going to cause Sharon a lot of
pain with his fat, ungreased cock.
He pushed my head away after a few strokes and said,
"Okay faggot. Line me up and help me get that big pole
in your pretty wife's little hole."
I pulled one of her ass cheeks out, spreading her open
so that I could see her tiny pink hole and guided his
cock to her with my hand. There was still quite a bit
of saliva there but saliva is not a good lubricant.
Sharon cried out in pain as Danny forced his cock into
her with no concern for her feelings or her safety.
Sharon was crying loudly and with every stroke she
cried out in pain. I tried to move away but Danny said,
"Don't move you fucking wimp. I want you to see how
it's done. This is how to fuck a broad. Fucking is all
about a man getting his rocks off. It ain't supposed to
feel good for the bitch. Watch and learn faggot."
I had become aware of the second bouncer entering the
cube and watching Danny rape Sharon's ass. He said,
"Shit Danny. Don't kill the whore." He watched for a
minute or two and then he asked, "Want me to put
something in her mouth to shut her up?"
Danny was grunting with the exertion as he fucked
Sharon violently. He said, "You can fuck her mouth if
you want Sid. I like hearing her cry when I fuck her
but I don't really have time to do it right. I gotta
finish up behind the bar. So go ahead and plug the
other end. You want wussy here to feed it to her for
you?"
Sid said, "Naw. I don't have any use for faggots. I can
find her mouth without his help. My cock will just home
in on all the fucking noise."
Sid walked around to the other side of the narrow cot.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Sharon
may have been aware that he was there but all of her
attention was focused on the pain in her ass. She
didn't respond at first when Sid placed the head of his
cock against her lips.
He gave her ten or fifteen seconds and then he backed
off a little and drew back and gave her a vicious slap
to the face.
She cried out and almost fell off the cot. Sid stepped
close again and grabbed a handful of her hair. This
time when he placed his cock against her lips she
opened her mouth and started sucking on him.
He didn't really give her much of a chance to suck his
cock though. He started pulling her face down his shaft
and thrusting his hips and his cock. Thankfully his
cock was no larger than mine. He drove it in to the
hilt with the first cruel thrust.
Soon the two men's strokes were coordinated and Sharon
was grunting loudly around the cock in her mouth as
Danny fucked her with increasing violence.
I continued to kneel where Danny wanted me. His cock
was raping Sharon's ass less than two feet from my
face. But I wasn't watching. I was staring at nothing
and trying not to hear the pain that Sharon was
suffering. I almost didn't notice when Danny shot his
cum into her. He made sure I was aware of it though. He
pulled his cock out of her and turned to face me. I
knew what he wanted and I didn't hesitate. I opened my
mouth and sucked it clean.
When he was satisfied he left me there and pulled his
pants up and left without a word. I was relieved that
he hadn't ordered me to clean Sharon. I am pretty sure
that we both preferred that she clean herself with warm
water and a cloth.
A few minutes later Sid reached his orgasm. Sharon
swallowed and he backed up and zipped his pants up.
After he left I helped Sharon up and I dampened a cloth
for her. While she was cleaning herself I noticed the
red marks on her face from Sid's zipper rubbing against
her tender skin.
When she was finished cleaning up I suggested that she
put some cream on her face. She rubbed her face where
the marks were. Her eyes were red from crying and she
had a kind of dazed look on her face.
I suggested that she take a couple of Tylenol before
the club opened and she said, "I already did. I take a
couple every night before I have to come here. It
doesn't help much. These beasts are stronger than
Tylenol and most of the pain is in my mind. I sometimes
think that I am going to go crazy."
She got a small tube of cream out of her purse and I
applied it to the red marks on her face. They weren't
that bad. They would be gone in a little while. It was
more irritation than damaged skin.
We stood outside the cube when she had put the cream
away. I told her I loved her and she grinned wryly. We
were discreet about it. We didn't want to attract
attention to ourselves.
We heard the music start. That was the sign that the
club was open. I turned to face the tables and Sharon
moved over to await her first customers.
The first two men to come in were Mr. Kraft and Mr.
James. The other bouncer, Mo, escorted them across the
club to Jeff's office. They were in there for a long
time but I had to watch Sharon and didn't waste too
much time worrying about them.
Sharon was soon fetching drinks and being roughly
handled by five tables full of horny, perverted men.
They took it kind of easy on her until everyone at her
tables had drinks. Once everyone had been served
though, the torment started getting ramped up.
Her first customers were two older, grossly overweight
men that looked like brothers. They escorted her to the
cube and I followed them in and collected their money.
Then I stepped out again.
As soon as I was outside I turned to watch the girl on
stage. I had seen her in here every time we came in but
I didn't know her. I didn't even know her name. She was
a very pretty, very young looking blonde with a phony
smile pasted on her lips and a sad look in her eyes.
Some of the girls actually danced when they were on
stage. But most of them had some kind of sexual act
that they had to perform. They were all choreographed
by someone who worked for Jeff. They were all obscene
and humiliating and degrading. Some of them, I am
embarrassed to admit, were very exciting to watch. I
couldn't help wondering what Sharon would be made to do
when they gave her an act.
I noticed our supervisors, Mr. James and Mr. Kraft,
coming out of Jeff's office finally. They talked to
Danny for a minute and then they found a table with two
empty chairs. They were not at one of Sharon's tables.
But then, they didn't need to be. They could fuck her
at the office five days a week.
I noticed that they were both carrying small, brown
paper bags when they came out of Jeff's office and I
remembered that they said something about Jeff offering
them copies of the DVDs that they had made of us. I
hated the idea that those things even existed but I
didn't see where they could make our lives any harder
in the hands of James and Kraft.
I had been so distracted that I hadn't noticed the
passing of time. I was startled when the two men came
out of Sharon's cube and returned to the table. She
came out a few minutes later. She didn't look at me but
as she brushed by me she reached out and squeezed my
hand.
As I watched her walk back to refresh her customer's
drinks at her tables I noticed that her ass was bright
red. One of them must have given her quite a spanking
in there but the music was so loud that I hadn't even
heard it!
I watched Sharon fill the drink orders and then perform
a couple of lap dances. Half way through the second lap
dance the guy she was straddling and getting groped by
stopped her and she slid out of his lap and stepped
back. He got up and followed her back to her cube. I
guess he was so turned on by the lap dance that he
needed some relief.
I followed them into the cube and took his money. He
paid for a blowjob. After he paid me he dropped his
pants and sat on the cot. I started to turn and leave
but he stopped me.
I turned back to see what he wanted and he just smiled
at me and started asking personal questions while
Sharon sucked his cock. He wasn't brutal. He didn't
pull on her head or pull her hair or anything. She was
taking him down her throat but it wasn't as bad for her
as it often was.
He was a reasonably well dressed and prosperous looking
man in his early fifties. Unlike some of the customer
she brought back here he seemed clean. He was well
spoken and obviously well educated. He seemed like a
nice, normal guy, except that he liked having sex with
women who were being forced and he liked to do it in
front of their husbands so that he could humiliate us
both at the same time.
He asked me how old we were and how we had met. He
wanted to know how old we had been when we had met and
while she sucked his cock I had to tell him about the
first time we had sex and then about the first night of
our honeymoon.
He still hadn't reached orgasm when I finished telling
him about our honeymoon so he asked me to tell him
about the night that Jeff and his three partners first
enslaved us.
That was what it took to get him off. He enjoyed
hearing those details so much that after he filled
Sharon's mouth with cum he told me to hand him his
pants. He took out his wallet and he handed me the
money for another blowjob. Then he made me continue and
he came the second time just as I was describing how
she was raped by the dog. My actual memories of that
night were still very sketchy. But the events had been
burned into my memory later when they made us watch the
DVD. It didn't matter to him though. He took great
pleasure in hearing me describe what happened to us
that night. He kept interrupting to ask for details of
various sex acts and he got a big kick out of hearing
about the two black men raping me too.
He finally came a second time and after he left Sharon
rinsed out her mouth and hurried out to fill all of the
drink orders that were sure to have accumulated while
she was in her cube.
For the rest of the evening there was a steady stream
of men bringing Sharon to her cube and raping her after
paying me for the pleasure. Quite a few of them
increased their pleasure by making me stay in the room
and watching and several of them made me assist by
feeding their cocks into whichever orifice they had
paid to use or by cleaning them up afterwards.
Mr. James and Mr. Kraft both came into the back with
one of the other women before they went home. They both
stopped on the way to and from the cubicles assigned to
the women that they had chosen to pay to rape and
looked into ours to watch Sharon satisfying some
strange man for money. They seemed to find it very
amusing.
It finally ended and the dwindling crowd was ushered
out. I had begun to notice that the crowd thinned
between ten and eleven on weekdays. By one o'clock in
the morning the place was usually less than half full.
There were enough men left to make things unpleasant
for the women and their husbands. But it was those
first few hours that were the worst.
On the other hand, by one in the morning we were all
really dragging. I assumed that most of the other
couples were in the same boat that we were and had real
jobs. Most families these days needed two incomes to
get by. We were more fortunate than most because one of
our days off from the club was Sunday so we could have
an entire day off. I doubted if the couples that had
only weekdays off could get enough time to recuperate
from their regular jobs and the horrors of this place.
As soon as everyone left, Chuck came around for the
money I had collected. We cleaned our tables and put
the chairs up. We policed up the crap on the floor. The
women were allowed to dress and at last we went home.
As usual it was a quiet ride home and as soon as we
stepped inside Sharon undressed while I made us a
drink. It had been a rough night and Sharon said, "I
need a hot bath. Care to join me?"
We went up and drew a bath and sat together soaking in
the hot water. Another long night of rape and
humiliation was over. This would be the first full week
of working in the club and we were only half way
through it. We were already emotionally and physically
drained. I didn't think it would be possible to keep
this up for an entire week, much less for months!
I finished my drink and moved around in the big Jacuzzi
tub until I was seated behind Sharon. I massaged her
shoulders and neck for a few minutes and then I just
held her in my arms. We were both exhausted and I had
no idea how we were going to wake up in time to go to
work in only four short hours from now. We almost fell
asleep in the tub. If the water hadn't started getting
uncomfortably cold we probably would have.
We got up and I dried Sharon and then myself. We
brushed our teeth and she used some hemorrhoid ointment
on both her ass and her pussy to ease the pain and
swelling. Then we went to bed and fell asleep almost
instantly.
When I heard the alarm in the morning I looked at it
and saw that it had been buzzing for fifteen minutes
before it woke me. I shook Sharon until she woke up and
while she took a quick shower I made coffee. While the
coffee maker did its thing I went back up and took a
shower. Even the shower didn't wake me up fully. I felt
like I had been drugged.
We had a cup of coffee for breakfast and another to
take with us. We didn't talk much. We never seemed to
talk much anymore. There was only one major event in
our lives at the moment and we didn't want to talk
about that.
We still felt close those. We held hands and we kissed
and we sat together when we could. But we sat in
silence.
When it was time to go I drove us to work. As soon as I
got to my cube Mr. James called me to his office. I
went down the hall and knocked on his open door. He
waved me in and I stepped inside but left his door
open. He looked tired but he smiled at me and said,
"Jesus Mike! I'm exhausted! I just wanted to tell you
that I was up until after one this morning watching the
first DVD and it was the hottest thing I've ever seen
in my life."
I knew Kraft was an asshole but I had always thought
that James was a pretty nice guy. I thought he was just
going along for the ride with Kraft. I had obviously
been mistaken.
I tried not to let the way that I felt about him show
on my face when I said, "Mr. James, we were raped. It
was horrible. We are still being raped. I'm not sure
that we will survive this. How can you think that is
hot?"
He smiled even wider and shrugged and said, "I must
admit that I am a little surprised myself. I have read
stories about things like this on the internet and
found them arousing. But I never thought I would enjoy
living one of them. It turns out I'm more of a bastard
than I thought I was. I even got turned on watching you
get raped by those two black guys last night. That was
the hottest movie I've ever seen."
"I also bought the one of that woman, what was her
name? Oh yes! Tracy! Tracy and her husband and
daughter. From Jeff's description of it, it sounds
pretty exciting. I wish I could have been there to see
that. He has recommended a few others that I'm going to
purchase when we go back. Jeff has one hell of a
collection. Some of those punishment DVDs sound very
exciting. They're expensive though. Your first DVD is
going for one hundred and fifty dollars! I must admit
though, it was worth it. I can't wait until lunch time
to fuck Sharon though. I am going to have to invite her
in here after my morning meeting. Christ I'm horny! You
can get to work now. I just wanted you to know how much
I was enjoying the club and those DVDs."
I couldn't believe it! The son of a bitch actually had
the nerve to call me in to tell me how much he enjoyed
watching my wife and I on the night that they had
drugged us and raped us for hours on end!
I shook my head and turned and went to my desk. I tried
to do a little work but I was exhausted and I was
having a hard time keeping my mind on work.
I saw James and Kraft and Sharon go by my cube about an
hour later. They went into James' office and shut the
door. I saw Sharon come out about forty minutes later.
Her hair was mussed and I could tell that she had just
been raped again. I didn't know if the others who saw
her coming out of that room could tell but it seemed
obvious to me.
As she came down the hall I could see her breasts
moving under that thin dress she was wearing. Her
nipples were obvious and I don't know about anyone else
but I could tell that she was no longer wearing her
little thongs. Between the way she dressed and the way
her hips swayed because of those high heel shoes she
looked like a prostitute, a sweet innocent prostitute.
But then, that's what she was now, that's what we both
were. And we weren't even getting any of the money.
Sharon stopped at my desk and said, "Well, at least
we'll be able to go to lunch. They are both big fans of
our movie. How about that Mike, we're movie stars!"
She was trying to keep it light but she sounded like
she was going to cry. I pulled her into my cube and
held her in my arms for a moment. She quickly
remembered where we were and stepped back. She smiled
and said, "Remember where we left off and we'll take up
there at lunch."
They apparently left her alone after that and we left
as soon as the clock hit twelve. We went to a
restaurant in town and had a nice meal. It had been a
while and to be perfectly honest I didn't care if we
were late getting back or not.
We did get back in time and I actually got a little
work done in the afternoon. I was working for my own
benefit though. The more that I concentrated on my work
the less time I spent being tortured by the images of
the things happening to Sharon.
Thursdays were usually my easiest day but I had done so
little work lately that I had several days of work
backed up. I didn't even realize that it was time to
leave until Sharon showed up at my cubicle. I shut my
computer off and stood up and suddenly realized that
nearly everyone had gone already.
I said, "Sorry, I guess I was working to forget and I
forgot."
She smiled and replied, "Good. I want you to keep
forgetting. But now we have to go and have another
evening to forget."
We had a big lunch and we weren't hungry so I suggested
that we have a salad and a drink again and Sharon
thought that was a good idea. We lingered over our
drink this time. We had never actually been told what
time we had to be at the club. They had just told us to
come there after work. I didn't see how they could
object to us having a salad before we went in as long
as he had enough time to get our tables ready.
We got to the club at five and I put the chairs down
while Sharon got undressed. I noticed that we were not
the last ones to arrive so I wasn't worried that we
were late.
We had Sharon's five tables ready with more than twenty
minutes to spare. Tracy still wasn't at work. I'd be
surprised if she and her husband came back. Once the
tables were ready we went to the door of our cubicle.
No one had every instructed us to do so. It just seemed
to be what everyone else did so we did it too.
We kept an eye on the two bouncers and the bartender.
They were at the bar talking among themselves and
ignoring us. As long as they ignored us we were happy.
When we were down to ten minutes to opening time Danny
came over and addressed everyone. He said, "I'm in
charge tonight. Jeff and the others won't be in. Anyone
needs anything they see me. I'm making a change to the
entertainment schedule."
Everyone waited nervously to find out what the change
would be. He turned to Sharon and said, "It's time you
started pulling your weight around here bitch. I don't
know why Jeff is taking it so easy on you. I'm giving
you a few more tables tonight, so you will have tables
one through eight. You will also be going on stage."
Sharon turned white. She said, "I don't know what to
do. They haven't given me anything to do on stage."
Danny smiled and said, "Don't worry bitch, this is
going to be easy. You'll go up once at seven and again
at ten. But don't worry, you won't be alone. You are
going on with Tanya. And all you have to do is what
comes natural to a couple of cunts like you. You'll get
up there and kiss and feel each other up. Then you lie
down and make out for a while. You end up in a nice hot
sixty-nine. That should turn the customers on and get
you some business. Do you have any questions?"
Sharon looked like she was going to faint. She said,
"Who is Tanya?"
A cute young woman with long brown hair held her hand
up. I looked at her and saw that she was just as upset
as Sharon was.
Sharon looked at Tanya and Tanya looked at her and
almost in unison they turned to Danny and meekly said,
"I've never..."
Danny said, "Good, it will be more exciting that way.
And it will be a learning experience for both of you. I
won't have any problems with you girls will I? The
customers would love another punishment session."
Sharon and Tanya both shook their heads quickly.
Danny ignored them after that and handed out the new
table assignments. Half of the women now had eight
tables and half had nine. I had been aware that they
had been taking it easy on Sharon, at least in the
number of tables she had to serve. I hadn't realized
that she was only serving half as many as the other
women. With their other duties it seemed like an awful
lot to ask of these women. They had to serve drinks,
get groped and do lap dances, put on sex shows and
allow any man that want to rape them to do so.
After Tanya got her table assignments she and Sharon
spoke briefly. Then they split up and we returned to
the door of our cubicles to wait for opening time. It
was only a few minutes later that the music started and
the men started filling up the tables a few at a time.
Sharon tried to keep up but it was a lot harder than
when she just had four or five tables. It wasn't that
she wasn't intelligent enough to fetch three or four
beers. But she had more to concentrate on than their
drink orders. Every time she got near anyone in this
place they groped her roughly. It made it hard to
concentrate.
She finally filled the drink orders for her eight
tables, all the time rushing her ass off. She only just
barely finished getting the men their drinks and
providing one lap dance before it was time for her
show.
Danny stopped the almost constant loud music at 7:00
P.M. and used the PA system to announce, "Gentlemen.
Tonight will be the new girl's first night on stage.
Sharon and Tanya are going to put on a little show for
you. This will be the first time eating pussy for both
of them so it should be amusing. Girls, get your hot
little asses up there and put on a good show, or else."
Tanya and Sharon met at the steps to the stage and as
they started up the stairs Danny put some soft jazz on.
It was a real relief after all of that constant hard
rock dance music. The crowd cheered and whistled for a
moment or two and then was quiet as the women moved to
the front center of the stage and began to kiss gently.
At first, as the women kissed, it was obvious that they
were both uncomfortable. But they began to caress each
other and the kiss became more passionate and soon it
was apparent to every man in the room that they were
getting into it.
I must confess that I was more than a little shocked to
see Sharon obviously enjoying making love to another
woman. I must also confess that my cock was hard as a
rock from watching.
They soon moved down and lay side by side facing each
other on the hard stage floor. They began to kiss and
touch again and it looked very much like they were
losing control. They reminded me of a couple of
teenagers making out.
After some time passed, I have no idea how long, like
everyone else in the room I was fascinated by the
erotic tryst taking place on stage, Tanya suddenly
seemed to take charge. She rolled Sharon over onto her
back and move around so that they were kissing still,
but facing in opposite directions.
They kissed for another moment or two and then Tanya
began to kiss her way down my wife's body. When she
reached Sharon's breasts her breasts were at Sharon's
lips. They licked and sucked and nibbled at each
other's breasts and I could hear sincere moans of
pleasure from both women all the way over to where I
was standing at the door to our cubicle.
They played with each other's breasts for a long time
before Tanya began to move down, kissing her way down
Sharon's stomach. As she moved, Sharon was lifting her
head to kiss and lick at Tanya's soft flesh as well.
I think that the time allotted to their performance had
already elapsed. But no one minded. And certainly no
one was going to interrupt.
Their lips were now mere inches from each other's sex
and it seemed like the men in the audience were all
holding their breath as they waited for touchdown. When
the women's lips finally touched each other's pussies
there was a collective sigh from the audience and a
moment of tentative exploration as each woman tasted a
pussy for the first time.
They seemed to quickly realize that eating pussy didn't
suck at all. In just a couple of minutes they were
really getting into it and they soon forgot all about
the dirty old men who they were supposed to be
entertaining. They both enjoyed a series of loud and
uninhibited orgasms and the show went on much longer
than Danny had demanded. He finally had to get on the
PA system and order them to break it up and get back to
work.
When his voice finally got through to them they stopped
what they were doing and seemed to come to their senses
and be embarrassed by what they had just done. Or
perhaps they were embarrassed that they had enjoyed it
so much.
They got to their feet and hurried off stage to a
standing ovation. It is a good thing that the other
women had been taking care of their tables while they
were on stage because they didn't get any time to take
drink orders. As soon as they stepped off stage they
were both escorted back to their cubicles by horny men
who couldn't wait to fuck them.
I lost track of Tanya after that. But Sharon was kept
so busy fucking dirty old men in her cubicle that she
didn't get to serve another beer or perform a lap dance
for almost two hours after her stage show.
When she finally went back to waiting on her eight
tables she looked exhausted. She tried to ignore the
groping hands as she refilled the drinks and by then it
was after ten o'clock and things were starting to calm
down.
There was still a steady stream of men that brought her
back to the cubicle to pay me to fuck her, but the
crowd was starting to thin out and the drinking was
slowing down. Her tables were slowly emptying and by
midnight she only had four tables that weren't empty.
Between midnight and one in the morning she only had to
have sex with two more men. She wasn't allowed to rest
though. If she wasn't fetching beers or getting fucked
she was at the tables being groped or sitting in
someone's lap being molested.
I had been left pretty much alone this evening. I had
been forced to watch everyone out at the tables
sexually assaulting Sharon. And I had been kept busy
collecting money from the men who paid to rape her and
then straightening up after they left the cube. But
except for handing me their money most of the men had
ignored me.
I was tired when they finally closed up at one. I had
been up since early this morning and I had only had
three or four hours sleep each night this week. But all
I had to do was stand here by the door. It was my poor
wife that was doing all of the work and suffering at
the hands of these assholes. I don't know how she could
stand it.
We all went about our cleanup duties after the
customers left but this evening, before they let us go,
Sharon, Tanya and Carol, a redhead that we hadn't met
yet, were ordered to stay behind and satisfy Danny and
the two bouncers. That didn't take long though and we
were still home before two in the morning.
When we got home I made us each our normal early
morning nightcap. It looked like I was going to have to
go to the liquor store soon. Those bottles don't last
as long once you start drinking the alcohol.
When I returned to the living room Sharon was naked
again, as usual. She took her drink and we touched
glasses and took a sip. We were both exhausted but she
had a funny look on her face. I let her guide me to the
couch and after I sat down she straddled my legs and
sat in my lap facing me. I didn't know what was on her
mind but I was enjoying the view.
She took another sip of her drink and asked, "Did you
enjoy the show?"
I hoped that this wasn't one of those trick questions.
You know, like, "Does this dress make me look fat?"
Because there was no lying about this. I had been just
as turned on as all the other men in the club, maybe
more.
I sighed and said, "I hope this doesn't piss you off,
but yes, I enjoyed it very much. You were hotter than
hell up there with that woman. I didn't expect to be
turned on by that but it was very exciting. Does that
bother you?"
She finally smiled and said, "No Mike. I was afraid you
were going to be upset when you saw how much I enjoyed
it. It was exciting wasn't it? Tanya enjoyed it too."
I replied, "Yes, it was very exciting. I wonder if you
will have to do it again."
She said, "I wonder what it would be like with just the
two of us in a nice, soft, clean bed?"
I reached up and teased her nipples and asked, "You
aren't thinking of leaving me for a woman are you?
After everything else that has happened I don't think
my ego could stand that."
She put her glass down on the end table and held my
hands against her breasts and said, "No baby, I would
never leave you. But I had no idea how sexy it could be
to make love to a woman. I liked it. I can't help
wondering what it would be like outside of that club
when we were just doing it for ourselves."
I pulled her forward and kissed her and after a few
minutes I said, "Why don't you invite her over? I'll
leave you two alone if you want."
Sharon looked at me, trying to decide if I was serious.
I smiled and said, "With all the bad things that are
happening to you lately, I have no problem with you
having a little fun."
She smiled and reached down between us and said, "It
feels like you would like to have a little fun
yourself."
I replied, "I can wait until Sunday. I know how tired
you are and I understand. I don't want to be just one
more problem you have to deal with."
Sharon leaned down and kissed me passionately and said,
"You are not a problem Mike. I told you when this
started that I want you to make love to me. I want to
know that you want me after the things you have seen me
do."
She slid out of my lap and spread my legs apart. She
leaned down and kissed my hard cock through my pants
and then started pulling my zipper down.
I put my hand on hers to stop her. I held her hand over
my hard on and said, "You feel that? I still want you.
I told you before that I will always want you and I
meant it. But it is after two o'clock in the morning
and you must be exhausted. You have spent the evening
with strange, dirty old men attacking you with cocks
and if you can put up with that until this is over then
I can put up with being horny."
She smiled and said, "No man of mine is going to go to
bed horny! Now god damn it move your hand. I'm going to
suck your cock and you can't stop me!"
I sighed and in a long suffering voice I said, "Well,
okay. If I must, I must. But I'm only doing this for
you."
She giggled and said, "If you don't knock off the
sarcasm you may not get lucky until Sunday after all!"
I stood up and helped her to her feet. I pulled her
into my arms and kissed her and said, "Come on. Let's
go to bed and play."
We hurried upstairs and I undressed and got in bed.
Sharon went into the bathroom and washed up and joined
me. I expected her to lie down and we would kiss and
touch and make love. She had something else in mind.
She took my cock into her mouth and down into her
throat instantly.
I tried to tell her that I wouldn't be able to last
very long. I had been so horny since I saw her and
Tanya that I had been hard almost all night.
She just moaned around my cock and in two minutes I was
cumming.
She held my cock in her mouth until it was soft and
then she kissed it and moved up beside me. We turned
the lights out and I held her in my arms. She lay with
her back to me, holding my arms around her midsection.
I was gently kissing her shoulders and her neck and
enjoying the feeling of her body against mine.
I expected that we would both drift off to sleep
quickly. It was early in the morning and we had to get
up soon and go to work. But before we could go to sleep
she said in a quiet voice, "Mike, I need to tell you
something. There is something that really bothered me
tonight. Please don't be mad. It wasn't just with
Tanya. I came several times tonight while some of those
men were raping me. I didn't want to. I tried not to.
But after Tanya, I don't know, I guess I was just so
turned on. I don't know why I came. I didn't like it. I
hate those men. I just...I'm sorry Mike. Do you hate
me?"
It felt like she had stopped breathing while she waited
to hear how I would react. I didn't even have to think
about it. I kissed her shoulders again and said, "Good.
It kills me every time one of those assholes takes you
into that little room and rapes you. I worry about you
so much. If you can get off on it every now and then I
think that's great. I would rather have you cum than go
crazy."
She turned around in my arms and my eyes had adjusted
to the dark so I could see that she was crying.
I smiled and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you
crying?"
She buried her face against my chest and said, "I
thought you were going to hate me. I was so afraid that
you would hear me in that room having an orgasm with
one of those apes and think that I was turning into
some kind of sick chick."
I kissed her lips and said, "First of all, that music
is so loud I only hear your cries of pain. Second, you
have my permission, not that you need it, to have an
orgasm with each and every one of those assholes.
Anything that makes this easier for you is fine with
me."
She was crying hard now and I pulled her tighter
against me and whispered that I loved her.
She sobbed, "Oh Mike, I love you so much!"
I held her like that until she got quiet and finally
drifted off to sleep. It was almost three o'clock
before she went to sleep and probably another half hour
before I did. The alarm went off at six and neither one
of us heard it for at least fifteen minutes.
I finally reached over and turned off but I started to
go back to sleep. I would have if Sharon hadn't shaken
me and said, "Come on, let's go take a nice long
shower."
I struggled to wake up and finally I said, "Okay. You
get the shower going and I'll start the coffee and join
you."
The only way that I could function was to tell myself
that tomorrow was Saturday and we could sleep late. We
still had to work the club on Saturday. But we would
have the day to sleep late and rest up. We just had to
get through today.
I put the coffee on and hurried upstairs. I joined
Sharon in the shower and we didn't have a lot of time
to enjoy it but we made it as pleasant as possible. It
wasn't hard. I always enjoyed running my hands over her
beautiful body. The hardest part was that once we dried
off we didn't have time to do anything about the
feelings we had awakened in the shower.
We dressed quickly and I got a chance to see her in her
fifth new dress. This was the most outrageous yet. It
was backless and the back was cut so low that there was
a hint of the top of her ass where the fabric ended.
The top came up from the beltline and draped loosely
over her breasts and tied behind her neck. Except for
the material over her breasts her front was exposed to
below her navel. It was a very sexy, very attractive
garment. It would have looked good if we were going out
for the evening to a club or if we were on vacation in
a beach resort area. The prospect of wearing that thing
to the office was daunting.
We went downstairs and poured our coffee and sat at the
kitchen table. It was immediately apparent that this
dress was even shorter than the others she had been
wearing all week. While she was seated she could not
pull it down enough to cover her pussy. Her entire slit
was visible. She tried several times to tug it down but
as soon as she released the material it drew back,
exposing her pussy. She finally just shook her head and
quit trying. I had the impression though, that she
wasn't quite as upset about it as she had been at the
beginning of the week. Could she have changed that much
in just five days?
I kept my legs under the table so that she wouldn't see
that I had an erection. I'm sorry. I know that is so
wrong. But damn she looked hot!
As usual I timed it so that we arrived at work at the
very last moment. We walked into the building and
separated. I took a few steps toward my office and then
turned to watch Sharon walk in the other direction to
her office. Every man that she passed in the hallway
stopped and turned and watched her until she turned
into her office nearly all the way at the other end of
the building. One woman stepped of her office after
Sharon passed and then turned to see what all of the
men were staring at. She did a double take and then
dropped the papers she was carrying. That was when I
stopped watching and went to my office.
Although Kraft had told Sharon that she would have to
make herself available on Tuesdays and Thursdays that
deal fell through from the very beginning. He and James
had been with her every day since they had joined in
the fun and started raping her. They didn't wait until
lunch time either. The supervisors from all of the
sections have a morning meeting in the conference room.
Yesterday and again today, as soon as the meeting was
over Kraft and James summoned Sharon to James' office.
I heard those high heels coming half way across the
building. She glanced into my cubicle as she passed by
but didn't say anything. I sat staring at my computer
monitor but I didn't even know what was on it. My mind
was in that office worrying about Sharon and thinking
of how pervasive this had all become.
Our entire lives seemed to revolve around her being
raped over and over. Maybe it wasn't violent, at least
most of the time it wasn't. But we were so constantly
demeaned and degraded. It was taking over our lives and
there was no end in sight. Between the abuse and the
lack of sleep and the poor diet we were already
starting to lose ourselves in this horrible situation.
I found myself listening for the sound of Sharon's
heels coming back down that hallway from James's
office. It seemed to take forever. The three of them
were probably in there with the door locked for nearly
an hour. I worried about what my co-workers would think
of that. But I was much more concerned with what abuse
she had to put up with from those two horny old
bastards.
I finally heard her leaving the office and coming back
down the hallway. I looked up, hoping she would stop
when she got to my cube. She did. But she had a look on
her face that I couldn't quite decipher.
She stepped into my cube and said, "I'm sorry Mike."
She pulled her skirt up to her waist and moved between
me and my desk. She bent over and I saw that both her
pussy and her ass were dripping with cum. I saw
movement and looked up to see Kraft and James standing
at the entrance to my cube and smiling at me.
James said, "Clean her up Mike. She can't work like
that." Then the two of them watched as I ate her ass
and her pussy clean. They probably expected more of a
reaction from me than they got. I hated doing this. It
was sickening. But I had done so many sickening things
since our night out two weeks ago that I could do this
without too much trouble. I figured it was easier on me
cleaning her up than it had been on her when they
soiled her.
I did what they demanded of me as quickly as possible.
I was afraid that someone would come down the hall and
glance in and see Sharon exposed as she was and see
what I was doing. No one noticed but those two old
perverts though. They watched until I finished and then
they separated and went to their respective offices.
Sharon stood up and pulled her dress back into place
and sat at the chair beside my desk. She looked
embarrassed, as if it were somehow her fault. She
looked me in the eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry."
I looked at her quizzically and said, "You don't have
to apologize to me for being raped! It isn't like it
was your idea."
She glanced at the door to my cubicle and then turned
back and in a voice that was so faint I had to lean
closer to hear her she said, "Do you know what I dream
about the last couple of days? I dream about cocks. I
dream about huge cocks coming at me from all
directions. They are not disembodied. They are attached
to men. But I can't see the men. I just see the cocks
and it doesn't even matter what man they are attached
to. I feel them, even in my dreams. I feel inch after
inch of cock entering my pussy and stretching me out. I
dream about my lips sliding down long thick cocks
without every seeming to reach the end. But the thing
that scares me is that I'm not sure if they are dreams
or nightmares. I'm no longer afraid of them or
disgusted by them. I don't want them, but...I don't
know. It's like I belong to them now. I'm not a person
anymore. I'm not a woman. I'm a place where cocks go.
I'm just a warm, damp place where men deposit their cum
because it amuses them to do so."
I probably should have been upset by what she was
saying. Two weeks ago I would have been. But I wasn't,
not now. Once more I was glad that my lower body was
under a table so that Sharon couldn't see how hard I
got when she told me about her dreams. But even though
her words gave me an erection, and I'm not even sure
why, I was afraid. I was afraid of what this new life
that was forced upon us was doing to her mind. I
reached out and took her hand and squeezed it.
The blank look left her eyes and in a cartoon voice she
asked, "How do you like me now?"
I smiled and said, "Hop back up here on my desk and
I'll show you how I like you now."
She rolled her eyes and said, "Men!" But she smiled as
she stood up and bent down and kissed me. She said,
"See you at lunch time." Then I listened as her high
heels echoed down the hallway.
I glanced at the time. I was surprised to see that
there was less than an hour to go before lunch. It
occurred to me that it was a very good thing that my
paycheck was not dependent on how much work I got done.
Lately I had done very little. In the past I had always
taken pride in my work and was highly respected by the
people that I worked with. Lately my desk had become a
bottleneck and I didn't give a shit.
Sharon and I went into town and had a nice lunch. I got
some work done in the afternoon and apparently our
bosses left her alone too. We stopped for what was
becoming our usual salad and a drink after work and
then it was off to the club. We were exhausted but we
kept reminding ourselves that tomorrow was Saturday and
we could sleep late.
As soon as we arrived at the club the bouncer told us
that we were to report to Jeff's office as soon as
Sharon took her dress off. He also informed us that we
were to move down one cubicle. We would now be assigned
to the second cubicle. We went to the cubicle and she
undressed and put her dress on the little shelf that
was provided for it. Then we went to Jeff's office.
About half of the other women and their husbands were
already getting their tables ready as we moved through
the main room.
Jeff's door was open and he had seen us coming through
the large one way glass that looked out onto the club.
He waved us inside and it was immediately apparent that
they had found a replacement for Tracy. There was a
young woman on her knees between Ron and Gene. They
were taking turns forcing their cocks into her throat.
Kneeling behind them was a young man who had tears
streaming down his cheeks. His hands were between the
legs of the two men raping his wife's mouth and
cradling their balls.
We struggled to ignore the new couple and the torment
they were being subjected to. Jeff waited for us to
look at him and he said, "I heard some good things
about your show last night. Apparently it was pretty
popular. It also increased your take. You took a lot of
cock last night bitch. Sorry I missed it. I have
something special planned for you tomorrow. But for
tonight I want you and Tanya to repeat the show from
last night. Danny will give you your schedule. As you
can see we have replaced Tracy. So we'll cut you down
to seven tables tonight. I have someone coming in on
Sunday to add another couple of cubicles for you
whores. I don't think you are spending enough time with
the customers. So we are going to increase our wait
staff by two girls."
Jeff nodded towards the young woman being raped nearby
and said, "Amber starts tonight and I have two more
girls coming to work in the next few days. After that
we'll see if we need to recruit more girls."
We heard Amber choking as one of the men filled her
mouth with cum but we tried to divorce ourselves from
her suffering. We waited for Jeff to dismiss us and we
went out and got our table assignments from Danny. He
also gave Sharon her show schedule.
We got our tables ready for opening. We were half way
through when I noticed the new couple at the bar. The
man was sitting at the bar and his wife was bent over
the bar while Danny raped her, just like he had done to
us and probably all the other couples that were
blackmailed into working here.
When our tables were ready we saw that there were still
four tables that weren't ready. It was obvious that
they were going to be assigned to the new girl. I went
over and started putting the chairs down and when no
one objected Sharon came over and put the ash trays out
and lit the candles that sat on every table.
When we were done we went over and stood in front of
our new cubicle and waited. It was still a little early
but we were in no hurry for the place to open and the
crowd of perverts to begin using us.
I saw Kelly leading Amber and her husband to our old
cubicle for their orientation, just as she had done for
us a week ago. I guess that the new couples start in
that first cube and then move down as new couples are
enslaved and older ones are allowed to leave, or
destroyed the way Tracy and her family had been.
The men were let in soon and there was an obvious
feeling of excitement rippling through the crowd when
they saw the fresh meat that was available now. They
couldn't all have her though, so they took it out on
the other girls. The crowd was larger and rowdier, I
suppose because it was Friday night. A lot of men who
hadn't gotten to see it last night got a kick out of
Sharon and Tanya's new act.
There must have been a lot of thirsty men in the
audience that night because Sharon, Tanya and Amber
spent most of their time on their backs. When Chuck
came around to collect the money at the end of the
night I handed him nearly three thousand dollars.
Almost none of that was from lap dances. Sharon had
been taken by so many men that I had totally lost
track. There must have been close to a dozen times that
she was taken by two men at once.
In the early evening I had begun to notice the sounds
of pleasure coming from the cubicle and some of those
sounds were emanating from Sharon. I had mixed feelings
about that. I was glad that she could get some pleasure
from what was happening to her. But I missed the people
that we used to be and I wondered if we could ever
return to being a normal couple when this was over. I
wondered if Sharon would be satisfied with just making
love to me when this was over.
By the end of the night I was nearly sleepwalking and
Sharon was positively loopy. I had to lead her to the
car and she didn't seem to be aware that we were going
home. I didn't make us drinks when we got home. I took
her up and took that slutty dress off of her and put
her in bed. I went around to my side and dropped my
clothes on a nearby chair and we were both unconscious
in less than a minute.
We went to sleep before two in the morning and I slept
until almost two-thirty that afternoon. When I woke up
I lay there listening to Sharon's deep, even breathing
and watching her breasts rise and fall as she slept.
The covers had slipped down and her breasts were
exposed. I thought of all of the men that had groped
her breasts and chewed on her little pink nipples and I
was amazed that I could see no difference in them.
It was several minutes before I saw her start to stir
and slowly wake up. Her eyes opened and she turned on
her side and faced me. She reached out and caressed my
face and asked, "Have you been awake long?"
I shook my head.
She was staring at my eyes and she had a strange,
questioning look on her face. I asked, "What?"
She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I was
wondering who you see when you look at me now."
I smiled and said, "I guess we both have our doubts."
That made her nervous. I hadn't meant for it to sound
like that. I leaned over and kissed her and said, "I
still see the wonderful, sexy, beautiful, highly
intelligent, slightly ditsy woman that I married."
She grinned and said, "That was a fast recovery, now
for the truth. What doubts do you have?"
I tried to think of the best way to say it, or if I
should say it at all. But we had always been honest
with each other and I thought that it was something
that needed to be talked about. I said, "We are
changing. That's inevitable. Don't misunderstand what I
am about to say. I will always love you and I am pretty
sure that as long as I don't fuck up any more than the
average man you will continue to love me. I was
thinking about everything you have been through and how
it is changing you and I couldn't help wondering if,
when this is finally all over, you could go back to
being satisfied by just making love to me the way we
used to."
She looked so sincere when she replied, "But Mike, what
makes you think I was satisfied before?!"
I laughed and rolled over on top of her. I kissed her
and said, "God I love you... bitch!"
She hugged me and we kissed and I felt my cock growing.
She smiled when she realized I was getting hard and
said, "God I love it when you do that. I love it that
you still want me after everything you have seen."
She reached down between us and guided my cock to her
pussy. I was surprised that she was moist and ready. I
slowly pushed my cock all the way inside of her and
then I stopped and enjoyed the fantastic feeling of her
hot, wet pussy grasping me tightly. I was relieved that
it felt no different, despite all of the abuse.
She looked up at me and the kidding ended. She said, "I
have to admit that I don't feel the same way that I
used to about sex. It is no longer the solemn act that
it once was. Now, when I am in the club and those men
take me into that little room and put there cocks
inside of me I lay there and close my eyes and feel
them sliding into me and sometimes, especially when it
is early and I'm not so tired, sometimes I get excited.
Sometimes I even reach orgasm. The first few times that
happened to me I almost freaked out. I thought that was
the one think left that was reserved for you. But now I
feel that it doesn't matter. Now the difference is what
I feel in my heart when I am with you. Does that make
sense?"
I kissed her and said, "It makes perfect sense. I heard
you last night. I heard you have several orgasms and I
was glad for you. There have been some times lately
when I have gotten turned on by things that a husband
should not have been aroused by. I have had to hide
more than one hard on from you. I hope that doesn't
upset you. But I want you to know because I don't want
you to be afraid of what I might think of you after
this."
She pulled me tight against her beautiful body and
after another passionate kiss she said, "That takes
care of the laundry. Now fuck me god damn it! You're
driving me crazy with that thing!"
In a hurt voice I said, "Sometimes I think you only
want me for my body." But then I did what she asked. We
fucked like crazy and god it was great! We stayed
locked together like that after we reached an almost
simultaneous orgasm and I looked down at my sweet,
loving wife and I felt so much love for her that I
couldn't even express it. And I saw in her eyes that
she felt it too. I didn't have any more reservations
about our life when this chapter was over. I knew that
it would be different. We are different now. But I knew
that we had this one thing that no one could touch, no
one could diminish. I hoped that would make what we had
to do until then a little easier for both of us.
We screwed around so long that we didn't have time to
eat. We just had time to take a shower and get dressed
and rush to the club. I started taking the chairs off
of our tables while Sharon went and took her dress off.
Amanda and her husband came in not long after us and as
soon as she came in one of the bouncers took her into
her cubicle. Her husband came over and started taking
the chairs off of his tables. He glanced at me and I
smiled and nodded. He looked embarrassed but he said,
"Thanks for yesterday."
I responded, "It's okay. We are pretty new at this too.
We know how you feel. All I can tell you is 'hang in
there'. The best thing that you can do is separate this
from real life."
Kelly was at a nearby table and overheard me. She said,
"That is the best advice I have heard yet. This will
either kill you or make you stronger. Just remember,
this isn't your fault and it isn't her fault. You two
are going suffer a lot until they are done with you.
You can't blame each other for what happens."
Danny saw us talking and yelled, "Do you guys need
something productive to do with your mouths?"
We went back to work, all of us trying to ignore the
loud grunts and the sound of flesh slapping flesh as
Amanda was raped by the bouncer in her cubicle. It
seemed so loud without the music blaring and the
customers yelling and calling out, harassing the girls
as they moved among them taking drink orders and
getting groped roughly.
Just before opening time Danny came over and made sure
all the girls knew their table assignments and the
schedule for their stage shows. Sharon was only given
one show at eight o'clock. We didn't know if that was a
good thing or a bad thing. She actually kind of enjoyed
what happened on stage once she blotted out the
audience. And while she was up there that was thirty or
forty minutes that she wasn't being raped by the men in
the audience. But when she finished her shows she was
always in high demand and it seemed like she was raped
more now than she had been before she started putting
on her shows with Tanya.
The doors opened at six and for the next half hour
Sharon and the other girls were busy serving drinks. As
soon as drink orders had been filled the sex started.
One after another the girls started coming back with
men and taking them into their cubicles. Amanda was
first. She had the fewest tables and she was the newest
girl so she was in high demand. She was very beautiful,
but then, all of the women were. She was also very
young. I would guess that she and her husband were
still in their teens. She was going to be popular for a
long time. Unfortunately for us, her popularity didn't
seem to be having any effect on the number of men that
wanted to rape Sharon for a few dollars.
The music stopped at eight o'clock and I saw Sharon
take a deep breath and head for the stage. I glanced
over at Tanya and saw that she wasn't making her way up
there. I wondered if they had selected another partner
for Sharon this evening.
I started getting nervous when I saw Danny come out
from behind the bar and walk up on stage. He moved
behind Sharon and the crowd got quiet as they waited to
see what was going to happen.
Danny reached around Sharon and cupped her breasts. He
teased her nipples and began whispering in her ear. I
saw Sharon turn white. Whatever he was saying terrified
her. She didn't move though. She stood still and
listened to him and allowed him to toy with her
breasts.
Danny dropped his hands and moved away from Sharon. She
did not look relieved. He moved off stage for a few
moments and then he was back carrying a small table in
one hand and a straight chair in the other. He set the
table down beside her and the chair in front of her and
sat with his back to the audience.
He said something to her and she nodded. He reached
over to the table and picked something up and I saw him
swabbing her nipples with a small piece of cloth. I
began to suspect what this was all about and I felt
like I was going to be sick.
Sharon must be terrified. She had never even had her
ears pierced. She was terrified of needles. She refused
to take the flu shot. They almost had to sedate her so
that she could take the blood test before our wedding.
I saw the tears running down her cheeks as Danny pulled
on her nipples and then picked up a large needle and,
holding her nipple between his thumb and finger he
stretched it out and touched the point to the base of
her nipple.
I saw her shudder in terror but he said something and
she nodded. Then he slowly forced the needle through
her sensitive nipple. She screamed as it entered her
flesh and I saw her legs start to go out from under
her.
Danny yelled her name and when she looked at him he
asked, "Do you want this or the other?"
She was panting, hyperventilating, but she shook her
head and locked her knees and straightened back up. The
needle was only half way through her nipple. I saw her
groan and I saw her lips move. I could read her lips.
She said, "Oh god it hurts!"
Danny just grinned and slowly finished pulling the
needle through her nipple. He fumbled around with a
large nipple ring for a moment and when he was through
there were two trails of blood down her breast and a
much too large ring in her nipple.
When he was finished there were cheers and applause
from the crowd and he turned his attention to her other
nipple. He teased her nipple into erection and just as
he was about to stab her again she grabbed his wrist
and I saw her close her eyes and take a few deep
breaths. Then she released her grip on his wrist and he
pulled her nipple out away from her breast and placed
the needle at its base.
A lot of the men who were at tables further from the
stage had come close to get a better view as Danny
prepared to stab Sharon for a second time. The looks on
the faces of those men turned my stomach. They had
probably never been so sexually excited before in their
lives.
Danny began to slowly insert the needle in her nipple
and again she screamed in pain. The crowd stirred. I
would be willing to bet that there was not a limp dick
in the place at that moment. Seeing a pretty young
woman being tortured was the most exciting thing in the
world to them.
He paused with the needle half way through her nipple
and then he pulled it out the other side. He inserted
the second ring and then he wiped up the four trails of
blood that were running down her breasts. I was
surprised at how little blood there was. He sprayed
something on her nipples and she grimaced in pain and
then he was finished with her nipples and there was
another loud round of applause.
Unfortunately, the show wasn't over yet. He stood up
and turned the chair around and helped Sharon to stand
on it. He stepped back and then shook his head and went
backstage. He came back with two more chairs. He put
one down beside the first and Sharon spread her legs
and stood with one leg on each chair. Then he sat down
in front of her.
There were more cheers as Danny ordered Sharon to pull
her labia apart and her daubed at her clit with the
swab. It looked like she was going to pass out and I
couldn't understand why she hadn't already done so.
He picked up the needle again and Sharon was sobbing
loudly now as he pulled the hood from around her clit
and slowly inserted the needle into it. Sharon screamed
again and this time Danny had to catch her as she
started to fall.
He slapped her face and said something to her. She
shook her head violently and managed to stand erect
again. The needle was still in her flesh. Danny waited
for her to pull her labia apart again and he finished
pulling the needle through. He inserted another large
ring in her flesh and after cleaning up the blood trail
he sprayed her clit with what I assumed was a topical
antibiotic. I thought it highly unlikely that they
would provide her with anything to deaden the pain.
Danny helped her down from the chair when he was done
and as the crowd cheered like crazy he bent her over
the chair and pulled out his cock. He fucked her from
behind and with every stroke of his cock she cried out
in pain.
When he was finished he made her clean his cock and
then he announced, "Gentlemen, I hate to say this. I
know how much you are looking forward to fucking the
bitch now. But I'm afraid that tits, cunt and ass are
off limits until she comes back to work on Tuesday. She
is supposed to leave those alone for three weeks after
she is pierced, but I figure she can handle a good
fucking after three days. But she can still suck a cock
if anyone wants her."
There were a lot of disappointed men in the audience,
but they were soon on their way to the cubicles with
the other women. Sharon was left alone to recuperate
either. There was a steady stream of men for the rest
of the evening that took her into the cubicle and
forced her to suck them off.
I was forced to watch her the rest of the evening.
Every move she made was obviously painful. Walking
irritated the ring in her clit and despite Danny's
warning many of the men grabbed at her tits and pulled
her around by them. Not the rings, they left the rings
alone for the most part. But every touch was painful
and I could tell that from across the room.
Many times that night I saw her come out of her cube
wiping the tears from her eyes. I wondered if she would
finally relent and allow me to do something about these
men. I still had the pistol in the glove compartment
and my reservations about taking a human life were
pretty much a thing of the past now. I was pretty sure
that now I could pull that trigger without remorse.
We weren't the only ones suffering of course. I saw
that Amanda and her husband were being treated just
like we had. It only just occurred to me that the men
had begun to leave me alone for the most part. They
still liked having me in the room while they raped
Sharon. But they seldom involved me in their activities
any longer. Some still got a kick out of having me
place their cocks inside of my wife, but most of them
had the normal male aversion to being touched by
another man.
I could see that it was having a real effect on
Amanda's husband. I wanted to say something to him but
I was afraid of attracting any more attention to him
and his wife than they already had garnered by just
being new and fresh.
This terrible long night finally ended and I helped
Sharon out to the car. I drove her home and helped her
out of her dress once we were inside the door and
helped her to a seat. I got my first close look at her
new jewelry. Her nipples were red and swollen and she
was definitely not aroused.
I made us both a drink and offered to make her some
soup or a light supper. She shook her head and said,
"No Mike, just a very strong drink and some Tylenol. If
I tried to eat I'd get sick."
I came back with the drinks and a bottle of Tylenol and
sat beside her. I gently held her in my arms and
cradled her. We sat in silence for a few minutes and
then I asked, "What was Danny saying to you before he
started torturing you?"
She shuddered as she thought back to this evening and
after another large sip of her drink she said, "He was
offering me a choice. I could stand still and let him
pierce me or I would be strapped down to that bench
every day next week and entertain the crowd by fucking
and sucking every dog they could get their hands on.
You know how I feel about needles, but that was an easy
choice."
We were quiet again, sipping on our drinks and
contemplating what our life had become. I rested my
head on hers and asked, "Are you ready to let me do
something about this yet?"
She squeezed my hand and said, "Mike, if you were Rambo
I would think about it. But you can't fight those men."
I would have argued but I was pretty sure she was
right. I might get one or two of them. But if the
others didn't kill me then the police would catch me. I
was not cut out for that kind of thing. I sighed and
said, "Okay. I guess you're right. I'll take the gun
back. I'll take care of it tomorrow and pick you up
something to put on those piercings."
I felt her tears run down her cheeks and drop onto my
arm and it was all I could do to keep from crying too.
We slept late again on Sunday morning. When I woke up I
made a light breakfast for Sharon and served it to her
in bed with more Tylenol. When she was taken care of I
told her I was going out and that I would be back in
about an hour.
I drove over to Marty's house and took the paper bag
with the pistol out of the trunk. I went to the door
and Marty's wife said, "He is in the basement. He
spends his whole damn life in the basement. Go on down
Mike."
I found him in his gun room down in the basement. When
I entered he said, "I haven't read about any massacres
in the paper."
I set pistol down despondently and said, "I didn't use
it. I guess I'm not man enough to defend myself and my
wife."
He looked at me for a minute and said, "Any asshole can
point a gun and pull a trigger. That doesn't make you a
man. Sit down Mike."
I sat down across from at the table. He was working on
a gun and had it all torn down. He glanced up at me and
said, "You look like shit."
I couldn't argue with that.
He continued, "You look like shit and you didn't use
the gun. So I guess you still have a problem. Are you
ready to talk about it yet?"
I sighed and said, "I could use some suggestions."
He continued working on his gun but he said, "I'm
listening."
So I told him. I told him everything from that first
night when they took us from the restaurant. God, it
seemed like months ago! I also told him why we couldn't
go to the cops and I told him what had happened to the
family that did. When I told him about the young girl
he stopped working on his gun and stared at me. His
face got cold and hard and to be honest, scary.
I listed all of the people involved, even the
cameramen.
When I was done he asked, "Why didn't you tell me this
the last time you were here Mike?"
I responded, "Because there seems to be only one way to
fight these people. And it is illegal. It doesn't seem
right that you should take that much risk for me. You
could have been killed or caught and put away for a
long time."
He just shook his head. Then he said, "Mike, it isn't
that I don't respect you for who you are. I do. I don't
agree with you much, but you are principled and honest
and we may differ on tactics but I think we both want
the same thing for the world. The thing is, we all have
our little niche in the world. We all have our talents.
There are things that you are good at that I couldn't
do. There are other things that you cannot do that I
have a talent for. I think the problem here is that you
are flailing around blindly in my area of expertise. I
suggest that you let me and a couple of friends of mine
handle this little problem for you. To be perfectly
honest, we would enjoy the chance to get in the game
again. Let me get some information from you."
He asked me a lot of questions about people and
locations. I told him what I could and when he had
gotten all the information from me that he could he
sent me home.
I tried to wish him luck but he smiled and said, "Luck
has nothing to do with it Mike. My friends and I were
in the Seals for a very long time and we appreciate a
little good fortune when it comes our way, but we don't
incorporate it in to our plans. Go home."
So I did. I stopped at the drug store and picked up
some medications for Sharon's piercings. I stopped at
the liquor store and bought a bottle of whiskey and a
case of ginger ale. Then I drove home and went up to
check on Sharon.
She was sitting up in bed reading her book. I had only
been gone for a little under two hours but she seemed
to be doing better already. She had only gotten up once
to go to the bathroom and it had been painful, but as
long as she didn't move around she didn't hurt too
badly.
I sat with her and when she got hungry I ordered a
pizza. We had not been shopping in a long time and we
were pretty much out of food. I was going to call us
both in sick tomorrow and I could go shopping then. I
was also going to make an appointment with our doctor
to have Sharon's wounds examined. I didn't tell her
that though. She would raise hell if I did.
When the pizza came I went down to pay for it and by
the time I had and the delivery man left Sharon was at
the bottom of the stairs. She was walking carefully but
she said that she thought it was better to move around
and keep limber. Besides, she was sick and tired of
staying in bed.
I made us both a drink and we sat on the couch and ate
pizza and watched an old DVD.
I did make one concession to her need for reassurance.
I moved around and sat beside her and held her tight. I
whispered in her ear that I loved her and I said, "I
can't tell you why, but I want to tell you something I
haven't been able to say since we went out for dinner.
I think it's going to be alright."
She turned to face me and I saw how badly she needed to
believe that. I could see that she was desperate to
believe that she wouldn't have to again go through
something like she suffered through today.
I said, "Don't ask me any questions. I don't want to
get your hopes up too high. Just be patient a little
longer."
I figured that we had had enough alcohol for a while.
We had been drinking an awful lot lately. I cleaned off
the table and made some decaf coffee and we read the
Sunday paper and worked on the puzzle. We finished the
puzzle and went to our bedroom to read in bed. She was
hardly able to walk on her own and I supported her as
we made our way to our room. We read for a little while
before we curled up together and went to sleep.
In the morning I called both of us in sick. I told them
that we had gone out to eat last night and we must have
had something that was spoiled. Since neither of us had
ever called in sick before and since everyone knew that
we didn't drink no one questioned us calling in sick on
the same day. I half expected a call from Kraft or
James to find out why we weren't at work but they
didn't call.
I put some coffee on and went out and brought the paper
in and started breakfast. I made bacon and toast and
put it in the oven to keep warm and made a couple of my
world famous high cholesterol omelets and then went to
wake Sharon up.
She was a little sore still. Well, she was more than a
little sore, but better than last night.
She went to the bathroom on her own and then joined me
in the kitchen. She ate most of her breakfast and we
sat quietly sipping coffee for a while.
I cleared the table off and poured us a fresh cup of
coffee and while I was loading the dishwasher I heard a
high pitched scream from Sharon. I dropped a plate and
spun around with my heart in my throat. I rushed over
to see what was wrong and she had just opened the
newspaper to see that there had been an arson and
murder crime spree last night, or rather, early this
morning.
I read the article over Sharon's shoulder. It seems
that in a series of fires last night, all attributed to
arson, a popular restaurant and dance club had burned
down, as well as a local private club featuring exotic
dancers, a photography studio and an adult book store.
Police said that there were similarities between the
fires and investigators are looking into the
possibility that the same person or persons may have
started all of the fires. They also report that Jeff
Blum, the owner of all four of those businesses, and
eight of his business associates were killed. Police
are investigating to see if there was an organized
crime connection.
There was little more in the story after that. There
was some background information and speculation but
apparently nobody knew anything for sure. In fact,
police were asking that the dancers from the club come
forward for questioning. They had been unable to
identify any of the employees that worked there except
for the bartender and the two bouncers. Unfortunately,
those three gentlemen were among the dead.
Sharon read the article, twice. Then she looked at me.
She stared at me for a few seconds and she whispered,
"What did you do?"
So I told her. Or at least I told her what little I
knew. I told her that I had returned that gun to Marty
last night and in so doing I had inadvertently ended up
recruiting a small army.
I related the details of my visit to Marty's house
yesterday. When I was done she got up, moving stiffly,
and sat in my lap. She put her arms around me and
kissed me and through her tears she told me how much
she loved me. Then she thanked me over and over and
over for saving her life.
I held her close but all I could do was apologize for
waiting so long to take any kind of action. She threw
her arms around my neck and held me tight and said,
"No, no, no, no! You can't think like that. Oh Christ
Mike, you saved my life. You did something when none of
those other husband's did anything. You were willing
to... oh mike! You dumb bastard! God I love you!"
I thought about calling Marty and trying to get some
information about what had taken place. I decided it
would be best to wait for him to contact me. I thought
he might want to wait a day or two, just in case. So I
was surprised when he came to our house right after
dark that evening.
He came to the door and when I opened it I greeted him
warmly. He was holding a large box and when I opened
the door he stepped in and set it down and said, "Give
me a hand, I have a few more."
I went with him and helped him unload the back of his
minivan. There were a dozen very large, very heavy
boxes. When we had unloaded his van he came in and
Sharon limped over and hugged him so hard I thought she
was going to hurt him. I invited him in and offered him
a drink. I didn't have a beer so he declined, but he
highly recommended that Sharon and I have a drink. So I
went and made us one while Sharon thanked Marty over
and over for saving her life.
We sat in the living room and Sharon and I held our
drinks and waited for Marty to speak. He said, "You
guys are lucky. Those were some very bad men you were
playing with. We went through their things and asked
them a few questions and it seems like more than a few
of those women he and his friends sucked in to their
operation did not get turned loose when he was tired of
them. They were sold to white slavery operations in
places where attractive young western women are worth a
lot of money. In at least two instances the women and
their young daughters were sold and their husbands are
missing. I think you can guess that they are buried
somewhere that they won't be found."
"The more we learned about them the happier we were
that we had gotten involved. They needed to be put out
of business. Those boxes, all but two of them, contain
an assortment of DVDs. I'm sure you know what kind of
movies I'm referring to. There is also a collection of
documents that you are more qualified to go through
than I am. Oh and the hard drives from everyone's
computers too. I don't know if you can get anything off
of them, but I was afraid that the police might, so I
brought them to you. The other two boxes are something
that I thought that you should split with the other
families involved. Apparently there is a large lag in
their money laundering operation. We didn't get an
exact count but there is roughly somewhere between
forty and fifty million in small, used bills. It's hard
to launder that much money. It takes time.
I have to tell you, you can't just take that to the
bank. Split it up and stash it and spend it a little at
a time over a long period of time. Invest it, whatever,
but no big purchases or you're busted."
I stared at him in shock for a minute and then I asked,
"Did you get the names of the others? We don't know who
they are."
He pulled a list out of his pocket and handed it to me.
I glanced at it and asked "What about you and your
friends?"
He smiled and said, "We kept a little for expenses. Not
much. We don't need much and once we got into this we
realized that you people earned the money the hard way.
It should go a long way towards easing the pain and
suffering. Just make sure everyone knows the rules. And
we would appreciate it if you didn't mention us to any
of them. I don't care what you tell them, tell them you
did it. Tell them you hired a hit man. I don't care.
Just don't mention us."
I nodded.
He stood up and said, "We are glad we could help. The
three of us have done a lot of things that we are proud
of over the years. But none of us was more proud of any
of our operations than we were when we got to take
those guys out. It was a real pleasure. You two take
care now."
After he left Sharon and I sat there stunned and looked
at the large boxes in our living room. I had to look. I
got up and went over and looked through the boxes. The
first two were boxes of DVDs. I looked at the covers
and I recognized some of the girls. I saw some with
Kelly on the cover and some with Susan. Those were the
only two girls that I had met. They probably wouldn't
have any movies of Amber yet.
We would have to go through them and pick out the ones
that had Sharon and me in them. If they had time to
make any yet that is. They were some pretty nasty
movies. I noticed that a lot of them were about sex
with animals, and not just dogs either. They were some
pretty sick fucks.
The third box I opened was full to the top with cash.
There were bundles of every denomination, all the way
to the top. The box was about three feet square and it
had been very heavy. It had taken everything both of us
had to carry it in the house. It looked like a lot of
money, but not twenty million dollars. We would learn
later that except for the small bills on top most of
the bundles were hundred dollar bills. It made me
nervous just sitting there like that. That's a lot of
cash to have sitting around in a cardboard box in your
living room.
I glanced at the time and saw that it was still early.
I sat down with Sharon and said, "Do you think we
should call Susan? The list he gave me was just the
girls that were working at the club right now. They
must know how to get in touch with some of the others."
Sharon said, "Yes, give her a call. The more we spread
that money around the better it will be."
I got Susan's number from the list. It was a cell phone
number. I dialed and she answered right away. I
identified myself and said, "Susan, I need you to come
over to the house as soon as you can. We have something
important to discuss with you."
At that moment there was a knock on the door. I went to
see who it was. I looked out and saw Susan and one of
the other girls that I didn't know. I opened the door
and they came rushing in.
Susan looked like she was going to explode. She asked
excitedly, "Did you hear about the fire?! The club
burned down! We were on our way to see you when you
called!"
I had the impression that she didn't know much more
than the fact that the club had burned down. I asked
her if she had read the paper and she shook her head.
It seems that neither she nor her companion reads the
paper or watches the news. I went out to the kitchen
and brought the paper back and handed it to Susan.
She read the story and as she read she kept mumbling,
"Oh my god, oh my god," over and over.
I waited for them to finish reading before I introduced
myself to the other woman. She smiled and said, "I'm
sorry. I was just so excited. My name is Jenny,
Jennifer. Jennifer Meacham."
Susan looked at the large boxes in the living room as
if seeing them for the first time. She asked, "You
aren't moving are you? You don't have to now. It's
over."
I said, "Some of this stuff belongs to you and the
other women that worked at the club. But we were
wondering if you or any of the others knew how to get
in touch with any of the other girls that they let go."
Susan nodded and said, "A few. Not many. We don't stay
in touch. It brings back too many bad memories. What do
you have in the boxes that belongs to me?"
I said, "Maybe you should take a look."
She got up uncertainly and went to one of the opened
boxes. She looked inside and said, "Oh my god! Where
did you get these?"
She picked up a couple of the DVD's and looked at them.
Then it dawned on her. She looked at me with a look of
horror on her face. She stared at me and then in a
voice that said that she obviously couldn't believe it
she asked, "You? You did that?"
I shook my head. I stood back up and as I walked to one
of the boxes with the cash in it I said, "No. I asked
some friends for help. They did it."
I opened the box of money and Susan looked over to see
what I had. She gasped and then whispered, "What is
that?"
I smiled and said, "I have their cash reserves.
Apparently it is undeclared money from his illegal
businesses that he hadn't had a chance to launder yet.
We are going to divide it evenly among all of the women
that we can find that went through that club. That was
why I called you."
Jennifer went over and looked in the boxes. She picked
up a DVD with her picture on the cover and turned it
over. I saw her shudder and she turned to me and asked,
"How can we destroy these disgusting things?"
I shrugged. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I said,
"Probably pour a bunch of gas on them and burn them. I
don't know. I suppose we can find out the best method
on the internet."
I turned to Susan and said, "I think we all need to get
together as soon as possible. I can't keep this stuff
in my living room. None of the women know us. I think
that it might be better if you set it up. Can you do
that?"
Susan was still staring at the money. She didn't quite
seem to believe that it was over.
She finally shook herself and said, "No one is working.
The club is gone. I can probably get them all over here
in half an hour."
Susan and Jenny called their husbands and the other
eleven couples and it was an hour before they all
showed up. I spent the next half hour answering as few
questions as necessary and explaining how important it
was that none of us started spending large sums of
money. They were all intelligent people and they had
been through a lot. I had the impression that they
would do anything to avoid having what had happened to
them made public, that included being frugal with their
windfall.
I went into the office on Tuesday and got James and
Kraft in the same room. I asked them if they had read
yesterdays paper. When they nodded I said, "I am
responsible for that. I didn't do it of course. I had
it done. Because of what they did to her Saturday night
Sharon is going to be out sick for at least a week. I
am going to stay home and take care of her. When she
comes back to work, if either one of you so much as
look at her funny I know how to handle it. I don't
think I need to explain that, do I"
They were both white as ghosts. They shook their heads
vigorously and I turned and left. I went home and got
Sharon dressed and took her to our doctor. When she
figured out where we were going she got pretty upset.
But she finally just pouted quietly and let me help her
into the waiting room.
I explained to our doctor that Sharon had been
assaulted and subjected to a minor surgery without the
proper precautions. When he started to realize what had
happened he sent me out of the room and I waiting for
an hour for her to come out.
The doc had taken blood to test her for every disease
known to man and had checked her wounds. I was
surprised to learn that Sharon had told him that she
wanted to keep the rings, at least for now. She might
like smaller, more discreet rings put in. But she had
already gone through the hard part and she wanted to
see how she liked them.
We were able to track down only six other women. I told
the group about the women that had been sold into
slavery and we began to wonder just how many of those
women that were "let go" were actually allowed to
return to their lives. One of the husbands was a
computer geek and I gave him the hard drives to see if
he could get any information from them. I suppose it is
possible that some of these women could be tracked down
and rescued. Not likely, but possible.
We divided the money among the twenty families. It was
just under forty-eight million dollars once we got an
accurate count. No one wanted the copies of their
movies. We weren't happy with the idea of burning them.
We were all pretty ozone conscious. But the only other
acceptable solution was an acid bath and none of us
wanted to mess with that.
So one bright sunny day we loaded all the DVD's into a
couple of SUVs and drove out to the desert. We brought
food and drinks and had a party and burned every DVD in
the boxes.
We all vowed one last time not to make any cash
purchases in excess of $2,500 dollars and most of us
have never seen each other again. The only couple that
we have stayed in touch with is Susan and her husband
Ben. We liked Susan and we got to know her and Ben
pretty well while we were disposing of the evidence.
Now we go out to dinner with them now and then or have
backyard BBQs. We get together and play pinochle fairly
regularly and Ben and I play golf two or three times a
month.
We went through a lot, Sharon and I. But we were there
the least amount of time. The others were there for
months and were subjected to a lot worse treatment than
we were for a lot longer. I am pretty sure that some of
them will never recover, or at least their marriages
won't. But the four of us have recovered pretty well.
Sharon and I still have nightmares every now and then.
It has been eight months now and we have changed, but
we seem to have gotten over the worst of it. We have
both recovered our sense of humor and I have to say
that Sharon and I are both more adventurous and enjoy
sex a lot more now. That probably sounds strange,
considering what we, and especially Sharon, went
through. But it's true. And I have to admit, we have a
lot of fun with those rings. We had some smaller ones
put in and Sharon loves the sensations she gets from
them when we make love.
Susan no longer wears her new dresses to work. Well,
almost never. But she wears them often when we go out.
She has gotten used to those high heels too and she
looks damn hot in them.
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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