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Cameron
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young woman goes out one evening to take her mind off 
the 6 month anniversary of her divorce and meets a man 
who nearly destroys her. (M+/F, nc, exh, oral, anal, 
huml)

***

Tomorrow, Saturday, my divorce will have been final for 
six months. I was married for less than a year when I 
caught the sorry son of a bitch in my bed with his 
secretary. I had been suspicious for more than a month 
that something was going on. But damn, we were 
newlyweds for Christ's sake! How could he?! 

I guess I should have known better. We had met when I 
was fresh out of college and just started working at 
Pell & Pell, Inc. He is a junior executive and I worked 
as an assistant to his best friend, Dave. 

We had only been dating for three months when we got 
engaged, and I had only known him for nine months when 
we got married. Now, at the ripe old age of twenty-
three, I was a divorced woman. 

Things at work were a little uncomfortable now, 
although my boss, my ex's best friend, has been on my 
side and very nice to me, very supportive. I thought 
about finding another job. But this is a great place to 
work and I really think I have a good future here.

My name is Cam, by the way. Cameron Denton. I have gone 
back to using my maiden name. I am twenty-three years 
old. I stand 5'6", and weigh 118 pounds. I have dark 
red hair and a very good figure. I am slender and I 
guess you could say I am cute, as opposed to beautiful, 
or striking. When you are trying to get started in the 
business world though, 'cute' is not necessarily an 
asset.

Since the divorce I have been hanging around my 
apartment. Well, I haven't been hanging around so much 
as sitting around sulking. One of the problems with 
that is that I have always had a pretty healthy sexual 
appetite and I was starting to really miss having a 
steady diet of sex.

I don't really have a 'best friend'. Actually, in my 
whole life I never had someone I was that close to. Not 
like those girls I knew in high school and college who 
had best friends who knew every intimate detail of 
their lives and they talked on the phone for an hour 
every night and had sleepovers and were closer than 
sisters. I had friends. I was never a loner; I just 
never got "that" close to anyone. Not even Ricky, the 
prick I married, I suppose.

I don't have a best friend, but I have friends. Two of 
them made plans to take me out tomorrow and have dinner 
and maybe go dancing for a little while, the goal being 
to take my mind off of my six month anniversary. I 
hadn't really wanted to go at first. But I had been 
talked into it, and once I accepted I started actually 
looking forward to it. Maybe I could meet some tall, 
dark and handsome stranger and spend a passionate night 
enjoying some meaningless sex. 

Unfortunately, we had to postpone my night out for two 
weeks. Karen, my friend, had been in charge of planning 
our little night out. But there had been a death in her 
family and she had to fly immediately. 

At first I was almost relieved. But as I was sitting 
around Friday night, sipping on a glass of wine and 
reading a good book, I started thinking about that 
tall, dark and handsome stranger I had hoped to meet. I 
ended up in bed wrapping my thighs around a vibrator. 

While I had no trouble achieving a few physically 
satisfying orgasms, the mental stimulation was lacking. 
The erotic pleasure I receive from the look of lust in 
a strong man's eyes, the touch of his hand on my breast 
or thigh, the look in his eyes when he sees me naked, 
the hot, passionate kisses, and of course, the feel of 
a hard, hot, throbbing cock, as opposed to a cold, 
vibrating piece of plastic.

I finally went to sleep, and the next morning, even 
though I was prepared, I could not help feeling sad 
about my failed marriage. Even though it had not been 
my fault, I couldn't help feeling like a bit of a 
failure for not even being able to make my marriage 
last a whole year. I ended up, just as my friends and I 
had anticipated, moping around the house and feeling 
sorry for myself.

I went out for a walk in the afternoon, thinking it 
would do me some good to get out of the house. There is 
a small park near my house and I spent an hour walking 
around, me and hundreds of couples of all ages walking 
hand in hand. I should have stayed home.

I went back to my place and headed for the ice cream in 
the freezer. I pulled it out and put it on the counter 
and stared at it for a minute and then I said to 
myself, "Fuck it! That asshole broke my heart and made 
me cry. I am not going to let him make me fat!"

The best thing I could do, I told myself, would be to 
get dressed up in the hottest outfit in my closet, 
wearing the sexiest underwear I owned, and go dancing. 
I liked to dance. I liked shaking what I have and 
driving guys crazy. I want to be respected for my 
brain, but a girl still needs to know she is sexy. 

I went to my closet and pulled out my favorite little 
black dress. The emphasis there is on little. So 
little, in fact, that I could not wear a bra with it. 
Luckily I don't really need one. I chose a lacy black 
bikini panty and a pair of black thigh high stockings 
and a recently purchased, but never worn, pair of fuck 
me shoes that really made my ass stick out.

I took a long hot shower and did my make up. It was 
still early, but I was afraid that if I sat around I 
would change my mind, so I dressed and went down to the 
street to find a cab. It wasn't until the driver asked 
me where I wanted to go that I realized I didn't have a 
club in mind. It had been so long that I didn't know 
what was open or what was hot. 

The driver looked to be an American, which is pretty 
rare these days. He also seemed young enough that he 
might have a clue about what was hot, so I explained to 
him that I had not been out in almost a year and I 
didn't know where to go. I wanted somewhere hot to go 
dancing. 

He smiled and said, "I know just the place Miss. 
Everyone seems to be going to The Frame Shop. It has 
only been open for a couple of months. The guys that 
own it also own The Ruby Slipper. But the slipper is on 
the way out."

I thanked him and we talked a little as he drove me to 
the club. We were there in about fifteen minutes. He 
pulled up to the curb and I paid him, and gave him a 
good tip. I got out of the cab and went into the club. 

It was a typical dance club, loud and smoky. I sat at 
the bar and ordered a drink and looked around. It was 
early and not yet crowded, but still there were a lot 
of people. Some couples, but it seemed to be mostly men 
hunting for, well, probably the same thing I was 
hunting for. 

It wasn't long before I was asked to dance. I was 
nervous at first; it had been a long time. But as soon 
as I got out on the dance floor I forgot all of my 
troubles.

I danced as sexily as I knew how. I spotted the looks I 
was getting from the men sitting around the dance 
floor. And that just egged me on. After a couple of 
dances I headed back to the bar. The guy asked me to 
join him, but I wasn't ready to pick someone yet, and 
he wasn't who I would pick anyway. 

I had a couple more drinks and danced with a couple 
more guys. The place was starting to get crowded when 
tall, dark and handsome asked me to dance. He was just 
the guy I was waiting for. Not just tall, dark and 
handsome, but even better, he had that hint of danger 
about him that gets women so excited. 

I danced with him for, god, I don't know, I lost track 
of how long. For the first time that evening I danced 
to a couple of slow songs. He took me in his arms and 
held me close and even though our only conversation had 
been a few words shouted at each other on the dance 
floor, I was sure that he was the one I wanted to have 
that meaningless sex with.

When the song ended he led me to his booth. He didn't 
ask, he put his arm around me and led me to his booth. 
He had two friends with him, but he ignored them, after 
introductions were made, and so did I. 

His name was Don. His friends were Paul and KC. They 
all seemed to be in their late twenties or early 
thirties. Paul was a large, powerful looking blonde who 
looked to be about thirty. KC too was a well built man, 
all three of them were. KC was a very dark skinned 
African-American.

All three men were wearing business suits. They all 
worked for the same company and were here from Los 
Angeles to take care of some software problems with one 
of their branch offices here in town. 

They had come to town on Wednesday and this was their 
first night out. They expected to be here for at least 
another week. That was about all I could find out in 
this loud environment. Since we couldn't talk, we 
somehow ended up kissing. 

Don pulled me close and really took control; it was 
very sexy the way he took charge. He was a very good 
kisser too. Before long I felt his hand on my breast 
and I didn't object in the least. It felt great! I 
opened my eyes briefly and saw Don's two friends 
watching, but I didn't care. I closed my eyes and just 
enjoyed being sexy.

We got up to dance a few more times, each time for a 
very long time. By midnight I was exhausted. Don was 
reading me like a book. He knew I was ready. He paid 
the tab and led me outside, his friends following 
behind. We got a cab and Don told the driver to take us 
to the Riverside Hilton. 

I was sitting between Don and KC in the back seat. Don 
put his arm around me and pulled me close for a kiss. I 
could feel my skirt pulling up and I pulled back to try 
to adjust it. I looked down and I could see the crotch 
of my panties. 

I also saw Paul and KC watching closely. But Don pulled 
me back against him and started kissing me again, and 
molding my breast with his large hand. It was stupid, I 
know, but at the time I was kind of excited about being 
watched. I was aroused by the knowledge that two men I 
didn't know at all were looking at my thighs and could 
see my underwear. It was just making me hotter and I 
wanted nothing more than to get to Don's room and get 
fucked, long and hard.

The cab pulled up to the hotel and Paul paid the driver 
as we got out. We got into the elevator, and on the way 
up to the ninth floor Don was kissing me hard. He was 
also running his hands up the backs of my thighs onto 
my butt, lifting my skirt and exposing my backside to 
his friends. I tried to push his hands away, but he 
ignored me. Finally I gave up and put my arms around 
his neck and tried not to think about the show they 
were getting.

When the elevator came to a stop I heard a gasp. But I 
couldn't see what was happening for nearly another 
minute, not until Don finally let me go. I turned 
around and saw two older women and their teenage 
daughters staring at me. 

I was extremely embarrassed, but as we left the 
elevator and I was guided along to Don's room I was 
aware that I was also very excited. I was not normally 
an exhibitionist. Quite the opposite, I always dressed 
conservatively. Well, normally. I had to admit that my 
dress tonight was more daring than normal. 

But even so, everything that needed to be covered in 
public had always been covered. At least it always had 
in the past. I remembered my panties being exposed in 
the cab and now the long kiss in the elevator with my 
skirt pulled up and my rear end exposed. I should have 
been alarmed. I should have stayed in the elevator and 
gone back down. 

Instead I was high on hormones and I was letting them 
submit to Don. It was submission too. In all of my 
other relationships I was, if not in charge, at least 
an equal partner. Not now. I was being urged along out 
of control. I was powerless, and it excited me.

Don stopped and slid his key card into his door and 
went in, pulling me in after him. I was a bit put out 
that his friends followed. I suppose I assumed that 
they would just have a nightcap or something, and then 
go to their own rooms. 

I looked around as we entered. It was not a room. It 
was a huge suite. It was bigger than my apartment. Don 
sat on a large leather sofa and pulled me into his lap. 
I heard his friends making themselves drinks and then 
sitting down nearby. It was kind of eerie actually. 
They never talked. They just watched.

Don was kissing me again, and moving his hand up my 
thigh to the wet crotch panel of my underwear. I gasped 
when he touched me, the feeling going through me like 
an electric shock. It has been so long since I had felt 
a man's touch there. But I grabbed his hand and tried 
to restrain him. 

"Not yet," I whispered in his ear. "Please, Don, wait 
until your friends leave."

Don kissed me again and despite my best efforts he 
continued to rub my pussy through my underwear. Then he 
said, "My friends aren't leaving baby. Now you can 
fight me if you want, but you will lose. I am going to 
fuck you tonight. That is what we both want. So quit 
playing games."

I tried to pull away and said, "No god damn it. Not 
with an audience! Either they go or I go!"

Don smiled and said, "They'll get their 'go' soon 
enough. Now stop fucking around and put your arms 
around my neck."

And I did! I don't know why. I am not that kind of 
girl. I wasn't drugged. I had a few drinks tonight but 
I wasn't drunk. I was also, no longer in charge. Not of 
the situation, not of me, or what happened to me.

Don smiled at my surrender and started kissing me 
again, and I kissed him right back. I felt his hands 
moving over and exposing my body and I was incredibly 
conscious of the two men watching us. And when his hand 
returned to my crotch once more I fought to hide my 
orgasm from him, from them. I did not succeed. 

Don broke the kiss and said, "That's a good girl. Go 
with it. You are going to have the time of your life 
tonight baby."

I felt him pulling down the zipper on the back of my 
dress and I closed my eyes and buried my face in his 
neck. I could not believe I was letting this happen to 
me. But I was. I did. I kept my face covered as he 
pulled my dress down to my waist, exposing my lust 
swollen breasts and my hard puffy nipples.

I bit my lip in my effort to stay silent as he leaned 
down and took one of my nipples into his hot mouth and 
sucked and nibbled on it. I wrapped my arms around his 
head and pulled him tightly to my breast as he lifted 
me up and slipped my dress out from under me and slid 
it down my legs. 

I was excruciatingly aware that I was now in a room 
with three large, strong men whom I had just met, in 
only my panties and stockings. I was also aware of a 
very large lump under my ass. His cock felt huge. 

Don finally broke our kiss and stood me up facing his 
friends. I tried to cover my breasts and as I did I 
felt my panties being pulled off. Don picked up each of 
my feet in turn and I saw him bring my underwear to his 
face as he sniffed loudly and obscenely at the wet 
crotch panel.

He stood behind me then and held my arms to my side. As 
he kissed and nibbled on my neck KC spoke for the first 
time that evening. "Look at that bright red snatch!" he 
said in amazement. "I have never seen a naked redhead 
before. It looks like her pussy is on fire," he joked.

Don finally released me and I was aware of him behind 
me, undressing rapidly. In a moment I felt him against 
my back again, his hands caressing my breasts and his 
long, hard cock throbbing against my back.

He turned me in profile to his friends and pushed me to 
my knees. Suddenly in my face was the largest, sexiest, 
most intimidating male organ I had ever seen! It was at 
least nine inches long. Don never said, and I never 
measured it. I put my hand around the base of it. Well, 
not all the way around, it didn't go all the way 
around. With my fist around the base of his cock there 
was nearly and inch of space between the tip of my 
thumb and the tip of my middle finger. 

With Don's cock moving around my face I looked up at 
him and said, "Please, don't hurt me."

He smiled down and responded, "Don't worry, you'll get 
used to it after a while."

The threat implied in that statement went right over my 
head. It was only when I remembered it later that I 
realized the full meaning of it.

I knew what he wanted, I just wasn't sure I could do 
it. I always figured I could suck cock as well as the 
next girl. I thought it was kind of a sexy thing to do. 
I didn't like a guy to cum in my mouth, and I was 
pretty good at avoiding it. But as foreplay goes, I 
don't mind sucking a nice, hot, masculine, male member.

I started kissing and licking the large cock in my face 
and then I licked all around the head. I licked my lips 
and pushed them down over the head of his cock and the 
large amount of flesh remaining between my lips and my 
hand was daunting. I was uncomfortable already, with 
less than three inches of this monster cock in my 
mouth. 

Don put his hands on the side of my head and started 
taking short strokes in my mouth, just a couple of 
inches in and out, at first. Soon, though, that wasn't 
enough and with each stroke he tried to force a little 
more of his cock into me. I tried to control him with 
my hand on his cock, and then pushing on his thigh and 
his stomach. This was getting out of control and it 
was, without any exaggeration, terrifying. 

He finally stopped thrusting and said, "Not bad for a 
first time. Don't worry, you'll get better." I only had 
about five inches of his cock in my mouth and I knew 
there was no way I could take more. It was beating 
against the back of my throat and I was gagging and 
crying when he finally stopped.

I wasn't so turned on anymore. Now I just wanted to go 
home. When he gently, but firmly, pushed me onto my 
back on the rug I looked into his eyes and I knew I 
wasn't going home for a while. I saw his lust. I also 
saw, "I own you. I am going to break you."

I didn't fight him. I just lay there sobbing quietly 
while he moved between my legs and stared down at me, 
his oversized cock lying on my stomach and throbbing 
threateningly.

Then it began. I felt the head of his cock pushing 
against my opening and even as wet as I was he had 
trouble forcing it in. He was obviously a man who got 
what he wanted. That was one of the things that I had 
found attractive about him. Too late I was learning 
that was not always a good thing. 

Once the head of his cock was firmly seated in my 
opening, he started slowly working the shaft in, an 
inch or two at a time, in and out, slowly, enjoying my 
discomfort. He reached down and twisted my nipple and I 
opened my eyes in shock at the sudden sharp pain.

"Look at me, cunt," he said disdainfully. "I want to 
see your expression when I fuck you."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to stare into 
his face as I felt him slowly drive his cock into me. 
As he watched me, I watched him. I could see how much 
satisfaction he was receiving from my fear, my pain, 
and my tears. He was enjoying every bit of suffering he 
was causing me. I shuddered in fear at the awful 
situation I found myself in. I knew the evening had 
just begun. I would soon be fucked by his two friends. 
It was going to be a long and traumatic night. I didn't 
know if I could get through it.

He finally bottomed out in me. Every thrust was painful 
as the head of his cock battered against my cervix. His 
strokes became faster and more forceful and soon he was 
over me ramming into me like a machine. It was so 
overpowering. But the worst part was that somehow the 
pain started to subside and all I felt was that huge 
pole driving into me. 

Without realizing how it came about, I found myself 
with my legs wrapped around his back and my arms around 
his neck and I was screaming in pleasure. I had orgasm 
after orgasm, each more powerful than the last. I had 
never been so thoroughly taken, so possessed, so 
dominated. 

It seemed to go on forever. He was so big and so 
violent in his love making. I guess I shouldn't call it 
that, there was certainly no love involved. Finally I 
felt him tensing up and cumming in me. It was such a 
relief. Until I let go of him finally and fell back to 
the rug. That was when I saw Paul and KC and reality 
returned. They were both naked now. I still had two 
more men to satisfy. Oh god, I hurt so much already!

I saw Paul moving around and suddenly I realized that 
he was holding a movie camera. He had filmed it! I 
stretched my hand out and begged him to stop. He just 
smiled and kept filming as KC stood over me. He reached 
down and took my hand and pulled me to my knees. Then 
he presented his long black cock to my lips. I was 
beaten now, I didn't even hesitate. I knew they could 
make me do anything that they wanted.

It was my first black cock, but it was just a cock 
after all. I was relieved that it was at least a more 
normal sized organ. While it was definitely not small, 
it was much more reasonable than Don's. I kissed it and 
licked it and finally took it into my mouth. 

He let me suck him for a few minutes, but then he 
grabbed my head and started forcing more and more of it 
into my mouth. I tried to restrain him with my hand 
around the base of his cock, but he just ignored my 
puny attempts and after several minutes of trying I 
felt his cock slide into my throat. 

It hurt like hell and I was unable to breathe, but he 
screamed out some kind of victory yell, as though he 
had just scored a touch down. He held me with my lips 
pressed against the base of his cock for a moment, 
until I was about to pass out. Then he slowly pulled 
out and let me take a couple of gasping breaths before 
plunging back in. 

I kept waiting for him to pull out and fuck me, but he 
was having too much fun. He started speeding up, giving 
me less and less time to breathe and then he held me 
tight against his stomach and I felt his cock throbbing 
as he shot his slimy cum straight down my throat. I 
felt movement and looked to the side and saw Paul right 
in my face filming that long black cock slowly pulling 
out of my mouth.

KC let me go, finally, and I fell to the floor 
exhausted, gasping for air. I wasn't given any rest 
though. As soon as he passed the camera to KC, Paul 
rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. I was 
afraid that he might have it in mind to take my virgin 
ass, but thankfully he was just intent on fucking me 
doggy style. I was relieved that he wasn't trying to 
force his cock down my very sore throat. Once he was 
buried in my sore pussy I became aware that I had 
something else to be grateful for. Paul was probably 
the largest of the three men, but his penis was 
actually average. I was grateful for that small favor. 
I didn't get much time to enjoy the reprieve though.

I had my head down, my forehead resting on my arms, my 
eyes were closed and I was just trying to last until 
Paul finished so I could get the hell out of here. I 
guess I am dumber than I thought I was. I felt a hand 
pulling my hair up and there in my face was Don's cock, 
covered with drying cum and ready to enter my mouth 
again. I sobbed and begged him, "Please, I'm begging 
you. I can't take anymore. I'm in so much pain. Please, 
just let me go home now. Please, I can't stand 
anymore."

Don chuckled and said, "Silly bitch. We have a whole 
other day yet. It's just barely Sunday morning. We have 
all day to play. You have lots more cum to drink before 
you leave here. Now open your fucking mouth!"

I moaned and let him push his nasty cock between my 
lips. It was just like the first time. He pushed it in 
and out until he had about five inches in my mouth, 
stretching my lips until I was afraid that they would 
tear. Then he started battering against the back of my 
throat. 

Surely he didn't think he could get that fat cock into 
my throat! I was so absorbed in the pain in my mouth 
and throat that I hardly noticed when Paul came and KC 
took his place in my sore, dripping pussy, at least not 
at first. Not until he pulled it out of my pussy and 
started forcing it into my ass. 

I screamed in pain, although my screams were muffled by 
the huge cock in my mouth. He ignored my pain and 
forced himself slowly into my ass. Every once in a 
while he would pull out and put it in my pussy again to 
get it lubricated, then he would force it back into my 
ass. 

I guess that painful distraction was what Don needed 
because suddenly his cock reached the back of my throat 
and kept plunging downwards. That was when I finally 
passed out.

I don't know how long I was unconscious. I finally came 
to and groaned in pain. My entire body was sore. My 
throat hurt so bad I could hardly swallow. 

I realized that I had cum dripping out of my mouth, so 
I assumed that Don had continued to fuck my unconscious 
throat until he achieved another orgasm. 

My ass and my pussy were just as sore as my throat. I 
finally opened my eyes and the three men were sitting 
around me, but they weren't looking at me. They were 
watching the disk they had made of my rape on the large 
plasma television. 

"Welcome back, baby," Don said sarcastically. "You all 
rested up and ready for more?"

"No," I croaked, almost unable to speak for the pain in 
my throat. "Please let me go home. I can't take any 
more. It's too much, I think you hurt something. I 
think I need a doctor."

"You're okay darling; you're just a little tired. It is 
hard getting really fucked for the first time. By the 
time you leave here tonight you are going to be glad 
you came."

Paul and KC thought that was hilarious. I wasn't so 
amused. I struggled to my knees. I needed to go to the 
bathroom, but the pain in my stomach was so intense 
that I wasn't sure I could stand up. 

Not one of them offered to help, they just watched, 
amused, as I struggled, finally, to my feet. I limped 
to the bathroom, holding my stomach as I went. It felt 
like my guts were going to fall out.

I finally made it and collapsed onto the toilet. I let 
all of the cum drain out of me. It took a very long 
time. Finally I wiped myself off, grateful that I saw 
no signs of blood on the toilet paper. I struggled to 
my feet and made my way to the sink to rinse my mouth 
out. I heard a noise and looked up. It was Paul. "Don 
told me to tell you to take a quick shower so you will 
be fresh for the next round."

"Oh please," I whispered. It hurt less to whisper. 
"Please no more."

Paul chuckled and came in and stood behind me and 
rubbed his hands over my ass. "Sweetheart, don't be 
like that, we're just getting started!"

Paul pinched my ass and walked out chuckling.

I turned on the shower and when the water was warm I 
took a long hot shower. It seemed to help. Every one of 
my orifices hurt like hell still, but at least I could 
walk now.

I dried off and wrapped the towel around my body and 
took a deep breath and went back out to the sitting 
room. They were still watching the movie of my rape and 
laughing and joking and making obscene comments. 

Don heard me and looked up. He saw that I was wrapped 
in a towel and he yelled, "Who the hell said you could 
wear something? Take off that god damned towel! What 
the hell took you so fucking long bitch?"

I jumped in fear and quickly dropped the towel. I would 
almost rather jump out the window than go back over to 
where they were watching that movie. But one more dirty 
look from Don and I slowly moved over to stand beside 
him and wait to see what new indignities would be piled 
on me.

At first they ignored me, but then Paul said, "Come on 
over here bitch. I haven't tried out that mouth yet. 
Let me have some of that good head these guys have been 
bragging about."

I took a deep breath and moved across the room and 
started to kneel in front of where he sat on the sofa. 

"No bitch. Kneel up here beside me and lean down and 
suck my cock. That way I can play with your tits while 
you suck."

I struggled into the position he demanded and tried to 
ignore the pain from the rough mauling of my tits as I 
concentrated on sucking his, thankfully, average sized 
cock. Although he had already cum once, I suppose the 
idea of having me available to command, and the 
pleasure he was getting from watching my struggles on 
the big screen were very stimulating because he only 
lasted about ten minutes. 

Just before he came he clamped a hand down on my tit 
and I started to pull my head up and scream, but with 
his other hand he forced my head down and his cock slid 
right down my already sore throat with surprising ease. 

I felt the hot cum erupt from his cock and shoot down 
my throat and finally he released my tit and pushed my 
head away. I sat back up to find that this blowjob too 
had been filmed. But I had reached the point that 
things didn't matter. I just needed to get it all over 
with. I just needed to live through it.

Don stood up and said, "I am beat guys. I'm going to 
take a nap. Is anyone going to play with her some 
more?"

They all agreed that a little sleep sounded good and I 
almost cried in relief. It was finally over! Paul and 
KC dressed to go to their suites. Don grabbed me by the 
wrist and pulled me into the bathroom and asked me if I 
had to go. I didn't, I had just taken care of that 
fifteen minutes ago. He lifted the toilet seat and put 
my hand on his cock and ordered me to aim. I had never 
seen a man pee before, and now he wanted me to hold his 
cock while he did it! I had no choice. I put my hand 
around his still extremely large organ and aimed it 
down at the toilet. 

It was so weird when it started. My aim was off at 
first but I quickly corrected and once it was going 
right I just had to hold it. It was so strange; I could 
feel the piss traveling through his dick as I held it. 
I stared as he expelled his strong yellow stream of 
urine into the toilet. I thought he was done when the 
stream stopped and started to take my hand away when 
suddenly there were a few more quick, short, spurts. I 
had not been prepared and the first spurt hit the 
toilet and splashed on his leg.

When he finally finished he said, "You stupid cunt! 
Look what you did to my leg! Clean that up!"

I reached for some toilet paper but he slapped me and 
slammed me to my knees in front of him. "Use your 
tongue you stupid fucking cunt! Start licking, now!"

I was aghast. Surely he was joking! He raised his hand 
to hit me again and I darted down and started licking 
his leg. There wasn't much there. I couldn't even taste 
it. But the idea of what I was doing was so disgusting 
that I think that is when I finally reached bottom. 
Licking the piss off his leg was when I gave up. He 
realized it when I was finished and I looked up at him. 
He could see in my eyes that I was broken.

He pulled me to my feet and into his bedroom. He got in 
bed and ordered me to get in and he pulled me against 
him and went to sleep holding me as if we were lovers. 
I wanted to sleep; I was exhausted and hurt so bad. But 
all I could do for the longest time was sob quietly. I 
don't know how long it was before I got to sleep 
finally. 








The next thing I knew he was shaking me awake. It was 
almost noon and he wanted something to eat. He took me 
into the bathroom and we took a quick shower. But 
before he turned on the water he stood me inside the 
shower and pissed all over me from my breasts down. I 
just stood there calmly, my brain too damaged by the 
preceding rapes to react. I had the distinct impression 
that he was disappointed at my lack of reaction. 

He turned the water on and brushed his teeth while I 
stood in the ice cold shower. It finally started 
warming up in a minute and I used some of the shampoo 
to wash my hair, and I used the body wash and by the 
time he got in I was rinsing off. But I wasn't 
finished. Now I had to wash him. I washed his hair 
first. Then I washed him all over with the body wash. I 
was reluctant to wash his genitals; I was in no hurry 
to have to deal with another one of his erections.

I rinsed him off and then we stepped out and I dried 
him. He put a robe on while I dried off he went out and 
called room service and ordered breakfast. When I came 
out into the sitting area he ordered me to clean up the 
area. I picked up my clothes and folded them and put 
them out of the way. Then I collected the empty bottles 
and glasses and took them to the kitchenette. I 
straightened things up a little and before I knew it 
there was someone at the door. He ordered me to get the 
door, and behave myself, or else.

I went to the door and opened it. It was a young man 
pushing the breakfast cart. He saw me and his eyes 
became as wide as saucers. I stepped out of the way and 
let him in and he tried to stop staring and push the 
cart in. 

Don greeted him genially and thanked him for the prompt 
service. He handed him a rolled up bill and asked him 
if he would like a little extra tip. "How would you 
like some of that prime pussy my good man? My friends 
and I picked her up last night and she wore us out. She 
can't get enough cock. She's amazing. Go ahead; help 
yourself, any hole you want."

He looked back and forth between Don and me. When I 
didn't say anything he took off his stiff white jacket 
and then dropped his pants. I dropped to my knees and 
sucked him, grateful that he was not violent about it 
at least. When I had sucked him for a minute he pushed 
my head away and made me stand up and bend over the arm 
of the easy chair. Then he fucked me from the rear 
standing up. It was all over very quickly. 

The boy started to pull his pants back up but Don 
stopped him. "Wait a minute son. You can't put that 
away all nasty like that! Cam, get down there and clean 
that boy up so he can get back to work."

I dropped to my knees again and sucked his cock clean. 
It took only a few seconds. Then, while the boy was 
dressing, Don ordered me to scoop up the slimy cum 
draining from my pussy and eat it. He said that I 
looked like I needed more protein in my diet. 

I felt the boy's eyes watching in amazement as I leaned 
back and spread my legs and scooped up the couple of 
tablespoonfuls of cum that were dribbling out of my 
pussy. I just knew I would gag when I put them in my 
mouth, but I guess I had been broken enough that I 
could do anything now. I carefully brought my fingers 
to my mouth and sucked them clean, swallowing the boy's 
cum. Then I checked to make sure there was no more. 

When I had finished, Don said, "Now smile and thank the 
nice man." 

I am sure it was a very strained smile, but I did smile 
and thanked him politely for fucking me and giving me 
his cum. It was the first time I had spoken in a long 
time and I was surprised that my voice was almost 
normal. I saw that Don had the camera going again. But 
I didn't care anymore.

The boy left and Don sat down to eat his hearty 
breakfast. While he ate, I was underneath the table 
licking his balls and his cock. As I licked I watched 
his cock start to twitch and straighten out and I knew 
I was going to have to take it again and I feared the 
pain more than the abuse and degradation. It hurt so 
bad everywhere he put that thing.

By the time he pushed back from the table his cock was 
hard and throbbing. He pulled me out from under the 
table and stood me beside him. He started playing with 
my slit while he made me bend over and suck his cock. 

I was full of dread, but I was completely defeated, I 
just blindly obeyed all his orders. I licked around the 
head of his cock and once it was wet I wet my lips and 
forced them down over his cock head. I started taking 
more and more of his cock into my mouth, slowly, a 
little more each time. 

It took a minute to get to that point where the pain 
started, but soon I felt his cock banging into the back 
of my throat. But just like an automaton I kept trying. 
I felt his hands on, and in, my pussy, but I ignored 
them and kept fighting to take that monster cock back 
down my throat. And finally, so suddenly it surprised 
me, it slid past that sticking point and slowly down 
into my throat. I held it with my lips stretched beyond 
belief at the base of his horse sized cock for a 
moment, and slowly pulled back. 

On the next stroke it didn't go down. But after that it 
did again, and again. And finally he grabbed my cunt 
with one hand and squeezed brutally while he held my 
head and shot his cum down my throat.

When he was finally finished he pulled my head up until 
just the head of his cock was in my mouth. He had me 
hold it there until he was drained. It turns out that 
when your cock is that long there is a lot of cum left 
in the shaft after you cum. He had more left in his 
shaft than my old boyfriends would shoot politely into 
a cloth when I sucked their cocks. Because I damned 
sure didn't let them cum in my mouth.

When he felt that he had been adequately drained he had 
me pour him a cup of coffee. He sat back and relaxed 
and enjoyed his coffee while I went back down between 
his legs and licked his balls.

My mouth and tongue were getting very tired by the time 
there was a knock at the door and I was sent to answer 
it. I let Paul and KC back in. They appeared to be 
refreshed and ready for more, more of me.

As soon as they got in they undressed quickly and I 
found myself sucking off KC again while Paul fucked me 
from behind. Before very long I was taking KC into my 
throat and Paul was fucking me brutally from the rear. 
He chuckled and said, "Damn Don, didn't you tap this 
yet this morning? It feels fresh and new!"

"No Paul, I let her practice her deep throat on me 
again. But the kid from room service had one hell of a 
tip a little while ago."

"Well she tightens back up real good," Paul said.

KC finally exploded in my mouth and then I held his 
cock in my mouth until Paul was done. I saw that Don 
was filming again. I wondered what they would be doing 
with all the movies they were making. I noticed that 
they didn't seem to care that their faces were in the 
shots. But I didn't know if that was reassuring or not.

Paul finally came, and then he reached over me and 
grabbed my long red hair and pulled me around to clean 
him. Once I had cleaned him Don ordered me to clean 
myself again. This was a new trick to KC and Paul and 
they got a kick out of it.

They had me get them all drinks and looked at the 
literature that was left in the room to decide if there 
was anywhere to go in town. There really isn't. We are 
a smaller suburb of a large city, although the area I 
live in is very urban. Except for a small river walk 
area there is not a lot here that is of interest to 
tourists in town, or in this case business travelers. 
But they wanted to get out of their rooms for a while 
so it was decided that we would all go for a walk.

I was given my dress and my shoes to put on, then the 
others dressed and we went out. The hotel they were 
staying in was at one end of the river walk. We headed 
back in towards town, walking at a leisurely pace until 
we reached the shopping area. It was a warm sunny 
Sunday and there were a lot of people around.

This was a quaint shopping district in the old part of 
town, mostly expensive boutiques and specialty shops. 
Something caught Don's eye and he guided us across the 
street to one of the shops. He stopped to look in the 
window and then we went inside. The only person in the 
store was the clerk; a very effeminate young man whose 
face really perked up when he saw the three guys I was 
with. 

"Yeah fool, better you than me!" I thought. But I was 
pretty sure that wouldn't happen.

Don went up to the clerk and said, "Hi. My friends and 
I picked up this slut last night and we think she is 
dressed too conservatively. She really needs something 
that screams slut. Is there something you can 
recommend?"


The guy looked at me for a moment and thought about it. 
Then he grinned and said, "I have just the thing. I 
stocked these for a couple of months but couldn't sell 
them. I was just about to send them back. I think they 
may be just what you are looking for. I'll be right 
out."

He disappeared into a back room and was gone for a 
couple of minutes. Finally he came back out with a 
strange outfit and held it up for Don's approval. The 
top came down off of one shoulder, then down over the 
breasts and straight down to attach to the tiny skirt 
that came with it. The fabric, which looked like a fine 
cotton lame in a shimmering light blue, looked 
beautiful. It wasn't until you looked closer that you 
realized how nearly invisible that it was.

Don grinned when he saw it and ordered me to take off 
my dress. I looked at him, then the clerk, who 
apparently wasn't very fond of women because he was 
obviously enjoying my discomfort. Finally I shrugged 
and unzipped my little black dress, which had seemed so 
risqué when I put it on last night, and struggled into 
my new slut outfit. It was obvious that they all 
approved. I would rather not have known what I looked 
like, but Don stood me in front of a mirror and told me 
to look. 

It was as bad as I thought it would be. It was like 
somebody took a pair of see through baby doll pajamas 
and made a top and a skirt out of them. This had to be 
illegal! I could see my breasts without even trying. I 
could even see the tuft of red hair over my slit! Don 
paid for the outfit and I carried my dress out in a 
bag. 

Our walk had suddenly gotten more interesting for the 
men. All men! The three men with me stayed back a few 
feet and watched. It looked like I was alone. We 
crossed the street again and continued up the river 
walk. Only now everyone I passed stopped to look at me. 
I mean gawk at me. Soon people, men and women, were 
taking my picture. It was like you see on the news when 
the paparazzi are hounding some poor actress for 
pictures. I was surrounded by people with cameras and 
camera phones. Then people started asking if they could 
have their pictures taken with me. I told them they 
would have to ask the guys behind me.

They were somewhat taken aback to learn that I was with 
the three large men behind me. But Don smiled and led 
me to a nearby bench and told the crowd that anyone 
that wished to could have as many pictures as they 
liked. I sat down and as the first guy sat down beside 
me and his friend got ready to take my picture Don said 
loudly, "Don't keep your legs so close together; you 
aren't a lady for Christ's sake!"

When the crowd heard that it didn't help my cause. Soon 
I was posing for pictures with strange men who had a 
hand on my breast or my upper thigh. And when nothing 
they did drew a rebuke from me or my escorts the 
liberties continued, and grew worse. 

For nearly an hour I posed for strangers, young and 
old, mostly men but some women as well. I had hands 
squeezing and pulling on my breasts and pulling my 
little skirt up and probing my traitorous pussy. A good 
time was had by almost all, all but me.

The crowd just kept ebbing and flowing, but it never 
seemed to diminish in size. Finally someone spotted a 
policeman coming in our direction and people started 
wandering away. Don pulled me up and we walked back to 
the hotel.

Back in the room the men started making plans for 
dinner. It was still early though, so after they had 
decided where they wanted to go for dinner they thought 
it would be fun to feed me again, more of my protein 
diet. I had been separated from my new outfit at the 
door and now I was kneeling once more and getting more 
of that deep throat practice that Don had promised me I 
would get a lot of.

It seemed to take longer each time, I suppose it 
probably did. It took me nearly an hour to suck all 
three of them off. I was exhausted and could hardly 
talk. But then, I had nothing to say that they wanted 
to hear, so they didn't care.

KC and Paul left to change for dinner. Don left me 
sitting on the floor and ordered me not to go anywhere. 
He went into the back to dress for dinner too. 

Nobody was watching me. My dress and my shoes and my 
purse were all within reach. I could have escaped. But 
I sat there. It wasn't that I didn't want to leave. I 
desperately wanted out of there. I had not become some 
simpering sex maniac craving their cocks. I wanted to 
go home and forget the last twenty-four hours had ever 
happened. But I stayed right where he ordered me to 
stay.

I will never know why.

KC and Paul came back finally and I let them in. They 
didn't even seem surprised that I was alone in the 
front room with my belongings. They made me put the 
little blue thing on again, but they brought along the 
bag with the black dress in case I couldn't get into 
the restaurant.

The place they picked was out on the edge of town so we 
went in their rental car. I sat in back between KC and 
Don while Paul drove. But they were not that familiar 
with the area so I had to give Paul directions. 
Meanwhile I was being molested in the backseat by both 
men. 

It was not even five PM yet when we got to the 
restaurant. It was open, but it wasn't busy. We parked 
and went to the door and although I got some very 
disapproving looks from the staff and the other 
customers, nobody said a word and we were escorted to 
an out of the way booth, somewhere that the other 
customers wouldn't be subjected to scum like me.

It was a long humiliating meal. My top was frequently 
pulled below one breast, and it frequently stayed there 
while the waiter was at the table. Soon the other 
members of the wait staff were coming by the table to 
see the slut in blue, or perhaps the slut half out of 
blue is more correct.

It was nearly seven when we left. I didn't know how 
much more I could take. But at least I had finally 
gotten something to eat. It was the first meal I had 
had in twenty-four hours and I had been famished. Woman 
cannot live on cum alone. And for the first time in 
nearly twenty-four hours I didn't have the taste of cum 
in my mouth.

We got back in the car and Don ordered me to give 
directions to Paul on how to get to 1321 45th Street. I 
screamed! That was my house! Shit! They must have 
looked in my purse. Now they knew my address!

As soon as I screamed Don grabbed my hair and slapped 
my face. "Don't make noises like that unless I am 
reaming you out with my hard cock bitch!"

I put my hands to my face and sobbed as, with a sinking 
feeling in my stomach I directed Paul to my apartment. 
When we were on the street I pointed out my building 
and he pulled up in front of it. 

Don handed me my bag with my black dress in it and 
thanked me for the pleasant day, just like a real 
fucking gentleman! Then he opened the door and let me 
out. I watched them as they drove away. It was over, 
just like that!

I ran to my door and fumbled with my keys, praying that 
none of my nosy neighbors could see me standing here 
nearly nude. Finally I was inside, the door was locked 
and I was safe.

I ran to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water 
and bubble bath and climbed in and cried until the 
water was cold. Then I let the water drain out and 
stood up and took a hot shower. I went right to bed and 
swore, never again. I would never go out alone again. I 
may not ever go out with friends again!

I got up at the normal time the next day and just had 
coffee for breakfast. My throat was still very sore. I 
dressed and caught my normal bus at the corner. 

It was somehow reassuring to be back at work and having 
a normal life again. I tried not to think about the 
weekend. It wasn't easy. I was still sore all over. It 
had been the worst experience of my life. But it was 
over and I didn't want to dwell on it.

I sank myself into my work and was startled when the 
intercom buzzed about an hour later. It was my 
supervisor, Dave. I went into his office and said good 
morning. I took him in a cup of coffee. It isn't part 
of my job but he appreciates it and I don't mind. 

He handed me some files and asked me to take them 
upstairs to a suite of offices that was just being put 
in service. I was told to ask for a Mr. Carter. I would 
be under him for the entire week.

I was curious about what was going on up there anyway, 
so I looked forward to the chance to snoop. I took the 
elevator up and the entire floor was almost deserted. I 
finally saw a man in the hall and asked him if he knew 
where I could find Mr. Carter. He pointed out the 
office and I went to the office and knocked and 
entered. As soon as the door opened I screamed out loud 
and dropped my files. 

Mr. Carter was Don! With him in the room were Paul and 
KC. All dressed up and looking business like in dark 
suits. They all laughed as I scrambled to pick up the 
files. 

"Oh my god," I thought. I was on the verge of fainting 
as this all processed through my clouded brain. "They 
work for my company! They work for Pell & Pell! They 
are going to be here all week….and they know where I 
work. They know who I am, where I live. I am truly 
lost."

"I thought you would be happy to see us," Don said 
sarcastically. "Yes, that's right. Paul and KC and I 
and four others are here from the home office to 
straighten out the software installation on this new 
floor you have taken over and integrate it into the 
system. You will be happy to know that I have asked 
that you be assigned to me while I am in town and your 
boss was reluctant, but eventually gave in. It is going 
to be a fun week."

They all stood up and came towards me. I cringed, but 
they were just going out, taking me down the hall to 
the office where I would be working for the next week. 
There was only a chair and desk, empty but for a 
telephone. 

Don turned to Paul and nodded. Paul turned and left and 
Don, KC and I just stood and waited, I didn't know what 
for. Then Paul came back with four other men, the rest 
of his team. 

"I thought I should make introductions," Don said. 
"Cam, this is everyone, everyone, this is the little 
slut I told you about this morning."

"Oh my god! NO!" I thought. "Not all seven of them! Not 
all day!"

"Cam…CAM!" Don finally got my attention and said, 
"These men will be visiting you from time to time 
throughout the week. I have already told them that you 
will do anything they want, any time, any where. And 
that If you don't they are to let me know. Do you 
understand?"

The tears were streaming down my cheeks as I nodded. 
Yes, I understood, my life was now totally ruined. They 
were going to get me fired and make it so that I could 
never work at a good job again.

Everyone left then, all but two of the men whom I had 
just met. I was ordered to strip and then I sucked them 
both off. They were both older men, in their fifties, I 
guessed. Both were kind of paunchy. If there was ever a 
time in their lives that they had a hot young redhead 
at their feet, theirs to command, it had been many 
years ago. They were obviously very pleased at the 
prospect. I provided deep throat to both of them. In 
both cases it wasn't all that deep. They left and I 
started to dress but they stopped me. They told me if I 
needed to wear clothes that someone would let me know. 
As soon as they left the other two came in and I sucked 
one and the other fucked me. 

When they were done I didn't know what to do. I had cum 
running out of my pussy, but I was naked in a public 
building and I couldn't dress unless someone told me 
to. Finally I scooped up the juices dripping from my 
pussy and put them in my mouth and swallowed. It didn't 
even seem like a big thing anymore!

Throughout the day Don, Paul and KC stopped in for one 
sex act or another. I asked Don about the bathroom and 
he said that I could get dressed at eleven every 
morning if I needed to use the bathroom; otherwise I 
was to stay in my room and stay naked. After he had 
finished using me one of the first two men came back in 
and watched me scooping up Don's cum and eating it. 
Then he fucked me and watched me eat his cum from my 
pussy.

Word soon spread and that became a popular pastime. I 
was having sex with someone nearly constantly for the 
first two days. Then on Wednesday it slowed down a 
little. Thankfully, I was really getting worn out. 

Just before I left to go home on Wednesday, Don ordered 
me to meet them at 8:00 PM at the club where we had 
first met, and I was to wear my blue outfit.

My heart sank. I had thrown that stupid thing away! I 
rushed home and was actually relieved that I was able 
to retrieve it from the trash. I washed it and dried it 
and then I ate a small meal and started getting ready. 
At 7:30 I caught a cab and I was five minutes early 
getting to the club.

Just the three of them were there in a large booth. I 
had a drink waiting for me when I arrived and several 
other strong drinks followed soon after. Soon Don was 
escorting me to the dance floor and I was out there in 
the bright lights nearly naked. People around us 
stopped dancing to stare at me. Don swung me all 
around, flipping up my tiny skirt, just on the off 
chance that someone had not been able to see through 
it. And of course his hands were all over me.

We danced several dances before they played a slow 
song. Don held me close and I felt him lift my skirt up 
over my ass and I danced for four or five minutes with 
my ass totally exposed.

We went back to the booth finally and I tossed down two 
more strong drinks. Don danced with me once more and 
then after I had put back another drink someone came 
over and asked Don if he could dance with me. 

Don smiled and said, "Be my guest. Have you seen her 
dance?" he asked the guy.

The guy nodded and Don said, "Yeah, she's a real slut 
ain't she? Enjoy yourself man."

That was an open invitation and both he and I knew it.

The guy led me to the dance floor and his hands were 
all over me from the very start. By the end of our 
second dance he had pulled one of my breasts out of my 
top and was playing with to the delight of everyone 
around us. Even the women seemed amused!

I heard several people comment that I was a real 
redhead. But I had drunk a half a dozen strong drinks 
and had almost nothing to eat, so, even though I was 
aware of what was happening, it was almost like it was 
happening to someone else.

The guy finally took me back to my table and Don asked 
him if he had a good time.

He smiled and said, "Hell yes!"

"Bet she got you horny didn't she?" Don asked.

"She is hot," the guy said and shrugged.

Don asked him if he was with a date tonight and when he 
said that he wasn't Don asked if he would like to have 
me take care of his little problem. 

"How much?" the guys asked.

"No dude," Don responded. "She's not a whore, just a 
slut. Anyone can fuck her."

The guy looked around; the place was getting pretty 
crowded. "I'd like to fuck her, but where?" he asked.

"Well," Don said, "the two easiest ways would be for 
you to either sit down and let her get under the table 
and suck you off. Or, if you have a booth, you could 
take her back and let her sit on your dick and jump up 
and down. I don't care, your choice."

He grinned at Don and said, "Be back in a few." Then he 
grabbed my hand and led me to his booth. There were 
three men sitting in his booth with him and they were 
all surprised to see me. They had watched me dance, and 
now they could see me close up and almost naked. 

The guy I had been dancing with said, "Watch this." 
Then he sat down, pulled his cock out of his pants, 
pulled my dress up to my waist and pulled me down onto 
his cock. I was surprised that I was so wet. I was 
getting a little silly from all the booze and I said to 
myself, "I am going to have a talk with my pussy about 
that."

I felt him pull my tit back out of my top and then I 
was being bounced up and down on his cock. I looked 
around, something I could not have done sober, and saw 
at least a dozen people watching me fuck in the booth, 
my tit bouncing wildly for their amusement. I even 
caught sight of Paul, not far away with the movie 
camera going again. The guy tensed up and came 
eventually, and then, without even thinking I got off 
and sucked him clean and helped him put his cock away.

The other three guys in the booth all were sitting 
there with their mouths wide open. I felt a hand in my 
hair and the next guy at the table was pulling me under 
the table and pulling my face to his crotch. I pulled 
his cock out and sucked it and then did the same for 
the other two men at the table.

When I was done I stood up and stumbled back to my 
booth, not even realizing that my tit was hanging out.

Don and KC laughed out loud as I approached the table. 
Paul had started back to join us when someone else came 
over and asked for a dance. And when the dance was over 
I was passed around yet another booth. 

After the fourth or fifth booth I started to sober up 
and really become aware of my surroundings, but 
luckily, by then it was late and we left. They poured 
me into a cab and told the driver my address and they 
went back to their hotel.

I was slumped in the back seat of the cab, kind of out 
of it, when the cab stopped on a side street and the 
driver got out and got in back with me. He pulled my 
dress up to my waist from the bottom and down from the 
top and I lay there naked as he tore his pants open and 
then jumped on me and fucked me.

When he finished he drove me to my apartment. I managed 
to put that nearly naked dress back on and then I had 
to pay the son of a bitch for the ride!

I took another long hot bath and thanked god for 
alcohol.

In the morning I tried calling in sick. I did have a 
hangover. I called my office, my real office and I was 
put on hold. The next thing I knew I was on the phone 
with Don. 

I tried to tell him I felt awful and I really needed to 
lie down. He ordered me to come to work and he would 
see to it that I got to lie down.

I hurriedly got ready for work and I finally struggled 
in. I even made it on time. I went to my temporary 
office and sat there waiting for someone to molest me. 
Don came in a few minutes later and pushed the desk and 
chair against the wall. Just then the janitor showed up 
with a mattress from the storm/fallout shelter down in 
the basement. Don asked him to put the mattress down in 
the middle of the room. Then he ordered me to undress. 

The janitor stood there staring as I slowly peeled off 
my jacket and skirt, my blouse and my bra and finally 
my panties. I don't know why I bothered with all that; 
I knew I was going to have to remove it as soon as I 
got in.

When I was naked Don turned to the janitor and said, 
"She will pay you for bringing it up, if you are 
interested."

Don walked out and the janitor looked at me and asked, 
"Is this a trick?" 

I smiled wanly and said, "Yes, but the trick's on me. 
If you want me you can have me."

He undressed quickly and then I was on my hands and 
knees while he fucked me from behind. I heard a noise 
and glanced up and saw several of the men watching and 
Paul with that damned camera going. When the janitor 
finished I sucked his slimy black cock clean and then, 
as he was staring at me while he dressed, I ate the 
fresh, warm cum that was drooling from my crack. 

As soon as he left the other four men, I never did find 
out their names, all came in for a morning orgasm in 
one orifice or another. One of them took my ass for the 
first time and word must have spread fast, because that 
afternoon the other three all took my ass for a test 
drive. They seemed to get even more of a kick out of 
watching me eat the slimy cum drooling out of my 
asshole. Paul also fucked me once, but Don and KC must 
have been too busy to stop in.

That night I was ordered to be standing on the curb in 
front of my apartment at 8:00 PM. I stood out there 
self consciously at the appropriate time, waiting with 
mixed emotions. I wanted to be picked up quickly so 
that no one I knew would see me in this stupid outfit. 
But I really, really didn't want to spend another 
evening with them.

They pulled up into their car when they finally pulled 
up at about ten after, with Paul driving again. I was 
pulled into the back, as usual, and Paul took off. He 
knew where he was going tonight so I was forced to give 
Don and KC my full attention. 

Neither one of them had visited me this morning. Now 
Don had his cock out and wanted so see how my throat 
was doing. Before I got started they pulled my top down 
so they could enjoy my tits and then I started sucking. 

As usual, it took a couple of minutes to get the head 
of his damned cock past the entrance to my throat, but 
once I got started it wasn't so bad anymore. I worked 
at it enthusiastically, and soon I felt his cum gushing 
down my throat. I held his cock in my mouth as it 
softened and drained into my mouth. 

Then I was pulled over to provide the same service to 
KC. We arrived at our destination before I finished but 
everyone waited patiently until I had drained KC. 

I finally looked up and saw that we were parked in 
front of a strip joint. I never thought I would ever go 
into one of those!

I was led in and Don ordered what turned out to be some 
very expensive drinks. We watched the dancers for a 
while and then Don spotted someone getting a lap dance 
nearby. He ordered me to watch what the dancer did. It 
didn't look hard, just degrading. I watched several 
women giving lap dances and then Don ordered me to give 
Paul one. I got up and started to move over Paul's lap 
but Don stopped me. 

"God you are one stupid cunt," he said loudly. "Do you 
see any other female in here with clothes on?" he 
asked. "Christ!" he exclaimed. "I am surprised that 
your face isn't covered with scars from learning to eat 
with a fork."

Men from several of the tables around us were starting 
to watch when they heard Don. When he stopped berating 
me I quickly pulled my dress up and over my head and 
set it on the table. Then I resumed my feeble attempt 
at giving Paul a lap dance.

"Shit, bitch, you suck at that, just like you suck at 
everything else! Can't you do anything right?" Men all 
around were listening and chuckling and ogling. I just 
kept my head down and apologized and promised to try 
harder.

I climbed back into Paul's lap and tried again. He was 
moving his hands all over me, squeezing my tits and 
pinching my ass. Finally we attracted some attention 
and the manager came over.

"Guys, I am afraid that, much as I hate to, I have to 
ask the lady to put her dress back on and take her 
seat. She is taking money away from the girls that work 
here."

Don waived him closer and asked, "How about if she were 
to go around and give those interested a lap dance, but 
give the money to you to split between the girls? Would 
that be a problem?"

The manager thought about that for a moment and smiled 
and said, "I think we can work with that. I will let 
the girls know." He turned to me and told me what to 
charge for a lap dance. I didn't understand the 
difference in price at first, until he pointed out a 
back room and said that the more expensive dances are 
done back there. 

And now I am a fucking prostitute! At least last night 
I had been drunk. This was a lot harder sober. I 
started to move to a table and offer my services when 
Don pulled me back and whispered in my ear, "If I don't 
start seeing a smile on your face I will pay for 
everyone in this room to take you in the back room and 
fuck your ass off."

I looked around; there were at least fifty or sixty men 
here, probably more. I pasted a forced smile on my face 
and started going from table to table. 

A lot of the guys that had been near us and heard the 
exchange knew that I was not a professional and that I 
wasn't happy about being here. Nearly every one of them 
took me into the back room and either fucked me or got 
a blowjob. But not everyone, I did a lot of lap dancing 
at the tables too. 

By the end of the night my tits were already getting 
black and blue. My ass was too. I didn't keep track of 
how many people I had sex with. I didn't want to know.

They finally took me home and dropped me off at almost 
one AM. They put me out of the car and then threw me my 
purse and then finally my dress as they drove off, 
squealing the tires.

I didn't even bother with putting on the dress. I just 
rushed to my door and unlocked it and then, even though 
I was totally exhausted, I had to take another bath. I 
was covered in cum and my body was badly bruised. I had 
to take a bath before I could go to bed.

I knew better than to bother trying to call in sick on 
Friday. I just prayed it would all be over soon. I went 
into my little slut office and went ahead and 
undressed. It wasn't long before they started coming to 
see me, or rather, to use me. 

Everyone was amazed at all of the black and blue marks 
on my tits and ass, but it didn't even slow them down. 
They came in all day long. I guess because they were 
having their last day with me they wanted to get in as 
much fucking and sucking as they could. I lost track, 
but I am pretty sure that they all came through at 
least three times.

Just before quitting time Don came in. He ordered me to 
dress and watched patiently as I put all of my clothes 
back on. Then he said that he had planned to take me 
out for one last night of fun and games tonight, but 
they had a compulsory party at the local manager's 
house. He warned me however, that he would be sending 
me a small package, and for my own good I had best go 
through it thoroughly.

I went home and collapsed in my living room and cried 
for hours, cried in relief that it was finally all 
over. The next week I was back in my normal office and 
back to my normal tasks, which had suffered greatly 
from my temporary reassignment. Still, every once in a 
very rare while, one or another of my adventures from 
that week would flash through my brain in a minute of 
idleness and sometimes there would be just a twinge 
of……a twinge of something, I am not sure what. Surely I 
didn't miss that!

Nearly a month after they had returned to their own 
offices in Los Angeles, I received a small package in 
the mail from Mr. Don Carter. I had to go to the Post 
Office to pick it up. He had paid extra for 'signature 
confirmation', so he would know that I received it and 
when.

I took it home and set it on the dinette table and 
poured myself a large glass of wine. When that glass 
was gone I finally opened the package. The package 
contained a dozen numbered DVDs. The note explained 
that these were copies of all of the raw footage they 
had shot of me while they were here. There was also a 
thirteenth DVD, professionally presented in a case with 
pictures of me on the front and back having sex, all 
kinds of sex with all kinds of people. 

There was also a sealed envelope. The note said that I 
was to watch all of the DVDs, the numbered ones first, 
then the final, professionally edited version. I was 
not to read the message in the sealed envelope until I 
had watched each DVD.

Thankfully it was Friday and I had no plans for the 
weekend. That was a lot of dirty movies to watch. But I 
got out the wine and I got started with number one.

It was hard to watch. Especially that first one when 
there had been so much pain. I noticed that they had 
started recording me dancing almost from the moment I 
arrived. They selected me to abuse and degrade before 
that first dance with Don. 

I watched the DVDs one after the other. It took all 
weekend, there were almost twenty-four hours of video 
all together. The thing that disturbed me the most was 
that I found myself becoming aroused as I watched the 
DVDs. Finally, on Sunday night, I poured a last glass 
of wine and opened the sealed envelope.

In it, Don informed me that I had been much too much 
fun for him to let me wither on the vine of normalcy. 
From time to time, for an unspecified period, until he 
got tired of the game, I would be given a task. After 
the completion of each task I would be given a time to 
meet him on my web cam and describe what had taken 
place in detail. Sometimes I would be required to 
obtain photographic evidence. He didn't care how. 

And lastly, I was to be prepared at any time for 
someone to knock on my door and tell me that Don had 
sent them. I was to obey any commands that person might 
give, without hesitation.

My first assignment was to take my digital camera with 
me to an address on Chestnut Lane and go to the door 
and ask for Fiver. I am to tell him that Don sent me 
and do what ever he instructs me to do, and ask him to 
take pictures. I am to email him the pictures 
immediately.

It was late Sunday night, so I decided to put this off 
until tomorrow after work. I knew that I had to obey, 
but I was disturbed because, in the back of my mind 
there was a little kernel of excitement growing. And I 
didn't want to be a woman who was excited by this kind 
of behavior. 

Monday, after work, I had to take a different set of 
busses. I had never been in this part of town before. 
It was not a very nice area and I was nervous. I had to 
walk a couple of blocks to Chestnut Lane, and the house 
I was looking for was halfway down the street on the 
left. As I approached I saw a dozen big Harley Davidson 
motorcycles in the driveway and parked around the front 
yard where there was supposed to be grass.

I knocked quietly at the door, desperately wanting to 
not be here. A woman came to the door. She was about 
thirty-five or forty years old, it was hard to tell. 
She had stringy blonde hair and was dressed in cutoff 
jeans and a tank top. She had a can of beer in her hand 
and she looked at me for a minute and asked, "Are you 
lost little girl?"

I shook my head and asked, "I need to see Fiver, is he 
here?"

She glared at me for a minute and then yelled into the 
house, "Hey Fiver! There's a civilian here asking for 
you. She's a cute little thing too."

Someone pushed the woman out of the way and I saw a 
small, wiry biker with a really mean look on his face. 
"What the hell do you want?"

"Don sent me, he told me to come here. I am supposed to 
do what you tell me to, and ask you to take pictures 
with my camera."

He stared at me for a minute and then asked, "Are you 
Cameron?"

I nodded and he said, "Well kiss my ass! Dude said you 
was cute, but shit, you can't trust anyone nowadays. 
You're a fucking little hottie ain't ya?"

I just looked at him, wondering what this was all 
about. I just knew I wasn't going to like it.

Finally he stepped back from the door and nodded for me 
to come in. I went into the dark living room, which was 
loud and smoky and full of big ugly bikers. As soon as 
I stepped in the comments and whistles started. 

I tried not to look at them, which left me with nothing 
to do but stand there and stare at the floor until 
Fiver told me what I was supposed to do. The comments 
were getting nastier and I glanced around because I 
noticed that not all of the voices were male.

I saw four women in the group, all of them are dressed 
pretty much alike. They were all dressed like biker 
chicks. And they were smiling and catcalling just like 
the guys. One of them kept yelling, "Come on baby! Show 
us your tits!"

"Christ!" I thought, "What kind of animals were these 
people!"

Finally Fiver yelled at everyone to shut up. I guess he 
was in charge, because they did. As soon as it was 
quiet he held out his hand and said, "Camera."

I reached into my purse and handed him my camera. He 
turned to one of the women and said "Sam, you have one 
like this don't you?" She nodded and he tossed my 
camera to her and said, "Start taking lots of pictures. 
Keep going until I tell you to stop." 

Then he called to the blonde that had answered the door 
and told her, "Go get our recorder out, this is going 
to be interesting."

She left the room and came back out with a video 
recorder. When she was ready he ordered me to strip. 

I figured that was coming, still it was hard in a room 
full of butt ugly bikers. I was still dressed in my 
work clothes, very modest and many layers. I kept my 
eyes on the floor and started undressing. 

The guys were all sitting up now and cheering me on and 
making rude comments. In all too short a time I was 
naked and he ordered a couple of people to clear off 
the coffee table. As soon as everything was out of the 
way I was stretched out on my back on the table and 
someone produced some rope and my hands and legs were 
secured to the table legs. My head was hanging off of 
one end and my ass was right on the edge at the other 
end.

Once I was secured, Fiver put a bunch of things on the 
floor beside the table. I couldn't see them and I still 
didn't know what was going on. He turned to one of the 
bikers and said, "Big John, you want to have some fun?"

I didn't hear the reply. But I assume it was 
affirmative. He waived Big John over and put him in 
position and without a lot of urging I soon had Big 
John's big Johnson in my throat. 

He was not as brutal as I would have expected and I 
didn't have too much trouble. Not right away. Not until 
I felt someone playing with my nipples and then, when 
they were erect, something cold on one of them. Then 
the trouble started. That was when someone shoved a 
large needle through my nipple and I had to use all of 
my will power not to bite Big John's Johnson.

I think I now knew what was going on. I felt fumbling 
around at my nipple and then the coolness again. Cool 
at first, until the alcohol reached the exposed flesh 
of my recently disfigured nipple!

I calmed down just as Big John came in my throat and 
pulled out. "Damn!" he exclaimed. "I do believe that 
was one of the best blowjobs I ever had. Especially the 
part when she tried to scream."

Fiver asked, "Anyone else want to try it while I do the 
next one?"

Instantly another greasy, hairy, potbellied individual 
was kneeling at my head and forcing his cock into my 
mouth. But I was more concerned with what was about to 
happen to my other nipple and with being able to keep 
from biting this guy's cock when it happened.

Fiver finished long before the biker and I had to wait 
several minutes to see what my nipples looked like. 
When I could finally look down I saw that Fiver had 
placed rather thick rings, both approximately the 
circumference of a quarter, through each nipple. I 
would have opted for something smaller, a little more 
petite, more discrete, if I had been offered an option.

Another biker stepped up and said, "Me next?"

Fiver grinned and said, "Well, you can if you want to. 
But I would recommend you wait a minute and let me 
finish the next one first. Then we can all have a shot 
at her." That was a crowd pleaser.

I didn't know what could be next, my belly button 
maybe?

Not even close! Suddenly two men grabbed my knees and 
pulled them as wide as my bindings would allow. I 
suddenly knew where the next piercing was going and I 
started pleading with Fiver. I begged him not to do it. 

He listened to my pleas for a minute, really enjoying 
my terror. Then he started playing with my clitoris and 
getting it to stand up. I was far from being aroused 
and it took him a while, but nobody seemed to mind, 
except me. 

Finally he was satisfied and he swabbed me down with 
alcohol and someone clamped a hand down over my mouth 
as I screamed in pain when the needle was thrust 
through the skin over my clitoris. 

More than anything I really wanted to pass out right 
then. It was awful. Then he put a matching ring into 
the hole he had just made in my body and daubed it with 
more alcohol. I prayed that was the end of it. 

It was the end of the piercing. But it wasn't the end 
of the pain, or the sex. The bikers fucked me until 
late in the evening. I even had to eat out a couple of 
the females for everyone's amusement.

I cleaned myself up with a towel one of the women 
handed me, and then they all sat around and watched me 
get dressed. I looked around and found my camera, the 
memory card was full. Don should be pleased. I was 
about to leave when the woman who had answered the door 
when I first knocked asked, "How you getting home 
honey?"

I answered, "I have to take the bus."

She turned to Fiver and said, "You need to run her up 
there baby or she'll miss the last bus."

He didn't seem all that pleased, but he took me out to 
the driveway and started his bike and I climbed on 
behind him. I had never been on a motorcycle before and 
I was terrified, but he took it easy and I got to the 
bus stop, alive, just in time for him to park in front 
of the bus so that it wouldn't leave without me. I 
thanked him, which made him grin, and I got on the bus 
and went home.

Fiver had given me some instructions for keeping the 
piercings clean and he had also given me a tube of 
antiseptic cream. As soon as I got home I took another 
long bath and then I got out of the tub and stared at 
myself in the mirror. 

I didn't like what I saw. I am not the kind of woman 
who wears jewelry in her private parts and takes part 
in gang bangs with biker gangs.

I just didn't know what to do about it. At least, so 
far, the people I work with had detected no hint of my 
double life. If that were to happen I would have no 
more reason to go along with this blackmail. One word 
of this at work and I am ruined. And not just at my 
place of work. I would never be able to get a good job 
again, at least not in my field. Hell, nowhere that did 
a background check. 

After the piercings I heard nothing from Don for weeks. 
But constant dread was always there, the fear of what 
he would next use to humiliate me. Then one night there 
was a knock on my door and I went to open it.

It was early on a Saturday evening, just after six PM. 
When I opened the door I saw a teenager, a boy of 
around sixteen. I was relieved. When I saw him I 
assumed instantly that it was one of my neighbors, or 
someone looking for somebody and he had the wrong 
address. Until he said, "Don sent me."

The blood drained out of my brain, I almost collapsed 
at the door. "He's just a boy!" I thought.

I finally got myself under control and asked him what 
he wanted. He stepped in and closed the door and said, 
"First I want a blowjob. Then I want to watch you 
change into your little blue dress and then you are 
coming with me."

I groaned in despair and turned and led the boy into my 
small living room. I offered him a seat and when he was 
comfortable I knelt and, with a little help from him I 
opened his pants and sucked his cock. In the back of my 
mind I was thinking, "It has been nearly three weeks; 
it is kind of nice to have a cock in my mouth again." 
But as soon as I realized what I was thinking I 
mentally kicked myself.

The young man came very quickly. I sucked him dry and 
then I stood up and he followed me to my bedroom. I 
undressed and threw my t-shirt and my lounging shorts 
on the bed. I started to walk to the bureau to get out 
the blue outfit when the boy stopped me. He was 
fascinated by the rings in my nipples. He played with 
them for a moment before he noticed the third ring.

There was a look of awe on his face. I suppose, when 
you are a boy his age, having total control over a hot 
twenty-three year old redhead is a wet dream come true. 
He was gently examining all three rings now and the 
piercings had not quite fully healed. It was the first 
time that anyone besides me had touched them since they 
had been put in and it felt pretty stimulating.

He finally let me dress and then I slipped into a pair 
of shoes. When I was dressed he led me out to his car 
which was parked right out front. 

I had been lucky up until now, but this evening there 
were a half a dozen local boys that knew me sitting on 
the steps next door. When they saw me their jaws 
dropped open. I walked down my steps, terribly aware 
that the rings in my nipples and my clit were clearly 
visible through the little blue dress. 

All conversation came to a sudden stop when the group 
of boys saw me come out and get into the car out front. 
The teenager that had come to take me away looked as 
proud as a peacock to be seen with me. 

The boy drove for forty minutes, and during the ride I 
tried to find out how he found out my address, how he 
came to know that he need only say the magic words and 
I would be his sexual servant. He answered none of my 
questions. Not about Don or where we were going. He 
finally pulled into a driveway in front of an expensive 
house in an expensive suburb. There were a dozen other 
vehicles parked around, in the street and the driveway.

The boy got out and came around and held my door for 
me. I followed him into the house and down the stairs 
into a basement playroom. There was a pool table and a 
ping pong table and a large sitting area and there were 
also a dozen young men, all of them were apparently the 
same age as the boy that had driven me out here.

As we had descended the stairs I had heard a lot of the 
loud conversation. It all came to a sudden stop as we 
entered the room. The boys all looked at me with awe. 
The boy that had brought me, more worldly now that I 
had sucked his cock, said to me in a polite voice, "May 
I take your things?"

"My things" consisted of only my little blue dress. I 
took a deep breath and pulled it off and stood naked in 
front of a group of horny teenage boys. 

Nobody moved at first. Then a couple of the boys who 
were standing near me started exploring my body. When I 
didn't object the boys all gathered around and the ones 
that couldn't reach some part of my body just watched 
and waited impatiently for their turn. 

That didn't last long though. Soon I was on my knees 
and then on my hands and knees being taken from front 
and rear. It went on for hours, lasting until long 
after midnight. 

The boy that seemed to be in charge had been told 
enough about me to know that when I had been fucked I 
could be ordered to clean myself and swallow what I 
cleaned up. That degrading act was always a crowd 
pleaser. By two AM, when I was finally driven home, 
tired and sore, I had been fucked in every hole, over 
and over constantly for nearly seven hours. 

It hadn't just been the dozen boys that were there when 
I arrived. After I had worn them out they started 
calling their friends. I could not begin to count the 
number of boys I had sex with that night. The only good 
luck I had was that when one of the little perverts 
suggested I fuck the dog after I had worn them all out, 
enough of the others thought that was gross that it got 
dropped.

I spent what little of Sunday that I was conscious, 
just moping around the house in despair. I was actually 
contemplating suicide.

On Monday I went into work and when he saw me come in 
Dave called me into his office. I looked in and saw 
that he already had a cup of coffee so I got one for 
myself and went in.

As soon as I sat down he asked me if everything was 
alright. He said that I seemed distracted lately. Of 
course everything was most definitely not alright, but 
I could never tell anyone, and certainly not Dave. 

I respected Dave, and I was very fond of him. He had 
been very helpful after my speedy divorce. But I 
couldn't tell him all of the things I had done, or had 
done to me. I knew what I was now, but it would kill me 
if he found out.

I tried to assure him that I was fine, and I apologized 
if my work had been below par lately. He assured me 
that it had not but then he said, "Cam, don't freak 
out, but I am going to have to ask personnel to 
transfer you to another section. I can't have you work 
for me any longer." 

Well that did it. That was the last straw. I started 
sobbing, nearly hysterical. I was certain that Don had 
something to do with this. 

Dave jumped to his feet and ran around his desk. He 
closed his door and took me in his arms and tried to 
assure me that everything was OK. I finally calmed 
down. I was still crying quietly but I could at least 
converse now. 

"Oh god, Dave, I'm so sorry. Please, tell me what I 
did. I'll do better, I swear. I love working with you. 
I really love coming to work every morning."

I could have gone on, but he finally calmed me down and 
apologized. "Cam, I'm sorry, I am not saying this very 
well. You don't understand. We can't work together any 
more because I am falling in love with you. And I can't 
ask you out if you are my assistant. I want to take you 
out to dinner. But I can't date my assistant."

I stared at him for a moment, and a wave of warmth 
washed over me, until I remembered who I was now, what 
I had become. I thought of what I had done last 
Saturday. I thought of all of those other things that 
Don had forced me to do. And then I was hysterical 
again. 

Dave finally got me calmed down again. But whenever he 
tried to find out what was wrong I refused to tell him. 
But he is nothing if not persistent, and I realized 
that I was going to lose either way. I either tell him 
and he loses all respect for me, or I don't and he has 
me reassigned and then I have to tell him I can't go 
out with him because I am a slut now.

I took a sip of my cold coffee and asked him to sit 
back down. I had a horror story to tell him. He didn't 
go back behind his desk. Instead, he sat beside me and 
turned his chair to face me. I didn't want to be this 
close to him when he learned what I had become, but my 
life was over now, so I guess it doesn't matter.

I told him nearly everything. I left out some of the 
more disturbing details, but I told him the entire, 
gory story, from the first evening in the club, right 
up to the party in the suburbs last night. I told him 
about the DVDs and the pictures and the emails and the 
web cam.

The shock on his face broke my heart. I was much 
happier when Dave liked me. I finally was silent, my 
tale told. Dave sat back in his chair and under his 
breath he said, "Don Carter, I'll be god damned!"

Then he looked at me and smiled and asked, "If I make 
Don Carter go away, will you go out to dinner with me?"

Surely he is joking! "Dave! Did you hear nothing I just 
said?!" 

"Yes, I heard every word. It was a rousing tale, that's 
for sure. Someday, when you know me better, I would 
love to see those DVDs, but only if you don't mind. 
Now, as I see it, you started out innocently enough and 
ended up being blackmailed by an employee of this 
company, right?"

I nodded. I thought it was nice of him to offer to 
help, but Carter is pretty high up in the food chain 
here. Dave is just a junior executive. I tried to 
explain that to him, but he just smiled and explained 
that his mother and most of his other relatives were 
Pells. You remember, Pell, of Pell & Pell, Inc.? Dave 
was working his way up the ladder just like everyone 
else, but he definitely had some influence in the head 
office. 

I thought about it, about how nice it would be to be 
free. And I wanted that more than anything. I told Dave 
that I would do anything if he could set me free of 
Carter. I also pointed out that after the things I had 
done he couldn't possibly want anything to do with me. 
Besides, Carter would surely make those DVDs available 
and then everyone would know what I had done. I tried 
to make Dave understand that I would only be a 
liability to him if he pursued it.

Dave smiled and stood up and hugged me. And I really 
needed it right now. He held me for a few minutes and 
told me that he was pretty sure that he could take care 
of Carter and the DVDs. 

He also said that I could not be blamed for doing 
things that I had been forced to do while being 
blackmailed. Dave went on to say that he had already 
fallen in love with me and it was too late to change 
that now. Then he kissed my cheek and apologized for 
having a hard on when I told him what had happened to 
me. 

I looked up at his handsome, smiling face and smiled 
back through my tears and asked, "Do you really want to 
see the DVDs?"

"Someday," he said, "when you can handle it."

I didn't want to admit to him that I understood, 
because I watched them frequently and found them 
extremely arousing.

Dave walked me out to my desk and he brought me a fresh 
cup of coffee. Then he went into his office and closed 
the door and started making phone calls.

I finally calmed down and tried not to think about it 
and got back to work.

The next morning, as soon as I arrived at work I was 
called into the office of the branch manager. The 
manager was not in his office. Instead, Dave was there, 
and one of the Pells. I almost fainted. Dave introduced 
me to Edward Pell, his uncle and one of the two 
managing partners from the home office.

Mr. Pell stood up and came around the desk and hugged 
me and apologized for what I had gone through. He 
assured me that Mr. Carter would never bother me again. 
He said that he had flown into town early this morning 
to deliver the DVD collection to me, and assure me that 
there were no other copies anywhere. I was also assured 
that Carter's hard drive had been destroyed. No more 
compromising pictures of me existed. 

I was shocked. This man genuinely felt responsible for 
what Carter had done. I cried like a baby and thanked 
them both from the bottom of my heart. Mr. Pell wiped 
my eyes with his expensive handkerchief and then let me 
keep it. He led me to a seat and sat beside me and 
said, "Now, about this other problem."

I didn't know what other problem he was referring to 
and Mr. Pell saw the confusion in my expression. He 
smiled and said, "Dave tells me you refuse to go out 
with him because you believe you are a 'fallen woman' 
or some such nonsense."

I looked at Dave. Damn he was persistent!

Mr. Pell continued, "I need to make you aware that, 
much as I hate to swell his head, he is a rising star 
in this company and will one day be running it. And I 
have always been fond of him because he is genuinely 
one of the nicest men I know. He is kind and generous 
to a fault. And I have seen his face while he talked 
about you. I wish you would reconsider his dinner 
proposal."

I smiled at him, at both of them. Then I said, "Mr. 
Pell, you have seen those pictures of me on the covers 
of those DVDs. Neither you nor Dave, from this day on, 
will ever be able to look at me and not think of those 
pictures, or the things that I allowed that son of a 
bitch to make me do. Do you really want to have to look 
at your nephew's bride across a dinner table and see 
those images in your mind?"

"You are as intelligent as you are beautiful. That is 
why you have done so well so quickly in this company. I 
would be proud to have you as a member of my family. As 
for your little misadventure with Carter, well, you 
need to spend a day or two with my wife. She used to be 
a stripper. Man! The stories she can tell!"

Mr. Pell stood up and said, "Now, there is nothing more 
to talk about. You will be moving to a new office down 
the hall. Your first order of business will be to 
interview for a new assistant. Two new assistants, 
actually, one for Dave since you are leaving him, and 
one for yourself since you are taking over as manager 
of a new section. If I were you I would make sure that 
you picked someone really ugly to work with Dave."

Mr. Pell hugged me again and said goodbye and left. I 
stood there shocked, holding a bag of nasty DVDs, as 
Dave waited for me to say something. 

I didn't know what to day. Yesterday I was 
contemplating suicide, today I was in heaven! My entire 
life was rewritten in one twenty-four hour period! It 
occurred to me that that had happened to me twice now. 
I got into this mess the same way.

I looked at Dave and said, "Thank you. I can never 
thank you enough. Here," I said and I handed him the 
bag of DVDs. 

"No," he said, "you hang onto them. I want to watch 
them with you, after dinner."

I fell to my knees in front of the chair where he was 
sitting and brought his hand to my face and kissed it 
and held it to my face. He stood up and pulled me to my 
feet and held me close. "Don't kneel in front of me 
like that, it gets me all excited," he said and 
laughed. 

I kissed him softly and asked him what I should wear to 
dinner. While he was thinking about that, I was 
thinking about the look he was going to have on his 
face when he saw me in that little, blue dress.

THE END

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To that small group of disturbed people who have 
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank 
you.

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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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