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Bank Robber's Wife
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A woman's husband, out of work and desperate for money, 
attempts to rob a bank. He is a miserable failure and 
is arrested on the spot. His helpless and distraught 
wife is soon victimized by her employers and others. 
(M+/F, nc, rp, inc, blkmail, wife, intr, gb)

***

Do you know how to tell if things are about to get a 
lot worse in your life? I do. It has been drummed into 
me over and over lately. It's simple. You reach the 
point in your life that you are sure is rock bottom. 
You are convinced that your life cannot get any worse. 
That's when you find out how much life enjoys kicking 
you when you are down.

We had been living from paycheck to paycheck and 
juggling the bills just to keep our heads above water 
when the small manufacturing plant where my husband 
worked went belly up. Thank you China, thank you Wal-
mart and all of those customers who shop there. Yeah, I 
know. You need to save a buck. Fuck the economy!"

Now we are living on my minimum wage paycheck and 
that's just barely putting food on the table. You try 
feeding a family of four on the take home pay from a 
minimum wage job. The rent and the utilities were being 
stubborn. I offered them the few dollars that I could 
spare until my husband found work again but they 
wouldn't settle for that. They weren't even polite 
about it either. If I didn't have money then I must be 
a dead beat. With them it was all or nothing.

We didn't have much but we pawned what little we had. 
It didn't help much. Our two kids, fifteen year old 
Laura and fourteen year old Phil were understanding. 
But still, it breaks your heart to take away the few 
things that they have. It wasn't like they had the toys 
and gadgets that most kids their age had. They didn't 
have cell phones or IPods. They didn't have video games 
and TVs in their rooms. The family had one nineteen 
inch color TV that was probably ten years old and a 
portable CD player that we had gotten at an after 
Christmas sale at the mall last year.

We pawned those and the small collection of CDs that 
the kids had. We even tried to sell our twenty year old 
Chevy but it was in such bad shape that not even a 
teenager would buy it.

I had been able to get some extra hours at my job and I 
was working two eight hour shifts a day as often as 
they would let me. That was usually two or three times 
a week. On the days that I only worked on shift I would 
come home and cry as I fixed some poor imitation of a 
meal to feed us.

I just knew that it couldn't get any worse than this. 
But sure enough, I was at work the next day and life 
bitch-slapped me again. The police came to my workplace 
and took me to the police station. I spent the next 
several hours convincing them that I had no idea that 
my husband was going to try to rob a bank.

The stupid son of a bitch had gone into a bank in the 
next town and stood in line. When he got up to the 
teller he handed her note demanding money and 
threatening to start shooting with the gun that he 
didn't have in his pocket if she raised an alarm or 
failed to give him enough money.

I know he was desperate but how dumb is that?!

As luck would have it the man behind my husband in the 
line was an off duty cop. My stupid husband woke up on 
the floor of the bank with a concussion and his hands 
cuffed behind his back.

Now, in addition to all of my other problems I had to 
deal with lawyers, judges, cops, and worst of all 
Social Services. Actually, although they were nasty 
people to deal with, once I had convinced the people at 
Social Services that I wasn't a bad person, just 
desperate and hanging on by a single fingernail they 
helped out a little. They gave me some food stamps and 
helped me sign up for assistance with my rent and 
utilities. 

I wasn't out of the woods but the trees weren't on fire 
anymore, at least not for the next few days.

Now I had to figure out how to tell the kids that their 
father was in jail and was most likely going to stay 
there for the foreseeable future.

Shakespeare could not have written a more tragic story 
than the one that I lived through from that moment on. 

My husband was denied bail. Any other man in the 
country would have been granted bail under similar 
circumstances. But not him. I guess it didn't matter. I 
had no money to put up for bail anyway. Unless his bail 
had been set at a toaster and a collection of old, 
chipped dinnerware he was staying where they put him.

I met his public defender at the arraignment and he was 
almost a caricature of a public defender drawn from 
every horror story that you had ever heard about them. 
He was not fresh out of law school. He was an older man 
in a frayed, frumpy suit who reeked of alcohol. 
Whenever he was asked a question about the law he 
always answered, "I'll have to check on that and get 
back to you." I just barely graduated from high school 
but I'm certain that I knew more about the law than he 
did. 

It didn't matter that he was so bad though. Because we 
never saw him again until the day of the trial and he 
only stayed long enough to explain to my husband the 
deal that the DA had just offered him. It wasn't much 
of a deal. My husband would agree to plead guilty and 
in exchange he would receive almost the maximum 
sentence. But then, it wasn't like they didn't have an 
open and shut case. They just wanted to speed things up 
a little bit.

That was it. He got eight years in a federal prison. 
When the sentence was announced I fainted. When I came 
to my senses again he was gone. I was carried out of 
the courtroom by two cops and deposited on a bench out 
in the hallway. I sat there for hours thinking that now 
I had truly reached rock bottom. 

I should have known that life was about to bitch-slap 
me again. That had become what my life was all about. 
But it wasn't just going to be one slap. It was going 
to be a long series of lefts and rights and I was going 
to be beaten down until my mind was numb and I was 
willing to do anything just to survive.

I would sink so low, I would do things, or simply 
permit things to be done that even I couldn't believe. 
I don't think much of myself now. I don't know what 
else I could have done. But I am having a problem 
living with what I have done. I can't face my kids. I 
can't stand to look at myself in the mirror. I can't 
see how this can end well.

From the time that Mike was arrested it was just one 
thing after another. It took me most of the evening to 
convince the police that I had no idea what a 
boneheaded stunt he was going to pull. 

I missed two days of work right off the bat and I had 
to convince my boss not to fire me.

I had to deal with the kids. This hit them just as hard 
as it did me. 

I convinced my slimy landlord to hold off on evicting 
me until I got the assistance that Social Services had 
promised. I got the utilities to hold off on shutting 
everything off. But those were only two of my problems.

Now there was no hope of Mike getting a job and helping 
me out with the expenses. I would have liked to have 
been able to move to a cheaper place but I couldn't 
come up with a deposit and first and last month's rent 
and to find a cheaper place my only option would be to 
move into a worse part of town. And we were almost at 
the bottom now. Moving to a cheaper place would mean 
moving into gang territory. We were on the borderline 
now. They were starting to expand into this area and it 
was scary as hell. Summer vacation had started and I 
didn't dare let the kids go outside alone. They were 
trapped in the house with no television and no radio. 
Their father probably had a better life in prison!

The old car that we had was impounded at the scene of 
the robbery attempt. I could have gotten it back after 
the cops were finished tearing it up but it would have 
cost more to pay the impound fees than the car cost. So 
I let the insurance expire since I couldn't afford to 
pay it anyway. That left only two ways of getting 
around. I could walk or take the bus.

Mike was having a hard time of it in jail. He was 
getting beat up a lot and he said the guards were 
ignoring it. He said that there were a lot of black 
gangs where he was and they were always beating guys 
half to death or even killing them. And if that wasn't 
bad enough they were also raping them and turning them 
into male prostitutes and selling them to other 
prisoners and even some of the guards. Mike was 
terrified and kept telling me that I needed to bring 
him cartons of cigarettes to give them to pay them off.

First of all, have you seen what a carton of cigarettes 
costs these days?! I am just barely feeding my children 
now! I can't afford to buy him cigarettes. But even if 
I could, I have to take a day off of work to go see 
him. I don't get paid days off and my job is hanging by 
a thread now. Between missing work to deal with what he 
did and just having to make my boss understand that 
being married to a bank robber doesn't make me a 
criminal I was terrified that I was about to lose my 
job. 

I had been looking for another job. Any kind of job. 
But it seems that my only other option was becoming a 
stripper and I sure as hell couldn't do that! I suppose 
that I still have the body for it, especially now that 
I have lost ten pounds dealing with everything since 
Mike lost his job. I hadn't been overweight to start 
with. At thirty-two I suppose I was a little old to be 
a stripper. But I bet I could get the job. I'm 5'2" and 
weigh a hundred and two pounds now. I have long blonde 
hair which I wear up in a bun when I leave the house 
and my boobs are supported in a C cup bra which they do 
not really need. They stick straight out from chest 
without the first sign of a droop. There is no way to 
look at my body and know that I have given birth to two 
children either. My skin is soft and toned with no 
stretch marks and my breasts don't look any different 
than they did when I was eighteen.

But it didn't matter how good my body was. The only men 
that had ever seen me naked were my husband and my 
doctors. That was the way it was going to stay.

Or at least that was what I thought until I went to 
work on Friday. I clocked in and went to work. I had 
been working a split shift that day. I worked the day 
shift and four hours on the evening shift. When my 
twelve hour shift was over I went to clock out. My 
timecard was gone. In its place was a note telling me 
to see the supervisor.

I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach before 
I even read the note. Any time that your timecard 
wasn't in the slot at the end of the day, that was a 
bad sign.

The few other people around me who had also been 
working a twelve hour shift that night saw the note and 
I saw the looks on their faces. It made things so much 
worse that what I saw wasn't sympathy or well wishes. 
Their expressions said, "Thank god! It isn't me!" or, 
"Serves the bitch right. Her husband's a bank robber." 
It wasn't very reassuring.

I fought back the tears and walked slowly down the 
long, dark hallway to the supervisor's office. I 
knocked quietly and he called out, "Who?"

I cleared my throat and answered, "It's me sir, Haley 
Roberts."

There was an uncomfortably long pause and then he said, 
"Come in and shut the door."

I opened the door and thought, "Oh god! It's worse than 
I thought!" 

Besides the evening shift supervisor the plant manager 
was there. The people in management treated us all like 
dirt. But I had never been in a room with the plant 
manager before. I had never heard of him being here at 
the plant this late in the day or sitting in when a 
supervisor called an employee in. Not even when someone 
was getting fired. So I knew that I was in big trouble.

I stood just inside the door with my knees shaking and 
a feeling of terror in the pit of my stomach that was 
all but out of control. The only possible explanation 
for this was that I was about to lose my job. If that 
happened I lost my kids, my apartment, I lost 
everything. There was no one and nothing to fall back 
on. No family, no friends, no savings, only 
homelessness and Social Services taking the kids. I 
didn't even have a car that I could live in any longer.

What made it even worse in my mind was the idea that I 
hadn't done anything wrong. I had broken no laws. I had 
worked my ass off and gone out of my way to do more 
than my job, especially lately when they were really 
down on me and watching me so closely. I knew that they 
just wanted an excuse to get rid of me and it was so 
unfair. I worked so damned hard.

My supervisor, Mr. Rossi, gave me an annoyed look as if 
I was a constant pain in the ass. He pointed to a spot 
in front of his desk and then picked up a paper and 
read it. I recognized it. It was the paper that I had 
turned in explaining that I was requesting to be 
allowed one Saturday off a month to visit my husband 
and asking, or actually more like begging to be allowed 
to work extra hours or an extra shift to make up for 
it.

I needed the time off but I couldn't afford to miss 
work and make even less money than I was now.

I moved over in front of the desk and as I stood there 
silently waiting for him to speak I could see Mr. Rove, 
the plant manager staring at me from his chair a few 
feet to my side. I might have been wrong but I would 
swear that it looked like he was enjoying this.

They made me wait a long time before Mr. Rossi dropped 
my note on his desk and finally looked up at me. He 
leaned back in his chair and said, "You have really 
been a big disappointment to us Roberts. We took a 
chance hiring you. You swore that you would be a good 
worker. Out of the kindness of our hearts, even though 
we didn't think that you were the right person for the 
job, we gave you a shot. I'm really disappointed in 
you. You have turned into a first class slacker. It 
seems like all you can think about is time off. And as 
if that isn't bad enough, now you want me to rearrange 
everyone's schedule to satisfy you."

He shook his head in disgust and said, "Pretty damned 
arrogant if you ask me!"

I shook my head and said, "Oh no! Please, I can 
explain!"

He yelled, "I didn't say you could talk! I'm talking! 
Don't you dare interrupt me!"

I put my head down and tears of despair were running 
down my cheeks.

He yelled again, "Look at me Roberts! Don't stand there 
and ignore me! I can't believe I never realized how 
arrogant you are before. Are you too good to look at me 
now?"

I looked up but my eyes were full of tears and I only 
saw a blur. I whispered, "No sir, I'm sorry sir."

He was quiet for a few minutes and finally he said, "I 
would have thought that someone in your position would 
have tried harder. I guess that I'm going to have to 
let you go. I can't have…"

He stopped speaking when my legs collapsed and I fell 
to my knees. I covered my face and cried, too afraid 
even to beg.

He watched me for a couple of minutes and impatiently 
exclaimed, "Get up god damn it! This isn't high school 
and I'm not your drama coach. Your life may have turned 
into a damned soap opera but I don't have time for that 
crap."

I struggled to my feet and finally I had no choice. As 
scared as I was I had to beg. I wiped the tears from my 
eyes and pleaded, "Please Mr. Rossi, tear up the note. 
I don't need to visit my husband. I'm sorry. I guess I 
just wasn't thinking. There have been so many problems 
lately that I just get confused. Please sir. I have to 
have this job. Please don't fire me. I'll do anything 
to keep my job."

It wasn't until much later that I came to realize that 
those were the words that he was waiting to hear. My 
eyes had filled up with tears again and I couldn't see 
his face. My definition of "anything" and his were 
totally different. I was about to learn that the hard 
way.

I had stopped my pleading. There wasn't anything more 
that I could say. I didn't have much hope that he would 
take pity on me and give me another chance. I was just 
waiting for him to say that I was fired and tell me to 
get out of his office.

But the words didn't come. I don't know if time was 
passing in slow motion or if he was just taking a long 
time to think it over. I wiped the tears from my eyes 
and I saw him turn to Mr. Rove and smile.

I had begun to hope when he didn't immediately send me 
away. And at first, when he started talking again I 
didn't realize what he was leading up to. I just heard 
a carrot being dangled in front of me and I wanted 
desperately to grab it.

He said, "I'm not sure I believe that. Are you sure 
about that Roberts? If you meant that, I might be able 
to see my way clear to giving you another chance."

My heart leapt into my throat and I nodded my head 
violently. I cried out, "Yes sir! I promise! I need 
this job so desperately."

Any other dumb broad in the world would probably have 
seen where this was going. But not me! I had guys make 
passes at me all the time and I just ignored them. But 
I had never been placed in a position that even 
slightly resembled the position I was in now. I had 
never had someone that I work for say the things that 
Mr. Rossi was about to say. I almost fell to the floor 
again when he said, "I think that before we continue 
this discussion you should get undressed Roberts. I 
might be able to let you stay on. But you are going to 
have to audition for the job."

My jaw dropped open and I stared at Mr. Rossi in total 
disbelief. I turned and looked at Mr. Rove. They both 
had the same smug, arrogant expressions on their faces. 
They didn't care about me at all. All they cared about 
was that I was in an impossible situation and they saw 
it as an opportunity to use me for their amusement.

I turned back to Mr. Rossi and started to beg again. 
"Oh please Mr. Rossi! I'm not like that! I couldn't. 
I'm a married woman. I have kids. I have only been with 
my husband. Oh god. Mr. Rossi I'm a good girl."

He let me plead for a minute but I saw in his cold, 
cruel eyes that he was only allowing me continue 
because I was amusing him.

He finally said, "I don't mind your pleading, Roberts. 
In fact, it's giving me a hard on. But I want to see 
some skin. Either start taking off your clothes or get 
the hell out. I'll have the disbursing clerk mail you 
your last check. Of course that will probably take a 
month to process. But that's not my problem. So go 
ahead and beg if you want. But start getting undressed 
while you do it or get out of my office and don't come 
back. And I don't recommend that you use me for a 
reference when you start looking for a new job. You 
know how unhappy I am with your job performance."

I stared in disbelief at Mr. Rossi for a long time and 
finally he just said, "Get out."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't possibly do what 
he demanded of me. I had never undressed in front of 
any man but Mike. Even if I wanted to I didn't think I 
could make myself do it.

I looked down at the floor and turned towards the door. 
It was only six feet away but it seemed like a mile. I 
put my hand on the door knob and turned it. 

Before I opened the door Mr. Rossi said, "Once you step 
through that door the deal is off the table. I'm all 
you've got Roberts. You may hate this. But think about 
the alternative. Do you really want to be homeless and 
have the state take your kids away?"

I didn't turn around. I just whispered, "No sir."

I paused and then I said, "I just can't sir. I know 
that I couldn't do what you want. Even if I wanted to I 
couldn't."

There was a pause and he asked, "Would it be easier for 
you if I undressed you?"

I shuddered in revulsion at the very idea. But I hadn't 
left. I was still standing in his office. It isn't like 
I was hoping for a reprieve. I knew that wasn't going 
to happen. Did that mean that I was actually 
considering his offer?!

I might be slow but I wasn't stupid. I understood that 
the point of their demand was not that they wanted me 
to be undressed. Once I unbuttoned the first button on 
my top I knew that it would be taken as consenting to 
sex.

And there were two of them! It would have been 
impossible with just Mr. Rossi. But with Mr. Rove too! 

My mind was spinning out of control. I couldn't do what 
they demanded of me. Yet if I walked through that door 
now I would lose what little I had left in my life. And 
I would lose my kids. My children meant everything to 
me. But could I do what I would have to do to keep 
them?

I turned back to Mr. Rossi and started to speak. 
Nothing came out and I cleared my throat and tried 
again. In a very shaky voice I asked, "Just this once? 
If I do this it will be just this once, right?"

Mr. Rossi smiled and said, "What did I tell you 
Roberts? I said that you were auditioning for a job. 
This new job is going to require a different set of 
skills but we are willing to give you some time for on-
the-job training. You will still have to do your other 
job of course. But there will be some additional 
duties."

I took my hand away from the door knob and leaned my 
forehead against the door. I was crying quietly and I 
sobbed, "I have to think. I can't think."

Mr. Rossi said, "That's okay Roberts. I understand that 
this is hard for you. But I don't see where you have a 
choice. You aren't the smartest bitch I've got working 
for me but you manage to dress yourself and find your 
way home every night. You should be able to work this 
out without too much trouble. Now make up your fucking 
mind god damn it!"

I stepped away from the door but I didn't turn back 
around. With tears running down my cheeks I reached for 
the top button on my blouse and with shaking fingers I 
began to fumble with it. He was right. I didn't have a 
choice. I just had to keep telling myself that I was 
doing this for my kids.

I got the first button out of the button hole and 
started struggling with the second. I jumped when Mr. 
Rossi exploded at me, "Turn around stupid! What the 
hell do you think is the point of having you undress in 
front of us? We want to watch for Christ's sake! And 
get back over here in front of my desk where I told you 
to stand. I can see where it is going to take a lot of 
effort to train your dumb ass."

I turned around. But I kept my eyes on the floor. I 
couldn't stand to see their faces. It had been almost 
impossible to unbutton my top when I was standing with 
my back to them. It was so much worse now. I could feel 
them staring at me and I might be nearly as dumb as 
they said I was but I knew how much they were enjoying 
my discomfort.

It took me a long time to unbutton the first three 
buttons but my mind kind of went blank by the time I 
reached the lower buttons. My hands were still shaking 
but my fingers were working on automatic by the time I 
pulled my blouse out of my slacks and unfastened the 
last two buttons.

I hesitated again. I was wearing a modest, even 
somewhat matronly bra. It covered more than my bathing 
suit top did. But still, the idea that I was undressing 
in front of these two men was impossible to deal with. 
My brain was screaming at me, demanding that I stop 
what I was doing and run as fast as I could. I wanted 
to. I wanted that more than anything in the world. But 
I stood there, shaking like a leaf and telling myself 
over and over, "I'm doing this for my children."

I knew that I was delaying the inevitable. I kept 
expecting Mr. Rossi to yell at me. But I saw the look 
on his face and I realized that he was enjoying my 
inner turmoil nearly as much as he was going to enjoy 
my nudity, and the sexual abuse that would surely 
follow my becoming nude.

How could I possibly have sex with these two horrible 
men? How could I look Mike in the eye if I let this 
happen? But my blouse was unbuttoned now because I had 
been unable to find an alternative. My mind was darting 
around helplessly, desperate for some way out of this. 
The realization that there was no other choice, or 
rather there was no choice at all.

I was so scared that I was afraid I was going to be 
sick. But the fact that I had already unbuttoned my 
blouse was proof enough that I had already given in to 
their blackmail. I felt the air on my upper body as I 
lowered my blouse and let it slide off of my arms. I 
had never felt so vulnerable in my life. And it had 
just begun. I held my blouse in my hand for a moment. I 
didn't know where to put it. The only piece of 
furniture near me was Mr. Rossi's desk. 

I tentatively reached out to place my blouse on his 
desk. I saw the look on his face and knew that would be 
a mistake. Finally I dropped it on the dirty floor 
beside me.

I could more easily ignore Mr. Rove. He was just a dark 
presence off to the side, nearly out of my field of 
view. But Mr. Rossi was right in front of me and I 
couldn't help but see how much he was enjoying my 
anguish. 

I could feel Mr. Rossi's eyes on me just as surely as 
if he were reaching out with his sweaty hands and 
touching me. But it was about to get worse. It was bad 
enough, baring my full coverage, sensible, conservative 
bra which was only embarrassing because it was 
underwear. Now I was going to have to remove my pants. 
My panties were much more revealing. I was wearing a 
pair of plain, nylon briefs. I had a couple of sexy 
panties that I wore for Mike on special occasions. 
Except for those, all of my panties were plain, unsexy, 
nylon briefs. But even so, they were much more 
revealing than anything I had ever worn in front of 
anyone but my husband. 

I was terrified as my shaking fingers moved to my waist 
and struggled with the button there. It popped free 
much too easily. I slowly eased my zipper down and my 
loose pants fell open. I slipped my tennis shoes off 
and slid my pants down my legs. As I did I had the 
fleeting feeling of relief that I had recently removed 
the hair from them. But as soon as that thought darted 
through my mind I hated myself for it. Why the hell 
should I care if they didn't like my legs!

The blood was rushing through my brain and I could hear 
my heart beating. I pushed my pants down to my ankles. 
I stood up and pulled my feet free and pushed them over 
near my blouse with my foot. 

I was struck by the silence in the room. I could hear 
the faint hum of machinery coming from the work floor. 
I knew that there were people out there working hard, 
going about their normal lives. 

But in here, in this dark little office there were only 
these two horrible men and me. And I was totally 
helpless. I thought about what I was going to have to 
do next, bare my breasts to these animals. But I also 
thought about my kids and I knew that they would be 
worried about me when I was late getting home. I 
realized that I was going to have to get this over with 
as quickly as possible. 

I reached behind my back and struggled with the clasp 
to my bra. I took a deep breath and released the 
straps. I stared at the wall over Mr. Rossi's head and 
let the straps slide off of my shoulder and the cups 
come away from my breasts.

I heard his sharp intake of breath when he saw them. He 
said to Mr. Rove, "I'll be damned! Not bad! I knew she 
was hot but I figured a broad her age with two kids 
would look more like my wife. This bitch looks like a 
fucking teenager! This is some first class cunt we have 
here!"

I cringed in horror at his crude comments. Mr. Rove 
didn't respond. He had yet to say a word. But I felt 
his eyes as he stared at my body and I could feel the 
lust that these men were exuding. I was theirs. I had 
surrendered to them to use as they wished and the power 
that they had over me now was just about absolute. That 
absolute power was like an aphrodisiac to them, as if 
they needed one.

I dropped my bra on the floor. Even though I had become 
concerned with the time and wanted to get this over 
with I had a very hard time bringing myself to remove 
my last article of clothing. 

I told myself over and over, "Get this over with!" But 
that didn't make it any easier.

At last I eased my panty down over my hips and pushed 
it down to my knees. It fell to the floor and I kicked 
it over to the small pile of clothing I had built 
nearby. I left my ankle socks on and they didn't say 
anything about them.

I stood before them naked now. My hands were crossed in 
front of my sex and I wanted to yell at them now that I 
was naked to hurry up and get it over with so that I 
could go home and cry my eyes out and wallow in self 
pity. I thought I had every right to that one luxury.

Mr. Rove spoke for the first time since I entered the 
office. In a low but commanding voice he said, "Put 
your hands down and come over here. I want to look at 
you."

I let my arms fall to my sides and I turned to face 
him. He was totally in control here and it showed in 
his face. I shuffled across the space that separated 
us. It wasn't that far. I stopped when I was almost 
touching his knees.

He stared at my naked body for a long moment and then 
he reached out and cupped my left breast. I almost 
pulled away, but I caught myself in time. 

I reminded myself that I just needed to get this over 
with. I had already given myself to these dirty old 
men. I knew it. They knew it. It was all over but the 
rape.

Mr. Rove's hand released my breast and as his other 
hand reached around and cupped the cheek of my ass he 
slid his hand down my stomach to my pussy. He moved his 
finger over my slit and said, "Spread your legs cunt. I 
want to check out this sweet little pussy and see if 
it's as tight as it looks."

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me but I eased my 
legs apart. He tried to work his finger into my opening 
but I was so dry that he was having trouble. He pulled 
his finger away and forced it into my mouth. He said, 
"You're dry as a bone bitch. We're going to have to 
prime the pump a little before I can fuck you. I don't 
want to scrape the skin off of my dick when I shove it 
in there."

I gagged as his finger entered my mouth. His finger 
wasn't all that clean but I think it was mostly nerves 
that made me gag. 

He smiled and said, "You're going to have a hard time 
sucking our cocks if you can't suck my finger any 
better than that."

I was no longer crying quietly. I was sobbing openly 
and the tears were running down my face and raining 
down on my exposed tits. What made this so much harder 
was that I knew they were getting a kick out of that. 
My damsel in distress act was only empowering them all 
the more. When I thought about it later I realized that 
if I had been stronger, if I had just let them do what 
they wanted to do as if it were just another chore that 
I had to perform, they would have enjoyed it far less. 
If I had removed my clothing quietly and calmly and let 
them have their way they would not have had anywhere 
near as much fun as they were having now.

Mr. Rove pulled his finger out of my mouth and once 
more worked it into my dry pussy. He was more 
successful this time but as he worked his finger around 
and teased my clit with this thumb he must have been 
disappointed. I was not aroused in the least. I felt 
only humiliation and terror. At no time did my pussy 
begin to lubricate. 

After a couple of long minutes of suffering his crude 
touch he said, "I guess you just aren't going to get 
into this are you bitch? That's too bad. I guess you'll 
have to get my cock nice and wet. We wouldn't want to 
damage that tight little cunt."

He stood up and opened his pants and started pushing 
them down. I had stepped back to give him room. When I 
did I noticed Mr. Rossi off to my side taking pictures 
with a small digital camera. 

I screamed and covered myself with my arms. I cried 
out, "Stop that! You can't do that! Please Mr. Rossi, 
stop taking my picture!"

But he didn't stop. Instead, Mr. Rove reached out and 
slapped my face. In a firm voice he said, "You are just 
a cunt, Roberts. You don't say no, you don't give 
orders. You do what you are told. Now put your fucking 
arms down before I hurt you."

I slowly lowered my arms and he began taking pictures 
again. I think it was at that moment that I realized 
that I was broken. After that I did everything that I 
was told. Everything that happened from that moment on 
was a foregone conclusion anyway. In a very short time 
I had allowed them to beat me down and demoralize me. 
But the groundwork had been laid by the things that had 
already happened to me. I was already dangling at the 
end of my rope when they called me into the office this 
evening. They must have known before I came in that I 
was going to submit to them.

Mr. Rove pushed his pants down to his calves and sat 
back down. He forced me to my knees and said, "Okay 
bitch. Time for a little foreplay. Let's see if you are 
any good with that mouth of yours. Come on bitch. Show 
me how much you like my cock."

I leaned over and took his already hard cock into my 
mouth. As I started sucking it I saw Mr. Rossi coming 
closer to get some close-ups of me sucking his partner 
in crime's cock. 

I didn't mind sucking cock. I actually thought it was a 
pretty sexy thing to do and I did it often for my 
husband. But I had only done it for my husband and only 
out of love. This was all about degrading me, using me. 

I started out slowly but then I remembered that I had 
to get this over with. My kids would be worried and 
probably holding supper for me. Walking from the bus 
stop to my apartment was always a dangerous thing to 
do, but even more so after dark.

I started to work at it. I took most of his cock into 
my mouth and sucked it as enthusiastically as I could. 

While I was doing that, Mr. Rossi moved around behind 
me and started distracting me with instructions. He 
ordered me to spread my legs farther apart. The digital 
camera was silent. There was sound of a shutter 
clicking. But I knew that he was taking my picture from 
behind. He ordered me to reach down and play with my 
pussy and then to spread it open. 

There was a short pause while he took more pictures and 
then he ordered me to reach back with both hands and 
spread my ass open for him. 

I had been supporting my weight by resting my arms on 
Mr. Rove's thigh while I sucked his cock. When I 
reached back I lost my balance and his cock slipped 
into the back of my throat and I started gagging. I 
tried to obey Mr. Rossi and still defend myself from 
the cock in my mouth. Mr. Rove, however, liked the 
feeling of having most of his cock in my mouth and his 
hands reached out and grasped the sides of my head 
while Mr. Rossi photographed me in these humiliating 
poses. 

I stayed like that as long as I could but finally I 
brought my arms back around and rested them on Mr. 
Rove's thighs again. I gasped for breath and I tried to 
pull my head back up. Before I could he groaned in 
pleasure and pulled my face down over his cock 
violently. 

I think that the three of us were equally surprised 
when his cock slid down into my throat. Mr. Rossi got a 
few pictures but I started struggling to free myself. 

I finally pulled back and gasped for air but as soon as 
I had recovered slightly he pulled me down again. He 
repeated the process several more times and then he 
slapped my face again. 

I stopped struggling and he said, "I want you to do 
that from now on. It's all part of being a good 
cocksucker. You want to be a good cocksucker don't you 
bitch? I'm going to turn your head loose now and I want 
you to show me that you can do it on your own. Once 
you've proved it to me we can go ahead and fuck. I'm 
not going to feed you my cum this time. Maybe later. 
But I want to see that you are learning. Remember, this 
is your audition. You have to try really hard to get 
this job."

He took his hands away and I took a deep breath and 
steeled myself for what I knew that I had to do. I 
forced my lips down his shaft and I think I surprised 
myself more than I surprised them when his cock slipped 
into my throat again. I repeated it several times but 
as I degraded myself this way my brain was focusing on 
what he had said. There was going to be a next time. It 
wouldn't be over after he had fucked me. 

I had realized it of course. I knew that I was not just 
going to get fucked one time and then it would be over. 
And they had already said that it was not going to be 
just one time. But hearing it, knowing it, how could I 
deal with this? These men could now rape me anytime 
that they wanted to. And I didn't doubt that they would 
want to rape me often. 

Mr. Rove was satisfied that I could take his cock into 
my throat on my own and he pushed my head away. He 
ordered me to my feet and he stood up. He slipped his 
shoes off and pulled his legs free of his pants and 
then he grabbed my nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger and pulled me over to Mr. Rossi's desk. He 
turned me around and sat me up on the desk and ordered 
me to cup my breasts and offer them to him. 

I obeyed and Mr. Rossi got a few more humiliating 
pictures. I was ordered to lie back then and place my 
heels on the edge of the desk and spread my legs as 
wide as I could. More pictures were taken and then I 
was ordered to hold my pussy open and smile for the 
camera.

I spread my pussy for the camera but I was crying 
loudly now and a smile was out of the question. I 
suspect that he was being sarcastic anyway.

I was still holding myself open when Mr. Rove stepped 
between my legs and I felt the head of his cock being 
pushed between my fingers and into my pussy. This was 
the last straw. A man who was not my husband, a rapist, 
was about to enter my most private place with his cock. 
He was going to rape me. He was going to shoot his cum 
inside of my body. And Mr. Rossi was continuing to 
memorialize the event with his digital camera.

I felt like something inside me died when his cock 
entered me. It had been building up to this moment 
since I entered the office this evening. I knew that 
this horrible thing was coming almost from the very 
beginning. That didn't make it any less traumatic when 
it actually happened. 

I took my hand away from my pussy and covered my face. 
I moaned in utter revulsion as his dick, wet still with 
my saliva, entered me. Saliva is not a very good 
lubricant and it was painful as he forced his cock into 
me. But the physical pain couldn't compare to the 
mental anguish I felt.

I lay on my back on the desk. Mr. Rossi was still 
taking pictures as his boss fucked me violently. I 
stared at the ceiling and prayed that it wouldn't last 
much longer. My traitorous pussy had begun to lubricate 
and the physical pain started to wane. But the mental 
pain just kept building.

Several times Mr. Rossi put that fucking camera right 
in my face and captured my anguish. They were both 
turned on by how much I hated this.

Mr. Rove finally reached out and grabbed one of my tits 
in each hand. He squeezed them until I cried out in 
pain and then he froze over me and I knew that he was 
cumming inside of me.

I had been expecting it but having it happen, having to 
live through it; it was almost more than my mind could 
accept. I whispered, "Oh god no. Please let me wake up 
from this nightmare."

Mr. Rove laughed and said, "This isn't a nightmare 
Roberts. This is a fucking wet dream."

He finally pulled his soft, slimy cock out of me and I 
looked down to see Mr. Rossi hand him the camera. When 
his hands were free he stepped forward and shoved his 
already exposed, already hard cock into me as soon as 
Mr. Rove was out of the way.

I grunted in renewed pain as he attacked me with his 
cock. I don't know why they felt the need to be so 
violent. I had already surrendered to them. Were they 
punishing me for something? Were they trying to make it 
clear to me that they owned me now? Or did they just 
enjoy hurting me?

Mr. Rove circled around us getting more of those 
humiliating pictures for several minutes. Then he put 
the camera down and approached the other side of the 
desk. He turned my face and twisted my neck and when I 
cried out he stuffed his slimy cock back into my mouth.

My mind finally couldn't take anymore. I remember 
everything that happened after that. But while it was 
happening it was like it was happening to someone else. 
The pain disappeared and the anguish receded and it was 
almost like I was standing in the corner watching these 
two men rape me.

It seemed to last a long time but it probably was only 
a few more minutes before Mr. Rossi desecrated my body 
with his slimy spend and came to a stop.

We, all three of us, stayed like that for a couple of 
minutes. No one spoke or moved. Then Mr. Rossi pulled 
his cock out of me and Mr. Rove picked the camera up 
and took more pictures as I was forced to clean another 
slimy cock with my mouth.

They made a few nasty comments about me and Mr. Rossi 
started getting dressed. I just remained in place, 
waiting for the next order.

Mr. Rossi left the office and was gone for fifteen or 
twenty minutes. I guess he was checking on the workroom 
floor, putting in an appearance.

While he was gone, Mr. Rove returned to his seat on the 
side of the room. He ordered me to get up and stand in 
front of him. I obeyed, struggling to sit up and ignore 
the pain in my abused body.

When I was standing where he wanted me he slapped my 
thigh and I spread my legs open for him. He stared at 
my freshly fucked pussy and said, "You have a lovely 
cunt Roberts. I am really going to enjoy our new 
working relationship. Now, get down there and let's see 
how long it takes you to get me hard and suck some more 
cum out of my old balls. It's been a long time since I 
came twice in one night. But I'm pretty sure a sexy 
little thing like you can make it happen."

I took is cock back in my mouth and sucked him had hard 
as I could. I thought that he was never going to get 
hard. Mr. Rossi came back in the room and sat as his 
desk and watched. I was sure that the younger and more 
fit Mr. Rossi would want another turn too. I didn't 
know how I could manage it. I had already been 
exhausted after another long day at work. Now I was 
being pushed far beyond exhaustion. My throat was 
killing me and my body was sore from this unnatural 
position I was forced to assume. I just wanted to go 
home to my kids.

Mr. Rove finally achieved erection and I started taking 
the last couple inches of his cock into my throat 
again. I teased his wrinkled balls with my finger tips. 
I tried everything that I could think of to get him to 
cum. 

Finally I think he came. To be honest I wasn't sure. 
His body shuddered and there was just a hint of a 
bitter fluid on my tongue and then he stopped me and 
ordered me to hold his cock in my mouth until he was 
soft.

He left me like that for a good then minutes before he 
pushed me away. He stood up and pulled his clothes back 
on. Then the whistle blew and I was startled to realize 
that it was midnight.

Mr. Rossi went out to watch everyone punch out and then 
check the workroom floor. While he was gone, Mr. Rove 
forced me to pose for more degrading pictures. They 
were really juvenile and humiliating and I realized 
that it was done to degrade me and humiliate me, not 
because they really wanted pictures of me. Still, I 
couldn't help wondering what would be done with the 
pictures.

Mr. Rossi came back in and it was now almost twelve-
thirty in the morning. The last bus ran at one. I was 
getting nervous.

Mr. Rossi finally ordered me to get dressed. I moved 
over to the pile of clothes beside his desk and I 
reached down for my underwear. He said, "Don't bother 
with those. In fact, don't wear them anymore. They just 
get in the way."

I tossed my bra and panty on his desk and pulled my 
pants up over my oozing pussy and fastened them. As I 
began to put my top on Mr. Rove said, "I don't guess we 
have to explain your position around here now do we?"

I started to respond but he didn't give me a chance. He 
continued, "From now on you come in and do your job 
just like always. Except from now on you have another 
job. Any time Mr. Rossi, Mr. Gant or I give you an 
order you obey without question. If we order you to 
come to our office and suck our cocks or fuck us or any 
other fucking swinging dick you jump. We own your ass 
now and we intend to use it. Are we going to have a 
problem with you?"

I quietly responded, "No sir."

I continued dressing and then I remembered the note 
that got me into this mess. Without much hope I asked, 
"What about my husband sir? I can only visit him on 
Saturdays."

The men looked at each other and after Mr. Rove nodded 
Mr. Rossi said, "You can go see him every other 
Saturday. But your pay will be docked for every hour 
you miss."

What the hell, it was just another bitch-slap as life 
pounded me into the ground.

I glanced at the time when I was dressed and exclaimed, 
"Oh no!"

They looked at me questioningly and I whispered, "I'm 
going to miss the last bus."

Mr. Rossi said, "I thought you had a junker car you 
were driving." 

I said, "It's gone. It was impounded."

He laughed and said, "Your loser husband sure did fuck 
you over bitch. Where do you live?"

I told him and he shook his head and said, "That would 
be a bitch of a walk. A pretty white girl walking 
through that part of town probably wouldn't make it at 
this time in the morning."

He chuckled and said, "I'll give you a ride. But it is 
going to cost you."

I whispered, "Thank you sir."

He ordered me to wait out by his car and I went outside 
and stood there self consciously for a few minutes 
until he came out. I was uncomfortable. I could feel 
the crotch of my pants getting soaked as their cum 
oozed out of me. I felt so nasty. I was also nervous 
about how he expected me to pay for my ride home.

He finally came out and let me in the car. He lifted 
the center console and ordered me to take my blouse off 
again. I obeyed quickly, anxious to get home and have 
this night over with.

When my top was off he started his car and pushed the 
seat back a little farther. Then he opened his pants 
and pulled his soft cock out and ordered me to suck him 
off on the way home.

I wasn't too worried about being seen. The streets were 
deserted at this time in the morning. But it was still 
a humiliating thing to do. I tried lying on the seat 
and sucking him off that way but he said, "No bitch. 
Get up on your knees on the seat."

I obeyed and once I was in position his hand clamped 
down on my tit and I started sucking him. I hated it 
just as much as I had a little while ago in the office 
but I wanted to get this done so I could go to my 
apartment and collapse in my bed and cry my heart out 
in peace.

Unfortunately it took him a long time to get hard again 
and he was not anywhere near cumming when he pulled up 
in front of my apartment. I thought that if he insisted 
that we finish we could do it right there in his front 
seat. He had a different idea.

He shut the car off and grabbed my top. He said, "I 
guess you are going to have to finish inside bitch. Get 
out."

The blood drained out of my head, and not because I was 
about to have to walk to my apartment topless. My two 
kids would be worried about me coming home several 
hours late and they were almost certain to come out to 
see if I was alright when I went in, if they weren't 
waiting in the living room.

I got out of the car and quietly begged Mr. Rossi not 
to do this. I tried to explain that my kids might see 
me and he said, "Maybe they'll learn something. I just 
really don't give a shit Roberts. You've already 
screwed up by arguing with me. It wasn't fifteen 
minutes ago you were told that you would be required to 
obey without question. Fifteen fucking minutes and you 
have forgotten already. Or are you just flat 
disobeying?"

I was crying again and I exclaimed, "No sir! I wouldn't 
disobey. But my kids! They can't see me like this!"

He smiled and said, "Maybe that would be the 
appropriate punishment for you. Now shut the fuck up 
bitch."

He grabbed my arm and asked, "Which apartment?"

I told him and he pulled me up the stairs and down the 
narrow hallway to my apartment. I unlocked the door and 
he turned the knob and pushed it wide open. 

Just as I feared my two teenagers were sitting on the 
couch waiting for me to come home. Mr. Rossi pulled me 
into the tiny living room and shut the door behind me. 

I saw the look of shock on my children's faces and I 
tried to cover my chest. I heard Mr. Rossi say, "Uh-uh. 
Put your arms down bitch."

I groaned in horror as he pulled me into the small 
living room. I started to order the kids to their rooms 
but Mr. Rossi snapped at me, "Shut up bitch. You'll 
have something to do with your mouth in a minute."

My daughter was staring in shock and she suddenly came 
to her senses and shook her brother's shoulder and 
said, "Come on Phil. We need to go to bed."

Phil suddenly realized that he was staring at my 
exposed breasts and he turned bright red and started to 
get up.

Mr. Rossi said, "You kids stay right where you are. 
Your mother had a long, hard day at work but she has 
one more job to do before her day is done. Then she can 
explain everything."

Laura looked terrified but she ignored him and 
continued to try to get Phil up. Mr. Rossi got 
irritated and snapped, "I guess your whole damn family 
has a hard time doing what they are told." Then he 
yelled, "I said sit down god damn it!"

Phil hadn't moved. Laura looked at me and I nodded. She 
sat back down beside her brother and I saw that she was 
crying. But there was nothing that I could do until Mr. 
Rossi left. But then, what could I do after he left? 
How could I take away the memory of what they were 
about to see?

There were only two pieces of furniture in the room. 
Mr. Rossi stood in front of the chair. My kids were on 
the couch, close enough that I could reach out and 
touch them.

He ordered me to take my pants off. I stared at the 
wall over his head and opened my pants while my kids 
watched in disbelief. I let them fall to my ankles and 
I stepped out of them. 

I kicked the soiled pants away and Mr. Rossi said, "So 
you are finally getting smart! Good girl. Now pull my 
pants down and let's do this. Then you can explain your 
new job to your kids."

I whispered, "Please, I'll do anything you want. Please 
don't make me do this in front of my kids."

He grinned and said, "If you would rather we can get 
your daughter to stand up here and take your place. 
She's a little hottie."

I gasped in shock that he would even suggest it. I 
don't know why I was shocked. Not after what he had 
already done, and what he was doing now. I had to get 
this monster out of my apartment. There was only one 
way to do that. I quickly unfastened his belt and 
opened his pants. I pushed them down to his knees but 
he said, "Go ahead and take them off."

I dropped to my knees and pulled off his shoes and then 
his pants and his underwear. I dropped his pants on the 
couch beside Laura and he lifted one leg and draped it 
over the arm of his chair. His foot dangled down just 
inches from Laura's knee.

He just smiled at me and waited for me to return to 
sucking his cock. I leaned down and took his cock into 
my mouth and started sucking as enthusiastically as 
possible. I was being raped in front of my two teenage 
children and I could not imagine anything more 
humiliating or more degrading. But I was more concerned 
with the effect that this would have on them later. 
This was the kind of thing that could damage a kid for 
life.

While I sucked desperately at his cock Mr. Rossi 
engaged my children in conversation! He asked my 
fourteen year old son if he had ever seen a sexier 
broad than me. Phil didn't answer and Mr. Rossi said, 
"Really kid, check her out. Look at those tits. I don't 
know about you but I think those are just about 
perfect. Really amazing, especially on a woman your 
mom's age. I was really impressed when she stripped 
down at the office a little while ago and I first saw 
them. And check out that ass! Is that a perfect ass or 
what? I bet your sister has a cute little ass too. Her 
tits aren't as big but they look pretty hot. I may have 
to check that out."

I redoubled my efforts and fought to give him the most 
exciting blowjob that I could. I had to get him out of 
my house! He had gotten hard again instantly but he was 
taking forever to cum.

He turned to Laura again and said, "Your mother seems 
to be having a hard time getting me off girl. What's 
your name?"

My daughter was obviously in shock and wasn't entirely 
sure that she had to respond to the man raping my 
mouth. But he snapped at her, "I asked you a fucking 
question, bitch!"

She gasped again and quietly responded, "Laura, my name 
is Laura."

He growled, "Sir! Your name is Laura sir. Didn't his 
cunt teach you any manners?"

Laura didn't answer and Mr. Rossi said, "As I was 
saying, your mom seems to be having a hard time sucking 
my cock. I think I need some added stimulation. I want 
you to pull your top up so I can see your tits. I think 
that would turn me on."

I started to pull my head up and plead with him to 
leave her alone but he held my head down and after a 
brief struggle I knew that I had lost and I returned to 
sucking his cock as hard as I could.

There was a brief pause and then Mr. Rossi yelled, "God 
damn it! I don't like to repeat myself. Look at this 
bitch in my lap girl! Do you not get the idea that 
everything has changed? You dad is in prison where he 
belongs and this bitch belongs to me now. She does what 
I want, where I want. I own her. I own your ass too if 
I want it!"

He paused again and then he yelled, "Stand up!"

I heard Laura jump out of her seat. I was sobbing 
hysterically now but I didn't stop what I was doing. I 
had to end this!"

Mr. Rossi growled, "What's your name boy?"

Phil answered hesitantly.

Mr. Rossi said, "Your sister seems to be a little shy. 
I want you to stand up and take her top off. And don't 
give me anymore shit. I'm just about at the end of my 
patience here. I'm not used to having to repeat myself 
but your whole damn family seems pretty fucking dense. 
Now get the fuck up and do what I told you!"

I heard Phil get up and I heard him whisper something 
to Laura. I couldn't tell what it was. I heard the 
rustle of clothing being removed and Mr. Rossi said, 
"Get rid of that cute little bra too."

There was a brief pause and he said, "Not bad! You got 
some growing to do but those are some real cute tits 
girl."

He turned back to my son and said, "Phil, go ahead and 
take those short off of her too. And if she's wearing 
panties those will have to go. I want to see how her 
body compares to her hot mom's sweet little body."

I heard Laura crying quietly and I heard the rustle of 
clothing as my son undressed my daughter for the 
amusement of my boss.

Life wasn't satisfied with bitch-slapping me into 
submission. Now it was my children who were being 
beaten down.

Mr. Rossi ran his hand over my head and said, "Oh yeah! 
It won't be long now, bitch. Your little girl is 
turning me on."

He turned back to my kids and said, "Phil, how well do 
you know your sister?"

I didn't hear the response.

Mr. Rossi asked, "Is she a virgin?"

Still I heard no response.

Mr. Rossi said, "I think we should find out. I'm 
curious, aren't you?"

Laura exclaimed, "I am! I'm a virgin! I'm only fifteen. 
Please stop this!"

My boss said, "Honey, that is the one thing that you 
can never take a broad's word for."

He turned to Phil and said, "Boy, put your finger in 
the entrance to your sister's cunt and tell me if she 
is wet."

In a moment he said, "Shit! Dry as a bone. I hope she 
don't turn out as frigid as your mother is. You're 
going to have to put your finger in your mouth and get 
it wet. Then you stick it in real slow until you feel 
her cherry up in there. But be real careful. You don't 
want to bust it. Well, you might want to bust it but 
you want to do that with your cock, not your finger."

Laura squealed and Mr. Rossi snapped, "Stand still god 
damn it!"

A moment later I heard Phil say, "Yes sir. She's a 
virgin."

That was when he finally came in my mouth. There hadn't 
been any warning and I wasn't prepared. I gagged at 
first but then I controlled myself and let him finish. 
I swallowed his load and held his cock in my mouth 
until he let me up.

He finally pushed me away and sat staring at Laura's 
naked body for a long, uncomfortable moment. I didn't 
want to look. It broke my heart to see her like that. 
Her humiliation was obvious on her face. I had not seen 
her naked in four or five years. I had, of course, 
watched her body mature over that time and I was proud 
that she was turning into such a beautiful, poised, 
intelligent young woman with a real good head on her 
shoulders.

To see her now, naked in front of a cruel stranger and 
forced to allow her younger brother to explore her 
virginal opening for the amusement of the interloper 
was the last straw. I collapsed in at his feet and 
cried hysterically into my hands as Mr. Rossi dressed 
just inches from my daughter. 

When he was fully dressed he nudged me with his foot. I 
took my hands away from my face and looked numbly up 
into his red, sweaty face. He ordered me to stand and 
when I was up and facing him he growled, "Am I going to 
have a problem with you bitch?"

I stared at him vacantly for a moment, not even sure 
what he was asking.

He looked disgusted and impatient. He shook his head 
and asked, "You are going to keep this to yourself, 
right? You would hate to lose your new job wouldn't 
you? You really appreciate the great opportunity that 
you have now because you don't want to lose your kids 
or be homeless, right?"

I whispered despondently, "Yes sir. I'm not going to be 
a problem."

He smiled and said, "You need to hurry up and explain 
your new job to your kids and get some sleep. You don't 
want to be late to work in the morning and force me to 
punish you."

I whispered, "Yes sir."

He reached out before he left and held my left breast 
in his left hand and my daughter's right breast in his 
right hand and weighed them in his hands. After a long 
moment he said, "Fucking fantastic!"

Then he left.

I ran to the door and locked it after he left. I turned 
and leaned against it and caught my breath. Laura was 
rushing to put her top and her shorts on and Phil was 
struggling in vain not to ogle me and his sister.

When she was covered, Laura rushed from the room and 
came back with my robe. I put it on and sat on the 
couch and struggled to control the tears. 

Laura asked quietly, "Do you want to talk or do you 
want us to leave you alone?"

I quietly responded, "I want to die."

Laura put her arms around me and held me while I calmed 
down. I couldn't look my kids in the face. When I felt 
like I was under control I said, "I'm sorry. I 
shouldn't have said that. And Laura, I am so, so sorry. 
I'm sorry you had to see that and I'm sorry for what 
happened to you."

Phil was crying quietly and he said, "Laura, I'm sorry. 
Please forgive me. I didn't know what to do."

Laura reached around me squeezed her brother's hand and 
said, "I know squirt. He didn't give anyone a chance to 
say no to him. It was pretty obvious that for some 
reason we had to do what he said. It wasn't your fault 
and I'm not mad at you."

Then she turned to me and asked, "What's going on mom?"

I sighed deeply and gave them the R rated version. They 
had seen enough of the X rated version that I was sure 
that their minds could fill in the details. I told them 
about being given the choice of losing custody of my 
children and becoming homeless or submitting to the two 
monsters at work. I explained that I saw no alternative 
but to surrender to them but at the time, and up until 
we actually entered the apartment, I had no idea that 
they were going to become involved.

I explained that until I could find another job I had 
to do what they wanted. The people at Social Services 
were watching me like a hawk. Everyone was quiet for a 
moment and I suddenly realized something. I put my arms 
around their shoulders and pulled them close and said, 
"Oh god! What was I thinking! Kids, I'm sorry. I was 
just thinking of myself. Of course we need to contact 
Social Services. You have to get out of here. I have no 
idea what is going to happen. He could come back here 
at any time and the next time he might do more than 
look at you Laura. I want you to go down to the office 
tomorrow morning and ask to use the phone. Call Social 
Services and tell them something. I don't know. Tell 
them you're hungry and there's no food. I don't care, 
tell them the truth. You need to get out of here before 
it's too late. God, what was I thinking! Of course you 
can't stay here now!"

Laura pulled me tight and said, "Not gonna happen."

I turned to look in her face and said, "God I love you 
kids. I don't want you to go. But you saw what just 
happened. This was just the first night! If he comes 
over here again you probably won't be a virgin when he 
leaves."

Laura said calmly, "Virginity is highly overrated. I 
know lots of girls that aren't virgins and they are 
perfectly happy and well adjusted."

I turned to face her and held her shoulders in a firm 
grip and I said, "Laura, I'm talking about getting 
raped by a dirty old man. It happened to me tonight and 
I want you to take my word for it, you won't like it."

She had tears in her eyes but she held firm. She said, 
"I didn't say that I thought I was going to like it. 
But I'm not leaving you. This isn't your fault. None of 
this is your fault. You work so hard and you try to 
make everyone happy but yourself. I love you and I 
refuse to desert you. No matter what that horrible man 
might do to me I am going to stay with you and Phil and 
we are going to be a family and we are going to get 
through this. We can leave the discussion of the birds 
and the bees for when you are rested and can think more 
clearly. I wouldn't want to have that discussion when 
you were so tired that you couldn't remember all of 
your questions."

I stared at her in confusion for a second until I 
realized she had been joking. I hugged her tight. I 
didn't laugh but I was amused. And the break in the 
tension really helped. I slumped back against the 
cushion and looked over at Phil. I saw him staring at 
me with that look again and I realized that my robe was 
gaping open and my breast was exposed. 

I glanced down at it and I couldn't help wondering what 
he must think of the things he had seen tonight, and 
the things he had done. I pulled him closer and asked, 
"What about you squirt? How would you like to go to a 
home where you ate good meals on a regular basis and 
got to watch television at night or listen to music?"

He was trying not to stare down to see if I was still 
exposed. I didn't fully understand boys. He had already 
seen all that there was to see. But I guess they can't 
help themselves. It's in their DNA. I ignored his 
wandering eyes and he finally realized that I was 
waiting for an answer. He brought his eyes back up to 
my face and whispered, "Sorry."

I smiled and said, "I understand Phil. Guys like to 
look. They can't help it. It's part of being a guy. 
Don't apologize. I think you were pretty amazing 
tonight. I'm proud of you."

He blushed and said, "First of all, don't call me 
squirt. You know I hate that! Second, I'm not leaving. 
If you try to put me in a foster home I will run away 
and come back. I'm with Laura. Everyone around you is 
fucking with you."

He panicked when that slipped out and he clapped his 
hand over his mouth.

He exclaimed, "Oh god! I'm sorry mom! I..."

I pulled him close and kissed him and said, "Fuck it! 
Don't give it a second thought."

I heard Laura chuckle behind me and Phil grinned 
sheepishly. He said, "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful."

Then he returned to his train of thought. "Everyone is 
messing with you and you never did anything to deserve 
it. You have always been a great mom and we love you. 
We can't protect you. But we can be here for you and we 
can give you a shoulder to cry on and if you think that 
we would leave you alone at a time like this then you 
don't know us very well."

He was silent for a moment and then he said with a 
completely deadpan expression, "Besides, I got to know 
my sister and my mother a whole lot better than I ever 
thought I would."

Laura chuckled, which amazed me. Then she said, "You 
won't think it's so amusing if the next time he's here 
I end up checking your virginity, squirt."

I looked at my two kids in amazement. After what had 
just happened in this room tonight I was shocked at how 
well they seemed to be adjusting, especially Laura. I 
am pretty sure that if I had been through what she just 
went through when I was her age I would have been 
curled up in a ball on the floor for days.

I was mentally and physically exhausted but I didn't 
think that we had resolved our problem. Unfortunately I 
was so tired that I couldn't think. I finally gave up. 
I got to my feet and said, "I can't think straight 
tonight. We'll talk about it tomorrow night. You kids 
go to bed. I want you to think seriously about what we 
just talked about. These guys aren't like mobsters or 
anything. They are just dirty old men. But Laura, that 
won't make any difference if one of them, or two of 
them, or even all three of them come over here some 
night and decide that they want to have sex with a 
beautiful fifteen year old girl. I won't be able to 
stop them and Phil won't be able to stop them. You 
shouldn't have to worry about that. I'm serious. Think 
long and hard about what happened in here when I got 
home."

I took both kids by the hand and pulled them down the 
hall. I hadn't eaten anything but a piece of toast for 
breakfast. But I wasn't hungry. I was just tired. I 
said good night and went to my room. I dropped my robe 
on the floor and collapsed on my bed. 

The next thing I knew someone was shaking me violently. 
I opened my eyes and I saw Phil with a worried look on 
his face. He saw my eyes open slowly and said, "I'm 
sorry mom, I just got up and I saw that you weren't up 
yet. You must not have heard your alarm."

I felt that panicky feeling in the pit of my stomach 
and I looked anxiously at my alarm clock. I sat up 
groggily and suddenly realized that I was naked. Phil 
saw the look on my face and grinned sheepishly. He 
said, "I knocked and knocked and you didn't answer. I 
was afraid that something was wrong. Besides, I've seen 
it all now. What the hell!"

I laughed and pulled his head down and kissed him. Then 
I said, "Get the hell out of here."

I was fifteen minutes late getting up. I had to hurry 
but I was pretty sure that I had time to shower and get 
dressed. I didn't have time for breakfast but we didn't 
have anything in the house to eat anyway. I suddenly 
remembered that after everything that happened last 
night they had forgotten to give me my paycheck. At 
least I hope they forgot. 

I got up and rushed around and left for work only a few 
minutes late. I had been slowed down when after I was 
dressed I remembered that I was no longer allowed to 
wear underwear. I had to quickly undress and take my 
bra and panties off. 

I got out to the bus stop just as my bus was 
approaching but it was full and it drove right past 
without even slowing down. I fretted for ten minutes 
until the next bus arrived and it was full too. But the 
driver stopped and I managed to squeeze on and work my 
way beyond the white line.

I didn't understand why the buses were so crowded. I 
had only been riding the buses for a few weeks but 
normally on Saturday they were less than half full in 
the morning. I heard some people talking behind me and 
discovered that there was a big festival down on the 
waterfront today. 

Traffic was heavy too and I was starting to get very 
nervous. I had been warned about being late and I knew 
they would be watching for me. Tardiness was something 
that they had a very low tolerance for anyway. 

I walked as fast as I could from the bus stop to the 
plant and when I clocked in I was three minutes late. 
Mr. Gant, the dayshift supervisor was standing there by 
the time clock, as usual. 

I said, "I'm sorry Mr. Gant. The buses were packed 
because of the festival and the first one didn't even 
stop to pick me up. Then the traffic was so heavy that 
we were late. I swear it wasn't my fault."

He just said, "In my office."

He waited for me to enter the hallway and he followed 
me into the supervisor's office. He closed the door 
behind me and said, "Stand in front of my desk and 
strip Roberts."

Oh no! Not again! But of course they would have told 
him about me. I felt my body quivering with renewed 
shame and anticipation of the humiliation that I knew I 
was about to suffer. 

I had had the breath knocked out of me as soon as I 
heard that word. "Strip."

But after that there were no surprises and although 
this was not something that I wanted to get used to it 
was easier this time than it had been last night. Mr. 
Gant came around and sat at his desk. He leaned back 
and grinned as I unbuttoned my blouse. I tossed it on 
the floor nearby and slid my sneakers off with my toes. 
I unfastened my pants and stepped out of them and stood 
up and waited for the next degrading order.

I waited with my head down. He sat there and stared at 
my naked body for a minute or so. He ordered me to turn 
around slowly. 

When I faced him again he stood up and walked around 
his desk. He stood behind me and his hands began to 
move over my body, exploring every inch. 

Mr. Gant was about fifty. He was tall and skinny and he 
was just as mean as Mr. Rossi and Mr. Rove, maybe even 
worse. He pulled me against him and one of his hands 
cupped my left tit and his other came around and began 
to worm its way into my dry pussy. 

I grunted in pain but he didn't care. As he worked his 
finger into me he said, "Shit, they were right. You 
don't grease up worth a damn."

He pulled his finger out of my pussy and stuck it into 
my mouth. I sucked it like a small cock and made it as 
wet as I could. He let me suck on it for a while, just 
because he knew how humiliating it was. He finally 
pulled his finger out of my mouth and pushed me roughly 
down over his desk. He held me down with his hand on 
the middle of my back and kicked my legs a little 
further apart. 

When he was satisfied with my stance he asked in a 
quiet, conversational tone of voice, "Do you know what 
my wife has never let me do, bitch?"

I quietly replied, "No sir."

He said, "My wife of almost thirty years has never let 
me fuck her ass."

As he spoke he started forcing his damp finger into my 
ass forcefully.

My body stiffened and my head came up off the desk. I 
grunted in pain and just before I started to beg him 
not to I remembered that I had been late for work. 
Maybe if I submitted easily to this he would let that 
go.

Like Mr. Gant's wife, I had never been fucked in the 
ass. As far as I know, Mike had never wanted that. I 
certainly didn't! But now I waited nervously while he 
explored my asshole with his finger. Just his finger 
hurt like hell. I couldn't imagine what a cock would 
feel like back there. Well, that's not true. I could 
imagine it and the image that came to mind was very 
unpleasant. I hoped that he didn't damage me back 
there.

He stopped messing with my butt and stood up straight. 
I heard him pulling his pants down and when he was 
ready he said, "Turn around and suck on my cock for a 
couple of minutes. Get it nice and wet, bitch."

I pushed up off of the desk and turned around. I bent 
down and lifted the tails of his shirt and was a little 
bit relieved when I saw his cock. It was probably only 
five inches long and not much thicker than my thumb. I 
wasn't looking forward to what he wanted me to do but 
at least he didn't have a cock like Mr. Rove's.

I took him into my mouth easily and sucked on his cock, 
taking great pains to get him as wet as I could. He 
only kept me like that for a minute before he ordered 
me back over the desk. 

I heard him spit in his hand and I felt a warm gob of 
spit being applied to my ass. He wormed his finger into 
me again, moved it in and out of me several times and 
then stepped up and began forcing his hard cock into 
me. 

I grunted and then groaned in pain as he worked his 
cock into me. As it got deeper and deeper he sighed 
loudly and said, "Jesus that feels good! Your ass is so 
fucking hot, bitch! We are going to be doing this a 
lot. I may never fuck my wife again!"

He started fucking me with short, rapid strokes and it 
would have been nicer if he had used some lubrication 
but it actually wasn't that bad. While he fucked me he 
reached around and shoved the damp finger that had been 
in my ass and was now covered with his spit into my 
mouth and ordered me suck it clean. It was disgusting 
but I had been through worse last night.

I held on to the other side of the desk and grunted 
with every stroke but it was all over in three or four 
minutes. I sighed with relief when he stopped moving 
and then I waited for him to pull out. 

He didn't actually pull out of me. His cock got soft 
and kind of popped out of me. He pulled me up by my 
hair and forced me to my knees. He gathered his 
shirttails and held them out of the way so that he 
could watch while I sucked his cock clean. It sounds 
pretty nasty but it was just a little slimy. My butt 
had been clean.

After a few minutes he pushed me away and pulled his 
pants up. He ordered me to my feet and I thought that 
it was over. I waited until he went back around his 
desk and said, "Mr. Gant, they forgot to give me my pay 
last night. I am out of food. I need it desperately."

He glanced at me and then opened his desk drawer. He 
looked up then and said, "I have it. You can pick it up 
after your shift."

I said, "Thank you. Can I get dressed now?"

He smiled and said, "No. You were three minutes late, 
remember? You need to be punished. Mr. Rove left 
instructions for your punishment if you were late. Now 
you keep your mouth shut and don't move."

He picked up his phone and punched in the button for 
the intercom. He waited a few seconds and said, 
"Three."

He hung up the phone and I stood there nervously, not 
knowing what was going to happen. Mr. Gant smiled and 
reached into his desk drawer and pulled out the camera 
that they had used last night to take all those 
pictures with. 

A minute or two later there was a knock on the door and 
Mr. Gant said, "Enter!"

I shook my head in disbelief and said, "Oh god no!" 

In walked three of the guys I worked with out on the 
floor. I don't know if they knew why they were here. 
But when they saw me their eyes lit up and their grins 
spread from ear to ear. 

Mr. Gant said, "Come in gentlemen. Did they tell you 
why you are here?"

Buddy and Tim shook their heads. Todd said, "No sir, 
they just sent us back here."

Mr. Gant said, "Roberts is being punished. She is on 
probation and has agreed to some rather unusual terms 
of employment. She was three minutes late for work this 
morning. Her punishment is to allow three of her co-
workers to fuck her. If any of you object to fucking 
her let me know and I'll have someone else sent in to 
take your place."

The men looked at each other and it was obvious that 
they didn't have a problem with fucking one of their 
co-workers, even though it was obvious how I felt about 
it. 

Mr. Gant said, "Okay men, let's do this and get it over 
with. The bitch needs to get to work. I'm going to be 
taking some pictures but don't worry, I'm going to 
leave your faces out of them."

Buddy, the single man in the group said, "I don't give 
a shit Mr. Gant. In fact, I'd like a few copies of my 
pictures for souvenirs."

Mr. Gant smiled and said, "I'll check with Mr. Rove, 
Buddy. I doubt if he will mind."

I was bent over the desk again and Todd was the 
quickest on the draw. He moved behind me and pressed 
his semi hard cock between my ass cheeks and began 
sawing it back and forth and getting harder and harder. 

He looked down and said, "I'll be damned! You fucked 
her in the ass didn't you sir?!"

Mr. Gant was already moving around and getting some 
pictures. He smiled and sounded pretty proud of himself 
when he said, "Yes, and it was some damn fine ass 
Todd."

Todd asked, "How about if I tap some of that? I have 
had the hots for her sweet ass since she started 
working here."

Mr. Gant replied, "Not this time Todd. I was her first. 
I think we need to let her rest up. Just fuck her pussy 
this time. If she fucks up again though then she'll 
have that to look forward to."

Todd began working his cock into me and it was very 
painful. I was still tender from the abuse I received 
last night and my pussy still wasn't wet. The only 
lubrication was a little of the cum that had dribbled 
out of my ass from when Mr. Gant raped me.

I gripped the edge of the desk and held on. I tried to 
be quiet but I couldn't help letting an occasional 
grunt of pain escape me. But they didn't seem to mind 
at all. 

After he had a good rhythm going he bent over and 
reached under me and began to roughly grope my boobs. 
As he did he spoke quietly in my ear. He told me how 
hot and tight my cunt was and how much he liked my 
tits. He told me that he had been undressing me with 
his eyes since my first day here. He said that he hoped 
I was late a lot. Then he squeezed my tits and grunted 
and started making strange noises. If I wasn't getting 
raped I might have laughed. But I was and I didn't. I 
waited until he pulled out of me and he was immediately 
replaced by another cock. I didn't even know who was 
fucking me at first. I was distracted by Mr. Gant 
saying, "If you come around here Todd, the bitch will 
clean up that mess for you."

Todd exclaimed, "No shit!"

Mr. Gant said, "It's all part of her punishment."

Todd moved and I saw that I was now being fucked rather 
violently by Buddy. 

Todd came around the desk and grabbed a handful of my 
hair and turned my head. As soon as he had my face 
where he wanted it he pushed the slimy head of his cock 
against my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in and 
started sucking his cock clean. As I did I saw Mr. Gant 
walking around getting some close-ups of me with two 
cocks in my body at the same time.

Buddy was fucking me violently and in between my grunts 
of pain I heard him say, "Oh yeah! I'm going to take 
that picture and get it blown up and hang it in my 
living room! Damn this bitch is hot!"

Todd's cock had been clean for some time but he left it 
in my mouth and I felt him getting hard again. His cock 
was long and thin and he was amazed when he suddenly 
found himself fucking my throat. He exclaimed, "I'll be 
god damned! Look at this, guys! We got us a fucking 
Linda Lovelace here! Look at that shit! She's taking a 
couple of inches of cock right down in her fucking 
throat! Damn that's hot!"

Mr. Gant didn't say a word as Todd began fucking my 
face brutally and Buddy picked up his rhythm. They were 
slamming their cocks into me at both ends and I was 
being bounced around like a rag doll.

Buddy finally came in my pussy and he slowly pulled out 
and went around the desk to wait his turn in my mouth. 
Tim moved between my legs and began driving his cock 
into me. Tim turned out to have a very fat cock and for 
just a second it took my mind off of what Todd was 
doing. I felt that fat cock sliding into me and it was 
the fattest one yet. But Todd was nearing orgasm and he 
held onto my head and took several more violent strokes 
and then held my face against his stomach while he shot 
his cum down my throat. 

He finally pulled out and I was gasping for air and 
grunting in time with Tim's strokes in my sore pussy 
when Buddy took Todd's place at my mouth. As he worked 
his slimy cock into my mouth he said, "Get a good shot 
of this Mr. Gant. I'll want to blow this up too. I love 
the look of that. Look at her beautiful face all full 
of my slimy cock. Christ! That's the sexiest thing I 
ever saw in my life."

Buddy's cock never really got soft. He was too excited 
I guess. He started fucking my mouth almost immediately 
and Mr. Gant got a lot of pictures for him.

Tim leaned over me like Todd had and reached under me 
to grope my tits. He was fucking me just as violently 
as the others and once more I was being tossed around 
like I weighed nothing. 

I think that they were disappointed that I didn't start 
getting aroused. They seemed to think that even if I 
was being raped that once I got a cock stabbing into me 
I should start to get turned on. Stupid men!

But then, I'm the idiot submitting to rape as a part of 
my job description now. I guess I haven't any room to 
talk.

Buddy was so turned on that he came before Tim did. 
Unlike Todd though, he didn't cum down my throat. He 
pulled back and filled my mouth with his slime and then 
slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and watched me 
swallow.

Last night I would have been mortified. Well, I was 
upset that I was being forced to allow the men that I 
worked with to rape me. But nothing that happened to me 
to could be as devastating as the events of last night.

Once Buddy backed away and started putting his pants 
back together Tim started concentrating I guess and he 
came a short time later. I was getting numb by the time 
he pulled his cock out of me.

He hurried around to get his cock sucked clean but Mr. 
Gant didn't give him time to get a blowjob. Tim was 
pretty disappointed but Mr. Gant said, "I'm sorry Tim. 
I'm afraid that we've wasted much too much time 
already. The cunt has been at work an hour now and 
hasn't done a thing."

I could have argued that with him but what was the 
point?

The men all stared at me as they slowly dressed. Mr. 
Gant turned to me and after taking a few more pictures 
he said, "Well, what are you waiting for? You can't go 
out there like that!"

I reached down and started pulling my pants on. I hated 
doing this without cleaning up first. My pussy and my 
thighs were covered in cum. My pants were going to 
stink. I pulled my blouse on and while I was buttoning 
it up Buddy said, "You know what Mr. Gant? I know the 
dress code doesn't allow dresses for the women. But 
since she is kind of special it would be neat if she 
had to wear a sexy dress to work. It would give the 
guys a real morale boost."

Mr. Gant smiled and said, "That's a good idea Buddy. 
I'll suggest it to Mr. Rove. You men get back to work 
now."

I had my shoes on and was just finishing tying them up. 
I stood up and waited to be dismissed. Mr. Gant smiled 
and said, "I don't want you going to the bathroom until 
lunch time. Now get your lazy ass to work."

I whispered, "Mr. Gant! I smell. My pants are getting 
wet."

He just smiled and said, "Get out of here. Come back at 
quitting time for your pay."

I went out on the floor and checked to see where I was 
supposed to be working. The floor supervisor came over 
and started to tell me that she had been forced to 
switch some people around because I was so late. She 
was not happy about it. 

But as soon as she opened her mouth she smelled the 
scent of sex on me. I reeked of it. She wrinkled up her 
nose and said, "Oh my god!" 

There was nothing that I could say. She stepped back 
and drew a deep breath. He face was red and she had a 
look of pure disgust on her face. She shook her head 
and said, "I can't believe you still work here!"

I would give anything if I didn't!

She pointed to the machine that I was to run that day 
and turned and walked away. Since I was so late I was 
already behind and I had to work my ass off to get 
caught up. I didn't doubt for a minute that if I didn't 
catch up I would be punished for that too.

Several times during the day one of my three male co-
workers came by and without being very careful about 
whether or not anyone was watching they groped my ass 
or my tits through my clothes. As he was squeezing my 
ass cheeks Todd said, "I hope they make you start 
working in a tiny little miniskirt Haley. I'd like to 
see a lot more of your sweet ass."

I just tried to ignore them. There was nothing else 
that I could do. 

I went to the ladies room at lunch time and by then it 
was much too late but I cleaned up as much as I could. 
Then I went right back in and worked through lunch. I 
didn't have any food or money anyway. Even if I did 
though, I knew that if I wasn't caught up at quitting 
time they would use that as an excuse to punish me 
again.

When it was finally quitting time we shut everything 
off. There was no late shift on Saturdays. I waited for 
everyone else to rush out and I lagged behind. I 
punched out at the time clock and then I went down the 
dark hallway to Mr. Gant's office. I knocked and he 
called out, "Enter!"

I opened the door and went over to his desk. I saw my 
pay envelope on the desk. But I knew that it wasn't 
going to be that easy. 

It wasn't. He pushed his chair back from his desk and 
his pants were already pulled down. He was ready for 
me.

He didn't get up so I thought that I knew what he 
wanted. I went around his desk and dropped to my knees 
on the floor in front of him. His cock was already just 
about hard. I took it in my mouth and sucked it. 
Anything to get my money and go home.

My throat had been sore all day from the abuse I had 
received at the hands of my three co-workers. I was 
glad that we weren't allowed to talk on the floor. My 
throat couldn't have handled the irritation.

Fortunately Mr. Gant's less than magnificent manhood 
did not tax my throat and I easily sucked him off and 
swallowed a tiny, bitter little load.

He pushed me away and said, "You certainly are a nasty 
slut. A decent woman would die rather than do the 
things that you do in here. You deserve everything that 
happens to your skanky ass."

I stood up and said, "Yes sir," and started getting 
dressed. I grabbed my pay envelope and hurried out of 
his office before he could think of some other nasty 
thing to do to me.

I put my pay envelope deep in my pocket and hurried to 
the bus stop. It was after six on a Saturday afternoon. 
The festival was over and the bus was half empty. I was 
able to get a seat alone and I sat and stared at my 
reflection in the window as I was transported the six 
miles to my stop.

There was a small grocery store on the corner and I 
bought some groceries. I didn't get much. Some 
ingredients for meatless spaghetti, some potatoes, hot 
dogs, a few pounds of hamburger and some bread. I still 
had to walk a couple of blocks so I didn't stock up too 
much. What I bought would pretty much kill my weeks pay 
anyway. 

At the register I checked out and when the checker rang 
up the total I opened my pay envelope and saw a note 
inside. I scanned it quickly. It said, "In as much as 
you have additional duties you will find an additional 
one hundred dollars in your pay, whore."

I was so excited about the extra money that I paid very 
little attention to the note. It would bother me later. 
But I had been destitute for so long and doing without 
so much that the idea that I had been paid for sex was 
of little consequence at that moment. 

I checked and it was there! My pay was nearly doubled! 
I paid for the groceries and then I said, "Oh wait, I 
forgot to get coffee."

I left my groceries there and ran back and picked up 
some coffee. I had not had a cup of coffee in weeks and 
I was really jonesing for one. On the way back to the 
check out I passed the wine aisle and I picked up a 
seven dollar bottle of wine. I needed a drink. Then, 
even though I was starting to overload myself, I got 
some bacon and eggs. We hadn't had a decent breakfast 
in months. This would be as exciting for us a Christmas 
dinner.

I paid for the additional items and grabbed my bags and 
headed home. It was a dreary street. The apartments 
were not well maintained and the people that lived 
here, while mostly better off than me, were all poor 
and often loud, crude, and obnoxious. I kept my head 
down and didn't look at anyone. There were a lot of 
scary people around this neighborhood. There was a lot 
of crime. And it was only getting worse.

I got to my apartment and set my bags down. I opened 
the door and went in and headed for the kitchen. The 
kids came out carefully. They made sure that I was 
alone before they showed themselves.

I put everything away and opened the cheap wine to let 
it breath. I doubt if that matters with the wine I 
bought but it couldn't hurt.

I made home fries and cheeseburgers for supper. Cheap 
and easy, just like me now.

When supper was ready I poured myself a glass of wine 
and we sat down to eat. I had noticed that the kids 
were quiet and I started to get scared. I wondered if 
Mr. Rossi had come back during the day today.

I started asking what was wrong when they told me that 
he hadn't. They were uncomfortable about something and 
I was afraid that it might be lingering questions about 
last night.

We finished our meal. It was Phil's turn to clean up. 
He got up and it almost seemed like he was glad for the 
distraction as he cleaned off the table and went to 
work in the tiny kitchen. 

Phil had never, not once in his entire life, gone about 
his cleanup chores without whining. Now I knew that 
something was wrong.

I sat with Laura and she couldn't meet my eyes. I tried 
to get her to tell me what was wrong and I was getting 
really nervous now. Finally I said, "Laura, after last 
night I think that we can tell each other anything. I 
have no more secrets from you and I don't want you to 
have secrets from me. I am getting worried here. Please 
tell me what is wrong with you two."

She looked guilty. Laura was my saint! She never did 
anything to feel guilty about. Now I was really 
worried. I said, "Laura, please. I have enough to worry 
about already. Don't do this to me."

Laura looked embarrassed but she finally said, "Mom, I 
think that you would probably rather not know. Would 
you settle for we aren't in trouble and no one did 
anything to harm us?"

I sat back in my chair and said, "Phil, would you 
please bring me the wine bottle. I have a feeling that 
I am going to need it when Laura tells me what is going 
on."

Phil came in with that same guilty look on his face. He 
handed me the bottle from the other side of the table 
and said, "It wasn't Laura's fault mom. It was me. But 
it's embarrassing and Laura was right, you would rather 
not know. Please don't make us tell."

I poured a second glass of wine and took a sip. For a 
cheap wine it actually wasn't that bad. I stared at 
their faces and reached a decision.

I said, "I trust you two a lot. You are both good kids 
and you have had to put up with a lot that kids 
shouldn't have to put up with. But after last night, 
and after the other changes in our lives, I need to 
know what's troubling you. It scares me when my kids 
can't look me in the eye. I promise not to get mad. But 
I need to know. So who wants to be the spokesman?"

They looked at each other and it worried me that they 
were so scared. Laura took a deep breath and said, 
"Maybe you won't get mad, mom. But you are going to be 
very disappointed in us and that is what we fear most. 
But I'll tell you why we are so embarrassed."

I held my hand up and said, "Wait a second." 

I went into the kitchen and got two more glasses and 
went back out and sat down. I invited Phil to sit down 
and I poured them each a half a glass of wine. I pushed 
the glasses over to them and said, "Here you go, truth 
serum."

Laura smiled and took a small sip. Phil watched her and 
then he tried it too. He turned up his nose and said, 
"Yuck! That's awful!"

I laughed and said, "Sip it slow. After a couple of 
sips it kind of grows on you. But don't expect too 
much. It was the cheapest bottle I could find."

Laura took another sip and said, "This morning, after 
you went to work, Phil and I were sitting at the table. 
We talk a lot more now that we don't have TV or music 
but this morning he wasn't talking. I finally got him 
to tell me what was wrong and first he apologized again 
for last night. I don't blame him of course. I was 
embarrassed that he had seen me naked and put his 
finger inside of me but it wasn't his fault and it was 
obvious that he felt bad about it."

"We talked about it for a few minutes and the 
conversation just kept expanding. He had a lot of 
questions, a lot of them I could only guess at. But we 
have gotten pretty close lately and we tried to be 
honest with each other."

I asked her, "What kind of questions?"

She blushed again and replied, "Questions about girls 
and about sex and…and things like that."

I reached across the table and squeezed her hand and 
said, "You are sure catching a lot of crap for a 
fifteen year old. I'm sorry honey."

She shrugged and gave me a weak smile. She said, "I 
didn't mind. Hell, I'm a virgin, I don't know much more 
than he does, not even about girls!"

She sipped her wine and said, "We talked for a long 
time. We talked about our bodies and our feelings and 
about what happened last night."

I said, "It's only natural that you are curious. Is 
that what you are uncomfortable about?"

There was a long pause and then Laura said, "We got 
undressed."

I tried to remain calm. I tried not to change my 
expression. I tried not to cry because whatever had 
happened was a direct result of what happened last 
night. I prayed that they had not had sex but if they 
had I suppose that I had myself to blame.

Laura gave me a wry grin and asked, "Should I wait for 
the explosion?"

I smiled weakly and said, "I think my heart is still 
beating. Please continue."

She asked, "Would it make this any easier if I gave 
away the ending? We didn't have sex if that is what you 
are afraid of."

I smiled and said, "It was a concern."

Laura said, "We both had questions. I had never seen a 
naked man before last night and Phil had never seen a 
naked girl. We both wanted to know more about the 
opposite sex. We looked at each other and we touched a 
little."

There was a long pause and then she turned an even 
deeper shade of red and said, "And we masturbated."

Phil exclaimed, "Laura! Did you have to tell her 
that?!"

I couldn't help it. I laughed right out loud. 

They looked at me like I was crazy but I was relieved. 
I would rather that last night never happened and that 
what they did never happened. But I could understand 
their curiosity and I was so damned relieved that they 
hadn't had intercourse."

My reaction seemed to put them at ease, at least a 
little bit. They looked at each other and I noted that 
they seemed comfortable with each other. That was 
reassuring.

I asked, "Did you get all of your questions answered?"

"Mostly," Phil said.

I smiled at him and took another sip of my wine. I 
asked, "What didn't you learn that still concerns you?"

Laura replied, "I still have questions about birth 
control and losing my virginity and about some parts of 
my body. I still have questions about guys too."

She paused for a long time before she said, "And I'm 
curious about what you did last night."

I asked, "What about you Phil? Do you have questions?"

He nodded. Then he said, "Yeah, but I don't know if I 
have the nerve to ask them."

I drank the last of my wine and said, "It looks like we 
need to have a long talk. But I had a horrible day 
yesterday and today wasn't much better. I am exhausted 
and I am going to bed. I promise you that tomorrow 
morning I will answer every question that I am able to 
as honestly as I am able to. Then if you still have 
questions and I can't answer them I will find someone 
who can. Is that a deal?"

They shook their heads and I handed the wine bottle 
back to Phil and said, "Go put the cork back in this 
and finish cleaning up sweetheart. And thank you for 
waking me up this morning. I never heard the alarm."

He grinned and said, "It was my pleasure mom."

I laughed and said, "I don't doubt it for a minute."

I went around the table and kissed my wonderful 
children and started for my room. As I walked away 
Laura sniffed and asked, "What's that smell?!"

I answered, "That's one of those questions you need to 
ask tomorrow."

I brushed my teeth and went to bed, in the nude again. 
Two nights in a row! I hadn't done that since the kids 
were about two and three. I missed it.

I slept like a log that night. When you work as hard as 
I do and you only get one day off a week it's bad 
enough. But when you add in the things that have 
happened to me in the last couple of days on top of all 
the things I had to deal with since my husband had his 
brain fart, my mind was truly exhausted. My mind was 
much worse off than my body. I was emotionally and 
mentally at the end of my rope.

I awoke late in the morning and lay in bed with my eyes 
closed. I had remembered what I was going to have to 
deal with when I got up and I wasn't looking forward to 
it. Sex education was not my best subject.

I sat up in bed and sat on the edge of the bed for a 
minute. I noticed that my thighs and my pubic area were 
covered with white flakes. I don't know why I didn't 
realize it last night but I don't think that I would 
have bothered with it if I had. I glanced at my clock 
and I was surprised to see that it was almost eleven in 
the morning. I had slept for almost fifteen hours. I 
was a little groggy but I felt much better.

I got up and put my robe on. I started for the kitchen 
but I noticed that my door wasn't shut all the way. 
That was curious. I couldn't help wondering if I had 
left it ajar. I was so tired last night that it was 
possible. The other possibility was that Phil had come 
into my room again. Yup, I had some splainin' to do 
after my shower.

I went out to the kitchen and put the coffee on and 
said good morning to the kids. It looked like Phil was 
having a problem looking me in the eye again but I 
didn't want to make a big deal out of it. I was worried 
enough about what he was picking up because of my 
freaky new life. I didn't want him to be any more brain 
damaged than the average teenage boy.

I put the oven on warm and asked Laura to make toast 
and then I took a long, hot shower.

I dried off quickly and put my robe back on. Then I 
went back out to the kitchen to make breakfast. I was 
pleased to find that Laura had already made the bacon. 
I thanked her and took egg orders.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and added a little 
sugar. I took a sip and it was so good it was almost 
sexual! I was halfway through the first cup before I 
could put it down and make the eggs. A person should 
only have to go so long between cups of coffee.

I made the eggs and we ate breakfast like regular 
people for a change. It was just a simple breakfast of 
bacon and eggs but it had been a long time since we had 
been able to afford that.

I cleaned up the table after a quiet breakfast. I 
cleaned up the kitchen. I took my time. I was in no 
hurry to have a nice long talk with my kids about sex. 
Finally I had no excuses. I poured myself another cup 
of coffee and went back out to the table and sat down. 

I saw that the kids were both uncomfortable. More 
uncomfortable than they had been last night. I guess 
that sex is harder to discuss when the sun is out. I 
had no way to hide from this discussion though. We had 
no television and there was no newspaper for me to bury 
my head in. And since I didn't doubt for a moment that 
Mr. Rossi had plans for my daughter, or at the very 
least for me that would involve my daughter and would 
be witnessed by my son, I knew that we had to have this 
discussion.

The first topic was easy. Both kids already had a basic 
knowledge of the subject of birth control. Actually, 
that was pretty much all I had. I explained a little 
about menstrual cycles and fertility but they knew most 
of that already. It was hard enough having this 
discussion with my daughter. I was uncomfortable having 
this talk with Phil and I had one more reason to be 
furious with my husband. He should be here to have this 
talk with his son.

The subject of virginity was a little more difficult. 
We talked a little about the outmoded double standard 
that to some extent still exists. They were both 
curious and Laura was concerned about what it was like 
for a girl when she lost her virginity. I told them 
what little I knew. I told them what it had been like 
for me and what it had been like for some of my 
girlfriends. They both found it hard to believe that in 
this day and age I had never had sex with anyone but 
their father, at least not until the night before last.

That led to a discussion of oral sex. They both thought 
it was exciting. But they both thought that it was a 
bit demeaning for the woman. I tried to explain that 
when you loved someone it was exciting to give them 
that much pleasure. But I also tried to make it clear 
that I was a little provincial when it came to sex and 
that these days the attitudes about sex seemed to be 
more free than the attitudes that I had been raised 
with.

They both had questions about sexual blackmail and 
rape. It was disturbing to me that they had these 
questions but they were aware that I was in this 
strange and vulnerable situation and I tried to answer 
their questions. We talked about why I couldn't go to 
the police and why I couldn't quit my job. It was, all 
in all, a very depressing conversation. But I was 
afraid of what they would be forced to see in the 
future and I wanted them to be prepared. If kids can 
ever be prepared to see their mother raped.

A little later we got dressed and walked up to the 
store. I didn't like to let them go out alone in this 
neighborhood. We got some milk and cereal and a few 
more cheap meals and I even bought a twelve pack of 
soft drinks. They hadn't had a soda in more than a 
month. I would rather they never drank soda but if I 
could have coffee, well, what the hell. They didn't 
have a lot in their lives. 

I thought about trying to get our TV out of the pawn 
shop. But even if I could afford it we didn't have a 
car to get it and bring it home in. I felt bad about 
them being locked up in the apartment all summer with 
nothing to do. That probably goes a long way towards 
explaining their little game of show and tell 
yesterday. I really needed to find a better job and get 
the hell out of this neighborhood.

The day went by pretty fast, even if we were trapped in 
our tiny little apartment. At least no one was raping 
me or molesting the kids. On Monday I went to work 
dreading what I knew would happen when I got there. But 
at least I had had a day to recover and I was well 
rested.

I set my alarm a half hour earlier and made sure that I 
got to the bus stop before the worst part of rush hour. 
I was never going to be late again if I could help it. 
I waited outside the door until the other employees had 
all filed in and punched the clock. As usual, Mr. Gant 
was standing in the hall watching us all punch in. I 
tried to punch in and go to work like everyone else but 
as soon as I punched in Mr. Gant said, "Roberts. My 
office."

I hated it but I wasn't surprised. It was awful that I 
had to allow him to treat me like this. But it was even 
worse that all of the people that I worked with knew 
about it. There was no doubt in their minds why I was 
being ordered to his office. I was now the office slut. 
I thought about that note in my pay envelope. I was a 
whore. I was a whore against my will. But I was letting 
those men have sex with me and they were paying me to 
do it. Even if it was rape, I was a whore now.

I edged past Mr. Gant and went down to the supervisor's 
office. I heard some of the women snickering and 
whispering as if I were doing this of my own free will. 
I wanted to scream at them, or to explain. But to them 
I was just the bank robber's wife who was a slut and 
whatever happened to me I had it coming.

I was startled when I entered the office. I had 
forgotten about Mr. Rove. I don't know how the hell I 
could have done that. I just thought that I would have 
to service Mr. Gant's little dick and go to work.

I entered the office and stood just inside the door. 
Mr. Rove said, "There is no sense in you just standing 
there you stupid cunt. You know why you are here. From 
now on you can expect to come in here the first thing 
every morning. You know what you are here for. You come 
in and you strip. It's all just part of your new job."

I knew that I would never get used to this. But I still 
remembered vividly that first time, here and later at 
my apartment. I didn't think it would ever be that 
traumatic again.

I stood inside the door and removed my blouse. I 
dropped it on a nearby chair and then I slid my 
sneakers off and pulled my pants off. When I was naked 
he called me over to his seat and he played with my 
pussy for a few minutes. 

He admired my body while he played with my pussy. He 
tugged at my pubic hair and said, "I'm thinking that 
this should go. I think I want to see what you look 
like without it."

I nodded my head and said, "Yes sir. I'll shave it off 
tonight."

He smiled and said, "Good girl. I like your attitude." 

His finger continued to tease my pussy. He was being 
much gentler than he had been the first time. I was 
dismayed that it was actually starting to feel kind of 
nice. I had mixed emotions about that. The rapes that I 
was about to have to endure would be much easier if my 
pussy would start to lubricate. But I was horrified by 
the idea that they might think I was enjoying what they 
were doing to me.

Mr. Gant came in and shut the office door and went over 
to his desk. He leaned against it and watched Mr. Rove 
toying with my pussy. 

Mr. Rove smiled and said, "Mr. Gant has suggested that 
you start wearing dresses and skirts to work. I imagine 
it would be hard to maintain your modesty out there on 
the workroom floor in a short skirt. All of that 
bending and lifting and reaching. That would be pretty 
embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

I dreaded where this was going. I quietly answered, 
"Yes sir."

He smiled as his finger began to gently move in and out 
of my pussy and his thumb circled around my clit. He 
may not be the most sensitive lover in town but he 
seemed to realize that what he was doing was getting to 
me.

He watched me for a moment longer and then he said, "My 
first inclination was to say no to that idea. The 
reason that women aren't allowed to wear skirts and 
dresses on the floor is not just for modesty's sake. It 
is a safety hazard. But I think that we might make an 
exception in your case. Your co-workers already know 
that you are the office slut now. There is no reason 
for you to be concerned with your modesty. And Mr. Gant 
can speak with the floor supervisor and make sure that 
you are kept away from machinery that would make 
wearing a loose fitting garment hazardous. Knowing Mrs. 
Clark the way I do I think she'd get a kick out of it. 
She hates sluts and likes to see them get what's coming 
to them. It satisfies her sense of right and wrong."

He paused and said, "I do believe your cunt is getting 
wet Roberts. Don't tell me you are starting to like 
your new job already?!"

He and Mr. Gant both chuckled derisively and then he 
said, "I think we'll try it for a week and see how it 
goes. Starting tomorrow I want you to wear short skirts 
and dresses to work."

I started to panic again. I said, "Mr. Rove, please 
sir. I don't have any short skirts or dresses. I've 
never worn them. And I don't have any money to buy 
clothes. You know how I live!"

The tears were starting again and I think that may have 
been his goal. He looked so pleased with himself. 

He stood up and pushed me over Mr. Gant's desk. I heard 
the rustle of clothing and then I felt his fat cock 
being pushed into my pussy. I had closed my eyes when 
he forced me down over the desk but Mr. Gant lifted my 
head and sternly commanded that I open my eyes and look 
at him while Mr. Rove penetrate me.

His face was glowing as he stared at me, enjoying my 
rape nearly as much as Mr. Rove was.

Mr. Rove slid his cock into me and I was embarrassed at 
how easily it went in. My pussy had gotten wet while he 
played with me. I knew what he must think and I wanted 
to scream at him that I wasn't turned on. It was just 
my body reacting to stimulation. But it didn't really 
matter now.

While he was slowly pumping his large cock into me he 
said, "I'll give you a few bucks after I fuck you. 
That's what you do with whores. You fuck them and you 
give them money. After work you can go to the thrift 
shop down the street and pick up a couple of outfits. I 
think you know the look I'm going for. Just keep in 
mind that if I'm not satisfied that you look like the 
company whore then I'll pick your next outfits. I am 
pretty certain that you wouldn't like what I pick. 
Believe it or not I have a pretty dirty mind."

I mumbled, "Yes sir." Then I tried to make my mind go 
blank as I stared into Mr. Gant's cold eyes.

Mr. Rove began to fuck me harder. He stopped talking 
and gripped my hips and began to slam his cock into me. 
While he fucked me, Mr. Gant smiled down at me and 
said, "I was disappointed to see you here on time today 
Roberts. I really enjoyed watching the boys fuck you on 
Saturday. They seemed to enjoy it too. They are really 
looking forward to the next time you are late."

I had tried to put that experience out of my mind. As 
horrible as the things that happened to me here in this 
office were, it was even more humiliating that I had 
been forced to allow my co-workers to rape me. Mr. Gant 
saw it in my eyes too. His evil grin got wider and he 
leaned down and licked my face like a dog. Then he 
whispered right in my ear, "Don't worry cunt. I'm sure 
there will be a next time. Hell, I'm surprised you 
weren't ten minutes late on purpose. How about that 
cunt? Would you like me to call ten of the men you work 
with in here so that you could have a good old 
fashioned gangbang?"

I whispered, "No sir. I wouldn't like that."

He chuckled and said, "I would. I've got a hard on just 
thinking about it."

Mr. Rove began to ram his cock into me with increased 
violence and I knew that it was almost over. His hands 
began to squeeze my ass and just before he came he 
started slapping my ass. He was hitting me very hard. 
Those weren't love taps. I started crying out in pain 
and I'm almost positive that it was my cries of pain 
that pushed him over the edge. He buried his cock in my 
pussy and ground his stomach against my ass and groaned 
in pleasure as he filled me with his warm slime.

Mr. Gant finally released my hair and stood up. Mr. 
Rove backed away and I felt Mr. Gant's smaller cock 
enter me as soon as the path was clear. I thought that 
he was going to fuck my pussy this time but he was only 
getting his cock wet with Mr. Rove's cum. 

He stroked his cock into me a couple of times and then 
he pulled out and spread the cheeks of my ass open. I 
felt his cock poking against my ass again and soon it 
was being forced into me to the hilt. It hurt, even if 
it was smaller than the other cocks I was forced to 
submit to. I tried not to but I found myself tightening 
up and crying out in pain as he fucked me. Mr. Rove 
watched him for a minute and then said, "One of these 
days I'm going to have to give that ass a try."

He came around the desk then and I was forced to suck 
his nasty cock clean. I had done this so often now that 
it didn't even make me gag anymore. It was nasty and 
disgusting but I'm sorry to say that I was getting used 
to it.

When he was satisfied that I had cleaned him 
adequately, Mr. Rove stepped back and pulled his pants 
back up. Before he had them securely fastened Mr. Gant 
had cum in my ass. They changed places again and while 
I sucked Mr. Gant's cock clean, Mr. Rove spread the 
cheeks of my ass and examined my asshole. I don't know 
what he was looking for. He didn't say anything. 

I was allowed to stand up and dress after I cleaned Mr. 
Gant's cock. While I was dressing Mr. Rove pulled out 
his wallet and handed me a fifty dollar bill. He said, 
"That should be enough for you to buy five cheap, 
slutty outfits at the thrift shop. Don't disappoint me 
bitch."

Mr. Gant said, "Okay bitch, fun time is over. Get to 
work. You will be working a double shift tomorrow to 
make up for taking Saturday off."

I was actually relieved to hear that. They had given me 
the impression that they weren't going to let me make 
up the hours I would miss when I took Saturday off to 
visit Mike. I was afraid that I was going to be 
skipping meals again. Now it looked like we would at 
least be able to afford to eat. It was poverty cuisine. 
But I hated going to bed hunger. 

I wasn't looking forward to having to work though. And 
I was especially worried about Mr. Rossi. He was the 
cruelest of the three men and I worried about him now 
that he had seen Laura. She was only fifteen but she 
was a beautiful young girl and she was starting to look 
very sexy. I didn't want that pervert anywhere near 
her.

They dismissed me and I went out and reported to Mrs. 
Clark, the floor supervisor. She sniffed as I 
approached and that disapproving look on her face said 
it all. She could undoubtedly smell the cum dripping 
down my leg and moistening the crotch of my pants. She 
glared at me and I heard her exclaim under her breath, 
"Slut!"

She sniffed loudly as I stood in front of her. I saw 
that she detected the smell of cum. I knew that I 
reeked of it again. She smiled and asked, "Has it been 
a long time since you've seen your poor husband 
Roberts?"

I got the point. But there was no sense in having this 
discussion with her. She wouldn't understand and if she 
did she wouldn't care. She gave me one last dirty look 
and pointed out where I was to work today. I noticed 
that I was getting all the nastiest jobs now. But at 
least today I hadn't had to let three of my co-workers 
rape me and the backlog on my position wasn't as bad. I 
still ended up working through my lunch hour but it 
wasn't as bad as it had been on Saturday. 

We had to wait on the floor for the next shift to come 
in at quitting time. My replacement came in and took 
over and I hurried out. Mr. Rossi was standing by the 
time clock when I punched out. He was leering at me 
openly, ignoring the others that were leaving. I 
expected him to order me into his office before I left 
but he just smiled and said, "Your ass is mine 
tomorrow, bitch. I was so horny thinking about you 
yesterday that I had to fuck my wife. You are going to 
have to make that up to me."

He pushed away from the wall and walked past me, his 
shoulder brushed up against me roughly as he went by 
and out onto the work floor. I hurried out and went 
down the street to the thrift shop.

I had never been inside before. It has been years since 
I could afford new clothes. Whenever we could afford to 
buy a few articles of clothing we had always been 
forced to spend it on clothing our rapidly growing 
kids. 

I stopped inside the door and looked around. There were 
a half dozen other people looking around. They ignored 
me and I headed for the racks of dresses. I was really 
surprised at some of the things that I found. There 
were some really nice clothes for sale and the prices 
were amazing. I found a beautiful sundress that still 
had the tags on it for two dollars! It wasn't slutty 
enough to please my bosses but I decided to get it 
anyway. 

I didn't have any trouble finding the kinds of clothing 
that Mr. Rove wanted me to buy. The racks were full of 
the kinds of clothes that you would expect to find on 
street walkers. But then, I'm a whore now too. Perhaps 
I shouldn't be looking down on those women.

I tried to be practical in my decisions. I reasoned 
that since I would be getting out of my clothes fairly 
often it would be to my advantage to buy one piece 
outfits that would be easy to get in and out of. I 
ruled out anything that wasn't at least four inches 
above my knees and dresses that exposed too much 
cleavage went to the front of the line. I had no 
trouble selecting five outfits, plus the one nice dress 
I had found. I added up the total in my head and it 
came to only twenty-four dollars! That left twenty-six 
dollars to add to my budge for food and bill paying.

I headed for the checkout with my selections but 
something caught my eye. It was a small portable color 
TV with a built in radio. It was the kind of thing that 
people used for a back up when the power went out 
during a storm or for camping. It could run off of 
batteries and it only had a four inch screen. They only 
wanted twenty dollars for it and it was small enough 
that I could carry it home on the bus.

The clerk helped me make sure that it worked and I paid 
her for the TV and the clothes and went home. 

When I got home I was forced to explain how I came into 
possession of the little TV and the new outfits. The 
implications of the new clothes weren't lost on them 
but they were excited about being able to watch TV 
again. It must be a real bitch being trapped in this 
apartment all day without even a radio.

I changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and made 
supper. I didn't put underwear on. I had stopped 
wearing it even at home now. While we ate I asked them 
if there had been any further sexual escapades that I 
should be aware of. They were embarrassed that I had 
brought it up again but they had promised to behave.

Laura hesitantly asked about work. She was curious 
about what they did to me, about what it was like for 
me to be a virtual sex slave to men that I hated.

It was my turn to blush. She and Phil were watching me, 
waiting for some kind of answer. Finally I said, "You 
don't want to hear about that and it makes me 
uncomfortable to talk about it. Try not to think about 
it. That's what I do."

But the subject wasn't closed. Phil said, "Mom, it's 
all that we think about. It's what we think about all 
day alone in this crummy apartment with nothing to do. 
We worry about you and the things that you have to do 
just to get by."

I sighed and responded, "I understand that Phil. But 
the things you are asking about, they aren't the kinds 
of things that a mother can share with her children. 
There is enough humiliation in my life now without 
having to bare my soul to you two. It would be far 
better if you try not to think about what I have to do. 
You would grow up healthier not even knowing that 
situations like mine exist. I am most furious with Mr. 
Rossi for dragging you two into this. What he did was 
unforgiveable."

There was silence for a moment and then Laura said, 
"It's all that we think about. All day long we worry 
about you."

I smiled and said, "Well now you can sit side by side 
and watch soap operas on a tiny TV. But keep your eye 
on your horny little brother Laura. I hear they are 
pretty racy."

I wanted to do a couple of loads of laundry that night 
so I gathered up the dirty clothes and my new outfits 
and sorted them out. I put them in a basket and grabbed 
a handful of quarters from my stash on the dresser. I 
had tried letting the kids do laundry not long after we 
moved in. There was a laundry room downstairs at the 
end of the building. But I went down to check on them 
and a couple of perverts were in there giving them a 
hard time. I had arrived just in time to scare them off 
before things started to get out of hand.

I went down and started my two loads of wash and I was 
fortunate enough to find a newspaper that someone had 
left behind. I turned right to the want ads and looked 
for any job that I might be able to get. Anything to 
get away from where I was working now. But as usual, if 
I didn't want to be a stripper I was out of luck. There 
was just no work to be had in this town. Up until Mike 
got put away and I became the company slut I had 
counted myself lucky to have my job. I hated it. I had 
kept my eye out for something better. But at least I 
was working and a lot of people couldn't say that.

When the washers stopped I put the clothes in a dryer 
and started reading the news section of the paper. I 
had just started when I heard someone come in. It was 
three punk kids. They had probably hoped to find the 
place empty so that they could break into the machines 
and get the coins out.

They made a few rude remarks to themselves about me and 
walked around checking all of the coin returns in the 
small room. One of them came over and leaned against 
the wall next to me and started making comments. He 
seemed to think himself pretty witty. His snide 
comments were full of double entendres. His friends 
were amused. I found that I wasn't as shocked and upset 
as I would have been a few days ago. Not until he 
leaned over and put his face right next to mine and 
asked me what I was reading. 

I struggled to get to my feet and demanded that he and 
his friends get the hell out of there before I called a 
cop. That was a stupid thing to say. The only phone 
around here was locked up in the manager's office. I 
didn't have a purse so they knew I had no cell phone. 
They just sneered at me and said, "Go ahead sweetheart. 
Call the cops. We'll wait right here."

I was getting scared and I felt trapped and helpless 
once again. I was starting to really hate that feeling. 
They were all just boys. They were probably my 
daughter's age. The boy that was causing all the 
trouble backed me up against the folding table and 
leered at me. His eyes traveled down to my chest and he 
asked, "What's your name darling?"

I answered with as much false bravado as I could summon 
up, "That is none of your damned business. Get out of 
here and leave me alone!"

I was trying not to show them how afraid I was. It 
wasn't working.

He leaned forward and his lower body was now pressed up 
against me. He reached out and traced a line down my 
neck with his dirty fingernail and responded, "That's 
an awfully long name."

He looked down at my chest again and said, "I was also 
wondering what your bra size was. I don't want to give 
you a big head or anything but I think you have a very 
nice set of tits for an old broad."

His friends were standing close on either side of me 
and watching with amusement. I was trapped and getting 
more afraid as each moment passed. After everything 
that happened to me it looked like now I was going to 
be raped by three teens in the laundry room!

That brings us back to my bitch-slap theory.

I tried pushing him away but his friends reached out 
and held my arms out of the way while he traced my 
breasts through my shirt. I struggled briefly but I 
couldn't move. The three boys leered at me and the one 
who seemed to be in charge said, "Hey guys! My new 
girlfriend here isn't wearing a bra! These feel like 
some pretty nice tits."

The kid my right said, "Yeah? Let's see!"

The punk that was the instigator of all this stared 
into my eyes as he reached down and slowly lifted my 
shirt up over my breasts. Then all three of them stared 
at my exposed tits. The leader reached out and cupped 
them in his hands and said, "Not bad!" 

Then he asked, "What size did you say these were 
darling? I must have missed that."

I tried pulling away again and they just laughed. I 
felt fingers working on the button of my shorts and I 
shook my head and pleaded, "No, please don't do this. 
Leave me alone!"

The boys just grinned and my shorts were half way 
undone when the door flew open and a man yelled, "Let 
that girl alone you fucking punks!"

The leader of the little threesome swore and they 
turned to face the man that had just barged in and 
spoiled there fun. They dismissed any ideas they might 
have had of chasing him away when they saw him. He was 
large and fit and did not look like someone that you 
would mess with. 

They scrambled for the door and I hurriedly put my 
clothes back in order. He came over and asked, "Are you 
okay miss?"

I wiped my eyes. I had started crying but I think it 
was just from the relief of being saved, just this 
once. I thanked him and wiped my eyes. He smiled a 
friendly smile and shook his head. He said sadly, "This 
used to be a nice place for people without a lot of 
money to live. Now it ain't safe for a woman to go out 
at night around here. I'm sorry for you miss. You 
shouldn't have to live like this."

He seemed so sweet. It had been a long time since 
anyone had been nice to me. I thanked him and even gave 
him a kiss on the cheek. He was a nice older gentleman. 
It was refreshing to find someone like him after all I 
had been through. 

He touched his fingers to his cheek and smiled and 
whispered, "Don't worry miss. I won't tell my wife 
about that."

He went back outside and picked up his own laundry 
basket. He came in and started doing laundry and we 
talked until my clothes were dry. He was a funny, sweet 
old guy and I enjoyed his company. I thanked him again 
and went back to my apartment. 

The kids were crowded together on the couch staring at 
the TV. I just shook my head and went to my room and 
hung up the clothes. I would have to finish the laundry 
tomorrow. It would have been safer to do it now while 
my new friend was down there but it was getting late. I 
selected a dress to wear tomorrow and tried it on. I 
hadn't tried them on at the store. 

I realized when I had the dress on that it was just 
what Mr. Rove had in mind. The skirt was going to be a 
real problem at work tomorrow. I would have to be very 
careful bending down when I was working. It was about 
six inches above my knees. It was a colorful sundress 
with a flirty skirt that was prone to showing more of 
my legs than I was comfortable with. The top was 
scooped, leaving a lot of cleavage exposed. 

I didn't have any problems imagining how my three 
supervisors were going to react. And I was sure that 
the men on the work floor would enjoy it too. I had 
almost reached the point that I didn't care about that 
so much as I did about the way the other women were 
going look down on me, especially Mrs. Clark. 

I used to get along well with the people that I worked 
with. Many of them were very sympathetic when my 
husband had been arrested. Now they all looked down on 
me and made snide remarks behind my back. And I suppose 
that I couldn't blame them. I had a pretty low opinion 
of women like me too.

My dire thoughts and imaginings were interrupted by a 
knock on my bedroom door. I looked around and Laura was 
opening the door. She saw my new outfit and her eyes 
got big. She smiled ruefully and said, "Wow mom! You 
look hot!"

I saw Phil push her aside and he said, "Let me see!" as 
he poked his head in. He got an expression on his face 
that was very much like the one I had seen when he woke 
me up Saturday morning and I had been lying nude on top 
of my covers. He breathlessly exclaimed, "Damn!"

Laura rolled her eyes and said, "Phil! For god's sake! 
She's your mom!"

He shrugged and responded, "Yeah, I know. And I've seen 
her naked. But look at her. She IS hot!"

Laura exclaimed, "Boys!"

I smiled and asked them what they wanted. Laura said, 
"We were just going to bed. I wanted to say goodnight."

I went over and gave them both a kiss and said 
goodnight. Phil gave me one last look and shook his 
head and went to his room.

I undressed and hung up my new dress. Then I put my 
robe on and went to the bathroom. I washed up and 
brushed my teeth and went to bed. It was getting warmer 
everyday it seemed like and the old air conditioners in 
these apartments were getting old and tired. I made 
certain that my door was closed and I peeled back the 
covers, double checked my alarm and lay on top of the 
sheets and tried to clear my mind so that I could go to 
sleep. I knew that tomorrow was going to be a hard day 
and I dreaded it.

I awoke in the morning with plenty of time to get ready 
for work. I even had time for breakfast but I decided 
to hoard my coffee since I didn't know how long it 
would be before I could afford more. And I left the 
bacon and eggs for the kids. I didn't like to eat in 
the morning anyway.

I went to my bedroom door and it was pulled closed but 
it wasn't latched! I distinctly remembered closing it 
when I went to bed. I had made a point of it! I hated 
to do it but it looked like I was going to have to have 
another talk with Phil.

I tried to be as quiet as possible. I always tried not 
to wake the kids during the summer. I took a shower. I 
was half way done when I remembered that I had to shave 
my pubic hair off. I shut the water off, cut my hair 
back with scissors and then shaved the stubble. I hated 
the look, it was so…bare! I thought that it looked 
vulgar. I brushed my hair and put it up as usual and 
returned to my room and got dressed. I felt even more 
exposed without my hair, silly as that sounds. 

I headed for the bus stop. There was a big difference 
between wearing this dress in my bedroom and wearing it 
outside. I felt like I was half naked! Never mind that 
a woman my age had no business in a dress like this. I 
was forced to carry a small purse because I had no 
pockets. That left me with only one hand with which to 
keep batting my skirt down when the wind began to pick 
it up. It wasn't that long before I was not the only 
one in town that knew I wasn't wearing underwear.

I struggled with it all the way to the bus stop and I 
entertained quite a few people before the bus arrived. 
I noticed that a lot of the men held back as I climbed 
on the bus. I tried not to think how much of me they 
might have seen when I climbed the stairs to get on the 
bus.

I learned something about human nature once the bus 
started moving. It was rush hour and the bus was 
packed. There were no seats and I was forced to hold 
onto a grab-bar and stand wedged between several men as 
the bus rocked down the road, stopping and starting 
frequently. I was aware that reaching up to hold onto 
the bar would raise my skirt up higher but I had no 
choice. I couldn't get to one of the vertical poles. 
They were already taken.

It wasn't long at all before I began to feel fingers on 
my exposed legs. I tried to move away at first. But I 
couldn't move more than a few inches. I tried to look 
around and discover who was touching me, hoping that a 
dirty look would discourage them. But everyone was 
facing front or staring out the window or just staring 
off into space to avoid looking at their fellow 
commuters. 

I couldn't believe that someone would take such 
liberties just because I was wearing a dress! Women had 
been wearing dresses and skirts since shortly after 
they stopped wearing fur and living in caves. But I 
realized that it wasn't just that I was wearing a 
dress. I was wearing a dangerously short dress and on 
reflection it is quite probable that the person 
molesting me saw me on the street before boarding this 
bus and was aware that I was not wearing underwear. In 
this part of town I suppose that is permission enough 
for some men.

The fingers returned to my calves as I rocked back and 
forth. I finally gave up. I was furious with whoever 
was doing this to me but there was no way to avoid it 
and I knew I was too cowed by now to make a scene even 
if I realized who it was.

The man molesting me seemed to realize it when I gave 
up. The fingers began inching up my leg. They explored 
my thighs for a few minutes as if to tease me before 
moving on. The man had just enough time to graze his 
hand over my freshly shaved pubic mouth when the bus 
reached my stop. I was so glad when we reached my stop. 
There was no telling how far this would have gone if I 
had to stay on longer. I could just imagine some unseen 
stranger's fingers exploring my pussy as the bus 
chugged along from bus stop to bus stop.

I scurried off the bus at my stop and hurried down the 
sidewalk to the plant. The irony that I was running 
away from a molester to put myself in the hands of a 
rapist was not lost on me. But that was the evil I 
knew. After only two days I had given up. I almost 
considered being raped a part of my job now. Maybe they 
had been right. Maybe I am just a dumb cunt.

I arrived at the plant fifteen minutes early and stood 
around the door waiting for them to unlock it. The 
looks that I was getting from my co-workers were pretty 
much what I expected. The men's faces were filled with 
a mixture of derision and lust. They knew that we women 
were not allowed to wear dresses and they knew the 
reason why. The kind of work we did would not permit a 
woman to preserve her modesty if she was wearing a 
dress. By wearing it I was saying that I wanted to 
expose myself. I wanted them to see those parts of my 
body that they were not supposed to see.

For that same reason the women glared at me with looks 
of pure hostility on their faces. I didn't blame them. 
I knew what they must think of me and if I were in 
their places I would have been just as offended by a 
woman like me as they were. They had no way of knowing 
that I had no choice. And if I were to tell them I had 
no choice they would probably respond that I did have a 
choice. I could just say no. I wish that were so.

When they finally opened the doors I placed myself last 
in the line to clock in. I knew that I would be 
diverted to Mr. Gant's office. The fewer witnesses 
there were to my humiliation the better.

I clocked in and then looked up to see the leer on Mr. 
Gant's face. He said, "Excellent choice Roberts. I 
think that Mr. Rove will approve. I assume that you are 
still not wearing underwear?"

I shook my head and he said, "Show me."

I glanced around and I didn't see anyone else around. I 
stood with my back to the workroom floor and lifted my 
skirt in front. He smiled and said, "Let's go."

I paused to put my purse in my locker near the time 
clock and entered the dark hallway to his office. He 
followed close behind. 

I felt my skirt being lifted behind me but it was a 
silly thing and I ignored it. I was going to be naked 
in front of him in a moment. If he got a thrill from 
lifting my skirt then so be it. It was no more than a 
minor irritation when compared to the other indignities 
I was forced to suffer.

Mr. Rove was in his usual chair when I entered the 
office. He watched me come in and called me closer so 
that he could get a good look. He nodded and said, "Not 
bad. You did better than I thought you would. I like 
it. Now take it off and let's have our morning fuck."

He is such a sweet talker!

I unbuttoned my dress and took it off. I was in front 
of him this time. Not standing in front of the desk in 
the center of the room. I was able to drop my dress on 
an empty chair instead of the dirty floor. 

When I was naked I expected Mr. Rove to make me suck 
his cock or lay me on the desk and fuck me. He was the 
manager and always seemed to go first. But apparently 
he wanted to watch today.

Mr. Gant got up from his chair and came around his 
desk. He pulled his pants down and stepped out of them. 
He dropped them on his desk and leaned against the 
front of his desk. In his most arrogant voice he 
ordered, "Get your sleazy ass over here cunt. Get me 
nice and hard so I can fuck that sweet ass of yours 
again."

I went over and knelt in front of him. I took his cock 
in my mouth and sucked it, taking care to get it as wet 
as I could. He was hard very quickly and he pulled me 
to my feet by a handful of my hair. I squealed in pain 
but I quickly stood and he pushed be down over the 
desk. 

He moved in close behind me and began to force his cock 
into my ass again. It was still painful, still very 
unpleasant and still revolting. It suddenly occurred to 
me that since I knew that this was going to happen 
every morning I should put some kind of lubricant in 
there before I left the house. It would be much easier, 
much less painful. I wonder if he would notice.

He fucked me like that for his usual four or five 
minutes and shot his little stream of cum inside me. He 
caught his breath and pulled out of me and used his 
underwear to wipe his soiled cock instead of making me 
suck him clean. 

I thought to myself, "One small favor!" That was one 
cock I wouldn't have to suck clean today.

When he was finished wiping himself however, he went 
around to the other side of the desk. He grabbed the 
bun on the back of my head and twisted and pulled hard. 
I opened my mouth to scream in pain and he forced his 
nasty underwear into my mouth. When I was suitably 
gagged he grabbed my wrists, stretched me out and held 
me down on the desk. 

I found out the reason for this rough treatment when 
Mr. Rove approached me from behind and I felt him begin 
to force his already hard cock into my ass. I was 
grateful now for what little lubrication was being 
provided by Mr. Gant's ejaculate. But even so, there 
was no comparison between their cocks. Mr. Rove's cock 
was nearly three times as big around as Mr. Gant's. The 
pain was multiplied exponentially as he rammed his 
thick cock into me. 

As he forced his cock into me with the force of a jack 
hammer I screamed into the nasty shorts in my mouth 
with every painful and violent thrust. I was certain 
that he was damaging me, tearing me. I just knew that I 
would soon be lying on the floor and bleeding to death. 
I didn't doubt that they would find that amusing as 
well.

It may sound strange but I was actually grateful that I 
was gagged. I wouldn't want the people on the work 
floor to hear me and be made even more aware of what I 
was doing. They doubtless already knew that the reason 
I was not at one of the work stations for the first 
hour or so every morning now was because I was in here 
having sex with the bosses. They hated me for it and I 
was humiliated by it. It would be worse if they heard 
the sounds, even when the sounds made it obvious that I 
was being raped.

Over and over I tried to force myself to relax and stop 
tensing my muscles. I knew that I was just making it 
worse for myself. But reason cannot deal with that much 
pain. My body was reacting to what may have been the 
worst pain it had ever experienced and the fear that 
pain engendered. I was totally out of control.

I heard them talking over my back. Joking about my body 
and my reactions. Discussing the relative merits of my 
asshole as compared to my cunt. I wanted to scream at 
him to fuck me and get it over with. Instead I just 
moaned in pain and wished that I would become 
unconscious.

Just like all of my other wishes, that one wasn't 
granted. I was all too aware of every torturous thrust 
his fat cock made into my body. I would even have 
preferred that he forced his cock back into my throat. 

It finally came to a violent conclusion and he left his 
cock in me until it softened and was expelled by the 
muscles of my plundered ass.

As soon as his cock fell out he grabbed my hair. Mr. 
Gant released my wrists and I was pulled around and 
roughly pushed to the floor. Mr. Rove pulled the nasty 
underwear out of my mouth and replaced it with his 
slimy cock.

I was crying hysterically and fighting for breath. I 
felt like there was a stake driven up through my ass 
into my stomach and I was certain that I was bleeding. 
But as soon as his nasty cock entered my mouth I 
started sucking it clean. I didn't dare do otherwise.

When his cock was clean he made me lick his balls and 
then he ordered me back to my feet. If I had anything 
in my stomach I know that I would have vomited. The 
pain in my ass and in my guts was unbearable. I pressed 
my hands against my stomach and stood bent over. I 
couldn't straighten up. The pain was too severe when I 
tried.

He laughed and said, "Don't be such a fucking baby, 
Roberts! You aren't hurt. In a day or two you'll be 
good as new. Now put your dress on and go to work."

I could feel the cum dripping out of me and starting to 
run down my thigh. I pleaded with him. "Please sir, I 
need to use the restroom. I'm not wearing pants now. It 
is going to run down my leg and the women will 
complain. Please let me clean up."

Mr. Rove looked thoughtful for a minute and then I 
thought I was getting a reprieve. He sounded so 
understanding when he said, "You're right Roberts. I 
don't want to be getting a lot of complaints. And you 
do stink. Turn around and bend over and spread your ass 
open for me."

I didn't know what he was going to do but I knew I 
wouldn't like it. I turned and bent at the waist. I 
reached back and held my ass spread open for him. Mr. 
Gant came around his desk and they examined my freshly 
raped ass and commented that it looked almost as good 
as new. 

I felt someone wiping my ass with a tissue, then 
another and then another. When I was clean enough to 
satisfy them Mr. Rove ordered me to stand and face him. 

I obeyed and he ordered me to open my mouth wide. I 
knew what was coming and I knew I was going to be ill. 
I was right on both counts. He crammed the three cum 
filled tissues into my mouth one at a time and ordered 
me to chew them up and swallow them.

They watched and laughed and joked and I could only 
obey. Obey and cry. The tears ran down onto my tits and 
dripped down onto the floor as I stood in front of them 
and debased myself even further for their amusement.

After I swallowed I was ordered to put my dress on. I 
pleaded to be allowed to go to the bathroom still. I 
had felt like I had to go since Mr. Rove first rammed 
his cock into me. He smiled and said, "Certainly 
Roberts. As soon as the clock strikes twelve you rush 
right to the ladies room. No, better yet, I want you to 
rush to the men's room."

Mr. Gant laughed as hard as I was crying. He thought 
that was priceless. I stared at him as if he had just 
pronounced the death sentence. He had to know what 
would happen if I went in there, especially now that 
everyone knew what I was doing in here. I was truly 
going to be the office slut now.

I was offered another tissue before I left and I wiped 
my eyes and my face and blew my nose. I didn't need a 
mirror to know what I looked like though. I must be a 
red, splotchy mess. I started to leave when Mr. Rove 
said, "Roberts! I hate that fucking bun in your hair. I 
want a ponytail from now on." 

I choked out a, "Yes sir," and limped down the dark 
hallway holding my stomach and fighting to hold back 
the tears.

I approached Mrs. Clark on the floor for my assignment. 
She saw me coming and I saw the look of disgust on her 
face as I neared her. 

I think that, maybe for just a second, she could tell 
that I was not doing these things of my own free will. 
I must have looked a hell of a lot more like a rape 
victim than a slut. But I could almost follow her 
reasoning as she came to the conclusion that if I was 
allowing it to happen then I was a slut. There was no 
other possibility.

She sent me back to the same position I had been 
working for the last two days. The hardest one on the 
floor. 

I had glanced at the time clock as I walked past and I 
was surprised to see that my most recent rape had taken 
less than thirty minutes. A new record! 

When I got to my station I found that I was hardly 
backed up at all. I suspected that someone had been 
working here when they had the chance and I was very 
grateful to whoever it was. Now I just had to make 
myself forget the pain and try not to think about the 
way I looked and do the job. It was still all about the 
only job I could get to support my kids.

Throughout the morning I was aware of my skirt riding 
up as I bent and reached and stretched. I saw the looks 
of lust on the faces of the men and the expressions on 
the women's faces that ranged from disgust to downright 
hate. I could only bite my tongue and wait for the day 
to end. 

I knew that it wasn't going to get better though. At 
noon I was going to have to go into the men's room. The 
restrooms are always crowded when they stop operations 
at noon. If you have an emergency they will allow you 
to go to the bathroom during the day. But they frown on 
it and doing it too often can get you fired. So people 
wait and then race for the restrooms when the whistle 
goes off.

I have never been in the men's room, or any men's room 
for that matter. But I assume that it is similar to the 
ladies room. At noon the ladies room is packed. Add to 
that my reputation and the likelihood that Todd, Buddy 
and Tim will be there and I knew that this could not 
end well. All three men had been making crude remarks 
since they had been called into the office and 
permitted to fuck me. Whenever I got close to them they 
groped me and they didn't care who was looking. Why 
should they? They had been permitted the use of my 
body. No, I foresaw a very unpleasant lunch hour for 
me.

Even then it wouldn't be over. I was working the night 
shift tonight. I was going to have to start all over 
again when the evening shift came on by satisfying Mr. 
Rossi. Mr. Rove was a cruel asshole but it was Mr. 
Rossi that scared me the most.

Throughout the morning I did my job as best I could. 
The men that I worked with went out of their way to 
make a pilgrimage past my station to watch me working 
in my short dress. The bolder ones did more than look. 
All morning long I had rough hands groping my ass. I 
didn't fight them. I couldn't. I didn't even look to 
see who was groping me. I also tried not to see the 
faces of the women who were forced to watch my constant 
degradation. I didn't need to see them to know the 
contempt that I would find there.

When the noon whistle blew I jumped. I had been 
dreading this but trying not to think about it. I shut 
off my machine and with my head down to avoid meeting 
anyone's eyes I walked to the men's room. 

The men's room and the ladies room were on opposite 
sides of the lunch room door. Everyone was going in the 
same direction and even though I was near the back of 
the crowd I know that many of the women had to have 
seen me enter the crowded men's room.

It was loud and crowded and just as awful as I knew it 
would be. Suddenly the men in my immediate area became 
silent and gradually the silence spread around the 
crowded room. Soon the only sound was the sound of 
urine splashing into a line of urinals along one wall. 

At first the men stepped back as I tried to make my way 
towards one of the stalls that lined the other wall. 
But I had gotten only a few feet inside when Todd 
stepped in front of me and asked, "Are you confused 
Roberts?"

There was a pause and then he asked, "Or did you follow 
me in here for a little more of my hard cock? Is that 
it Roberts? Are you feeling horny?"

He put his arms around me and his hands rested on my 
ass. He leaned down and kissed me and then he said, "I 
think I understand. Your old man got locked up and now 
you aren't getting your ration of dick. Well baby, you 
came to the right place if want some dick. I got to 
admire your spunk. Let's get this dress off of you. You 
don't want to get it messed up. You're going to want it 
later."

I shook my head and pleaded quietly, "Please Todd. 
Please don't. I don't want to do this."

But I never struggled as he unbuttoned my dress. What 
would have been the point? Besides, it had been drummed 
into me lately that this was what I was for. That my 
job was to service men, to do what I was told. I may be 
a dumb cunt but I was smart enough to realize that this 
was why Mr. Rove had ordered me in here. I also 
realized that it wouldn't matter if I fought. I was 
going to get raped again. Now it was only a question of 
how many men were going to rape me.

I was surprised at how quiet it was as my dress came 
off and I was put on display for close to thirty men. 
Hands reached out and groped me from all directions and 
then I was pushed to my knees right in the middle of 
the crowded men's room floor.

I heard some of the men leave, much to my surprise. But 
not very many. Almost as soon as my knees hit the floor 
there was a cock in my pussy and seconds later there 
was another in my mouth. 

The noise started picking up as the gang rape went on. 
There were many crude jokes at my expense and many 
comments about my body and its parts. That was all I 
was really, body parts. I was just warm places for them 
to put their cocks. That was all I would ever be to 
them from now on. I could never recover from this.

I didn't keep track of how many men used me. I didn't 
want to know. I didn't look at their faces. I kept my 
eyes closed and cried quietly and waited for it to end.

A bell rang to indicate that lunch was over in five 
minutes and the men started slowly drifting out of the 
room. The two men using me when the bell rang were the 
last. They left and I looked around and found my dress 
on the floor in the corner. I dampened some paper 
towels and cleaned my face and my legs and my crotch. 
Then I dampened a few more and took them into a stall. 
I sat and let the cum drain out of me for a few minutes 
and when it seemed to have stopped I cleaned myself 
again. 

I put my dress back on and washed my hands and face 
again. Then I limped back out to the work floor just as 
the whistle blew to start work again.

Mrs. Clark came up to me just before I turned my 
machine on and said, "That was close, slut. You were 
almost late. One of these days you'll give me an 
excuse."

I didn't yell at her. My throat was sore from all of 
the rapes in the men's room. But I glared at her and 
rasped, "Do you think I want this for god's sake?! Do I 
look like I'm having fun to you?!"

I had more to say but she looked like I had slapped her 
and I was suddenly afraid that I had already said too 
much. I turned my back on her and turned on my machine 
and went to work.

I had expected that after what had happened in the 
men's room I would be pestered my men coming around my 
position all afternoon. Much to my surprise I was left 
alone. I don't know why but I was grateful.

I managed to survive until it was time for shift 
change. I was relieving myself tonight so I didn't go 
out and clock out. But I knew it wouldn't be long 
before Mr. Rossi came and got me, or called the floor 
supervisor and sent for me.

Or at least I thought it wouldn't be long. I worked all 
evening dreading that call that never came. I finally 
decided that he must be dragging this out on purpose to 
torment me. There was no way he was going to let me go 
home tonight without taking his turn raping me. I 
almost wished that he would do it and get it over with.

It wasn't until we shut down at midnight and turned the 
equipment off that I started to suspect why he had left 
me alone. I waited until I was the last one on the 
floor and followed my co-workers up the hall to the 
time clock to punch out.

As I neared the clock I saw Mr. Rossi standing in his 
usual place with that arrogant look on his face. I 
started getting weak in the knees because I knew what 
he had in mind. He was going to drive me home again. He 
wanted to torment Laura again, perhaps even rape her 
this time.

He saw my face as I neared him. He must have seen the 
terror I was feeling. He knew what I was most afraid of 
and it just excited him all the more.

The first time he had taken me to my apartment I hadn't 
expected him to come in. When he did, it never even 
occurred to me that he would molest my teenage 
daughter. And I don't think that was his original 
intention. But he had discovered her now. He had 
enjoyed her youth and her beauty and her innocence and 
now I didn't doubt for a moment that he had more in 
mind that undressing her and humiliating me in front of 
my kids. He wanted to rape my little girl!

I punched out and got my purse from my locker and as I 
headed up the hall towards the door he stepped in front 
of me. He didn't speak. He didn't touch me. He stared 
down at me for a few minutes as if enjoying my 
suffering. I knew what he had in mind now and he was 
aware that I had figured it out. 

After several minutes he quietly said, "I heard you 
were busy at lunch time. You worked a double shift and 
fucked half the men that work here. You must be pretty 
tired."

I pleaded with him, "Please Mr. Rossi. Please don't do 
this. Let me go home. I never did anything to you. Why 
are you doing this?!"

He reached out and grabbed my wrist and guided my hand 
to the large lump in his pants. He smiled and said, 
"This is why I am doing this. Are there anymore stupid 
questions?"

I shook my head and tried to go past him into the 
hallway in the hopes that we could take care of this in 
his office. My fears had been right. He grabbed my arm 
and pulled me out the door. He stopped to lock it and 
then guided me to his car in the empty parking lot with 
his hand under my skirt and clutching my ass cheek.

As we walked I begged him not to do this. I had nothing 
left to promise him and nothing left to offer him. All 
I could do was plead for him to reconsider. 

He ignored me at first. But shortly after we got on the 
road he ordered me to remove my dress. When I had 
complied he reached down and felt my freshly shaved 
crotch. He chuckled and said, "Smooth as a baby. I 
can't wait to get you in the light and see it."

I gave up then. I was just wasting my breath. I covered 
my face and cried in fear and frustration. It was 
killing me that tears were all that I had to fight with 
and they only amused him.

He had only gotten half way to my house when he pulled 
off into a convenience store parking lot and parked 
right by the front door in the brightly lit lot. People 
were still coming and going. It was only a little after 
midnight and the city was not asleep yet.

He got out of the car and I expected to wait there for 
him to make his purchase and return. I was surprised, 
or I guess shocked better describes it, when he came 
around and opened my door. He looked down at me and 
said, "You still don't seem to realize how hopeless 
your situation is. You aren't a person any longer. You 
are property. You do what you are told. You no longer 
have free will. Come on bitch. We need to make a quick 
stop."

He pulled me out of the car. I was totally naked but 
for my shoes. I followed him into the store and as soon 
as we entered everyone stopped what they were doing and 
saying. Every eye followed me as I trailed self-
consciously behind Mr. Rossi to the coolers at the back 
of the store. 

I didn't want to see the faces on the other customers 
but it was unavoidable. I seemed to be the only one 
that was really upset by my nudity. There were four men 
and two women customers in the store and they all 
seemed amused. 

No, I take that back. The clerk behind the counter was 
also taken aback. He seemed to be from India or 
Pakistan or somewhere in that part of the world and he 
was really flustered. But he didn't say anything to us. 

Mr. Rossi picked up a twelve-pack of beer and we got in 
line at the counter. As each of the customers in front 
of us made their purchases they stood back out of the 
way and stared at me until we had worked our way to the 
front of the line. 

While we were waiting in line a man came in with his 
son. The boy appeared to be eleven or twelve. They came 
to a screeching halt just inside the door and you could 
see that the man didn't know what to do. His son did. 
He stared openly. The man looked around, looking for 
the Candid Camera people I suppose. Then he pulled his 
son down the aisle to the back of the store. They 
didn't come back until we left the store.

I followed Mr. Rossi back out to the car and he drove 
in silence to my apartment. He parked, but made no 
effort to park anywhere near the stairs. There were 
other people around now. Not a lot of them, but enough 
to make this humiliating. 

Before he made me get out he turned in his seat and 
said, "You are going to hate this. But you don't have a 
choice. So far I haven't told Gant or Rove about your 
daughter. I'm willing to let her be my little secret if 
you don't fight me. And speaking of Gant, we both know 
what he likes. Don't you suppose he'd get a kick out 
meeting your son? Think about it! You can fight me on 
this if you want. But you know you are going to lose. 
And if you fight me, if I have to keep threatening you, 
then I am going to make it worse. If you really piss me 
off then the game is over. So you need to make up your 
mind right now, before we go up those stairs, that your 
worst nightmares are about to come true. I can make 
your life a little easier or I can make it a hell of a 
lot worse. It's up to you."

I whispered, "She's just a little girl."

He chuckled and responded, "She's just a little girl to 
you. But she is definitely not a little girl anymore. 
If you don't want to see your two kids on their hands 
and knees in the supervisor's office you better not 
fight me tonight. They have as much to lose if you give 
me a hard time as you do. Do you understand me?"

I couldn't think. I didn't know what to do. My first 
job was to protect my babies. How could I not fight him 
on this?!

He took my silence as surrender. I suppose it was. I 
just didn't realize it yet. He reached into the back 
seat and grabbed the bag with the beer in it, he picked 
my dress up off the seat and he ordered me to get out. 
He got out of the car and locked it. 

At first I stood there by the side of the car as he 
walked away. I was all but oblivious to the few cars 
coming and going in the parking lot and the half dozen 
people who had all stopped to stare in disbelief at my 
naked body. I watched him cross the parking lot and 
head for the stairs before I came to my senses and 
hurried to catch up.

He was at my door before I caught up with him. He stood 
to the side and waited for me to unlock the door. I 
fumbled in my purse for my key. As I did I heard 
several loud wolf whistles from the parking lot and a 
few crude remarks about my ass. I ignored them and 
opened my front door.

Mr. Rossi pushed me in and shut the door. My kids were 
sitting together on the couch watching the tiny TV I 
had brought home yesterday and waiting for me. They 
looked up and I saw the fear in their eyes when they 
saw Mr. Rossi and, of course, my nudity.

I saw that Laura wanted to leave the room. She was 
instantly afraid and uncomfortable and she had every 
reason to be. Phil's reaction was a little harder to 
gauge. He glanced at Mr. Rossi but he stared openly at 
me. I was more self-conscious than ever after having 
just shaved my pubic hair off. 

I had become convinced that Phil was sneaking into my 
room and looking at me when I slept on top of my covers 
at night. I was disturbed by that. But I attributed his 
aberrant behavior to what had occurred that first night 
that Mr. Rossi had brought me home. I was worried about 
what Mr. Rossi was going to do with Laura, but I was 
just as concerned with the way Phil was being affected 
by what he was forced to witness. I feared that both of 
my children were being damaged by the things that we 
were being forced to do. 

Out tiny little living room seemed full with four 
people in it. My nudity only made things worse. I was 
so scared that I could hardly breathe. Laura finally 
snapped out of her trance and turned the little TV off. 
We didn't have any tables in the living room so they 
had placed it on a kitchen chair right in front of 
where they sat. She set it on the floor and sat back on 
the couch. I suppose that after Friday night she knew 
better than to try to leave the room. 

Both kids were wearing what they normally wore to bed. 
Phil was wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. Laura 
had on a pair of those shorts that looked like men's 
boxer shorts and a t-shirt. I had thought that it was 
cute and looked nice on her until now. Her outfit took 
on a new look in my eyes as I imagined what she must 
look like through Mr. Rossi's eyes.

Laura had a trapped animal look in her eyes. Phil 
looked nervous and embarrassed. I suspect that he had 
become aroused and was afraid that someone would 
notice.

It seemed like a long time before anyone moved or 
spoke. Or at least it seemed like a long time. Mr. 
Rossi finally ordered Phil to get up and put his beer 
in the refrigerator. He asked the kids if they drank 
beer and they quickly answered that they didn't.

He ordered Phil to bring four beers back with him. Then 
he sat beside my daughter on the couch. I remained 
standing self-consciously. I didn't know what to do. 
Phil returned with the four beers and Mr. Rossi took 
one. He ordered each of us to take a beer. 

I didn't like beer and I felt pretty safe saying that 
my kids had never tasted it. But we each opened the 
beers we had been given and took a sip. It was just as 
bitter and unpleasant as I remembered. They seemed to 
have the same opinion. Laura made a face when she 
tasted hers, Phil seemed more curious but he obviously 
didn't care for it either.

Mr. Rossi seemed amused. He said, "Drink up. It's an 
acquired taste. After you have two or three you will 
find that you enjoy the taste."

Phil and I were still standing. I couldn't help 
noticing that Phil had a hard on under those thin 
pajamas. It disturbed me but I guess I couldn't blame 
him. 

Mr. Rossi ordered Phil to sit in the chair and then he 
ordered me to sit in my son's lap. I think that once he 
gave that order his intentions became obvious to both 
of the kids, although, in retrospect, we didn't realize 
just how nasty his mind was and how bad our night was 
going to become.

I couldn't help watching Laura. She sat there on the 
couch beside Mr. Rossi and it was obvious that she was 
terrified. She probably thought that this might happen 
after the events of last Saturday morning when he had 
ordered Phil to undress her while I was sucking Mr. 
Rossi's cock in front of them.

Laura was staring at her beer. She looked so helpless. 
She kept sipping on her beer but it was obvious that 
she couldn't stand the taste.

Poor Phil was having a hard time of it too. He must 
have known that I would become aware of his erection 
when I sat on his lap. He was embarrassed about that 
and he obviously didn't know what to do with his hands 
or where to look.

Mr. Rossi was taking all of this in and obviously 
enjoying his ability to manipulate us for his own 
amusement.

He sipped on his beer and then he casually put his arm 
around Laura's shoulders. He pulled her close. Her body 
was stiff. She didn't relax into his grip but she 
didn't resist either. 

He grinned at me and said, "Put your arm around your 
boy and get comfortable and tell us all about your day, 
Haley."

I gave him a pleading look. It was bad enough that I 
had to live through those things. My kids didn't need 
to hear about them. I hesitated but he needed only to 
lift his eyebrow meaningfully and I caved.

I turned slightly and put my right arm around Phil's 
neck. This placed my right breast nearly in his face. 
He stared at it for a long moment and then tried to 
tear his eyes away. I wasn't sure if I felt sorrier for 
him as he struggled to do what was right or for me as I 
became Mr. Rossi's enabler in his efforts to molest my 
children.

I had the same problem that Phil did. Well, not exactly 
the same. I didn't have an erection. But I didn't know 
where to look either. I couldn't look him in the eye 
but if I looked up I found myself watching Mr. Rossi's 
hand inching down my daughter's chest toward her 
breast. I noticed that her nipples had hardened under 
that thin t-shirt. It was obvious and I knew she must 
be mortified.

Mr. Rossi became impatient. I had become so wrapped up 
in my kid's reactions to what was happening here that I 
had forgotten about the narrative that I had been 
ordered to give.

I took a deep breath and started to tell them about the 
horrible things that happened when I had first arrived 
at work. Mr. Rossi stopped me and asked if anything 
unusual had happened to me on the way to work. 

I don't know how he could have guessed. For just a 
second I wondered if he had somehow been responsible. 
But that was ridiculous. I suppose he was just asking, 
just hoping.

I told him, and my children, about the difficulty I had 
encountered when the morning breezes had begun playing 
with my skirt. I detailed the events that took place on 
the bus. It had been horrible, but compared to the rest 
of the day's events it was a mild morning commute. He 
seemed amused though and he made me go into detail 
about the hand that worked its way up my leg and 
explored my pubic mound until I reached my stop.

There was a brief discussion about the reactions of my 
co-workers when I showed up in a sexy dress. Then the 
real story started. I wanted to get this over with so I 
told them about my day in as much detail as possible 
because when I left anything out he stopped me with 
questions and just made it worse.

My daughter looked sick as I told of being sodomized by 
Mr. Gant and then gagged with his dirty underwear while 
Mr. Rove sodomized me with his huge cock. By this point 
in my oral diary Mr. Rossi had his hand over Laura's 
breast and was lightly moving his fingers over her 
nipple.

I could feel Phil's cock throbbing under my ass and his 
hot breath on the side of my breast. He was torn 
between staring at my naked breast and watching Mr. 
Rossi molest his sister. I knew that he loved and cared 
about both of us but I also knew that a teenage boy was 
a boiling mass of raging hormones and he couldn't help 
being torn between what he knew he should be feeling 
and what his throbbing cock was telling him. 

I didn't feel as sorry for him as I did for Laura or 
myself though.

I had just told Mr. Rossi and my kids about the order I 
had received before I left the office in so much pain. 
He interrupted me to tell Phil to relax and enjoy 
himself.

Phil looked at him, not sure what was expected of him.

Mr. Rossi smiled and said, "You know you want to touch 
her. She has a fantastic body. Touch her. She'll let 
you. Put your hand on her tit. See what it feels like. 
Kiss it. Rub your finger over her tight little pussy. 
You might as well try to get her excited since you are 
going to be fucking her later."

I heard his sudden intake of breath. It matched my own. 
He shook his head slightly and said, "Oh no! I can't do 
that!"

Mr. Rossi just chuckled and responded, "I would have 
thought that you understood by now boy. I always get 
what I want. Don't you remember the last time I was 
here? Aren't you listening to your mother? The fact 
that I am here now with my hand on your sister's tit 
and your mother is sitting in your lap naked should 
make everything clear to you. All three of you are 
going to do anything and everything I want. You don't 
have to like it. But you have to do it."

He looked down at Laura and asked her, "You understand 
that, don't you honey?"

She stared at her beer with that same despondent look 
on her face but she nodded her head almost 
imperceptibly.

It was enough to satisfy him. He turned back to Phil 
and said, "Go ahead boy. Maybe if you get her juices 
flowing she'll enjoy telling her story more."

Phil looked up at me and I could see that he was 
desperate for guidance. He didn't want to obey that 
horrible man but he didn't know what to do.

I leaned down and kissed his forehead and quietly said, 
"It's okay Phil. He's right. We have to do what he says 
or it could get a lot worse. Believe me, I know."

I sat uncomfortably and was forced to watch Mr. Rossi's 
face light up with pleasure as Phil put his empty beer 
down and wiped his hand on his shirt. He gently placed 
it over my breast as if he wanted to touch me without 
actually touching me. I reached up and held his hand to 
my breast and kissed his face again. I whispered, "It's 
okay baby. I know that you have some very mixed 
emotions right now. Don't worry about me. Just do what 
he says. Do what you have to do. I have had a lot worse 
things happen to me than being touched by someone that 
I love."

I took my hand away and Phil began to explore my 
breasts with a light, tentative touch. Mr. Rossi 
watched in amusement. He gulped down the last of his 
beer and handed the empty to Laura. He ordered her to 
go get four more. 

She took his empty and gulped down the rest of hers. It 
was probably warm by now and she had nearly half a 
bottle remaining. But I think that she came to realize 
that it was to her advantage to drink enough alcohol to 
numb the pain of what was going to happen to her.

She got to her feet and I watched Mr. Rossi watch her 
walk away. It was absolutely disgusting, and I was 
powerless to prevent what was going to happen here 
tonight. 

We sat quietly until Laura returned with four more 
beers. Phil's hand moved over my breast all the while. 
He was fascinated by it. He had seen me naked Saturday 
morning and I was reasonably certain that he was 
sneaking into my room while I was sleeping to look at 
me while I was naked. I didn't approve, but I suppose 
that I could understand. I doubt if it would have 
happened if he had not been forced to witness my rape. 
I didn't know where this was going to lead, what kind 
of relationship we would have in the future, but I knew 
that none of us had a choice here tonight. I hated 
this, but I didn't want to see my kids on their knees 
between Mr. Rove and Mr. Gant either. I just had to 
keep reminding myself that things could be worse.

Laura returned and handed out the four fresh beers. She 
sat down near Mr. Rossi, but not near enough to please 
him. He put his arm back around her shoulders and 
pulled her closer again. His hand moved back to her 
breast and he turned back to watch Phil playing with my 
breasts.

I put my warm, half empty beer on the floor beside my 
chair and sipped at the fresh one. I still hated the 
taste but I thought that Laura had the right idea. A 
little alcohol to numb the pain might help.

I was forced to continue my oral diary. I told of what 
it was like to work on the floor with a short skirt on 
and all the snide comments and the men going out of 
their way to come over and grope me openly. Then I came 
to the truly horrible part of the story, my lunch hour 
in the men's room. I watched Mr. Rossi place Laura's 
hand over his cock while I described being undressed 
and forced to the floor in the middle of that crowded 
restroom and raped repeatedly for the entire hour. 

I saw the look of horror on Laura's face but I also 
sensed the mixed emotions that Phil was feeling. He 
loved me of course, but a scene such as I had just 
described appealed to his baser nature in ways that I 
suppose no woman really understands. He touched his 
lips to my nipple for the first time as I described 
those traumatic events and his hand slid slowly down 
and came to rest on the inside of my thigh only inches 
from my freshly shaved pussy.

I felt the blood pounding in my head and my humiliation 
grew nearly out of control as I was forced to tell my 
kids of the events in that men's room while my son 
teased my sensitive nipple with his lips and worked his 
hand up until it rested against my slit.

I was so self involved that I almost missed the 
significance of Mr. Rossi taking Laura's beer from her 
hands. But the motion caught my eye and I focused 
again, just in time to see Laura sit up and pull her t-
shirt off over her head.

She put it on the couch beside her and Mr. Rossi pulled 
her back against his side and this time his hand fell 
on her naked breast. He stopped watching my son molest 
me long enough to get a good long look at Laura's 
exposed breasts. He teased her hard little nipple for 
moment. Then he handed her beer back to her and told 
her to put her hand back where it had been. He turned 
his attention back to Phil and me.

Laura reluctantly rested her hand back in Mr. Rossi's 
lap and he turned his attention back to me and my son. 
He was disappointed that there was no more of my story 
to tell. The men at work had left me alone in the 
afternoon.

I had to tell the kids about the stop at the 
convenience store on the way home. But there wasn't 
that much to tell. When I finished my story Mr. Rossi 
told me and Phil to finish our beers. 

I got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I 
knew that the fun and games were about to start and I 
wanted desperately for this not to happen. This was so 
unfair. I had done nothing to deserve this. I only 
wanted to be a good wife and mother. I tried to fight 
it but more and more recently I found myself hating my 
husband for what was happening to me, to me and my 
kids. I know that he had been desperate. But trying to 
rob a bank was such a bone headed thing to do. If he 
had only talked to me first I could have talked some 
sense into him.

Now it was too late.

We gulped down the remaining beer in our bottles and 
set the empties down. 

Mr. Rossi ordered me to give my son a little 
encouragement. I wasn't sure what he meant at first but 
I figured it out after a moment. I leaned down and 
lifted Phil's face to meet my own. I felt a shudder of 
revulsion at the monster I was becoming. I kissed my 
baby boy in a way no mother should ever kiss her child. 

He resisted at first but I pulled my lips away and 
whispered, "I'm sorry Phil. But he made such horrible 
threats on the way home. We have to do what he wants. 
We'll all regret it if we don't."

I kissed my son again and he started slowly returning 
my kisses. His hands resumed their exploration of my 
nude body. We made out like that for several minutes 
until Mr. Rossi said, "Okay bitch. Stand up and get 
your boy on his feet. Get those clothes off of him."

I pulled him to his feet and helped him undress. He was 
very nervous, very self-conscious. But I was surprised 
when I pulled his pants down. He didn't have anything 
to be ashamed of in that department! He was only 
fourteen and his dick was already larger than his 
father's. Hell! It was nearly as large as Mr. Rossi's!

I pulled him tight to my body and whispered, "I'm very 
impressed Phil! You are turning into quite a young 
man."

Mr. Rossi said, "That's very touching. Now get down 
here on your hands and knees with your face in my lap, 
bitch."

I dropped to my knees and placed my chin on his thigh, 
inches from where my daughter's hand was cupping his 
hard cock.

He ordered Phil to get down behind me and fuck me from 
behind.

There was a long pause and Mr. Rossi gave me a dirty 
look.

I looked Mr. Rossi in the eye as I said to Phil, "It's 
okay son. Just do it and get it over with. We'll talk 
later. I know you don't want to do this. Remember what 
I told you. We have to do what he says."

Phil got on his knees behind me and struggled to find 
my opening. I reached between my legs and guided his 
cock into me. I was embarrassed to find that my pussy 
was very wet from all of the touching. I didn't feel 
aroused. I hoped that he realized that I was doing this 
for the same reason he was. I had no choice.

Once Phil had begun to rock back and forth behind me, 
Mr. Rossi ordered me to open his pants and pull his 
cock out.

Laura moved her hand away and I struggled with his belt 
and the opening to his pants for a minute while trying 
hard not to react to what my son was doing. I pulled 
Mr. Rossi's large, hard cock free and he placed my 
daughter's hand back in his lap and instructed her to 
grasp it in her fingers and slowly move it up and down 
slowly while he stared into my eyes and enjoyed the 
pain I felt. He was an intelligent man. He knew that I 
was horrified at having to permit my son to have sex 
with me for his amusement. We both knew that the real 
horror was yet to come. I was going to be forced to 
watch him rape my daughter and take her virginity.

But right now I was more concerned with Phil. I knew 
that what we were doing was nearly as traumatic for him 
as it was for me. But I didn't want him scarred for 
life. If I overreacted I had no idea how it might 
affect him later in life. I felt cold inside. There was 
no danger of my becoming aroused during this. But I 
didn't want him to know my feelings. I wanted him to 
think that it was just sex and that when it was done 
and my boss was gone we could go back to being who we 
were, as unlikely as that was.

Phil lasted much longer than I expected he would. A 
young boy having his first sexual experience, I thought 
he'd be done in a couple of minutes, especially with 
his sister's breasts exposed and Mr. Rossi's hand 
teasing one of them. With all that stimulation I was 
surprised that he lasted for so long. 

After he reached orgasm he stayed inside of me and I 
don't think that his cock ever got soft. He moved his 
hands over my back and the cheeks of my ass lovingly, 
gently. I was aware of everything he was doing but I 
was forced to watch my daughter's hand massaging a cock 
right in front of my face.

It was obvious that Mr. Rossi was enjoying her 
attention. The clear fluid was oozing out of the end of 
his cock and running down over my little girl's 
fingers. I don't think I had ever seen so much of it. I 
glanced at her face and I saw the mixture of curiosity 
and revulsion as she stared at the throbbing cock in 
her hand and the male juices that were beginning to 
cover it.

After a few minutes, Phil started to slowly move his 
cock in and out of me again. I had thought that he was 
done and I was more than a little dismayed.

Mr. Rossi wasn't though. He encouraged my son to enjoy 
himself and then he instructed Laura to get up, remove 
her shorts and kneel on the couch. He watched as she 
obeyed woodenly and then, when she was in position he 
ordered her to begin licking the head of his cock.

She groaned, horrified at what she was being forced to 
do and the manner she was being forced to do it. But 
she slowly complied with his demand. Now I was no 
longer watching her hand move on his cock. I was 
watching her tongue and her lips, only inches from my 
face as she tasted a man's cock for the first time. She 
had tears running down her cheeks and I started crying 
too. I had tried to hold back my own tears but when I 
saw her like that I couldn't do it any longer.

I wanted to drive a stake right through this monsters 
chest. Instead I had surrendered myself and my children 
to him. I was living every mother's worst nightmare. 
No, worse than that, I was living a "worst of" 
collection of every mother's worst nightmares.

Mr. Rossi stared down at us for a moment and then said, 
"That's the hottest fucking thing that I have ever seen 
in my god damned life! A beautiful mother and daughter 
with their faces in my lap and both of them crying like 
babies. What a Christmas card that would make!"

He let Laura lick his cock for a little longer and then 
he said, "Okay sweetheart, that's good for now. Suck on 
it for a little while now but don't make me cum. I'll 
cum in your mouth next time. I want to pop your cherry 
tonight."

Laura took his cock into her mouth. Her distaste for 
what she was doing was obvious. I watched her 
struggling with his long, hard cock. It was obviously 
her first time and I suppose that it's harder when you 
hate the man you are giving a blowjob to.

Right about then, Phil came inside me for a second 
time. That must have been what Mr. Rossi was waiting 
for. He stopped Laura and gently lifted her head. He 
stood up and ordered me to sit on the end of the couch. 
He arranged Laura on her back on the couch with her 
head in my lap and before he mounted her he ordered 
Phil to stand beside me and let me suck on his cock 
while he fucked Laura.

Phil obviously thought it was disgusting. But I had 
done this so often in the last few days that it was 
hardly worth mentioning. I turned my head and took 
Phil's cock into my mouth and started sucking. 

I was almost glad for the distraction. Now I wouldn't 
be watching when this cold, cruel bastard raped my 
daughter. I smoothed her hair down and tried to calm 
her fears I cradled her head with my hand as he climbed 
up over her. Just before he entered her she took my 
hand and squeezed it hard.

I heard her moan when he entered her and I heard her 
cry out when he thrust his hard cock all the way into 
her in one violent stroke. He stopped for a minute. I 
doubt if his purpose was to give her a chance to adjust 
to his invasion of her body. I suspect that it is more 
likely that he was enjoying the feel of her hot, virgin 
pussy as it gripped his cock.

I sucked gently on Phil's cock while Mr. Rossi raped my 
daughter. I was surprised when he started getting 
another hard on. I told myself that I had to expect 
that from a fourteen year old boy. But still, it seemed 
to be adding insult to injury. My daughter and I were 
getting raped and he was working on his third orgasm. I 
suppose that if he could control it he would. I 
couldn't help but feel a little resentment though. I 
wouldn't say anything to him. And I was certain than in 
a day or two, when the scabs of this damaging and 
brutal day had begun to heal, I will have forgotten how 
I felt as his cock grew in my mouth and he built 
towards another orgasm.

I thought that we were well on the way to being done 
for the night. Unfortunately, Mr. Rossi had come up 
with one final indignity while he was raping my little 
girl. He noticed that Phil was hard again and building 
toward an orgasm in my mouth. He ordered my son to 
kneel beside Laura's head and let her suck him off 
instead of me.

She didn't seem to be listening and seemed to be 
unaware of what was going on when Phil turned her head 
gently and pressed his cock against her lips. She 
didn't resist though. She opened her mouth and once his 
cock was inside of her, Mr. Rossi said, "Suck it bitch. 
It's what girls do. If a boy or a man puts his cock in 
your mouth you suck it. That's it you sweet little 
cunt. Make it good for him. Suck on that thing."

Mr. Rossi picked up speed and swore loudly. Then he 
filled my daughter's pussy with his cum. He must have 
been very aroused. He seemed to cum for a long, long 
time. When he was done he groaned loudly and got off of 
her. 

He moved around to the side of the couch and forced me 
to suck his bloody cock while we watched Phil get his 
first blowjob from his sister. Phil had his eyes closed 
and his head tilted back and the look of ecstasy on his 
face was remarkable. He was obviously fond of oral sex! 
I watched through the corner of my eye as his hand 
reached out and came to rest on Laura's right breast 
and he squeezed it gently just before he ejaculated in 
her mouth.

Laura gagged and choked for a few seconds before she 
managed to get control and finally she swallowed. Phil 
had just fucked me twice and I found it hard to believe 
that there was very much cum in her mouth. I suppose it 
was just that it was her first time and she was 
inexperienced and unprepared.

The three of us were exhausted. Phil fell over onto his 
back on the floor and Laura went limp on the couch with 
her head in my lap.

Mr. Rossi walked over to his pants and shoes and 
started getting dressed. I breathed a giant sigh of 
relief when I saw him dressing.

It was over! Well, it was all over except for talking 
to my kids and trying to help them recover from what 
had happened here tonight, if that was possible.

Mr. Rossi finished dressing and walked to the door 
without looking back or saying another word. As soon as 
he was out of the apartment I sprang to my feet and 
rushed to the door and locked it.

I stood with my back to the door for a long minute or 
two with tears running down my face. I finally wiped my 
eyes and when I could see I saw Phil sitting up and 
holding Laura in his arms and whispering to her. She 
had her arms around him and was holding him tight. 

I asked quietly, "Does anyone want a beer?"

Laura took her arms from around Phil and held his face 
and kissed him. She whispered something to him and they 
kissed each other on the lips. Then Laura answered in a 
surprisingly calm voice, "Yes. I think we would both 
like a beer. Thank you."

I shuffled to the kitchen and dug three beers out of 
what remained of the twelve pack in the refrigerator. I 
turned around and set them on the counter and opened 
the drawer to get out the bottle opener. I looked up to 
see Phil coming back into the living room with two 
small towels. I watched as Laura spread her legs and 
Phil knelt down and used an apparently dampened cloth 
to clean and soothe her ravaged pussy and then gently 
pat her dry.

I stared at them. At first I didn't believe what I was 
seeing. Then I couldn't figure out if I should put a 
stop to it. Then I felt guilty because he was doing it 
and not me. By the time I had reached that point in my 
thinking process Phil had finished what he was doing 
and helped his sister sit up. No action was required of 
me.

I opened the beers and brought them out to the kids. I 
handed one to Phil and then I handed Laura hers. I 
said, "I'm sorry. I should have thought to do that. I 
seem to be the one who isn't functioning very well 
around here tonight."

I took a sip of my beer and sloshed it around my mouth 
to get rid of the bad taste. But while I did that I 
started to wonder. I picked up the towels that Phil had 
cleaned his sister with and instead of going to the 
bathroom I stood there and cleaned my own messy crotch. 
Then I sat down and looked at my two teenage kids.

I said, "It makes me wonder. How many of my other 
decisions have been wrong? Are we in such a terrible 
mess because I have been making bad choices since your 
dad got arrested?"

Laura answered, "I don't know what you could have done 
differently. We have discussed the things that are 
happening, mostly to you. We haven't been able to think 
of a reasonable alternative course."

We sat around dejectedly. No one made a move to put 
clothes on, not much point to that now. I caught Phil 
casting furtive glances at my body. It seemed strange 
since it had been on display for hours now and he had 
sex with me two and a half times. I noticed that he 
realized that he had been discovered and I smiled and 
said, "It's a little late to worry about that now Phil. 
Look if you want. I'll even leave my door open at night 
from now on. It bothers me that you have been sneaking 
in."

He blushed furiously. Laura laughed and said, "You 
too?! I thought the little perv was just doing it to 
me."

Laura and I looked at each other and suddenly we both 
exploded in laughter. It wasn't that funny. I guess we 
just needed to vent some stress. After we calmed down I 
looked at Phil and asked, "What has gotten into you 
Phil?"

He was staring at the floor and blushing a deep, deep 
shade of red. Busted! 

He shrugged and quietly responded, "I don't know."

I tried to sound reasonable, but I wasn't ready to let 
it go yet. I asked, "You didn't do this before did you? 
I mean, before all this started? Or did you?"

I got up from the chair and went over and sat on the 
couch beside him. I lifted his chin and said, "Look at 
me honey. I'm not trying to torture you here. I'm just 
trying to figure you out. You aren't in trouble, I 
promise."

He finally said, "No, really. I used to try to look up 
Laura's skirt sometimes when she wasn't paying 
attention. But after last Saturday morning it was like 
it was all I could think about. At first, when he made 
me undress her I felt so bad for her. I mean, she's my 
sister and I love her and I knew how embarrassed she 
was. And watching what he made you do! It made me sick 
that he raped you right in front of us. I mean…that 
didn't come out right. It made me sick that he raped 
you."

I couldn't help chuckling and he grinned self-
consciously.

Then he continued. "But later, after we all went to 
bed. That was all I could think about. It drove me 
nuts! I pictured Laura's naked body and I thought about 
what her skin felt like and what it had been like to 
put my finger inside of her. I got so hard that it 
hurt! And I kept seeing you naked and…doing what he 
made you do. I kept imagining what it would feel like 
and I kept seeing your beautiful body. Cripes mom! 
You're my mother but you look like a Playboy model and 
I never even realized it!"

"I couldn't get it out of my mind. I snuck into your 
room later. I knew you would be dead to the world. I 
didn't do anything. I…I just looked at your beautiful 
body in the moonlight and I wondered what it would be 
like to touch you. I didn't! I wanted to. But I 
wouldn't do that."

He paused and took a sip of his beer. Then he went on. 
"When I left your room I intended to go to bed. But I 
stopped in front of Laura's room. I'm sorry Laura. I 
didn't mean to do something wrong. But it was like I 
couldn't help myself. I slowly opened your door and 
peeked in. You weren't naked like mom. You were wearing 
a t-shirt and your underwear. You looked so damn sweet 
and so damned sexy. I moved a little closer and I 
stared at you for the longest time."

"I felt bad that I was doing it. I knew that I was 
invading your privacy. But I just kept watching you. I 
could smell you. You smelled so warm and nice. You 
smelled pretty! I know. Pretty isn't something that you 
can smell. But you are pretty, you're beautiful. And 
that is the smell that I get from you when you go by. 
When I smell that my brain thinks, 'pretty' and 'sexy' 
and I'm always going to think that when I smell that."

"I went to my room and sat on my bed and I felt guilty 
for spying on you, but not enough to dampen the 
excitement. I can't explain it. I'm only fourteen. I've 
never been on a date. Up until last Saturday morning I 
had never touched a girl that way or seen one naked in 
real life."

"Then, on Saturday when you were working, Laura and I 
started talking about what happened and about sex and 
we ended up getting undressed and looking at each other 
and talking about everything. I thought that would…I 
don't know, fix what was wrong with me. I know that 
what I was doing was wrong. But that night I went to 
bed and I couldn't sleep again. I kept seeing you both 
naked in my head and imagining what you felt like and 
imagining having sex with you. But at the same time I 
knew that it was so wrong to have those thoughts and I 
felt so guilty. I couldn't stop it though."

"I'm sorry. I love you both very much. I swear I do. I 
know I'm fucked up but I don't know what to do about 
it!"

The poor kid had tears running down his cheeks. I 
believed every word that he just said and I figured 
that if anyone was at fault it was me. I had allowed 
those rapists into our lives.

I pulled Phil into my arms and pulled his head down to 
my breast. I kissed the top of his head and quietly 
said, "It's alright Phil. It isn't your fault. If 
anyone is to blame it is me for creating this situation 
and letting those rapists take over our lives. I can't 
blame you baby. You are a fourteen year old boy. 
Basically you are an empty husk containing raging 
hormones. Of course, your sister is fighting the same 
problem. I guess girls just handle it better."

Laura chuckled and said, "Not that much better. I'm not 
completely innocent here. I was the one on Saturday 
that steered the conversation around to sex and hinted 
that we should take our clothes off. I have been lying 
in bed at night remembering Phil undressing me until my 
panties were soaking wet. And I know that I should have 
been traumatized by what he made you do mom. But I 
pictured his…his thing while he was making you suck it 
and I imagined that it was me sucking it. And I can 
still close my eyes and remember what it felt like when 
he touched me that night."

She was quiet for a minute and then she said, "And I 
might as well be completely honest. When Phil comes 
into my room every night and stares at me, I'm not 
asleep. I wait for him and I make sure that I am on top 
of my covers and my sleep shirt is pulled up enough 
that he can see my panties. I don't know why I do it. 
Well, I do sort of. I don't want to have sex with him. 
But when I think about him looking at me and wanting 
me, wanting to touch me and do things to me, Jesus! I 
get so damned excited! I want to tell him it's okay. I 
want him to look at my naked body and get a hard on and 
I think about when we masturbated on Saturday and the 
feel of his dick in my hand and how hot that cream was 
when it coated my hand. I didn't say anything about him 
sneaking into my room because I wanted him to. How sick 
is that?"

I sat back and had a long gulp of beer. I took note of 
my relaxed posture. My legs were splayed out and my 
shaved pussy plainly on display. My breasts on display 
as well. It wasn't intentional. But I didn't feel like 
I was doing anything wrong. I sighed and said, "We are 
definitely not the Cleavers."

I got two confused looks from the kids and smiled. I 
said, "An old TV show that, like many shows of that 
era, always ended with a moral lesson. It was before my 
time but I caught some of the reruns when I was a kid."

Everyone was quiet for a few minutes. I guess I need to 
call Ward Cleaver because I don't have a damned clue 
what to do now.

I remembered what happened a few minutes ago, Phil 
cleaning Laura up and helping her to sit up. I saw the 
completely unselfconscious way that they looked now. I 
was actually kind of impressed. I reached over and held 
Phil's hand and squeezed it. Then I asked, "What do we 
do now? You kids seem to be handling this a lot better 
than me, if you don't count the fact that my son is now 
a night stalker. Laura, if I had been raped when I was 
a fifteen year old virgin they would have had to admit 
me to the hospital. I would have been a basket case. 
You seem to be taking this very well. Are you handling 
this as well as it seems or are you about to explode?"

She thought about her answer for a while and then she 
said, "I suppose if none of the other things that 
happened in the last few days had happened and someone 
had caught me out alone somewhere and raped me I would 
have been a basket case too. I think that maybe the 
fact that events sort of led up to it made a 
difference. The things that happened Saturday, watching 
you get raped and surviving, that helped. The talks I 
had with Phil and the mild experimentation that 
followed probably helped. And getting turned on so much 
in the last few days probably helped. I think that the 
fact that we are all in this together helps. It's sort 
of us against them. I am pretty sure that what made the 
most difference though was the inevitability. I think 
that we all knew after that bastard left here Saturday 
morning that he was going to come back and he was going 
to rape me. I hated it and I would gladly kill him. But 
I knew it was going to happen and being able to sit 
here like this now and talk about it helps too I 
think."

I hugged Phil again and said, "Listen honey, I guess 
the cat's pretty much out of the bag now. I don't have 
a problem with you seeing me naked. I don't know why I 
feel that way now. I suppose that so many people have 
seen me naked lately that I'm not so upset by it now. 
If you want to see me naked come into my room when I'm 
dressing or undressing. Or join me in the shower. But 
don't sneak around the apartment at night spying on us. 
That's just creepy."

I looked over at Laura and I added, "You will have to 
come to terms with Laura on your own. It's harder for a 
teenage girl. She has so many things to deal with 
growing up that a boy doesn't have to worry about. If 
she doesn't mind you seeing her in her underwear or 
even naked then I'm not going to interfere. But you 
shouldn't be sneaking into her room, unless she doesn't 
have a problem with that. All I ask is that you two 
don't start having sex. What has happened between us is 
something that we are going to have to deal with for 
the rest of our lives. But there are some things that 
aren't right and they aren't right for a reason. Incest 
is one of them. You may be thinking that now that we 
have done the things that we were made to do tonight 
that it is okay to have sex with me or your sister. It 
isn't. That may be hard for you to understand. Some 
things just are what they are."

Then I had another disturbing thought. I had not been 
concerned with birth control because I had my tubes 
tied after Phil was born. I asked Laura when her next 
period was due and was relieved to learn that it was 
only a few days off. I asked her to call the free 
clinic tomorrow and find out what she had to do to get 
on the pill. I didn't want to find myself raising a Mr. 
Rossi, Jr.!

I knew that I was in for another hard day tomorrow. I 
was only scheduled for single shifts for the next three 
days. But it was already after three in the morning and 
that meant very little sleep tonight and a struggle to 
be on time tomorrow. 

I was grateful that I was going to be off on Saturday. 
I dreaded the bus trip out to the prison. And I had 
very mixed emotions about my husband. I guess I still 
loved him. But I was furious with him for the mess he 
had left me and the kids to face. With the extra money 
that they had given me in my last paycheck I might be 
able to afford to bring him a carton of cigarettes if 
our bills had been current. But we were behind on 
everything and it would take more than one hundred 
dollars to get caught up. He was just going to have to 
find some other way to get by in prison.

I stood up and kissed my kids goodnight. I went in and 
used the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I made sure 
that my alarm was set and I fell into bed naked. My 
bedroom door was open. I had nothing to hide now.

Phil and Laura stopped and said goodnight on their way 
to bed. I told Phil that if he was up again in the 
morning to make sure that I got up. If I slept through 
the alarm and was late for work…well, I didn't even 
want to think about it. I just wanted to keep the 
number of men raping me at work to a minimum. That was 
something that most women didn't have to say about 
their jobs!

I managed to hear the alarm this time. I only got three 
hours sleep and I was exhausted. But I had to go in. I 
sat up in bed just as Phil came in. He smiled and said, 
"I was just making sure you were up. See you tonight 
mom."

I thanked him and went and took a quick shower. I put 
on one of the far too sexy dresses that I was forced to 
wear to work now and put my hair in a ponytail. I 
checked in the mirror before I headed for the bus stop. 
Even with as little sleep as I had last night and as 
much stress as I was under lately, with the ponytail 
and the short skirt I looked like I was in my mid 
twenties. I couldn't help getting a little morale boost 
out of that.

I had learned my lesson yesterday. Today I was the last 
one on the bus. I didn't want anyone behind me getting 
a good look at my ass and getting the wrong idea. I 
don't know if that was the secret or not but I was left 
alone on the way to work.

I had to service Mr. Gant and Mr. Rove when I arrived 
but Mr. Rove did not rape my ass again. I guess he 
tried it and didn't care that much for it. It seemed to 
be the only thing on Mr. Gant's menu but with his 
little dick I had quickly gotten used to it.

The big surprise of the day was that Mrs. Clark cut me 
some slack for a change. Maybe speaking up for myself 
yesterday had helped. She moved me off of the position 
that I had been on for almost a week to an easier job. 
And when I got out there I found that she had someone 
covering it until I came on the floor. I might have to 
rethink my opinion of Mrs. Clark!

Thursday and Friday were comparatively easy days. I 
only worked one shift. There were some positions that I 
couldn't work because it would not be safe in a dress 
or with my long hair hanging down in a ponytail. But 
with those exceptions Mrs. Clark put me back in a 
fairly normal rotation. And she couldn't protect me all 
the time but she seemed to spend a lot of time near me. 
That kept the men from getting too carried away.

On Thursday and Friday I had to stop in the office 
after my shift and put out for Mr. Rossi. He kept going 
on and on about Laura and how much fun he had and what 
a good fuck she was. I knew that he meant everything he 
said. But I also knew that the only reason he harped on 
it was because he knew how much it upset me.

I used the ladies room off of the work floor after he 
raped me so that I wouldn't be dripping cum on the way 
home on the bus. On Friday I was sitting on the toilet 
and I opened my pay envelope and was relieved to find 
another nasty note and another extra hundred dollars. I 
hated what I did to earn it. But I sure as hell needed 
it.

I got up a little later on Saturday and made breakfast 
for all three of us and coffee for me. I had checked 
the bus schedule and I had to make several transfers to 
get out to the prison. It looked like it would take 
nearly two hours to get there by bus. I could have used 
our old junker car. It was only forty-five minutes by 
car.

I arrived at the prison with a bus load of women and 
quite a few children at a little before ten that 
morning. I had written to Mike to tell him I was 
coming. I tried to explain that I couldn't afford to 
bring him cigarettes until the bills were caught up. He 
was just going to have to cope until then.

I had never been inside of a prison before. I can't 
begin to describe how depressing and foreboding a place 
it is. I was surrounded by tragedy. Almost all of the 
women started crying and that got the kids going. I 
think I had a clearer understanding of them now though. 
I would be surprised if most of those women weren't 
crying because they felt sorry for themselves. They 
were living lives of quiet desperation and barely 
surviving, living for the day that their loved one gets 
released from prison. 

I wasn't crying though. I doubt if those other women 
were going through what I was and I was angry.

It didn't help that I had to permit a large, rude, 
arrogant police woman to run her hands all over my body 
and talk to me like I was a criminal. But I bit my 
tongue and did what I had to do to see Mike.

He met me at the door to a large yard that was already 
filling up with prisoners and their visitors. I hadn't 
known what to expect. I was glad it was a nice day and 
they were doing this outside. I was afraid that we 
would be talking through bars or on a telephone and 
seeing each other through glass like on television. We 
would be able to sit and hold hands and talk.

Mike looked like shit. Looking at him reminded me of 
something that happened when I was twelve. A man had 
moved in next door to us and he had owned a dog. He 
beat that poor animal constantly. I tried to pet that 
poor dog once and he would only cringe and cower away. 
If you called his name he would wet himself. I would 
hear him whining in the yard at night, when he wasn't 
being beaten. When the man was beating him the dog was 
silent. You just heard the thuds of the club he beat 
the dog with.

I had asked my dad to do something but he said that he 
couldn't. So one day I called animal protection. They 
sent a guy out to talk to our neighbor but nothing 
changed. The neighbor moved at the end of the month. I 
cried for that poor animal for years after that. I 
would be reminded of him and just burst right out in 
tears. He would have been better off dead.

Mike had that look. It scared me. He met me at the door 
and he seemed so nervous. I hugged him but he broke it 
off quickly. He led me off to a corner where we could 
be alone to talk. We sat at a small picnic table and he 
asked me about the cigarettes. I told him again that 
once the bills were caught up I would get him some 
cigarettes. We were living on next to nothing now. 
Cigarettes were expensive. 

The look on Mike's face scared me and I asked him what 
was going on. He didn't answer though. He looked up and 
I turned to see a large black man behind me. Maybe 
large doesn't give you the proper picture. He was huge. 
He must spend his entire day lifting weights. His arms 
were nearly as big around as my waist!

He moved around and sat down beside my husband and put 
his arms around Mike's shoulders. Mike just cringed 
like that dog had so long ago.

He looked down at the table and said in a voice so low 
that I almost couldn't hear him, "This Mr. Cobb. He…"

The huge black man said, "Your pansy husband was 
supposed to tell you that I own his little white ass, 
unless you brought some cigarettes with you. And I 
don't see you carrying any."

I looked around for the guards. I had noticed several 
of them when I came out into the yard. I didn't see 
them now. Instead, I saw a group of black men with huge 
arms and huge chests. They were covered in tattoos and 
they were they most menacing group of men that I had 
ever seen. They were quietly closing in around us. I 
was getting very scared now.

I turned back to Mr. Cobb and said, "I don't have any 
money for cigarettes right now. I have to feed my kids. 
When my bills are paid I told Mike that I would bring 
him some cigarettes. I just don't make enough money to 
buy cigarettes!"

Mr. Cobb grinned. He had a mouthful of gold teeth. He 
leaned forward and said, "That's okay bitch. I'm going 
to help you out. I'm going to help you make a little 
extra money."

I tried to sound like I wasn't intimidated when I said, 
"No thank you. I will manage on my own. I don't want 
your help."

He just grinned and said, "Little Mikey didn't want my 
help either. But he came around. Didn't you Mikey?"

Mike whispered, "Yes sir Mr. Cobb."

This Mr. Cobb turned back to me and said, "Since Mikey 
couldn't come up with those cigarettes he's letting me 
sell his ass to some of my friends for cigarettes. He's 
getting pretty good at it too. I use him myself every 
now and then. I didn't use him today though. Since you 
were coming I didn't want to waste my cum on his pasty 
ass. I thought I'd check out is pretty little blonde 
wife instead."

I started to get to my feet but one of the apes behind 
me pushed me roughly down into my seat and held me in 
place. 

I demanded that they let me up or I would scream for 
the guards. 

Cobb squeezed his hand around Mike's neck until it 
looked like he was going to break it. His face got hard 
and he hissed at me, "If you make a fucking sound, 
bitch, little Mikey dies tonight."

He grinned again and said, "It'll be a hell of shame 
too. Mikey is getting to be pretty popular with my 
friends. But it's just business. If I have to make an 
example of him I will."

He slowly relaxed is grip on Mike's neck and said, 
"Now, are you through bluffing or should we continue 
with our little meeting?"

He knew he had won. There was no doubt in anyone's mind 
that if I didn't do what he wanted they would kill my 
husband. 

I said, "What do you want from me?! I told you, I don't 
have any money!"

He calmly answered, "You can start by taking your 
clothes off and putting them on the table."

I tried to look around then. I was desperate to find a 
guard. Instead I saw a solid ring of hard looking black 
men with huge bodies. They were glowering down at me 
and I started to wonder if I was going to leave this 
place alive.

I glanced at Mike one last time and all I saw was that 
dog from my youth.

I slowly unbuttoned my dress all the way down and 
pulled it out from under me. I placed it on the table 
and reached for my bra. I suppose that all of the 
rapes, all of the abuse that I had suffered over the 
last week had led up to this. I won't say that I was 
prepared, but if this had happened before my first rape 
last Friday I would have freaked out right about now.

I glowered at Cobb and unhooked my bra. I set it on the 
table and then I slid out of my seat and removed my 
panty. I no longer wore pantyhose. I couldn't afford 
them.

Cobb stood up and walked around me. His hands moved 
over my body and I shivered in fear. His hands were 
huge and calloused. He could crush me without even 
thinking about it.

He turned me around to face him and said, "I don't have 
time for a lot of foreplay, bitch. But I want you to 
give me a nice kiss before I let you suck my cock."

I pressed my body against this black giant and 
struggled to reach his face so that I could kiss his 
large lips. He didn't bend down and so of course I 
couldn't reach him. He stood there amused by my futile 
struggles for a moment and then he grabbed a handful of 
my hair and held my face up and kissed me hard. His 
enormous tongue filled my mouth and he ground his lips 
into mine for a long moment. 

While he raped my mouth with his tongue I felt hands 
squeeze in between us. He had both of his hands on me 
and I opened my eyes to see what was going on. Cobb 
broke off the kiss and relaxed his hold and I looked 
down to see my husband unfastening Cobb's pants and 
exposing his huge cock.

Cobb was watching my face. He saw my terror when I saw 
how large his exposed cock was. I was sure that I 
couldn't handle that thing. It was nearly as large as 
my forearm! The knob on the end was a big as my fist!

Cobb just smiled and said, "Get her wet faggot."

Mike turned and forced his face into my crotch. I felt 
his tongue lapping at my pussy for a moment and then 
Cobb said, "Now get me wet faggot. Then you can help me 
get my cock in your wife's cunt."

Mike never changed expression! He turned and took 
nearly half of Cobb's huge cock into his mouth and 
sucked it greedily. I was astounded, and sickened. I 
heard some of the large men that surrounded us laughing 
at him and making derisive comments. One of them pulled 
his cock out and started stroking it. While Mike was 
sucking on Cobb's cock he said, "When you're done over 
there boy, come and get my cock ready to fuck your 
wife."

Cobb pushed Mike away roughly and picked me up. He 
dropped me on the end of the picnic table and Mike 
scrambled close and guided Cobb's cock into my pussy. 
It didn't go in easy and he wasn't gentle. I started to 
cry out but Mike clapped a hand over my mouth and Cobb 
called out to one of his men to, "Come give the bitch 
something to do with her mouth while I give her her 
first real fuck."

He looked down at me with a cruel look on his face and 
said, "Don't worry baby. It's probably going to hurt a 
little, but if Mikey can take it up his ass you should 
be able to handle it in your cunt." 

Then he leaned over me with his hands on the table on 
either side of me and watched as one of his friends 
forced his large cock into my mouth. When my mouth was 
full of big black cock, Cobb started raping me 
violently. Everything that had come before was nothing. 
Even my lunch hour in the men's room and the morning 
when Mr. Rove raped my ass paled in comparison to the 
pain I felt as these two large, muscle bound black men 
skewered me on their huge black poles.

I screamed around the large cock in my mouth until he 
was finally able to force it into my throat. It wasn't 
long after they started that I felt Mike licking and 
sucking on my clit while Cobb raped me. If that was 
calculated to arouse me it failed miserably. But I 
doubt if that was the purpose. It is far more likely 
that it was only to humiliate Mike even further.

The pain in my pussy began to fade as the pain in my 
throat became overwhelming and even that faded as I 
concentrated on my constant need for air. I was 
suffocating and the pain in my body was secondary to 
the desire to live to see my kids again.

I realized that I was drifting in and out of 
consciousness as they raped me. That scared me because 
I was sure that if I passed out I would die. My 
unconscious body would never be able to suck in enough 
air.

Those cruel bastards made it last a long time. They 
must have worked something out with the guards because 
they weren't worried about being disturbed. Every time 
one of them started nearing orgasm they would slow the 
pace until they had controlled the urge to cum and then 
begin to pick up speed and increase the violence again 
slowly.

That first rape, those first two men, their huge cocks 
must have been inside of me for half an hour. The one 
in my mouth pulled back finally until only the head of 
his cock was in my mouth and I opened my eyes to see 
Mike beating the man's meat furiously so that he could 
cum in my mouth. I looked in his face and saw that 
someone else had been fucking his face while we were 
waiting. He was red and his face had ropes of cum 
streaming across it.

The man finally came in my mouth and I nearly drowned. 
I had never experienced so much ejaculate from a man. 
But then, I had never been raped by men this large. Men 
who had been forced to live without a woman to abuse 
for god knows how long.

While I was swallowing that huge mouthful of cum Cobb 
finally came in my painfully stretched pussy. It was 
the most violent orgasm that I ever witnessed, and the 
most painful. His pubic bone pounded into me, bruising 
me, lifting me off of the table and slamming me back 
down loudly and painfully. I was crying loudly around 
the cock in my mouth when he finally came to a sudden 
stop and I felt his body quivering over me.

He pulled out of me slowly when he was finished filling 
my pussy with his huge load of slime. Before he had 
fully withdrawn his cock from me Mike was there to lick 
him clean. 

When he had cleaned Cobb's cock to his satisfaction one 
of the other men grabbed him by the hair and forced his 
face back into my sore, messy crotch. He growled, 
"Clean the bitch up so I can fuck her, faggot."

Mike's mouth burrowed into my crotch and he licked and 
sucked until there was no more cum to be found. I 
stared down at him as he worked and I knew that it was 
over between us now. I could never look at him in the 
same way again. I had been furious with him before. I 
blamed him, rightly I think, for the mess that I was 
in. I blamed him for the rape of my children. But now, 
watching him do these disgusting things and assisting 
in my rape, I knew that I could never put what I was 
seeing behind me. 

Watching him now I saw that he was dead inside. He was 
hollow now. He could never be a man again. If he was 
lucky, someone would kill him soon. I know. That is a 
horrible thing to say. But I didn't think that he would 
recover from what they had done to him. And I didn't 
think I could love him again if he did.

I don't even know how much longer it lasted. They 
didn't all rape me. Most of them did. They were all 
brutal. Every rape was painful. Mike assisted every 
time a different cock entered me and he cleaned me up 
after each rape. 

When it was finally over I was almost unconscious. I 
was starting to feel like that beaten dog myself. I 
understood how Mike had become the way that he was. But 
it didn't matter. We could never be together now. Even 
if, by some miracle he did survive his time here.

When they were through raping me they sat me up on the 
edge of the table and Cobb held a handful of my hair. 
He turned my face up so that I was forced to look into 
his eyes and he stood between my legs. When he was 
certain that I was listening he said, "Since you 
wouldn't bring me any cigarettes because you are too 
poor to buy them I have arranged for you to spend the 
rest of the day working at a part time job. A friend of 
mine will pick you up when you leave here and take you 
there. If you refuse him anything, if you disobey any 
of his orders he will allow you to leave. You will be 
free to quit your part time job at any time. But if you 
do, little Laura will be put to work in your place. If 
you don't make enough money to satisfy me then she will 
be pressed into service anyway. So I encourage you to 
give it your all. You will work at this job every 
Saturday night until I no longer want you. Now put your 
dress on and leave here. Wait by the front gate for my 
friend and go with him."

He picked my bra and panties up and handed them to 
Mike. He said, "Here faggot. I want you to wear these 
from now on."

Then they started wandering away casually as I 
struggled back into my dress. They took Mike with them.

I watched around me as I dressed as rapidly as I could. 
I saw the way people looked at me. I saw the fear in 
their eyes as the men who had raped me strolled past. 
And I finally spotted a guard. He was standing nearby 
and smirking at me.

When I had buttoned the front of my dress he came over 
and escorted me out. It was a long walk and when I 
first started to make my way across the yard I could 
hardly walk I hurt so much. But I slowly started to 
adjust to the pain and the walking seemed to help. 

As we crossed the large yard the guard quietly said, 
"When you come back in two weeks the guards get your 
skanky ass, bitch. We got a room all set up for you. It 
ain't going to be a one hour rape either cunt. There 
are a lot of guards working here that will enjoy a 
piece of your tight little ass. Count on spending the 
day. Maybe you should bring your little girl to help. 
She could be mama's little helper."

Finally I was outside. I was out of that horrible 
place. I drew one deep breath and there he was. A large 
black man appeared in front of me. And there, once 
more, was that arrogant look that all men seemed to 
have when they looked at me now. The sad thing is that 
I was starting to think that I was becoming the woman 
they were seeing. I was losing myself in the whore that 
they were trying to turn me into.

I had no idea how prophetic that last thought was.

The man, a carbon copy of the men who had just raped 
me, looked me over appraisingly and said, "Come on 
bitch. It's time to go to work."

I was afraid to ask what my new job was. I knew that it 
was going to be demeaning. I knew I was going to hate 
it. But first I had to pay for my ride. He led me to 
the parking lot and right there, with people coming and 
going, even young children, he bent me over the hood of 
his car and lifted my skirt up over my back. He pulled 
his cock out and began raping me just as violently as 
all of those other men had. 

I lay over the hot hood of his car staring blindly at 
the prison that was only a hundred yards away with his 
large black cock brutally pounding into me. I saw 
people moving past. Some stared openly. Others tried to 
pretend that they saw nothing.

No one spoke. No one came to my assistance. Not one 
man, not one woman, not one of the people in a police 
uniform that sauntered by. This didn't even seem like 
the same world that I had spent my life in before the 
attempted bank robbery. Everything was different now. 
Me, my children, we were all fair game and hunting us, 
bagging us, was an acceptable sport. 

Fuck Mike! Let him rot in that fucking prison!

I was roused from my depressing thoughts when the man 
raping me pulled his cock out of me and forced me to my 
knees. He rammed his cock into my mouth and said, 
"Drink it all bitch! I don't want to cum in your nasty 
cunt and have you dripping shit all over my seats."

I started to bring my hand up to finish him off but he 
suddenly thrust his hips forward and rammed his cock 
down my throat brutally. He held me in his iron grip 
and I felt his cock throbbing in my throat. Then, 
finally, it was over, for now.

He opened the passenger door and pushed me in roughly. 
Then he sauntered around to the driver's side and got 
in. I sat pressed up against the door and crying 
quietly as he drove into town. We went to a large, 
rundown building in the inner city. It was an area I 
would never have gone to on my own.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, trying to see where I 
was. Trying to figure out what my part time job was. 
There were not a lot of clues. We were parked in a 
large parking lot that was more than half full of cars. 
The wooden, two story building was painted a garish 
blue. The windows were all covered. There was a hand 
lettered sign that said, "Peanuts Place" over the door. 
Under that was another sign that said, "always open".

It was early in the afternoon now. As we neared the 
door I heard loud rap music coming from inside. My 
escort opened the door and pushed me inside. I saw a 
sea of black faces. A few people noticed us when we 
entered. But most of the customers were staring at the 
two young white women who were dancing nude on a small 
stage. 

I looked around in horror and saw more young white 
women circulating through the crowd and serving drinks 
and snacks. These women were nude as well. There were a 
few black women in the crowd but they were customers, 
sitting with their husbands or boyfriends or pimps, 
whatever.

All the other women were young and white and naked. The 
room was very large and very loud. A woman, well a girl 
actually, she didn't look any older than Laura, served 
a table full of men near where we had come to a stop 
inside the door. It was obvious from her face that she 
was not enjoying her work. As soon as she was within 
reach, large black hands were all over her body. She 
showed no reaction at all. She didn't complain. She 
didn't try to pull away. She waited until they 
dismissed her and then she went back to serving drinks.

My escort finally spotted the man he was looking for 
and we made our way through the crowd to a table near 
the stage. I heard some of what they said but the music 
and the crowd was so loud that I missed a lot of it.

My escort said, "Here is the new girl that Cobb sent 
over. She ain't broke in yet. You might have to keep an 
eye on her. But she's a great fuck and she can take it 
down the throat. I don't know about her ass. It didn't 
look like they messed with it."

The man that my escort was talking to was greasy fat 
man. He was wearing a huge colorful shirt that was 
stained with food on the front and sweat covered huge 
areas around his armpits. 

He glowered at me and said, "Let's see her. She looks a 
little old."

My escort ordered me to take my dress off and I obeyed 
without even thinking about it.

I unbuttoned it and he took it from me. He pushed me 
closer to the fat man and I was poked and prodded and 
turned until he had thoroughly examined him. Men all 
around us were watching in amusement.

When he had examined my body he looked me in the eye 
and asked, "Am I going to have a problem with you, 
bitch?"

I was too scared to say no. I remembered what they said 
about bringing Laura here to take my place or help me 
out. I saw young white girls her age all around me. I 
didn't doubt for a second that they would do it.

The fat man turned his chair out away from the table 
and said, "Get down here and show me how you suck a 
cock. If you do a good job I'll let you work here."

I looked down at his incredibly large, incredibly dirty 
pants and dropped to my knees between his huge thighs. 
This guy must have weighed four hundred pounds. Unlike 
his business partners, not an ounce of it was muscle. 
He reminded me of Jabba the Hutt.

I struggled to free his large, soft, incredibly nasty 
cock from his pants. His cock was cruddy and crusted 
with crap. I realized that if he was in charge of all 
of these young white girls he probably fucked as many 
of them as he could on a daily basis. It was one of the 
perks of his job. There was no telling how many young 
cunts his fat cock had been in already today. And I 
didn't need to be a psychic to know that it had been a 
while since his last shower.

I gagged on the smell before I ever got my lips on his 
cock. I started sucking, reluctantly, tentatively, 
until he slapped the side of my head so hard that I 
fell into a heap on the floor. He reached down and 
pulled me back up by the hair and said, "You gonna have 
to do better than that bitch! I shag hotter cunts than 
you all day in here. I watch them hop around naked and 
put out for my customers and when I get a hard on I 
fuck one of them. You want to please me then you are 
going to have to show me how much you love my cock. If 
you don't I hear you got a kid that's more to my 
liking."

I was crying again, but he seemed to like that. I 
shuddered at the idea of my daughter being brought in 
here. I would rather die. I took his still soft cock 
back into my mouth and gave him the most enthusiastic, 
the most eager the sluttiest blowjob that I had ever 
performed.

It took a long time for his cock to get hard. I was 
already sore from being gang raped at the prison but I 
didn't care about that. I only cared about keeping my 
daughter out of this place.

I tried not to think about all of the people around me. 
I couldn't help but notice when the two young girls on 
the nearby stage got down on the floor and put on a 
lesbian sex show. I was aware of them leaving the stage 
and circulating through the crowd. I saw two more young 
women go up on stage and start their performance. Men 
and naked women squeezed past me in the aisle and 
ignored me. I ignored all of that. My world revolved 
around the cock in my mouth and saving my daughter from 
this place.

I was just about to decide that there were no more 
orgasms in this man when a thin stream of cum oozed out 
onto my tongue. It was almost too small an amount to 
taste. Not that I minded. I was just grateful that it 
was over. 

It was over, but the day, and the night, had just 
begun. He pushed me away and zipped his pants back up. 
He took my dress from my escort and tossed it to one of 
the men at the table and said, "Get the bitch set up 
and show her what her job is."

I was pulled to my feet my yet another large black man 
and dragged through the crowd to a side door. As we 
entered the back room a young white girl was leading an 
older black man back out. The look of despair on her 
face reminded me of my own feelings. But she was so 
young and so pretty and it broke my heart to see her 
like that. No girl should have to see these things, do 
these things. She went past and I was led into a parlor 
like room. There was a young black woman at a desk just 
inside the door. She looked up and smiled when we 
entered. 

The man who had brought me back here led me into a 
small cubicle and drew a curtain over the door. He 
pushed me over the end of a small cot and I waited 
while he unfastened his pants and raped me from behind. 
It wasn't really sex. It was just a mechanical act, a 
relieving of tension for him. He had taken me into this 
little room and used my pussy to masturbate with.

I became aware of the sounds of sex all around me, and 
the sounds of pain. Many of the young girls being 
fucked in these small rooms were being used painfully. 
It was just a rape factory!

As soon as the man raping me ejaculated he pulled out 
and asked, "Do you know what to do now?"

I was pretty sure that I knew what he wanted. I turned 
and sucked his cock clean. 

He put his cock away and zipped his pants up. Then he 
said, "I guess you'll do. Let's go bitch."

We ended up standing in front of the young black girl 
who was sitting at the desk. She was smiling and happy 
and obviously loved her job. She was just finishing up 
a transaction. She had taken some money from an 
overweight black man in his mid fifties for the 
services of an attractive white girl that didn't look 
as old as my daughter. Then they went to find and empty 
cubicle.

I was pulled over in front of the desk and my most 
recent rapist said, "This is your new supervisor. You 
call her Miss Tanya. You do everything and anything she 
says."

The man walked away and the sweet, smiling expression 
left the girl's face like she had taken off a mask. She 
glowered up at me and said, "Listen up you old bitch. 
Here's the rules. You do everything I tell you to do. 
You do anything and everything that every man in here 
tells you to do. That should be simple enough to 
understand. You go out and wait tables and let all them 
horny old men feel you up until they gotta fuck you. 
Then you bring them back here and they give me some 
money and they do any fucking thing that they want to 
you. The first time you say no to a man in this place 
you go up on stage and put on an animal act with one of 
the big dogs we got out back. The second time you say 
no to a man then someone you love puts on an animal 
act. The third time they just dump your body somewhere. 
Aren't those easy rules to understand?"

I saw that she was actually waiting for an answer. I 
had a moment of panic when I couldn't remember her name 
but then it came to me and I answered, "Yes Miss 
Tanya."

She was apparently satisfied. She had a few more 
instructions. "We don't trust you bitches with money. 
We use a number system. When a man comes in he gets a 
number. He shows it to you when he places his order and 
everything he orders is billed to his number. He pays 
when he leaves. Someone will let you know when they 
want you to dance. I suppose you saw what dance means 
around here. You don't have to smile but you had best 
put your heart into shakin' your booty bitch. The men 
want to see your little white boobies bouncing when you 
dance. The bathroom is over there. Go clean up your 
nasty cunt and go to work."

I looked to where she was pointing. There was a small 
bathroom with no door on the other side of the room we 
were in. I sat on the toilet and when I had stopped 
draining I wiped myself and went over to the sink. 
There was a sign over the sink that said, "All 
employees must wash their cunts after using the 
bathroom!"

I saw a stack of face cloths and a stack of hand 
towels. I dampened a cloth and washed my thighs and my 
pussy and then dried them. I washed my hands and face 
and went back out to Miss Tanya. She scowled up at me 
and said, "You best not be spending that much time in 
there after ever fuck, bitch. You ain't getting paid to 
go to the bathroom."

Then she laughed cruelly and said, "But there are some 
that'll pay to go to the bathroom on you!"

She really cracked herself up.

She nodded her head towards the door and said, "Get 
your ass to work, bitch. You get to rest when they let 
you go home."

I dreaded going out into that room. But part of that 
dread was because I had never waited on tables before. 
I had no idea how to be a waitress. I started to leave 
but I turned back and said, "Please Miss Tanya, I don't 
know what to do. I have never waited tables."

She sneered at me and said, "God! You are one dumb 
bitch!"

She caught one of the young girls about to leave the 
room and said, "Hey! You! Bitch! Get your nasty ass 
over here."

The young girl hurried over and said, "Yes Miss Tanya!"

Miss Tanya said, "Show this new girl what to do. Girl! 
Ha! Bitch must be old enough to be my mother!"

The young girl didn't look pleased. She explained the 
system of charging the customers for their drinks in a 
little more detail and let me follow her as she served 
a few tables. She had only served two tables when a man 
stood up and took her into the back.

I was on my own. I had already begun to get used to the 
constant groping. These men were all rough and crude 
and everyone in here knew that we had to let them do 
anything that they wanted to us. I had one goal here 
now. Self preservation. I found myself hoping that 
since I seemed to be so much older than the other girls 
I would not be taken into the back as often. 

It didn't seem to turn out that way. I guess they must 
have known that I was new at it and they got a kick out 
of that. I spent nearly half of my time in the back 
getting raped. After the gang rape at the prison this 
morning the things that happened in the club were mild 
by comparison. It wasn't long before they started 
raping my ass too. That was hard on me. Some of these 
guys had some pretty big cocks. I was relieved to learn 
that, although there were a lot of extremely well hung 
men in here, many of them had cocks of quite average 
proportions. I was always relieved when I got one of 
those.

At around two in the morning I was almost falling 
asleep on my feet even with all of the abuse. I finally 
asked Miss Tanya when we were allowed to go home. 

She glowered up at me and said, "When they tell you to 
go home you stupid cunt. Now get yet your ass to work."

I had worked all afternoon, all night and most of the 
morning before the fat man that I had given that first 
blowjob too took me down another hallway into a small, 
dingy office.

He pushed me into a chair and sat behind the desk. He 
grinned cruelly at me and lifted a large, heavy 
suitcase onto his desk. He opened it and I gasped. It 
was full of cash! It was mostly twenties, but it looked 
like there was some of everything in that bag.

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a stack of 
bills. He slowly counted it out in front of me. It came 
to eight hundred and eighty dollars. He held it up and 
said, "That's how much you made for me tonight with 
your cunt. Bet you wish now that you had bought a 
couple of cartons of cigarettes."

I was so tired that my mind almost didn't function but 
I was able to do that math in my head. I had been 
fucked by forty-four men since I got here! Plus the 
blowjob I had given to Moby Dick here and the man that 
had first taken me into the back to fuck me and 
introduce me to sweet Miss Tanya. They charged the 
customers twenty bucks for the opportunity to rape the 
girls. Forty-six men!

He added that cash to the mountain of money in the 
suitcase and closed it up. He said, "This isn't all 
from selling cunt of course. The bar money is in here 
and we have a lively business selling drugs on the 
side. But most of our profit comes from pussy."

He put the case down on the floor and said, "Someone 
will pick you up at work next Saturday and bring you 
back here. If you aren't there, or if you don't come 
out, they will go to your apartment and pick up Laura 
instead. Personally I'm hoping you're a no-show."

He tossed me my dress and said, "Get dressed and get 
the hell out of here."

I was just about finished dressing when the back door 
burst open. The fat man looked up with a startled look 
on his face. I turned to see a man, a white man, 
standing just inside the door with a large pistol in 
his hand. He pointed it at the fat man and in a calm, 
quiet voice he said, "This is for my wife and daughter 
you slimy son of a bitch!"

There were six muffled pops. I saw that there was a 
silencer on the pistol. No one out front could have 
heard a thing. I saw the man look at me and I saw the 
dead look in his eyes. I thought for a minute that he 
was going to kill me too. But he lowered the gun and 
said, "You better get out of here. I'm going to torch 
the place."

I started to run out but then I looked back and saw the 
suitcase. I turned to pick it up and I looked at the 
man with the gun. He seemed to have no objections so I 
ran out carrying that very heavy suitcase full of 
money. 

When I got outside I had the presence of mind to stop 
running. The suitcase had wheels, fortunately. I put it 
down and started pulling it. I walked as calmly as 
possible across the parking lot and located a bus stop. 
I got on the first bus that came by and rode it all the 
way to the bus station. From there I caught a taxi 
home.

When I got inside, Phil and Laura ran over and were all 
over me. I had been gone all day yesterday and half of 
Sunday. They were terrified. They didn't know what to 
do. They were on the verge of calling the police.

I hugged them both and then I cried like a baby. I 
asked Phil to get me one of those beers in the 
refrigerator. He said, "They're gone. Mr. Rossi came 
over last night after the plant closed. He raped Laura 
again, a bunch of times. He stayed here for hours. He 
made her…he made both of us pose for dirty pictures for 
a long time. He seemed to know that you weren't coming 
home but he wouldn't tell us where you were."

I pulled Laura close and we cried in each other's arms 
for a long time. Finally I was able to get control of 
myself and I said, "It's over. We are getting out of 
here. We are moving to a small town and changing our 
names and starting over."

They looked at me like I was crazy. Level headed Laura 
said, "Mom, we didn't win the lottery while you were 
gone. We still have no money."

I smiled and picked the suitcase up. I carried it to 
the kitchen table and opened it up. The kid's jaws 
dropped open and they stared in disbelief. 

There was an excited chorus of, "Where did you get 
that?" and, "How much is in there?"

I was as curious about that as they were. We emptied 
the suitcase and stacked the money in neat stacks, 
separated by denomination. Most of the bills were 
twenties but there were a large number of hundreds and 
fifties as well. We started counting it out, making 
thousand dollar stacks. The longer we counted the more 
nervous and the more excited we got. By the time we had 
finished counting we had grown silent. It just didn't 
seem possible. There had been one million, four hundred 
thousand dollars in the case!

I told the kids to pack a few clothes and anything they 
had that they wanted to keep. I went out and rented a 
car. When I got back we put the money and a few things 
in the car and took off. We didn't have much to pack. 
Our clothes were old and we had pawned anything we that 
of value. 

I drove to a medium sized town a couple of hundred 
miles away and bought a cheap but reliable used car. I 
put the kids in a nice motel and returned the rental 
car to the place where I picked it up. I caught a bus 
back to the town where the kids were waiting. In the 
car we had talked about what had happened to Laura last 
night and I told them some of what happened to me and I 
told them how I came into possession of the money.

I stressed that we were going to have to hide our old 
identity because that prison gang seemed to have a lot 
of information and a lot of ties to the outside world. 
We had a lot of their money and the odds were that 
unless they were convinced that it had gone up in smoke 
they would be looking for it.

I had no idea how to obtain new identities but I 
figured if we moved far enough away I could find a way 
with this much money.

Actually, it turned out to be easier than I thought. We 
were in no hurry since we didn't know where we were 
going and weren't in a hurry to get there. We drove 
around the country for a couple of weeks. We bought 
clothes and some of the toys that we had always wanted 
but could never have. 

Then we crossed into Canada. After discreetly asking 
around for a while I found some U.S. citizens that had 
come to Canada during the Vietnam War and stayed. They 
had become more active again thanks to the fiasco in 
Iraq and they were able to help me get new identities 
for me and the kids. They even provided me with fake 
school records. 

We bought a nice house in a pleasant little town and 
now, a year later, we have stopped looking over our 
shoulders. I found a job at the town library. I don't 
really need to work but I can't just stay home all day. 
The kids like their new school and are doing well. 

Laura has started dating and after what that poor girl 
went through I'm not worried about her. She has one 
hell of a head on her shoulders. But then, unlike most 
mothers of teenage girls, after what we went through I 
don't really care if she has sex with her boyfriend as 
long as she is careful and takes the normal 
precautions.

Phil has started dating too. I have to keep an eye on 
him. He had much too much of the wrong kind of sex 
education and I want to make sure he has kept things in 
perspective. I think he's going to be okay though.

Neither Laura nor I close our bedroom doors or the 
bathroom doors. Once in a while Phil will join us in 
the shower or sit around in the nude on our beds and 
talk. Laura and I have both helped him out with a 
little relief when he gets a little too horny. But we 
try not to let it get out of hand.

I think that the biggest hurdle was convincing the kids 
that their father could no longer be a part of our 
lives. I stressed that if they tried to contact him 
that I did not doubt for a second that within twenty-
four hours there would be a large group of very bad men 
in our house. The odds are very high that if that 
happened Phil would die and Laura and I would spend 
what little remained of our lives as prostitutes. 

I told them that their father was not the same man that 
went away. He had been beaten down and he was dead on 
the inside. The best thing that they could do for him 
was to remember him fondly the way that he had been 
when they were younger. We had never been very well off 
but we had been a happy and loving family until he lost 
his job and couldn't find another.

I have not started going out with men. I have had a few 
offers from men that seemed very nice. But I'm not 
ready for that yet. I miss being loved. Every human 
being needs that. But I have a lot of abuse that I have 
to get past before I can trust a man again. I hope it 
will happen someday though.

Oh, I almost forgot. The fire had been big news for a 
while. We all followed it pretty closely. They caught 
the guy that killed the fat man and they rounded up a 
truck load of pretty, young, naked white girls and a 
bunch of drunk and rowdy black men at the scene of the 
fire.

The story of the forced prostitution came out. They 
were unable to prove any of the survivors of the fire 
were involved though. The fire had completely enveloped 
the office area. The fat man's body was just ashes. No 
mention was made of missing money.

There were allegations that all of the girls who were 
forced into prostitution there had ended up there as a 
result of a close relative in the local federal prison 
being threatened with death. But there was no proof. 
None of the men and women who were locked up with the 
gangs that were thought to be responsible and were 
being terrorized by them would say a word to the 
authorities. They were all too terrified, too beaten 
down to testify.

I thought once more of that whipped dog. Those people 
were already dead inside.

The End

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

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

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