John, my ex husband, was considerably older than I, a worldly 27. I started having sex with him when he fed me alcohol spiked Kool-aide till I almost passed out. Being young I was convinced I was in love and would do anything for him.

Within months of our marriage he started me on the occasional threesomes then forced me into gangbangs with his friends and buddies from work. After 4 years of this I finally was fed up. He could never hold a job, and we never had any money or anything else other than a very kinky sex life. John and I were divorced when I was almost 20. I had (thankfully) completed high school and applied to nursing school, where I graduated when I was 23.

I took a job working on a MED-SURG ward and met an older guy there who was a patient and treated me very nice. He sent me flowers and after the abuse from John and the groping of horny guys I'd dated since then, I absolutely loved it.

We started dating and six months later we were married in Las Vegas. Gary was 54, and owned his own Wholesale Auto Brokerage Company, and had a beautiful house. While we couldn't be considered millionaires the business was strong and financially sound. For the first time in my life money wasn't a concern. I was able to drive a Caddy, a 97 STS, my home was bigger than anything I could have imagined...with five bedrooms, three baths, large study, family room, etc.

But after being married for just about 3 years I started to get bored. I don't know why I felt this way, maybe deep down inside I missed something from the old days when I had been with multiple partners, or maybe Gary just wasn't that exciting in bed.

Gary went out of town every week to car auctions in bordering states, we live in Oklahoma. One night I was in the mood for a little partying so I got dressed up and went to a bar not far from where I lived. Looking back I realize that I'd drunk way too much. I danced all night and had sex with a guy in the back seat of my car. And after that night I was hooked on the excitement.

I started going out one night a week, usually Thursday, when John was out of town. Sometimes I had sex with guys, sometimes I didn't. I loved the attention, the excitement of not knowing what would happen, and the dancing too. I loved it when the guys would fondle me, especially in front of their friends, and I really enjoyed teasing the guys.

Over a period of time I became "hooked" on the aggressive type of guy. I think I craved a strong man, which Gary wasn't, somehow it excited me to be treated roughly by a strong man. If a guy I was dancing with was a proper gentleman -- or not very aggressive I'd soon lose interest in them. This led to some sexual experiences that, if I had of tried to resist, I don't believe the guys would have stopped. These incidents greatly excited me and I actively sought out these types of encounters on a regular basis.

That summer afternoon I spent more time out visiting patients than I'd anticipated and it was near 7 p.m. when I finished. I decided to stop for a drink at a bar I had spotted on the way to my last patient's home. Walking in and ordering myself a Tom Collins I made myself comfortable at the bar. After an hour or so, a half way decent country and western band started up and I accepted a dance request from a handsome guy at the bar.

This bar was your basic Bar-Bar. Nothing more that a place to drink booze, no frills, a blue-collar bar in a somewhat rough neighborhood. Most of the men and the few women there were dressed in blue jeans and western shirts. I was dressed in my nurse's uniform not having had a chance to change.

Several rough looking men came into the bar and it was obvious that they were friends of the guy I was dancing with. They moved to a table and after few minutes, my new friend Ron, came back from the restroom and asked me for another dance. I agreed and after the dance he invited me over to the table where his friends were sitting eyeing us. After introductions we settled into some conversation and continued drinking.

I danced a lot with Ron and all of his friends and in the process ended up getting very drunk. I realize now looking back on it, that I stayed because I was really too drunk to leave, even though I knew I should have called a cab. The guys had started getting pretty touchy- feely by then...not that I was really complaining but I was spending more time fending off their hands than dancing by then. Finally I decided to sit at the bar just with Ron but as we sat together by the long wooden bar I found that I had to push Ron's hand away from my breasts too. I noticed over the next hour or so that lots of men in the bar were checking out my breasts. That was not unusual, guys in bars do that to me a lot. But this time it seemed to be something more, it made me slightly nervous. Finally I had to get up to go take a pee. Upon entering the bathroom I glanced at myself in the mirror and could hardly recognized myself: my blouse was untucked and the buttons were undone almost to my naval exposing my white satin bra. No wonder everyone was staring at me, I thought.

After trying to get myself straightened out I returned to the table and thanked the men for the drinks and dancing and told them I had to go. They all seemed disappointed, and Ron told me he would walk me too my car.

Once we reached my car Ron kissed me and I returned the kiss. He fondled my breasts but I pushed his hands away. I unlocked the car door and Ron went to the passenger's side. I'm not sure why, but I unlocked the door for him. He again moved to kiss me and I found myself returning the kiss. I allowed him to touch my knee and could feel him slide it up my thigh. His other hand moved to my blouse and fondled my breasts again.

I'll admit it, dancing with all those guys, the drinks, and the kissing had got me pretty aroused by then. I'll also admit that I was giving some thought to fucking Ron in the back seat if kept it up much longer. I allowed his hand into my blouse. We continued to kiss for several more minutes and he finally succeeded in unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra.

As his hands went to my now bare breasts, the coolness of the air on my nipples hardened them immediately. Breaking the kiss I pulled away and told him I that had to get home, trying to tease him, make him worry a little that he might not get any that night.

But suddenly one of the guys from the bar was looking in through the window at us. I tried to cover my breasts and was surprised when Ron grabbed my hands and held them together in one of his. I heard the backdoor driver side of my car open and felt the car move as several people climbed in.

"Ellen said she has to go home guys. She enjoyed teasing us and having us buy her drinks. Now she wants to run out on us, don't you Ellen? Quite drunk and very nervous I replied, "I just need to go home."

"You're not going anywhere honey till you give us some of that pussy of yours," Ron said in a menacing voice.

I jerked my hands free from his grip and slapped him across the face. His face immediately reddened with anger. One of the guys in the back said, "Ron's getting beaten up by a little bitch."

Ron immediately said, "Nobody hits me, especially a little bar whore!"

Ron slapped me hard across the face repeatedly. I could taste blood in my mouth and my vision became even more blurred. I tried to cry out but he kept slapping me. I brought my hands up to protect myself but they were grabbed by one of the men in the back seat. Ron slapped me several more times, which completely dazed me. Then numbly I felt him tugging and tearing my uniform blouse and felt cold air on my shoulders as he ripped it off me.

"Damn bitch, you do have some nice tits."

I struggled to focus on what was happening but I was dazed and drunk. But I could feel Ron's hands roughly fondle then squeeze my breasts. One of the men in the backseat pulled my hands back tightly behind me and pain shot through my shoulders.

"Come on Ellen, lets have some fun," Ron said as he started pinching my nipples harder. Pain shot through my breasts, I felt tears welling up in my eyes and I knew that my make-up would be running down my cheeks. (I think that I was more worried about my make-up at that moment than what these men had in mind for me.)

Ron fumbled with the switch to the car seat and I felt the back recline. The man behind me continued to hold my hands down, moving them above my head. Another guy who I couldn't see finished pulling my bra off. I felt Ron start tearing at my uniform skirt and then at my panty hose. My nipples were still sore and I was totally in shock. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Sure I'd messed around with plenty of men in the past, but I'd never been taken against my will before.

The cool air on my skin as Ron ripped my panty hose off brought me back to reality and I started struggling against him again. I succeeded in getting a hand free and tried to scratch Ron's eyes out. He grabbed my hand and said, "Hold her fucking hands Bill!"

"Damn I am trying Ron, but this little bitch is a fighter," he responded as he tried to hold me down.

"Hang on, I can cure that real quick," Ron said.

Then Ron forced my legs apart and undid his blue jeans fly. He pulled me down in the seat and roughly grabbed my waist and began to finger my vagina. "Damn honey, you're not all that wet, this is going to hurt!"

I again tried to break free but this time his buddy Bill was ready and twisted my hands above my head. This caused terrible pain and I thought he was going to break both of my hands. At the same time I felt Ron's dick press against me, then it pushed a couple inches. "Turn loose of her Bill, let me have her," Ron said.

I felt Bill release my hands and I immediately began struggling and trying to push Ron off. "That's it baby, fight that dick," with that statement he pushed a couple more inches into me.

I pushed and fought as hard as I could but Ron was too big for me. After a couple minutes I was exhausted. Ron just smiled down at me and said, "Feel better now baby? That cunt of yours feels good wiggling on my dick." Then he pushed into me deeper and then started savagely slamming in and out of me.

I was exhausted and lay passively under him until I felt his body stiffen and felt the wetness of his climax inside me. He rolled off of me and Bill grabbed my hand's holding me in the seat. I could see Ron pulling up his pants and buttoning them.

"Okay, who is fucking the little bitch next?" Ron asked. I tried to pull away from Bill's grip.

"Come on babe, save some of that fight for the fuck will yeah. Bill reached over and cruelly twisted my right nipple. Pain shot through my breast and I gasped at the discomfort. I struggled to pull away from Bill but was unable too.

"That's better Baby, now you're learning."

I heard the rear door open and in a second the driver's door open. I felt jarred as one of the other guys from the bar was there and quickly unbuttoning his pants. "Come on Ellen, you going to give me some of that pussy too?" he said forcing my legs apart and just as quickly entering my sloppy-moist pussy. He began slowing sliding his cock in and out of me. I couldn't move, I was being held again.

"Nice cunt Bitch, tight but wet!" he said, then he began biting my exposed breasts and neck. The pain made me move but with him on top of me and Bill still holding my hands there was nothing I could do. I opened my eyes as Ron reached out again and twisted my nipple. I jerked and tried moving away.

"Hey, that feels nice when you do that too her Ron, pinch it some more, she squirms around and tightens up on me." Ron laughed and continued to twist my nipple until I was too exhausted to fight it anymore. Tears were streaming down my face and my whole body hurt. my newest assailant continued to ram his cock in and out of me until I felt his body tense and he climaxed inside me.

"Mmmm, damn good pussy, huh Ron?" he said, panting. Ron laughed in agreement.

Done with me for the moment he rolled off of me and another guy quickly took his place. I had resigned myself to being raped by all of Ron's friends and was laying passively in the seat. I felt the next guy fumble around and then he slid his cock into my cunt. I was so sloppy with two men's come in my by now that he just slipped in with no resistance. He began sawing it in and out of me as I laid passively below him.

"Here Kevin, let me liven her up a little for you," I heard Ron say.

I felt a searing hot pain to the outer part of my right breast. I yelled and jerked away immediately. Looking over I could see Ron holding a cigarette that he had just touched to my breast with. "Like that Ellen? Come on, let's do it again." He moved the cigarette toward me again. I jerked and moved away, and started thrashing to get away from the cigarette.

"How is that Kevin, she moving okay for you man?"

"Hell yes, that is great, burn her again."

Ron touched the cigarette to my breast again and I cried out in pain.

"Come on baby, fight me!"

As the pain shot through my breast I couldn't keep from fighting.I twisted, and squirmed and screamed, and beat my fists on the man's back but who was fucking me but could not escape the pain of Ron's hot cigarette.

Ron removed the cigarette and at the same time I felt my current rapist stiffen and climax inside of me, he grunted and grunted as he had a violent orgasm. I could feel the mixed come dripping under my butt and sticking to the fabric of the car seat.

My latest assailant climbed off of me after opening the car door. I felt another man climb on top of me but at this point I was exhausted and ached all over and didn't even open my eyes to see who it was. I felt his cock push up into me and he begin moving inside me. I opened my eyes briefly to see Ron open up my purse and begin tossing things out. He rolled up the bills I had in my wallet and stuffed them in his shirt pocket.

"Thanks babe, we can buy us some drinks now!" Ron said.

I am not sure how long I was raped I know several of them did me twice. After Ron finished raping me a second time my strength seemed to return from somewhere and I tore into him. I scratched him across the face and did my best to scratch his eyes out. I felt a blow to the back of the head and was dazed by someone's blow. I was dragged out of the car on the driver's side.

I was naked from the waist up, my uniform skirt was torn and bunched at the waist. My makeup had long since either been rubbed off or washed off with my tears. I caught a glance of myself in the door mirror and could hardly recognize myself.

"You fucking bitch you're going to pay for that!" Ron yelled as he came around the front of the car.

"Hold her hands." Ron ordered. I felt someone force my hands behind my back. Ron stepped forward and slapped me hard across the mouth. I again tasted blood in my mouth.

"That is just a start bitch!" Ron said. Ron slapped me again and then said, "Ready for this bitch?" and drove his fist into my stomach. I felt my breath escape and I couldn't breath. He struck me in the stomach again and whoever was holding me from behind released me. I slumped to the ground.

"What is the matter Ellen, not feeling so feisty now?" Ron kicked me in the stomach rolling me on to my back. "Come on babe, cry for me!" Ron yelled.

I was numb, half out of my mind -- the pain was intense and I couldn't move. I felt another kick to the stomach and then another one. I remember the thought going through my mind that I was going to die in this dirty parking lot. I remember being kicked several more times and then I must have passed out.

I came too with Ron straddling me and a lit cigarette in his mouth. "I'm going to burn those pretty tits of yours again you little cunt. When I get don with you no one will want to fuck you again." He said.

I saw him remove the cigarette from his mouth and remember trying to scream but I couldn't. He reached down and pulled my left nipple tight and I felt a stabbing burning pain as he burnt the underside of my breast. I must have passed out again because I came too with him slapping my face repeatedly and saying, "Wake up you fucking bitch."

He burnt me again on my other breast and then rose up off of me. I saw him unzipping his pants and he pulled his cock out. I groaned is disappear. He was going to rape me again, and in the dirt this time. I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable weight to press down on me.

My whole body jerked as the first steam of urine hit next to my head and he adjusted it to hit me in the face. I felt another stream and knew someone else was also urinating on me. I tried to cover my face, to close my mouth. I could taste their piss, they'd hit my open mouth before I knew what was coming. After they finished I must have passed out again.

Some time later I came too and slowly looked around. I was lying on my back, my skirt still bunched up around my waist. I felt a cooling wetness from the men's urine and the come inside me was leaking out of me.

I dragged myself to my car and somehow managed to drive home. After a long bath I tried to attend to the bruises, cuts and burns all over my body. I was covered with bruises all over. I had numerous cigarette burns on my breasts, my left eyes was black and my ribs and stomach ached.

I told my husband on the phone the next morning I was going to my mother's in Missouri and would be gone for about two weeks. When I returned the bruises were mostly healed and the burns were mostly scabbed over. I avoided being seen in the light around my husband and he never questioned me.

I still go to bars and flirt but I really watch how much I drink now and have had no problems in the last four months.

The End