It was a cool gray, November afternoon. I was walking down the quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria'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.

Gloria 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. Gloria 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 20 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.

Gloria 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. Gloria 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, and 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 19-year-old student at a nearby JC. I said goodbye to Pete and Chris, Gloria's kids, 16 and 14 respectively. They were going to their own party that night, so ours wouldn't disturb them. They were actually the reason for my friendship with Gloria; 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? Gloria 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 25 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 Gloria 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 Gloria on the phone. Something caught my attention and I froze, listening to the conversation......"36 years old, married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, 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 Gloria was silent. I was dumbfounded; she couldn't be talking about me??

About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there. She looked startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit Joan 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 adjoining 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, and 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, Gloria'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 Gloria 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 2nd 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. Gloria stood in front of the table facing everyone. "This is something I have been looking forward to for a while. Joan 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", Gloria 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. Gloria 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. Gloria 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 Gloria 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 down my throat 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, Gloria backed up close to the table, and 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 12th wedding anniversary. It was sold for $5.00. It was ripped off my neck, the chain breaking at the clasp, and ripping my neck. Gloria 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 Gloria 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. Gloria 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 fighting' chance of guessing right". Several people tried guessing, on the third guess Steve's wife Marie said 36D, and Gloria 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.

TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE CHAPTER I (PT 2)

When I awoke I was spread-eagled 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, Gloria 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 14 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 Gloria 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. Gloria noticed something and walked down to our end of the room. "Steve let me help you with that stuff, It's not fit for Joan 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 disappeared 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 Gloria noticed me again. And they were so kind, I wanted to preserve that desperately. 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. Every time 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 Gloria 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. Gloria 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 Gloria 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 Gloria's wrath. I was thinking back through my entire relationship with Gloria and Dave. I had never seen anything remotely comparing to their treatment of me tonight. I had felt that Gloria was occasionally unnecessarily snappish 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. About 3:30 Paula got up to leave and Gloria 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 Gloria, 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 Gloria 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 Gloria and Dave, and the others I knew I might see again? About 12 hours later The door opened and the bright light caused me to squint in pain. Gloria came down carrying some clothing which she dumped at my feet. "Get up!! Joan 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 activity. 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 11 guys at that party did to me. Ask Gloria for some snapshots." I complied. Gloria 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 Gloria the rights to do what she desired with them including publication. The total helplessness of the situation got to me. I broke into tears. "Joan if you don't sign this in about 3 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, "Joan 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 3 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 Gloria'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 Gloria 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................

TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE CHAPTER II (PT 1)

I had spent the rest of that weekend in a daze. Saturday afternoon when I got home, I immediately took off the clothes Gloria 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 all right. 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. 10 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, Gloria 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. Gloria 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. Gloria and Dave were there with Tom. Gloria 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 45 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 adamant. 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 36, 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 14 year old. She was a sophomore 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, Gloria's 16 year old and I felt that he was to wild for he. Scott my 12 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 11, 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 Gloria'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 Mona who had been Karen and Scott's 5th grade teacher. I heard voices in the living room and I saw Phil, Gloria's brother and a young women I didn't know. While Dave introduced me to Phil and his date (Denise) Mona 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. Gloria came out of the kitchen, welcomed us and asked if Mona or I could give her a hand in the kitchen for a moment. Mona grabbed my hand and almost dragged me into the kitchen. Once there she placed her hand over my mouth while Gloria picked up a cup of some bright red sauce and splashed it on my white blouse. Gloria spoke loudly, "I'm terribly sorry". She went on for a moment while Mona relaxed her grip but kept a hand on my arm and quietly said. "Cooperate with me Joan and today will be fairly easy for you." Before I could answer Mona 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 Gloria announced how clumsy she was. Mona offered to take me home to change clothes, while Gloria continued to act sympathetic and apologize. The show was clearly for Tom's benefit. I understood from the pressure of Mona's fingers that I was to accept her offer. I did.

She drove me the 2 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 Gloria to tell Tom what I had really done 2 weeks earlier I became a little scared (terrified) and went along with her. She pulled up into my driveway, I got out and began 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 as if 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 31 or 32 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 Gloria'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 Gloria 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 2 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. Gloria sat Tom down at one table and Mona 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 Mona 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 Gloria grabbed me and guided me into the kitchen. I could hear Tom talking to Phil and Mona 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 2 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 3 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 6 or 7 people sat on the couches ignoring me. "Joan 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.

I numbly reached for the door handle, I was going to just leave, nothing could be worse than staying. Gloria 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 Mona would have to show Tom what a "slut he had married." After she and Mona 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 Mona. He looked up at me. "How are you feeling?" "Better I lied". Gloria told Tom that she wanted to show me her new crafts room. He laughed and told me to have fun. Gloria 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?" Gloria asked sarcastically. Phil grabbed my arms while Gloria 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, Gloria asked Phil and Denise to leave the room."

"Joan, 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. Gloria 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 Gloria led me down stairs to the bathroom. I was directed to step on the scale. We started back into the attic but Gloria 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 Mona on the couch, Mona 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 Gloria 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 Gloria about Tom coming up but Gloria laughed and assured her that Mona 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. Gloria asked me to stay. "Tom you don't mind if Joan stays awhile do you?" He said it was up to me. They both looked at me, but before I could speak Gloria spoke up, "great, it's settled, Joan 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.

Gloria brought me into the living room. Mona 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, Gloria who had been watching silently suggested theat we were going about this all wrong. "Strip her!!" she commanded, Denise and Mona proceeded to undress me. They weren't rough, they weren't gentle, they were just cold and efficient. After I was undressed Dave lay 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.

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 Mona 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 Gloria 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 Gloria he was done. Mona 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. Gloria brought me to the kitchen, bent me over the sink and soaked the sweater with water. She brought me dripping into the living room. Mona had collected 3 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 Mona 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 Gloria'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 Gloria 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 Gloria took numerous shots. Finally they were done.

I was told to kneel in the corner for a while. Mona 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 Gloria and they both smiled. "Bring us some of them!" "When will you pick them up?" I replied that they should be ready on Monday. Gloria 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. Joan, it's Tom." He handed me the phone and I took it. "He sounded a little irritated. It's well passed 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 Gloria 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. Gloria told me to dress, as I had been dressed when I arrived. I did but Mona stopped me when I started to put the skirt on. Gloria 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." Gloria took me into the kitchen where we were joined by Mona. "Joan, 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. Mona 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 Gloria pointed at the back door. I walked out and found Mona 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. Joan, 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. "Joan 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............. Gloria, Mona, 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 Mona...........Not knowing what could come next, I crawled off to bed. I thought about the day, Tom's possible relationship with Mona, and Gloria's final orders. I drifted off to sleep.

The End