From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Slave Wife (FM+F+/f, humil, bdsm,) [1/2]
Date: 5 Jul 1996 13:36:44 GMT

Note: This appears to be a slight reworking of the first part of the
well known story `Tale of a Bored Housewife'.

			      Slave Wife
			       Part One
			      Chapter I

	It was a cool gray, November afternoon. I was walking down the
quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Dawn's house. It was
fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach down to hold my
skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really in jeopardy but the skirt
was considerably shorter than what I was accustomed to wearing.

	Dawn had asked me to assist her with a party she was throwing
for Dave's boss. He had just started a new job she really wanted to
impress him.

	Part of his new responsibilities included entertaining
customers. She was going to hire several college girls to serve food
and drinks but she suggested that maybe I would want to help and in
return she would forget the $65.00 I had borrowed earlier that month.
I readily agreed, the party sounded like fun.

	Dawn thought about renting maids uniforms for us but decided
against it, she then asked us to all wear matching skirts and blouses.

	She had called me earlier in the week and told me that mine
was almost ready, I had gone over to her place to try the skirt on. I
was uncomfortable with how short it was but she laughed it off,
reminding me that I was about twenty years behind the times. I didn't
want to appear too prudish, I didn't know any of these people and
wouldn't be the only one dressed like this, besides it was no worse
than what many other women were wearing these days; so I agreed to
wear it.

	I had to admit the outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red and
black checked skirt, white blouse, red scarf, black high heels and
suntan panty hose. It may have looked all right but it wasn't designed
to protect me from the November gusts I shivered and hurried along the
sidewalk.

	Dawn met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was
going to snow.

	We stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather for a
moment, until she noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to begin
preparations for the evening. Dawn was busy on the phone so I did most
of the straightening up, setting up the buffet, etc. About 5:00, a
pretty young girl came to the door wearing the same outfit I was in.
We introduced each other; Paula was to help me serve. She seemed nice,
pert, maybe a little impertinent but friendly enough and I had to
admit in that outfit with her figure, she looked smashing.

	She told me she was a nineteen year old student at a nearby
JC. I said goodbye to Pete and Chris, Dawn's kids, sixteen and
fourteen respectively. They were going to their own party that night,
so they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were actually the reason
for my friendship with Dawn; Chris was my daughter Karen's best
friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had always scared me, I
thought he might be too "mature" for her, but what could I do?

	Dawn came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the
guests had just started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to
early forties, they were quite well dressed. There were about twenty-
five people in all, including Paula and I. I was introduced to most of
the guests and was flattered by the interest all took in me although a
little uncomfortable. The women were less friendly, maybe even
condescending. It seems that Dawn had mentioned something about me to
most of them. I was involved in putting away the guests' coats and
serving drinks. At one point I walked by the kitchen and heard Dawn on
the phone.

	Something caught my attention and I froze, listening to the
conversation... "Thirty-six years old, married, three kids, 5'6," 120
lbs, green eyes, brown hair, has no idea what's going on. This bitch
has never even thought about anyone other than her husband."

	At that the party on the other end must have said something,
for Dawn was silent. I was dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about
me??

			      Chapter II

	About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there.
She looked startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit
Cheryl this is personal I'd appreciate it if."... I turned and went
back into the living room; the incident seemed strange but I really
didn't think it was important, I could confront her later. I didn't
think she really had been talking about me.

	I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a
fireplace in the center. They had used furniture to divide it into two
"rooms"; a family room and a more formal living room. I went to the
buffet table set up in the ajoining dining room and started helping
Paula serve. Occasionally one of us would carry around a tray of
drinks. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable, out of place. There
was an air of excitement in the room but whenever I got near enough to
a group to hear or join in the conversation it seemed to die; sudden
pauses, pregnant silences etc. This happened several times and I was
wondering what was going on. Paula seemed to fit right in though.

	When she brought around a tray I saw her laughing with the
main group. One of the men put his arm around in a manner that
suggested they had not just met.

	Several of them including Paula looked over in my direction as
if appraising me, then Paula returned and offered to relieve me for a
while. This went on until about 9:30.

	Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you to
meet."

	He introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil, Dawn's brother.
Both men seemed seriously interested in my life, my family, job etc.
and were really probing me for details. This seemed strange too but a
welcome relief from the alienation I had been feeling up to this
point. I took a glass of wine and began to loosen up.

	About half an hour later Dawn gathered all the guests back
into the living room, saying "It's time folks."

	Everyone seemed quite excited at this and I wondered, "What in
the world?"... I was on my second glass of wine, (I never drink), and
slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took it out of my hands, took my arm
firmly and guided me to the living room. The chairs and couches had
been rearranged in a semi circle in front of the fireplace. In the
center a long low coffee table had been placed. The guests were seated
or standing around the table. Phil guided me to the front, I was
confused but held his arm. Dawn stood in front of the table facing
everyone.

	"This is something I have been looking forward to for a while.
Cheryl has been interested in Indian rights for some time. She doesn't
know it but tonight she is going to help collect money for the cause."

	There was a general outbreak of laughter at that. I decided
that I would prefer to be standing in the back and started to move but
found my arms suddenly grabbed. I froze.

	"Bring her up here," Dawn commanded. Paula and Jan (a friend
of mine from Garden Club) each took one arm and pulled me up on the
coffee table, I resisted but not too hard, not knowing what was
coming. I was turned so that I faced the group, my arms still held,
and my hair wrapped around Paula's hand, she forced my head so I had
to face the group.

	Dawn smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be too bad
we're just going to auction off some clothing."

	The room erupted with laughter. I was numb, too shocked to
scream. Dawn stood next to the table "what do I hear for her scarf?"

	Some one offered $1.00, another $2.00, the bidding went up to
$5.00. At that time Dawn accepted the bid, and reached for me, ripping
the scarf from around my neck. I screamed, a hand was clamped around
my face.

	The scarf was forced into my mouth filling it completely and
with my arms held I couldn't get it out. People started to sit down,
they all appeared to know what was going to happen.

	"Next up, her blouse."

	There was some cursory bidding, Dawn backed up close to the
table, I saw the opportunity and tried to kick her. That was a
mistake. Phil and Craig grabbed both legs. They each took hold of an
ankle. In addition they rubbed their hands up and down my thighs and
up under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other guests.

	I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape.

	After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil won
the bidding and took it off himself. They bent me over a little so
that his face was level with mine. He reached out and ripped my blouse
down the front, he jerked my arms out, I tried to cover up but Jan
twisted my arm until I gagged. I relaxed and they straightened me back
up. I was held there, up on the table with just my bra on. I went
blank for a moment, the only other man who had ever seen me like this
was Tom... I never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever happen.
Paula fingered a gold chain I was wearing. It had a diamond pendant.

	Tom had given it to me for our twelfth wedding anniversary. It
was sold for $5.00. It was ripped off my neck, the chain breaking at
the clasp, and ripping my neck. Dawn told Paula to hold up my ring
finger so my wedding band could be examined, "She won't be needing
that tonight." It went for a few dollars.

	I was still kind of in shock, I was sobbing but was still
unbelieving.

	These things really don't happen. Again Dawn stepped up. She
reached out and snapped the strap on my bra. "What do I hear for this
fine Maiden Form Brassiere?"

	The other guests all laughed at her sarcasm, they talked among
themselves but most of the attention was riveted on me. The bidding
went on. My bra was sold for $20.00. Dawn didn't make any move to
remove it though, I was shaking like a leaf, what next? "Whoever
correctly guesses what size this item of clothing is shall have the
privilege of removing it, however an incorrect guess costs $5.00."

	She reached back and looked at the tag and laughed, "not bad,
who's your plastic surgeon?" I was turned and poked by several guys
"so they could have a fightin' chance of guessing right."

	Several people tried guessing, on the third guess Steve's wife
Marie said 36D, and Dawn smiled... "we have a winner." Marie
"graciously allowed" Steve to remove the bra. He took his time.

	He poked, rubbed and fondled me to the delight of the crowd
for about five minutes. I had lost control by then, sobbing
hysterically.

	Finally he removed it, and his hands.

	I had noticed earlier that several people had brought camera's
with them, now it appeared that everyone had. I was turned and twisted
to pose for these people, my hair practically ripped out of my head to
force me to look into the cameras. Paula reached down, still holding
one arm and ripped my skirt up to my waist, flashbulbs popped. They
didn't bother with the formality of auctioning my skirt, it
disappeared in a frenzy. I passed out.

			     Chapter III

	When I awoke I was spreadeagled on my back on the coffee
table, feet tied, each to a leg, arms held back over my head by Paula
and Jan, and was surrounded by the guests, Dawn was slapping my face.

	When I opened my eyes she smiled "she's ready now."

	Craig was standing at my feet. His wife ritualistically
unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down. She caressed his penis
but it was throbbing, he didn't need much help.

	When he entered me it was rough. I screamed into the gag and
everyone broke into hysterical laughter. Craig even stopped and
smiled, but not for long. He had intercourse with me more roughly than
I ever imagined possible. Each stroke seemed to burn itself into my
insides. I looked up once into his eyes and saw a terrible fury there.

	When he was done he pulled out and stood up. He moved to the
head of the table and stood over me his penis dripping into my face.
He put one foot on the table next to my face and motioned Paula and
Jan to pose on either side of him like a champion race car driver
being congratulated after a victory while his wife took several
snapshots. They also each put a leg up on the table, their nyloned
legs flanking him as Marion took the shots. I tried to cover up, Jan
grabbed an arm and I was jerked back into a helpless position.

	After Craig, the other men began taking turns on me. They
blanked into one another I was only semi-aware when one was done and
another started.

	Again I blacked out. I was thinking about Tom and Karen my
fourteen year old, (and Pete's girlfriend). I imagined myself with
them on the beach during our last vacation. I was warm and
comfortable. In my dream I was warm and comfortable, I thought I saw
my son coming towards me with a cold coke.

	He threatened to pour it on me.

	I awoke with a start to look up into Steve's face as he rubbed
a cold bottle of beer against my crotch. Things were quieter, the
lights had been turned off in this end of the room, there were several
candles lit. I was no longer gagged nor held down. Steve helped untie
my ankles and his wife Marie gently guided me to a couch. I noticed
that most of the guests were gone, there were several couples sitting
at the other end of the room talking with Dawn and Dave but they paid
us no attention. Marie helped me gather my shoes, panty hose, bra and
what was left of my blouse. My panties were nowhere to be found. I put
on my panty hose and with Marie's help my shoes and skirt.

	Steve was still holding my blouse and bra. Dawn noticed
something and walked down to our end of the room. "Steve let me help
you with that stuff, It's not fit for Cheryl to wear anymore so let's
just chuck it."

	With that Steve frowned but handed her the clothing and she
tossed it into the fireplace where it disappearred in a temporary
resurgence of the dying fire.

	Marie and Steve both looked a little sympathetic, they sat on
the couch on either side of me. They were both quite gentle, and after
the last hours I clung to that. The room was warm but I was still
shaking uncontrollably.

	Steve held me to stop my shaking. For the first time I could
remember I stopped sobbing. I didn't resist when Steve cupped one
breast. He was gentle and I felt a little safer being held. Marie
spoke up. "I saved your wedding ring for you, want it back? Of
course,... listen though Steve has a fantasy about this, would you be
willing to help him live it? It's a lot easier than what you've
already been through tonight."

	I nodded agreement silently. I knew I had no choice and I was
more comfortable here than I would have been if Dawn noticed me again.
And they were so kind, I wanted to preserve that desparately.

	Steve reached for my hand and held it while Marie slipped the
ring on my ring finger. Steve unzipped his pants and motioned for me
to pull his member out. I hesitated but when Marie started to move I
reached for it. I took it out, it was hard almost immediately. Marie
guided me to the floor in front of Steve where I knelt. She pushed my
face down into his crotch and I understood I was to take it in my
mouth. I gagged but did it. After a few moments she pulled my head
back and told me that if I wanted to I could just use my hand but I
would have to let him come in my face.

	Dumbly I cooperated. I was in a kind of shock. Everytime I
tried to use my right hand she stopped me, I was to only use my left.

	When he came he spurted in my face and on my hand which went
up to protect my eyes. He came a lot, it was warm and felt smooth
against my skin.

	Flashbulbs popped. I looked left and there were Paula and Dawn
both recording this moment for posterity. Me topless, on my knees,
Steve's cock in my face and cum dripping off my face and hand (later I
was to learn that it was dripping off my ring, that was the object of
the exercise).

	When Steve finished cumming, Marie wiped his cock off with my
other hand and replaced it in his pants. They both got up as if I
wasn't even there and joined the other group. I heard a long burst of
hysterical laughter. Dawn spoke up as they left. "Get on your feet and
bring us some wine, and see if anyone wants any dessert."

	I complied, it didn't seem like there was anything else to do
at the time.

	It was about 2:00 AM by then. I served dessert and a little
wine to the remaining guests. I was directed to again remove my skirt
and kneel on the floor under the lamp where they could all see me,
until I was needed. I complied. I tried not to look into anyones'
eyes, I was sobbing again but afraid of making too much noise.

	At one point Dawn got up and threw my skirt into the fire, she
also grabbed the arm that I was using to cover my breasts and jerked
away. "Don't you dare cover up."

	After that they mostly ignored me in the conversation but
would occasionally give me a look of disgust to insure I was aware of
my condition.

	For awhile I knelt there, leaning back fully exposing my
breasts to avoid Dawn's wrath. I was thinking back through my entire
relationship with Dawn and Dave. I had never seen anything remotely
comparing to their treatment of me tonight. I had felt that Dawn was
occasionally unnecessarily snippish with me, even rude, but she had
always seemed to be a fairly reliable friend.

	I had confided in her about marital problems etc. and she in
me. Her cruelty shocked me as did her blatant enjoyment of my
subjugation. I thought about Jan. She had always been a good friend.
She was what men call a doll, small, excellent figure, pretty face,
dark complexion, attracted men like flies but seemed to ignore them.

	Tonight she was acting extremely provocative, enjoying egging
the men on, and directing their energies towards me. She also enjoyed
my subjugation.

	I never even imagined that she could act like this.

			      Chapter IV

	About 3:30 Paula got up to leave and Dawn told me to help her
with her coat. Standing there in the hallway Paula smiled and cruelly
told me that "I have really enjoyed the evening, haven't you?"

	She laughed and told me that she had made a deal with Dawn,
and I was the deal. I would be hearing from her later in the week, and
if I valued my family I would cooperate. She pulled my necklace out of
her pocket and told me she would get it fixed.

	Maybe I could borrow it sometime... with that she stepped out
the door and I was left alone in the hallway. Dave came out and guided
me to the basement, he pointed to a pile of blankets and said Dawn
would be down in the morning.

	I heard that door shut and the lock click into place. Alone in
the dark, I sobbed myself through the night but didn't sleep. I
relived the experience countless times. Was it real? Why? Why? Why?
How could I face the people I knew. How could I face Dawn and Dave,
and the others I knew I might see again?

	About twelve hours later, the door opened and the bright light
caused me to squint in pain. Dawn came down carrying some clothing
which she dumped at my feet.

	"Get up!! Cheryl I'm not going to waste time with unnecessary
threats. Suffice to say that I have affidavits from everyone who was
here last night that you got drunk and made a fool of yourself. You
made passes at every man and when they were done you were begging for
more. I have pictures that would ruin your marriage for ever. And
finally if you don't want me to include Karen in our next Soiree, you
will do as you are told. I do require you to sign two papers and then
I am going to let you go. I know you won't be stupid enough to fight
this but just in case."

	I looked at the papers. One said something to the effect that
I had agreed to "sell my body" for $65.00. I agreed to serve as the
entertainment at an "adult" party with the understanding that
providing sexual favors would be part of the deal. She had me write my
age, name, and measurements on the form in my own handwriting. She
also had me write that I would gladly perform fellatio and have
intercourse with whosoever desired at this party. And that I
understood that although such an agreement was illegal it would
suffice to prove the voluntariness of any sexual activety.

	I managed to maintain my composure and although I shook, I
wrote what she wanted. After I had written what she had originally
ordered, she smiled and said let's improve this, "write that you are
married and you know Tom your husband would die if he knew what you
had done, so you asked your husband to leave you alone for the
weekend."

	Finally she had me write a note to Tom on the back of the
contract.

	"Tom I decided to see what the rest of the world was like. I
enjoyed what the eleven guys at that party did to me. Ask Dawn for
some snapshots."

	I complied.

	Dawn told me she was sure that she would never have to use
this paper.

	The other form was a model release which covered the entire
night. It specifically mentioned that the photos were nude, I had
posed voluntarily and that I assigned to Dawn the rights to do what
she desired with them including publication. The total helplessness of
the situation got to me. I broke into tears.

	"Cheryl if you don't sign this in about three seconds you will
lose the chance and I will have to protect myself in a less genteel
fashion."

	I wasn't sure what she meant but decided that I had nothing to
lose by signing the forms. I did and she left. Strangely she looked at
me with almost friendliness in her eyes and said gently, "Cheryl
things have changed, but you're going to be all right. If you continue
to do what you're told, we will take care of you."

	As she climbed the stairs out of the basement she left the
basement door open and opened the back door of her home. I was looking
directly outside.

	I stepped out of the light and dressed. She had chosen the
clothes to humiliate me. There was no bra or panties, the sweater was
her daughters, and about three sizes too small. The shoes were mine,
the pantyhose mine (it had been washed) but the skirt was again
Chris'. In addition to being too tight it was so short I was afraid to
walk, if I took too long a step I felt I would be exposing myself to
the world. But I did put it on and stepped out the door to freedom.

	Walking down the street to my home I reflected on the evening.
And Dawn's cryptic final remarks, she couldn't think she could do this
to me again?

	I looked down at what I was wearing and realized that she
might be able to do what she wanted. That was a chilling thought. I
knew I could never go to the police. There was a real possibility that
even if they believed my story, that Dawn could indeed ruin my life
and my families'. I passed by a moving van, people were just moving
into the home. Three guys stood on the steps. I heard a loud whistle,
and another. Realizing they were for me I smiled involuntarily but
stepped up my pace. I felt embarrassed but flattered.

	I looked up into the November sky. It was the deepest blue and
the brightest sunlight that I had seen in a long time...

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Slave Wife [M+F+/f, humil, bdsm,) 2/2]
Date: 5 Jul 1996 13:37:30 GMT

			      Slave Wife
			       Part Two
			      Chapter V

	I had spent the rest of that weekend in a daze. Saturday
afternoon when I got home, I immediately took off the clothes Dawn had
sent me away in, and threw them into the garbage in the garage. I
tried to sleep. Although I had not slept in a day and a half, I was
still to upset. I wandered around the house, but couldn't seem to sit
down. About 6:30 I ran some water for a bath.

	As I lay there I began to relax. When I moved I realized how
sore I was.

	I think it was than that the shock wore off and the full
import of what had happened hit me. I had been raped, not just raped
but gang-raped. Not by strangers in some alley, but by friends, and
neighbors, less than two blocks from my home. Not knowing where to
turn, or what to do I moved from the tub to my bed and eventually
drifted off to sleep.

	When I woke up Sunday I was still in kind of a funk. It was a
cold clear day and I forced myself to clean up around the house, etc.
in preparation for my families return from Tom's parents. I thought
about friday night.

	That was the first time I had had sex with anyone other than
my husband. I was ashamed to admit it but the worst part was the
humiliation. The sex with the men had been degrading but...

	When Tom and the kids got there I tried to act cheerful and
welcome them back. Karen immediately stated that she was going to run
over to see Pete. I lost control. I yelled at her, told her that she
was not going anywhere. Everyone stared at me, Karen looked shocked
but said nothing. Tom took me aside and asked me if I was allright. I
said yes, there was nothing wrong. He went over to Karen and told her
to wait until after dinner to leave.

	While she was gone I was scared silly. What would she find out
over there? I did not know at the time if Pete or Chris knew what had
happened to me, it was so crazy I did not know what to think.

	The next few days went slowly. Tom repeatedly asked me what
was wrong but I could not tell him. He could never understand. I know
I was acting strangely but could not help myself. We tried to make
love several times. Each time Tom would try to approach me I kept
thinking about that Friday night. The one time we did make love I
remember comparing his lovemaking to Craig's brutal intercourse. I
didn't enjoy Tom that night at all. It was so cold so dispassionate, I
think Tom finally got the message. Ten days later, about 7:00 one
night I came down stairs and heard people talking in the living room.

	"What happened last weekend, she hasn't been the same since?"

	There was an edge on Tom's voice when he spoke. "She seemed
all right Friday night when she left."

	That was Dave speaking, Dawn spoke up. "Steve and Marie
Daniels left with her, they were going to drop her off since it was
pretty late. I talked to Marie last week and she didn't mention
anything."

	"Why don't we all get together Saturday? Maybe she's just
depressed and a little get together will cheer her up."

	Tom agreed that that might be a good idea. Dawn mentioned that
she would try and invite a few other people and would talk to Tom
later in the week to set it up. I realized that if someone saw me
standing here they would notice that I had been eavesdropping. I went
on down into the living room.

	Dawn and Dave were there with Tom. Dawn smiled warmly and
mentioned that since she hadn't heard from me in a while they thought
they would stop by. I mumbled hello, and sat next to Tom. We sat and
talked for about forty-five minutes. Everything seemed so, so...
normal.

	After they left I wondered if that night had really happened.
I wanted to forget and they acted as if nothing had changed.

	I tried to talk Tom out of going but he was adament. Saturday
morning came and I saw that I had no choice. I pretended to be sick,
and that was not far from the truth but the kids were eager to leave
and Tom seemed intent on dragging me there. I put on some jeans and a
blouse and we left to walk over there.

	As we walked down the street I took stock of my family. Tom
was thirty-six, a fairly successful attorney and his practice was just
beginning to come into its own.

	After some hard years it looked like he was in the process of
becoming one of the most prominent local attorneys. He was 5'10," 175
lbs and stayed in great shape. I was extremely proud of him.

	When I married him I had misgivings. He was a wonderful
person, extremely dependable and I knew he could take care of me but
he was a little to staid, to damn dependable.

	I realized as I looked at him that I had made the right
choice. I cared for him deeply and he was a wonderful husband and
father. I looked at Karen my fourteen year old. She was a sophmore in
high school, well behaved and normally easy to handle. Many of my
friends envied me because Karen and I seemed to have so few problems.
Her figure had been developing faster than I wanted to see though, I
worried about her. She went out with Pete, Dawn's sixteen year old and
I felt that he was to wild for her. Scott my twelve year old was
skinny as a beanpole, a little awkward but he was moving out of the
awkward stage and I was quite proud of him. Linda our youngest was
eleven, she was a little monster, I loved her dearly though, she was
my favorite. Tom accused me of spoiling her. All in all I was
extremely proud of my family.

	I looked up and saw that we had almost reached Dawn's house. I
was a little nervous but Tom had told me that we could leave after a
little if I still didn't feel better. If he only knew!!! Dave met us
at the door. Behind him stood Yvonne who had been Karen and Scott's
5th grade teacher. I heard voices in the living room and I saw Phil,
Dawn's brother and a young women I didn't know.

	While Dave introduced me to Phil and his date (Denise) Yvonne
took Tom off to the side and they appeared to be engaged in an earnest
discussion.

	The kids disappeared upstairs. I realized that I was the only
woman not wearing a skirt or a dress. Dawn came out of the kitchen,
welcomed us and asked if Yvonne or I could give her a hand in the
kitchen for a moment. Yvonne grabbed my hand and almost dragged me
into the kitchen.

	Once there she placed her hand over my mouth while Dawn picked
up a cup of some bright red sauce and splashed it on my white blouse.
Dawn spoke loudly, "I'm terribly sorry." She went on for a moment
while Yvonne relaxed her grip but kept a hand on my arm and quietly
said. "Co-operate with me Cheryl and today will be fairly easy for
you." Before I could answer Yvonne pulled me out of the kitchen, I
tried to look embarrassed, not scared. I knew somehow that that was
how they wanted me to act while Dawn announced how clumsy she was.
Yvonne offered to take me home to change clothes, while Dawn continued
to act sympathetic and apologize.

	The show was clearly for Tom's benefit. I understood from the
pressure of Yvonne's fingers that I was to accept her offer. I did.

			      Chapter VI

	She drove me the two blocks to my home silently. I asked her
what was going on, for a moment I was outraged but when she offered to
take me back and allow Dawn to tell Tom what I had really done two
weeks earlier I became a little scared (terrified) and went along with
her. She pulled up into my driveway, I got out and begain walking
towards the back door. She stopped me.

	"When you enter a home alone you will use the back door, when
you are with someone else, you will ensure that they at least use the
front."

	I looked at her to ask what in the world but thought better of
it.

	She went up the stairs and straight into my bedroom. I watched
her as she went through my closet. She was tall about 5'8," blonde
hair, blue eyes, single and about thirty-one or thirty-two years old.
She had a good body and as I remembered she had always liked to flaunt
it. She was wearing a long black skirt, but it was slit to mid thigh.
I had seen when we had walked into Dawn's home that Tom had noticed
her. I had felt a tinge of jealousy.

	After going through my closet for a moment she turned to me
and told me to get out all my skirts, pumps or heels, tan or flesh
covered panty hose, and sweaters. She would choose what I was to wear.
I complied with her demand.

	As I bent down to get out my shoes I bumped into her. She
grabbed my hair and slapped my twice across the face. She didn't hit
me hard but I was shocked.

	Tears rolled down my face. "Hurry up, if we don't get back in
a few minutes Dawn will be getting out the picture album she created
for you last week and showing Tom and your kids what a good show you
put on."

	After I had lain everything out she picked out two pair of
shoes, plain black pumps and plain white ones, several pair of panty
hose and a sweater. She made me try on several skirts.

	Finally she made me put on the black pumps, panty hose, a knee
length black skirt and a red turtle neck. She put several skirts, the
white pumps and some panty hose into a shopping bag.

	As she turned to go almost as an afterthought she told me to
show her what kind of sweaters Karen had. She picked out a sweater
that I had given Karen for her birthday, a beautiful white angora
sweater. She placed that in her shopping bag and we left.

	When we got back they were all sitting down to dinner. Dawn
sat Tom down at one table and Yvonne quickly grabbed the empty seat to
his right. I felt Phil's hand guide me to a seat at the other table. I
looked over at Tom, he smiled at me and started to say something.
Right about then Yvonne placed her hand on his arm and he turned to
talk to her. I sat down between Phil and Denise. I wasn't very hungry.
I picked at my food. Phil tried to make small talk and so did Denise.
About halfway through the dinner I felt Phil's hand on my leg. He
started at the knee and slid his hand between my skirt and leg.

	While smiling at my daughter and asking her about a party she
had gone to with Pete he fondled my thigh up to my panties. We both
acted as if nothing was happening. Denise looked at him and in a very
sotto voice, told him to "leave her alone,... for now" they both
laughed at that and after that they pretty much ignored me.

	After dinner Dawn grabbed me and guided me into the kitchen. I
could hear Tom talking to Phil and Yvonne just outside the door. She
told me that Dave had something to show me. He came up from the
basement and motioned for me to follow him down.

	I went down behind him, upstairs I could hear the voices of
the others. He took me to the corner where I had spent the night two
weeks earlier. There was a blanket covering one wall. He removed it,
underneath there were dozens of pictures. They were all of me, in the
various stages of undress that I had been forced to parade around in
that night.

	In the center there was a large color photo of me, topless, on
my knees, with my left hand around an erect penis, no more than three
inches from my face. Cum was dripping off my face and hand. My wedding
ring could be clearly seen underneath.

	It looked as if I was smiling. Next to that one there was a
shot of me wearing panties, pantyhose, black heels, and nothing else.
I was kneeling in the living room while six or seven people sat on the
couches ignoring me. "Cheryl if you will cooperate today we won't show
these pictures to Tom. If at any time you cause any trouble though, he
will get the same tour that you received."

	Numbly I turned away. I started to cry. "If he sees something
is wrong, we will have to assume you are not cooperating. I will leave
you alone here for a few moments but we will be expecting you
upstairs." He smiled at me, and reached down and raised my skirt. He
looked at my legs for a moment, as if to show me that he had that
power. He dropped my skirt and left the basement without speaking
again.

	After several minutes I turned and walked up the stairs.

			     Chapter VII

	I numbly reached for the door handle, I was going to just
leave, nothing could be worse than staying. Dawn was standing right
outside the door.

	She smiled and told me that she thought I might try and leave,
but it would be easier if I stayed. If I left she and Yvonne would
have to show Tom what a "slut he had married."

	After she and Yvonne finished talking to Tom I could never go
home again. If I continued to cooperate I would only suffer momentary
embarrassment. I was repulsed at what she considered "momentary
embarrassment" but knew that I had no choice. We went inside. Most
everyone was in the living room. Tom was there with Yvonne. He looked
up at me.

	"How are you feeling?"

	"Better," I lied. Dawn told Tom that she wanted to show me her
new crafts room. He laughed and told me to have fun. Dawn guided me up
the stairs. We went up into what had been the attic. It had been
remodeled for her to use for her hobbies. (I was soon to learn that I
was a hobby).

	Once there Denise soon joined us. Phil was right behind her.
"Shall we get started?" Dawn asked sarcastically. Phil grabbed my arms
while Dawn and Denise pulled my sweater off.

	As soon as my arms slipped through the sleeves Phil grabbed
them again. They removed my skirt and slip and then, strangely, Dawn
asked Phil and Denise to leave the room."

	"Cheryl, don't talk, just and absorb what I have to say. Go
ahead, sit down on the bed.

	Obviously you realized earlier that you have more to gain by
going along with us than by fighting. What I have in mind for you
isn't too bad. You are going to have to learn to cooperate. If you do,
your life will go on pretty much as it always has. If not, well, I
have some alternate plans. For the rest of today, relax and try to
have fun. I promise you will not be hurt."

	I thought about what she had said. All through my life, from
high school, college, and marriage I had been a "good girl," a "good
wife" and generally had conformed to what a "nice" girl should do. Tom
had been my "first." I fantasized about other men on occasion but had
never so much as expressed the thought. I always dressed modestly. The
night they raped me I was terrified, humiliated, degraded to the point
of being sick, but when I thought back about it, I started to feel
warm down around my vagina. I knew, and she knew that I was going to
cooperate. She knew how I felt, degraded but excited.

	Dave came in the room. Dawn commanded that I kneel on the
floor. I did.

	Phil and Denise came back in. Denise picked up a tape measure
and proceeded to take my measurements.

	After she measured my bust I was allowed to replace my bra.
She recorded the measurements on a bulletin board. I noticed that
there were blanks there so the succeeding measurements could be
compared to the previous ones. Dave looked down the stairs and into
the hallway.

	He reported that the coast was clear Dawn led me downstairs
the bathroom.

	I was directed to step on the scale. We started back into the
attic but Dawn guided me to her bedroom. She pushed my head down into
what had been an old heating grate, but was now slightly open into her
living room. I saw Tom and Yvonne on the couch, Yvonne had her hand on
his arm and it was obvious they were engrossed in conversation. Her
skirt had slipped partially off her thigh. He was enjoying her
company. It was also obvious that she was offering him more than a
platonic relationship. Before I could react Dawn guided me back
upstairs. I was directed to kneel on the floor again while the others
discussed my body. I learned that they thought it was good, but that I
would be sent to the "Workout World" to improve it.

	During the afternoon, I stayed there, not ignored but not
harrassed either. Phil wrote out an exercise schedule and told me that
I would be using it soon. Dave and Phil spent most of the time
downstairs.

	I could hear the kids in another room but they stayed well out
of the way most of the afternoon. I was terrified that one of them
would come in and see me like this. Denise mentioned something to Dawn
about Tom coming up but Dawn laughed and assured her that Yvonne was
not going to let him out of her sight.

	Late in the afternoon Denise told me to dress and come on
downstairs.

	She took me into the bathroom and helped rearrange my make-up.
When I came downstairs Tom had the kids in the living room and they
were preparing to leave. Dawn asked me to stay. "Tom you don't mind if
Cheryl stays awhile do you?" He said it was up to me. They both looked
at me, but before I could speak Dawn spoke up, "Great, it's settled,
Cheryl promised me she would help me bake tonight." With that Tom told
me not to stay too late, kissed me, and left with the kids.

	Dawn brought me into the living room. Yvonne brought out the
bag of clothing she had taken from my home earlier. Dave and Phil
seemed to be arranging some photographic lights and shades around the
Christmas tree.

	Dave had several cameras two on tripods, and one with a
strange looking lens that he was holding in his hand.

	As soon as they finished arranging things they looked at me,
expectantly, "Well come on, step up here." I came forward and Dave
"posed me" in front of the tree. "Turn slightly sideways, bend forward
slightly, now with your right hand, grab a handful of skirt and raise
it a little."

	"Damn it smile!" I was sobbing by now, Dave roughly wiped my
face, and pushed me into the position he wanted. For several minutes
we went on like this.

	Finally, Dawn who had been watching silently suggested that we
were going about this all wrong. "Strip her!!" she commanded, Denise
and Yvonne proceeded to undress me. They weren't rough, they weren't
gentle, they were just cold and efficient.

	After I was undressed Dave laid me down on the floor, on my
side and photographed me in front of the tree. Then he moved me so
that I was on my back, feet towards the camera, legs spread, and my
left hand (wedding ring) covering my vagina. I was made to pose this
way for a while.

			     Chapter VIII

	Eventually I was allowed to put on some clothing, and I was
photographed for the next couple hours in various stages of dress and
undress. I tried on all the pairs of panty hose Yvonne had brought,
Dave and Phil selected the shades they liked. One skirt, my longest,
had been slit to the waist, another had been hemmed up during the
afternoon so that it was much too short. They tried every combination
of clothing and pose imaginable. No blouse, then no skirt, change
shoes, bra on, bra off, panty hose on, panty hose off, change skirts,
remove skirt etc. I wasn't enjoying this at all but I wasn't as scared
as I had been originally. I was still scared and maybe a little angry
(although my fear overruled my anger) but it wasn't as hard to go
along with them as it had been in the beginning. I realized what Dawn
had done. By making me pose nude at first, I knew the worst was over
and that things had to get better. It worked. Both Dave and Phil
became quite solicitous, as long as I cooperated they were gentle.

	About 9:30 Dave told Dawn he was done. Yvonne piped up, "I
have one more idea." I was directed to put on some suntan panty hose,
my black heels, and my daughters White sweater, but no skirt. The
sweater was quite long and actually partially covered my thighs. Dawn
brought me to the kitchen, bent me over the sink and soaked the
sweater with water. She brought me dripping into the living room.
Yvonne had collected three hair dryers and they began heating the
sweater to dry it, while I was still in it. It took about an hour.

	When they finished they repeated the process. Finally they did
it again. This time before it was totally dry Yvonne suggested they
try some shots. By now the sweater had shrunk. It was from fitting. It
had stretched around my breasts and was tight on my stomach. It still
covered a little thigh.

	Dave posed me in front of the tree again. This time he took
several rolls of film of just this outfit. I knelt, I bent over, I was
twisted, and even took one shot looking straight at the camera, hands
underneath my chest as if I was offering my breasts. This shot took
awhile to get right because they insisted I smile. It wasn't easy but
Dawn's threats and the promise that they would keep it up until I got
it right scared me into trying. The resultant grimace wasn't great but
Dave said it would do.

	Finally Dawn suggested the men pose with me. I knelt in front
of them, Dave unzipped his fly and placed my hand around his penis. I
began to perform as he wished.

	When he was done he did not put his penis back into his pants,
he stood next to we while I was forced to suck Phil.

	During this time Dawn took numerous shots.

	Finally they were done.

	I was told to kneel in the corner for a while. Yvonne asked me
about the family photo that we had taken several weeks earlier. "Tom
told me that you are going to send cards this year with that photo on
them." I nodded agreement. Dave looked at Dawn and they both smiled.
"Bring us some of them!"

	"When will you pick them up?" I replied that they should be
ready on Monday. Dawn ordered me to bring them to her immediately
after I got them.

	The phone rang, Dave answered it. "Everythings fine, she
should be finished in a little. Cheryl, it's Tom." He handed me the
phone and I took it.

	"He sounded a little irritated. It's well past midnight hon,
when will you be home? I didn't think you would stay this long, I wish
you would have called, is everything all right?"

	As he was speaking Phil had reached over and was
absentmindedly fondling my thigh. Denise tried to smother a giggle but
failed. I told Tom I was all right and would be home soon. He sounded
a little relieved, I told him not to wait up. He said he would try but
in any case to wake him when I got in. I promised and we hung up. I
asked Dawn if I could leave.

	She told me that they weren't done with me yet. She wanted to
get a few more shots of me with my ring finger wrapped around Dave's
penis. I was posed again, and again.

	Finally they were through. Dawn told me to dress, as I had
been dressed when I arrived. I did but Yvonne stopped me when I
started to put the skirt on. Dawn told me that I was through for the
weekend but that I had better be back Monday at 1:30 with the family
Christmas cards.

	"Do you hear me?"

	"Yes, I heard."

	"Than you better be here." Dawn took me into the kitchen where
we were joined by Yvonne. "Cheryl, I have a few instructions for you;
first you will no longer wear pantsuits or jeans, you will wear skirts
and dresses ALWAYS, second you will no longer say no to a man, and
third you will use the back door when you are at my home." Do you
understand? I nodded. She sounded gentle so I asked her why...

	Before the words were out of my mouth I was told to "Shut
UP!!! In due time you will learn, for now, just cooperate and you will
be allowed to continue your way of life." Yvonne got up to leave. I
gathered my skirt in my hand, looked for my slip with no success,
found my purse and headed for the door. "Wrong door bitch" with that
Dawn pointed at the back door. I walked out and found Yvonne waiting
out front. She motioned for me to get into her car. I did. She drove
to my house, once in front I started to put my skirt on. She stopped
me.

	"Get out of the car."

	"I'm not dressed." She reached over and pushed me out, I was
to scared to fight. Once out of her car I stood there, she had stopped
under a street light, and put my skirt on. I walked into the house.

	On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope. Cheryl,
read me, it said in large red letters. I opened it and gasped. It
contained a blank diary, but also about twenty pictures taken two
weeks earlier. The photographs formed a chronological record of my
gang-rape. There was a note.

	Cheryl

	Use this diary to record what happened to you
	during the last two weeks. Be detailed, be
	specific, record your thoughts and your
	feelings. Bring this with you when you come
	over Monday. You may keep the snapshots. So far
	you are the only one in your family who has seen
	them. If you continue to cooperate, we may be
	able to keep it this way. Sweet dreams...

				Dawn, Yvonne, and Denise.

	I stuffed the photo's back into the manilla envelope and
shoved it into a cabinet full of junk that no one ever looked into,
and stumbled upstairs sobbing quietly. Tom was sound asleep when I got
there. For some reason I looked on his dresser. There was one of his
business cards with some writing on it, I took it into the bathroom to
read. It was a women's handwriting, it had a phone number, and
address, and it was signed Yvonne... Not knowing what could come next,
I crawled off to bed. I thought about the day, Tom's possible
relationship with Yvonne, and Dawn's final orders. I drifted off to
sleep.

			       The End