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She becomes a victim of his two teenage sons and teenage daughter and is raped and tormented while the boss is out of town. This is not a story for the faint of heart. (mf+/teens/F, nc, exh, blkmail, drugs, beast, ws) *** I knew better before I even opened my mouth. I am not good with kids. They make me uncomfortable and they seem to know it. But I have a curse. I am one of those people that likes to help out when I can. So when my boss was fuming and so terribly upset at the office yesterday I asked what had upset him so. I knew that he was all set to leave on a ten day cruise with his wife. It was going to be their second honeymoon. We had been working furiously to get ahead at work so that he could take off for twelve days and not have to worry about things at the office. To be honest, I was looking forward to it as much as he was. It was going to be like a holiday for me too. For the next two weeks my only job was going to be answering the phone and taking messages. Since everyone knew that he was going away there shouldn't be much of that either. It isn't that I don't like my boss. He is very nice to me and I like working for him very much. I have always been intimidated by him though. So I may not be getting spoiled on a luxury cruise ship, but I was going to enjoy the quiet ten days around the office. He and his wife were leaving in the company plane after work tonight. They were going to fly down to Ft. Lauderdale and spend the night in a hotel. Then they were to board the cruise ship on Saturday morning. It had been a hard week for both of us and we both needed the rest that we were going to get in the next two weeks. I had been in his office going over some last minute details when the phone rang. I answered it. That's my job after all. It was his wife calling. She was frantic. She sounded almost hysterical. I handed him the phone and watched as his face turned dark, dark red and I knew from his expression that he was furious. The thing about Mr. Clark, my boss, is that when he gets mad like that he doesn't yell or stomp around. He gets quiet and he looks like he is just about to explode. He listened to his wife for a few minutes and he never said a word. He just set the receiver down gently in the cradle and stared straight ahead. I was terrified. I'm not sure why. I don't think that I was afraid that he would harm me. I guess I had just never seen anyone that angry before. I finally asked timidly, "What's wrong Mr. Clark?" I wasn't sure he had heard me at first. But after a long, uncomfortable moment he said in a very quiet and controlled tone of voice, "My mother-in-law crapped out on us." His mother-in-law was to come and stay in their house and watch their four kids while Mr. Clark and his wife were on the cruise. I knew better, I swear I did. I just couldn't help myself. I was kicking myself before I even spoke, but I meekly suggested, "Would you like me to watch the kids while you're on vacation sir?" I sometimes say the dumbest things! He stared at me for a moment. I didn't have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. "You couldn't handle my kids." It was written all over his face, and I was reasonably certain that he was right. But I had that damned birth defect I couldn't overcome. I had to offer to help. He had three teenage boys and a teenage girl. They ranged in age from a thirteen year old boy, Kirk; the twins, Kyra and Kevin who were fifteen; and Keary, the sixteen year old. Mr. Clark once said that Keary was Celtic name which meant 'father's dark child' and it had turned out to be far too accurate. The only one of his kids that I had ever met was the girl, Kyra. She had been every bit as rude and obnoxious as you would expect of a teenager these days. I had met her only briefly when her mother had stopped by the office to see Mr. Clark one day and while she was in his office Kyra had stayed outside in my office with me. For the ten minutes or so that she was there it was like I couldn't breathe. When Mrs. Clark came out of the office and they left I actually sat back and gasped for air. After a long pause, during which I prayed fervently that Mr. Clark would thank me for my kind offer and refuse it, he finally said, "Gail, I have no choice. For the sake of my marriage and my sanity I am going to have to accept your offer. I think that we both know that I am throwing you into the lion's den. I can only apologize in advance and promise to make this up to you." I smiled at the way that he put it. We both knew that I was getting in over my head here. But he was trapped by circumstances and I was trapped by my big mouth. He said, "I'll call my wife and tell her. You go home and pack up what you'll need and come to my house as soon as you can. As I recall you once met Kyra. We'll show you around and introduce you to the rest of the demon horde. I know this isn't going to be the restful two weeks that you were anticipating in my absence. I'm sorry." It was still mid-afternoon on Friday, but I would need time to pack so as Mr. Clark picked up the phone to call his wife I straightened out my desk and turned off my computer and drove home. I had been living alone in a small apartment since my divorce three years ago. My husband had fallen for his secretary and left me after just one year of marriage. I had been devastated. I was so mad at him and men in general that I had not been on a date since he left me. It isn't that I don't get asked. I am twenty-four years old. I have been told that I have a pretty face and a 'killer smile'. I have long, dark red hair and a figure that I am quite proud of, though to be honest I don't do much to keep it. My slender figure is due more to my diet of soups and salads and the occasional sea food dinner than an exercise regimen. I get some exercise from time to time. I join a gym or take up jogging and I work out for a while. But to be honest, exercise bores me to tears, so it is never very long before I slip back into my old slothful ways. In other words, I am sexy by an accident of nature, but I do turn men's heads. I am asked out fairly often but I have no desire to date. Not now anyway, probably not ever. Since I am being honest I guess that I should probably also say that one of the reasons that my husband left me is that I am not very fond of sex. I have always found it demeaning and embarrassing. When I overhear other women talking about a night of great sex they have just enjoyed or how much they enjoy having sex with this man or that man I don't get it. I suppose I envy them. I know that there is a lot missing from my life. I have no love or affection in my life, no intimacy. But the idea of what constitutes a woman's role in a sexual relationship just about makes me ill. My ex, before he left me, tried to get me to talk to a professional. He said that he loved me but that he couldn't live the way that we were and he wanted me to get help. I suppose that in the back of my mind I knew I had a problem. I just couldn't acknowledge it. I thought, I still think, that the sex act was designed for the pleasure of the male and is demeaning to women. If the only way to avoid it is to live my life alone then so be it. I drove to my apartment and went straight to my tiny bedroom. I pulled my suitcase out from under the bed and opened it. I packed enough clothes for a week. Mr. Clark had told me to bring my bathing suit. They had a pool and a hot tub in the back yard. I packed my toiletry bag grabbed the book I was reading and wheeled my suitcase out to car. I had never been to Mr. Clark's house. I knew where it was though. He lived in the nicest area in town. His neighbors were all doctors and lawyers and Indian chiefs. Well, maybe not Indian chiefs, but prominent businessmen. The houses were all huge estates with well manicured lawns and a lot of space between them. When I arrived Mr. Clark met me in the driveway. He had been loading his luggage into the limo that was taking him to the jetport. He helped me with my bag and I followed him inside. His wife was still upstairs but his four rowdy kids were at the kitchen table eating pizza. They all looked up when we came in. Mr. Clark introduced me to all of them and the expressions on their faces were scary, especially the oldest, Keary. I was not expecting this to be easy. But I had not expected the lustful leer on the face of a sixteen year old boy when I was being introduced. Kevin, the fifteen year old had a bit of that too, but he and his twin sister and the youngest boy looked more mischievous than lustful. Well, perhaps not so much mischievous as devilish. They were a scary sight. I was invited to join the kids. There was pizza a plenty. I had to admit that it smelled good. I had not eaten pizza in a long time. But those scary kids took away my appetite. I knew, looking at them now, that I had made a huge mistake. I was way over my head with these four. More than anything I wanted to tell Mr. Clark that I had made a mistake. I turned to look at him though and I saw on his face that he knew it too. He looked guilty, but desperate. I had worked for Mr. Clark for more than five years now. I went to work for him almost as soon as I got out of high school. I knew him pretty well. I also knew the witch that he had married. She was probably the only person in the world that Mr. Clark was afraid of. He was not going to disappoint her. They were going on that cruise and if the house was nothing but rubble when they returned then they would deal with it at that time. I smiled nervously and tried to assure Mr. Clark that it would be alright once the kids and I got better acquainted. He rolled his eyes, not believing me for a minute. He picked up my suitcase and led me to the mother-in-law suite off of the kitchen. It was not being used and would be my home for the next two weeks. It was very nice, nicer than my apartment! It had a large bedroom and a very modern bathroom with a large walk-in shower. There was a nice sized sitting room with a big screen television. Mr. Clark showed me around and was about to show me how to use the television but I explained to him that I didn't watch television. He raised his eyebrow and I explained that I loved to read and I had brought my book with me. He led me back out to the kitchen and showed me a list of emergency numbers and special instructions. There were not a lot of instructions for the kids. School had just gotten out for the summer and they were pretty lax about things like bedtimes and guests. The kids were obviously spoiled rotten and my job seemed to be to make sure that no one starved to death or robbed a bank. He showed me the beautiful backyard with the huge pool and finally Mrs. Clark came down and they were ready to leave. She barely acknowledged my existence as she breezed through the house on the way out to the limo. Their goodbye to the kids was just, "We're leaving, see you in two weeks. Try to behave." Then they were gone and I was alone with the four scariest kids in town. I went to my rooms and started unpacking. I was startled by a sound as I was opening my suitcase and I turned to see Keary standing in the door to my bedroom. I straightened up and asked, "Yes, what do you want Keary?" He just smiled his evil little smile and said, "I just thought that since we are going to be living together for two weeks we should get acquainted." He sounded like a guy trying to pick a girl up in a bar! I responded, "I'll be out as soon as I finish unpacking, Keary, and please don't come into my room without knocking again. You startled me." He just smiled and acted as if I had never spoken. He came in and said, "I think we're going to get along just fine. I know we are going to enjoy having you." He said that last with an obvious smirk. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to scream at him to get the hell out of my room. I didn't for two reasons. I had to try to get along with this kid for two weeks. It would be easier if we could have an amicable relationship. But that aside, this kid was taller than me and outweighed me by at least fifty pounds! For some reasons when I had been contemplating the idea of watching over four teenagers I had been picturing children in my mind. These kids, even the thirteen year old were young adults. Keary was large and strong and obviously had a dominant personality, just like his father. He was very intimidating. He came in and sat on the bed and said, "You go ahead and unpack Gail. While you are doing that we can talk and then we can go out and swim for a while and you can get to know the other three." I stood there staring at him. I didn't want to unpack in front of him for some reason. I am not even sure why. It just seemed like he was invading my privacy. But he was sounding so reasonable and I felt helpless in the face of his intractability. I began hanging up my clothes and he watched me as I took everything out of my suitcase. As I unpacked he kept up a running conversation pretty much on his own. There were numerous, thinly veiled sexual innuendos and at times I felt very much like he was the adult and I the child in this relationship. At one point I came back out of the closet after hanging up a couple of dresses and Keary was sitting there holding a pair of my panties in one hand and one of my bras in the other. He ignored me and looked at the tag on the bra, checking for my bra size I assume. I rushed over and snatched my underwear out of his hand and ordered him to leave my clothes alone. He just smiled. I told him to leave me alone so that I could unpack and he just sat there smiling. There was more than a little bit of a challenge in his voice when he said, "But Gail, I'm not through getting acquainted." I had a pretty good idea why Mr. Clark's mother-in-law had come up with an excuse to get out of looking after these little monsters. I was going to have to do something to establish order around here or the next two weeks were going to be impossible. Just then the situation got even more confusing. Kyra came in with a glass of coke for me. She smiled politely and said, "Here Ms. Cone. I thought you could use a drink." Then she turned to Keary and said, "Come on Keary, stop being a pain." I was grateful for her support. I didn't really want the coke but she was on my side and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I took several sips of the coke and continued unpacking. I grabbed all of my underwear and took it over to the dresser. I separated it into drawers and when I turned back Keary was holding up my bathing suit. I sometimes think that I am the only woman my age that wears a one piece bathing suit. I am a very modest person. It really bothers me sometimes, that women who are modest are held up to ridicule and those women that flaunt their bodies and their sexuality are admired. But I have no intention of changing my ways. I am embarrassed by the negative attention that I receive for dressing modestly. But I could never be the kind of woman who dresses to display her body in public. In as stern a voice as I could summon up I said, "Keary! Put that down. You have no right to go through my clothes like that! Behave yourself." He just stared at me for a moment and then he asked with a note of incredulity in his voice, "You are shitting me, right?! You don't really wear this thing do you?! Jesus Gail, you are one hot chick! You should be wearing a hot bikini." I stormed over to him and attempted to grab my suit from his hands and said, "I am not a chick! And I will thank you to watch your language around me. I do not tolerate vulgar language. I doubt very much if your father would permit you to use that kind of language and I won't either." Keary had held onto my suit but Kyra pulled it out of his hands and handed it to me. She pulled Keary to his feet and pulled him from the room. He allowed himself to be escorted out, reluctantly. At the door Kyra whispered something to him and he finally left. Kyra came back in and apologized for her brother's behavior. She acted as if it was pretty normal, which did not inspire me with confidence. She handed me my coke and said, "Here, have a drink and try to calm down." Then she raised her glass as if in a toast and I drank a little more of it. Kyra waited until I was about to put it down and she said, "Why don't you finish it off and I'll get you another one. I'm glad you're here. It's nice having another woman in the house. My mom goes out and leaves us alone a lot. A lot of times I'm home alone with three rotten boys. You and I need to stick together." I was beginning to think she was right. I swallowed the last of my coke and she took the glass from me and went back out to the kitchen. She returned just as I was closing up my suitcase and sliding it under the bed. She handed me a fresh coke and we sat and sipped our drinks and engaged in a little idle gossip for a while. Before very long I started feeling a little light headed. I felt as though I had been drinking alcohol. I sniffed the drink but I couldn't detect any alcohol. Kyra kept urging me to finish my drink. I didn't really want any more but for some reason, every time she told me to take a drink, I drank. Things get pretty hazy after that. Kyra took my empty glass away and I remember her asking me how I felt. I don't remember if I answered. I remember Keary coming back in and Kevin and Kirk entered the room behind him. I remember being uncomfortable about all those boys being in my room. I think I remember Keary sitting down on my bed beside me. After that I don't remember a thing. The next thing that I knew it was morning. I knew as soon as I awoke that something terrible had happened. I was naked for one thing. I never sleep in the nude. But I didn't even notice that at first. There was a horrible taste in my mouth and my throat was so sore I could hardly swallow. When I tried to move, my vagina and my anus felt like they were full of broken glass. I opened my eyes finally. My head hurt so bad that even that was difficult. I looked down and saw that my body was covered in filth. There was something white which had dried on my skin and flaking off everywhere. I ran my fingers over it and shivered in disgust. I knew what it must be. It was obvious that I had been raped. Judging from the condition of my body I must have been raped repeatedly in my sleep last night. I suddenly remembered that I had not gone to bed last night. The last thing I could remember was Kyra giving me a coke. I had been drugged! I struggled to my feet and with difficulty I rushed to the door to lock it. The door knob had been removed! I couldn't even lock my door. I rushed to the bathroom and the knob was missing from that door too. The first thing I did was to drop to my knees at the toilet and throw up violently. It was mostly the dry heaves. I hadn't eaten anything since lunch yesterday. But I was sick at the realization of what those boys had done to me last night. When I had my stomach under control I took a quick, very hot shower. I was anxious to dress and leave before they could come back in and see me like this. But it was too late to worry about modesty at this point and I had to clean that disgusting filth from my body. It was crusted everywhere. My face, my breasts, my stomach, but especially my thighs were covered in it. My hair was even stiff with it! I scrubbed my body and shampooed my hair and dried off quickly. I brushed my teeth for a very long time. Finally, except for the pain the traces of what they had done to me were gone and I hurried back out to my bedroom. Kyra was sitting on my bed smirking at me and I screamed at her. "You little bitch! You wait until your father finds about what you did last night. I should have called the police as soon as I woke up and I would have if I wasn't so fond of you father. Now you get out of my room right this minute!" She just sat there grinning at me infuriatingly. I spun around to go to my closet and get something to wear. I didn't even notice the padlock until I tried to wrench the door open. I screamed in frustration and fury and turned back to Kyra, demanding the key to the lock. She just smiled and said, "You might as well just settle your skanky ass down, you stupid cunt." I screamed again and went to my dresser. I needed something, anything to cover my nudity. It was empty! All of my clothes were gone! I couldn't even put my underwear on! I wheeled back around and demanded that she get me the key to my closet and return my underwear. She just grinned and said, "You're going to have to talk to Keary about that. Somehow I don't see that happening anytime soon. The guys are waiting for you in the living room. They have something to show you." I was on the verge of tears now. I asked her for something to wear. I certainly couldn't go anywhere like this! She just shrugged and said, "It isn't up to me. But I recommend you hurry your ass out there. The longer you keep Keary waiting the worse it's going to be." I decided that this had to end. I went to the nightstand, intending to call the police. The phone was gone! I glanced over at the dresser. My purse containing my cell phone was gone. I was trapped. I pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around my body as best I could. I stormed out of the room and into the kitchen. That phone was gone too. I didn't want to do it, but I was left with no choice but to confront Keary. I went into the living room and all three boys were there. Kyra was following along behind me. Keary smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "Damn! I thought you were going to sleep all fucking day!" I cringed at his language, but I let it pass. I just wanted my clothes and my purse. I wanted out of here, immediately! With as much dignity as I could muster under the circumstances I demanded that he return my belongings. I told him that if he did not return my purse and give me the key to my closet I would be forced to call the police. He just smiled an understanding smile and in a calm, reasonable voice, sounding much like he was talking to a child, he said, "You should sit down first. We have something to show you and then we are going to need to talk." I screamed at him, "NO! GIVE ME MY CLOTHES!" He was unmoved. He just grinned that infuriating grin and said quietly, "Sit down Gail. Sit down right here beside me. Don't make me get up. You'll be sorry if I have to get up." I screamed again, wordlessly, in fury and frustration. I stood in front of him and demanded, "What do you want to show me Keary?! Let's get this over with and then I am getting out of here. I don't give a damn what happens to you monsters in the next two weeks!" Keary got to his feet and grabbed a handful of my hair. He put his face right up in mine and growled, "God damn it bitch! I'm trying to be nice here. You had best learn that you aren't in charge here. I am! When I tell you to do something you do it. Now you sit down over here beside me on the couch and you shut up and you stare at the television. After you watch the little show we have for you, then we can talk." He guided me to the couch and there was nothing I could do about it. My hands were still holding the sheet around my body and I didn't dare let it go. As soon as I was roughly pushed down on the center cushion he sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. I tried to pull away but he held me close and finally I gave up my futile struggle and stared at the television. When I had at last given up and sat quietly on the couch as Keary demanded, everyone turned their attention to the television. Kyra picked up the remote and started the DVD player. The television came to life and I screamed as I saw a clear, digital picture of me and Kyra on my bed making out like a couple of horny teenagers! I sat there shaking my head as I stared at the screen. I had apparently been an active participant! I was returning those passionate kisses and as her hand moved over my body I had seemed to really enjoy it. I screamed, "STOP IT! TURN THAT OFF!" I tried to struggle to my feet but Keary held me in the seat and in a firm voice he said, "Sit still and enjoy the show, you stupid cunt! We are." I stopped struggling and stared at the screen as Kyra began to undress me. I tried to cover my face with my hands. I didn't want to see this. Keary wouldn't permit it though. He reached over and pulled my hands down and ordered me to keep them at my side and to keep watching, the show was just getting started. Kyra had gotten my blouse off and I didn't resist as she reached down with one hand and released the front closure on my bra. My bra sprang open, baring my breasts and I groaned in embarrassment as the four kids stared at my naked breasts. I realized now that they had all seen them last night, seen them and more. But I had been drugged then. I was aware now and I had never felt as humiliated in my life as I did at this very moment. I groaned and shook my head, but I sat there helplessly as Kyra's hand began to tease my breast on the screen. Keary spoke softly in my ear as we watched Kyra in effect raping me on television. He leaned closer and said, "I do love those tits Gail. So firm and perky, it's hard to believe they are only a B cup. I guess they look bigger because you are so slender. I love those nipples too. I love the way they got hard when I pinched them or sucked on them." I felt his hand slide down off my shoulder and come to rest on my breast and I tried to shrug it off. He ignored my feeble efforts and cupped my breast in his hand. I whispered, "Please Keary, please don't do that. Don't touch me there. It isn't right." He chuckled and said, "You didn't say that last night sweetheart. You really seemed to enjoy it last night." "YOU DRUGGED ME!" I exclaimed. "I don't remember anything that happened last night. You're a rapist!" He sounded so reasonable and calm when he said, "Don't be silly Gail. Look at you. You are enjoying that. You aren't being raped." I had been distracted by Keary's hand on my breast. Now I looked back at the screen and saw that Kyra was working my shorts off, exposing my plain, white nylon panties. Keary chuckled and said, "Look at those fucking granny panties! I'm doing you a favor taking your clothes away Gail. A girl as pretty as you should dress in much nicer clothes. But don't worry. We are going to take care of that this weekend. You are going to be so fucking hot!" Kyra had my shorts down and I had apparently kicked them off without any prompting from her. I was left in only my panties and the camera suddenly zoomed in on my vulva and the wet spot in my panties. How could I possibly have been wet?! I am not that way! I don't get off on sex with girls! I think it's disgusting! It was obvious though that last night, kissing Kyra and submitting to her hands caressing my body I had enjoyed it. My face was burning as I watched her hand slip down inside of my underwear and tease my vulva. The camera zoomed in again and it was obvious that her finger was teasing my slit. How could she do that to me?! How could she do that to anyone?! I tried again to cover my face as she began to pull down my underwear. I don't understand why I looked so alert, so aware on their DVD but I couldn't remember any of this. I was smiling and I even lifted my butt up so that she could pull my panties down. Keary squeezed my breast to get my attention and shook his head. I dropped my hands to my sides again and sat there crying quietly as on the screen I kicked my panties off. There was a huge close-up of my vulva and the moisture glistening on my labia. Then the camera pulled back and there was another shot of she and I kissing. Then she laughed and said something I couldn't make out and got out of my bed. As soon as Kyra, who was still fully dressed, walked off camera Keary stepped into the picture. He was naked! He went over and got in bed with me I didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, I looked like I was glad to see him. We started kissing and his hands began to explore my body. The look of enjoyment on my face was obvious. No one could look at this movie and tell that I had been drugged. Nor could they look at it and guess that I had been anything but a more than willing participant. I was smiling and returning his kisses and after a moment he placed my hand on his hard penis. I had wrapped my fingers around it and held it happily. As we watched, Keary reached over and began to loosen the sheet from around my naked body. I shook my head and whispered, "No! Please don't. Oh god, please don't! I can't be naked here with all of you like this. I just can't." He just smiled and said, "Don't be silly Gail. Of course you can. You were naked with us for hours last night. You really seemed to enjoy it. Do you know what I think Gail? I think your subconscious mind is just fine. It's your conscious mind that is all fucked up. You just need to learn how to relax and enjoy life." That sounded almost like something my ex-husband would have said. I didn't believe my ex-husband and I didn't believe Keary. I stopped struggling and allowed Keary to pull the sheet that was my only covering free. He carefully pulled it away from my body and allowed it to fall to my sides, exposing my naked body to the four teenagers in the room. I was mortified. I had to look at the television now. I could not look anyone else in the room in the eye. I had started crying softly again but I wasn't fighting. I'm not sure why. I would not have allowed my husband to undress me in the living room if it had just been the two of us! Keary's hand returned to my breast and I watched the television, trying desperately to think of some way out of this horrible situation. On screen I could see Keary and I kissing and his hand exploring my body. I don't know much about those drugs that they give girls when they want to rape them these days. From what I had heard I had thought that they made the girl unconscious. That was obviously not what had happened to me. I could see myself reacting to the kissing and the touching and it looked like I loved it. When Keary's hand moved down to my sex on the television I had spread my legs to give him total freedom to explore. I saw myself gasp and then giggle like a silly schoolgirl on the television. My hand was still holding his hard penis and I was moving it now with no urging from him. Meanwhile, here on the couch watching, Keary had dropped his other hand to my upper thigh and was slowly inching it closer to where my tightly closed thighs came together. I heard a noise and looked around to see that Kyra was filming me again. The camera was catching Keary's left hand on my breast and his right hand, now only a fraction of an inch from my moist slit. I jumped when his finger touched me in that most intimate part of my body. But still I didn't struggle. Well, I did struggle. I struggled not to gasp in pleasure at the first touch of a male hand on my vulva since my divorce. Or at least the first touch while I was conscious and not under the influence of some drug that had been slipped into my drink. Keary whispered into my ear, "Look at the TV. See where your hand is cunt? That felt pretty damned good. I want you to put your hand around my cock now, just like you did last night." I don't know why I obeyed. I hated this. I hated everything they were doing to me and everything they were making me do. It was all so demeaning. It was rape! But I did what he asked. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his hard penis. I almost pulled my hand away when I felt the disgusting moisture that was oozing out of him and now coated his sex organ. I shuddered in revulsion, but I left my hand where it was. Keary said, "Watch this Gail, here comes one of the good parts." I forced myself to watch. On the television screen Keary was up on his knees now and moving towards my face with his large, hard penis bobbing wildly as he moved. I nearly got sick as I watched him come to a stop by my face. I saw that the smile wasn't on my face at that moment. I looked confused. Keary quickly cleared up my confusion. I heard him say, "Open wide you sweet cunt. Let's see if you're any good at sucking cock." My stomach churned as I watched. In response to his command I had opened my mouth and allowed him to pull my face down over his throbbing sex organ. I had, on a couple of occasions, kissed my ex-husband's penis after he had begged me to perform oral sex on him. I normally refused to perform such a perverted act, but on two occasions I had given in. I want to hasten to point out that although he frequently requested that I perform oral sex on him, he never once offered to perform that service for me. I would have refused to allow it of course. But he never once offered. I had kissed his penis a couple of times, but I had never once taken it into my mouth. Yet there I was on the screen, sliding my lips down over Keary's penis. The camera zoomed in for a close-up. We couldn't see his face, but we could hear him moaning in pleasure as half of his sex organ sank into my mouth. He held onto my head once he had reached that point where I had started gagging. Then he began to saw in and out of my mouth for just a very short time before I saw him tense up and it was obvious that he was cumming in my mouth. I may have been drugged, but I was still unable to cope with that. I had gagged and choked and tried to pull away as he ejaculated into my mouth. I could see his ejaculate oozing out of my mouth around the shaft of his penis and finally he pulled it out of my mouth and patted me on the head. In the voice you might expect to hear from an understanding parent he said, "Don't worry Gail. You just need more practice. You'll get better. Now scoop that up and put it back in your mouth and swallow it sweetheart. You can't let that stuff go to waste." And I did! I watched in total disbelief as I smiled at Keary and then carefully scooped up all of his spend that had escaped from my mouth and transferred it back onto my tongue whereupon I promptly swallowed it all. Meanwhile, here on the couch, Keary reached down and lifted my leg and placed it over his own, spreading my legs apart and exposing my sex. His hand returned to my sex and he began to work two fingers inside of my vagina. I was not wet at all and it was very uncomfortable. Kyra came in for a couple of close-ups and then moved back when Kevin moved over and sat on the other side of me on the couch. Soon they both had their hands on me and at times they both had their fingers inside of me at the same time. My vagina had begun to lubricate, despite the fact that I was not aroused in the least. So their groping was becoming less uncomfortable, at least physically. My mind was screaming at me to run from this house as fast as my legs could carry me. But I knew that I couldn't. I was a prisoner now. I was a prisoner of three strong boys and a girl with a video camera. I knew that their plan to ensnare me and turn me into their toy for the next two weeks had worked perfectly. I could never allow anyone to see the DVD that was playing now. And it had just started. God knows what else was on it. I shook myself from my reverie and returned my attention to the screen. Keary had gotten out of my bed and as soon as he moved out of the way Kevin had climbed into bed with me. He had pushed my legs apart and now I watched as for the first time in my life someone touched their lips and tongue to my sex. I may have been only semi-conscious last night. But I had certainly reacted to Kevin's tongue on my labia. My butt had come right up off of the bed and I had held onto his head with both hands and cried out with pleasure. Watching my extreme reaction left me wondering fleetingly what it might be like. But it was a nasty thing to do and I would never have permitted myself to be demeaned in that manner if I had not been drugged out of my mind. I watched in surprise. It humiliated me all the more when I had an orgasm as Kevin teased me with his tongue. I was embarrassed because that was the first time I had ever had an orgasm with another person, even while I was married. I had, on rare occasions, sought relief from the shower massager, a trick I learned about from a magazine. It had been quite pleasant. I didn't do that often though because every time I did it my conscience bothered me for a week afterwards. But sometimes you just have to do something to relieve the stress. After my orgasm Kevin had moved up over me and I watched now as he began to slide his organ over the sopping wet entrance to my vagina. I had reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me and cried out for him to put it in. And he had! Even though he was only fifteen, Kevin's sex organ was larger than my ex-husband's. As he entered me I had cried out in pleasure. I will never understand how I could have been so responsive yet have not a single recollection of the events of last night. It was obvious though that I was not unconscious and that I was enjoying myself immensely. To be perfectly candid, looking at my face on the television now, I can't help thinking that I had never enjoyed sex so much as I had when Kevin raped me last night, first with his tongue and then with his penis. It was apparent as we watched that I had several more orgasms before Kevin reached orgasm and flooded my vagina with his seed. As we sat there on the couch watching on the television as Kevin get out of my bed, he reached over and placed my hand on his penis. Now I had a penis in each hand. Kevin sighed and said, "Just hold it. Don't move your hand or I'm gonna cum. Watching this is turning me the fuck on!" The screen went blank for a second and then I saw Kyra come back into the picture. She had changed clothes. She had taken her shorts off and was wearing a skirt now. She got into the bed with me and moved up to sit back against the headboard. She spoke to me softly and I had giggled again and then got up on my hands and knees. The camera was filming from the rear and it was a truly obscene view of my buttocks and my swollen vulva. I could see a thin trail of the slime that Kevin had shot into my vagina. It was clinging to my labia and some of it had begun to slide down one thigh. I watched in disgust as I inched up and began to insert my head up under Kyra's skirt. She held it down carefully to avoid giving her brother's an eyeful. I watched with dismay as it became obvious what I was doing under the girl's skirt. It was obvious by my actions and by the look on Kyra's face. I was performing oral sex on her! As we all watched the action on the screen there were numerous comments from the boys about how she was cheating by wearing clothes when everyone else was naked. She ignored them until Keary said, "Hell sis, we've all seen you naked anyway." They stopped watching the action on the screen as she argued with them about whether or not they had seen her naked as they claimed. The argument came to a sudden end when Kevin said, "If we hadn't seen you naked then we wouldn't know that you trim your pussy hair into a thin line and that there is a mole that's a little smaller than a dime on your right butt cheek." She looked at him for a minute and then finally she found her voice. "How in the hell do you know that?!" Keary smiled and said, "We told you sis. We see you naked all the time. We've been spying on you for over a year now." "How?!" she asked. She obviously believed them now, but she was very upset at the invasion of her privacy and she couldn't imagine how they had managed it. Keary just chuckled and said, "Hell, we'd be pretty dumb to tell you how we do it wouldn't we?" She stared at Keary for a few minutes. She was seething. But we were all brought back to the action on the screen as it showed her enjoying a very loud orgasm last night. As she thrashed about her skirt rode up, almost exposing the point where my mouth was still pleasuring her body. She noticed it though and she tugged her skirt down. She didn't seem to be bothered by all three of her brothers watching her have an orgasm. She only seemed to be bothered by the thought that they had spied on her and seen her naked. I didn't think that there was that much distinction. But of course, I was sitting here naked and being molested by two teenage boys while a teenage girl recorded it for their future amusement and, I suppose, in case they needed any more blackmail material. Kyra was swearing quietly under her breath as she continued filming. On the screen I saw her push me away and carefully stand up. As soon as she was out of bed Kirk climbed up behind me. I had already gotten back up on my hands and knees to make room for Kyra to get out of bed. Kirk ordered me to stay just the way I was and he moved up and entered me from the rear as if I were an animal. I must have enjoyed it. There was a look of extreme pleasure on my face. I don't know what size Kirk's penis is. I didn't get a chance to see it. Whoever had been filming had been behind us. It was apparently long enough and thick enough to satisfy me though. After a couple of minutes I had put my head down on my arms and Kirk had begun to stroke in and out of me so fast it was almost a blur on the television. I was grunting loudly with every stroke but he hadn't lasted quite long enough for me to reach orgasm. I had looked pretty disappointed as he pulled his softening penis out of me last night. Now, as I sat here watching I had gotten so wrapped up in what was happening that for just a second I had thought how unfair that was. When I realized what I was thinking I quickly came to my senses and reminded myself that I was watching a recording of a gang rape starring me. After Kirk finished with me and stood up, the sex started getting more disturbing. Keary got back on the bed and I was forced to watch now as he forced his penis into my anus for the first time. It was obvious from the look on my face and my cries of pain that I had not enjoyed it. Keary had though. Even though he had just ejaculated in my mouth not long ago he gripped my buttocks and exclaimed, "Damn! That is one tight ass bitch! You guys are going to love this!" I watched in disgust as he sped up and then reached orgasm, shooting his slimy ejaculate into my anus. When Keary finally caught his breath and pulled out of me I saw that I had been crying. I was still crying when Kevin got back on the bed and forced his sex organ into my mouth. The camera came in close and I was able to see that his penis was still coated with dried semen from when he had had intercourse with me earlier. I offered no resistance though. Not until he began trying to force his penis into my throat for the first time. That was when I started to struggle. I put my arms up and tried to push Kevin away as he was holding my head and trying to force his penis into my throat. I was crying out in pain but my cries were muffled by his organ in my mouth. I heard Keary say something and Kirk got up on the bed behind me and grabbed my arms. He rested his hard penis in the crevice between my buttocks and held my arms, leaving me helpless to defend myself. Keary came closer and he began telling me how to take a man into my throat and at first it didn't even look like I knew that he was there. He reached under me and pinched one of my nipples and when he had my attention he repeated his instructions and soon Kevin's penis was entering my throat on every stroke. When I had gotten used to it, Kirk let my arms go and he began to force his penis into my recently abused anus. I had reached back and attempted to push him away but he just ignored me. The sex on the television was getting to Kevin. He really enjoyed watching as he had been the first to insert a penis into my throat. He pulled his hands away from my breast and my vagina and said, "Keary, I can't take it anymore. I need to fuck her and I don't mean later! Hell, if I had known how much fun it was to rape a chick I'd have started a long time ago." Keary laughed and said, "Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. In about another minute I was about to shoot all over her hand." He took his fingers out of me and lifted my hand off of his penis. He told Kevin to pull a large leather hassock over a little closer and they pulled me off of the couch and bent me over the hassock on my back. I started crying. I didn't bother to beg them not to do it. They had gone to a lot of trouble to get me into a position that I would have no choice but to submit to them. But I dreaded this so much. As I would soon discover, I didn't know the half of it. This was going to be much worse than a simple rape. Keary moved to one end of the hassock. He lifted my legs up and spread them wide apart. He moved closer and began to rub the head of his penis over my slit. At the same time Kevin moved around and knelt at my head. I had my eyes closed but I heard him moving around. I ignored him. I thought the danger was coming from Keary. A feeling of total helplessness washed over me when Keary wedged the head of his penis inside me and started slowly inserting it all of the way inside me. My legs were over his shoulders and he had reached up and was holding my wrists as he began to rape me. I didn't think it was necessary. I was submitting to every nasty thing they did to me now. I had not anticipated what Kevin was about to do. I suddenly opened my eyes when I felt something on my face. I saw that it was Kevin, moving the drooling head of his penis around my face. He was leaving a trail of nasty lubricant everywhere he touched me. I closed my eyes again as soon as I realized what was happening and I cried just a little harder at this new indignity. But that was just foreplay. Soon his penis was lodged against my lips and he ordered me to open my mouth. I sobbed loudly but I obeyed. I knew that I couldn't fight them. I might have resisted though, if I had known what was coming. Kevin began sliding his organ deeper and deeper with every stroke. When he reached the back of my throat I started gagging and that was when I started to struggle. He pulled out of my mouth and slapped me viciously. I screamed and tried to get away but he grabbed a handful of my hair and held me still. He leaned closer and said, "You stupid cunt. You did it last night. You just have to relax and swallow and it'll go right down. Now behave yourself." I thought back to when I woke up this morning and how sore my throat had been. Even though I had just watched it happen on the television I was still horrified by the realization that he was telling the truth, that I had taken their sex organs into my throat last night. He placed his penis back at my lips and I reluctantly opened my mouth. He started slowly pushing it inside of me and as he did he ordered me to swallow. I couldn't, not with that fat penis in my mouth. But the attempt seemed to suppress my gag reflex and after several painful attempts I felt his organ slide right down my throat. He left it there for a brief moment, though it didn't seem brief at the time. I started to struggle. I thought I was going to suffocate but he reached in between my legs that Keary was pressing down against my chest and he grabbed one of my breasts. He squeezed and twisted brutally. I screamed in pain and he said, "Jesus you're a dumb cunt. You can breathe just fine stupid. You did it over and over last night. Just relax and get used to it. You are going to be doing a lot of this from now on, so you might as well learn to do it right." Kevin began to use my mouth and throat as if they were a vagina. With each stroke his testicles slapped my face and covered my eyes. It was very painful at first but then I suppose I started getting numb. As the pain in my throat diminished I started becoming more aware of the violent attack that I was receiving from Keary. He was pounding into me so hard that it sounded like I was being slapped as his pelvis slammed into me. It was painful to the point that it hurt more than the rape of my throat. They were both pretty excited. Between the idea of raping me and all of the foreplay as they had tormented me while watching the DVD they had made last night they were really wound up pretty tight. Kevin grabbed my head and thrust once more, all the way down into my throat and he left his penis buried there with his testicles resting over my eyes as he filled my throat with his ejaculate. My throat hurt even more than it had when I woke up this morning. But I was grateful that I didn't have to taste that slimy stuff. It just went right down my throat. Kevin remained where he was as his penis started going soft in my throat. I was distracted by Keary as he began to rape me even more brutally until he came to a sudden halt and I knew that he was spraying my vagina with his ejaculate. I shuddered in horror that it was happening all over again, but I was still held firmly in place and I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. Well, I did want to of course. I wanted out of here desperately. They finally had satisfied their lust on my helpless body and they not so much moved back as fell away, exhausted by the vicious rape of my abused body. As soon as they moved out of the way Kirk was standing over me. I sensed him standing there and I looked up to see him obviously trying to decide which orifice he wanted to use now that it was his turn to rape me again. He had already removed his pants and for the first time I saw his penis. It was the smallest of the three, but even so it was larger than my ex-husband's had been. He smiled down at me and asked, "Where do you want it, cunt?" I just started crying more loudly. I didn't want it! I hurt already. I didn't want any more abuse! He chuckled and said, "Well hell, if you can't make up your mind, let's see if you can do that deepthroat trick again. Any chick can fuck. It takes practice to suck a cock like that. We need to make sure that you get a lot of practice in the next two weeks." He went around to where my head hung down over the end of the hassock and dropped down to his knees. When he did his hard male organ came to rest against my cheek. He took it in his hand and after trailing it over my face for a moment he put it to my lips and said, "Kiss it bitch." I really hated the profane way that these children talked. But I suppose in the scheme of things that was the least of my worries. I pressed my lips against his penis and kissed him lightly a few times. I tried not to notice his malevolent grin or worse yet, his sister nearby with the camera focused on me. Kirk let me kiss him several time before he lifted his penis in his hand and pressed his hairless testicles to my lips. He rubbed his crotch in my face and then he said, "Lick my balls now bitch." I began licking his sweaty testicles and as my tongue moved over him he moaned in pleasure. He let me lick him for what seemed like a long time until finally Keary said, "Jesus Kirk! Get on with it. We still have a lot of that DVD to watch." Kirk chuckled and said, "Oh well, I guess I could go ahead and fuck the cunt's face, if you insist." He repositioned himself slightly and then he drove his slightly smaller organ all the way into my mouth and into the entrance of my throat in one vicious stab. I cried out in pain but my cries were muffled by the penis he was battering me with. He watched me struggle with it for a second and then he pulled out and shoved it all the way in again, with just as much violence as the first time. It went on and on and with each cruel thrust I was in more pain. By the time he pulled back and rested the head of his penis in my mouth and finished himself off with his hand I was crying hysterically. Unfortunately I was the only one there that felt sorry for me. Kirk finally removed his sex organ from my mouth and wiped it across my face. Through my tears I could see Kyra standing over me with the camera. I wiped the tears from my eyes with my hands and I saw her smiling as she stared down at me. She obviously was enjoying my suffering. After a moment or two she said, "Fuck it!" She handed the camera to Kirk and said, "If you guys have seen it all anyway I guess I don't have anything to hide." With that she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them and her underwear down to the accompanying cheers of her three brothers. She straddled my face for a moment and squatted down. I tried to speak. I thought she was making a mistake. At least that was what I thought right up until she said, "Come on bitch. Eat my ass out just like you ate my pussy last night." I saw Kirk come closer with the camera and all three boys were cheering her on. I kept my mouth tightly closed and struggled to turn my head. She ordered me once more to perform that disgusting task and still I balked. Without moving from her position over me she turned to Keary and said, "How about a hand here big brother?" I heard him get up. I didn't know what he had in mind. I knew it would be painful but I thought that there was no way that it could be worse than what she wanted me to do. I was wrong. I heard a swishing noise and suddenly my breasts felt as if they were on fire. I screamed and struggled to get out from under Kyra. Before I could free myself Kevin grabbed my arm on the opposite side of the hassock. He twisted it and held it in such a manner that if I struggled now it would surely dislocate my shoulder. I mumbled a protest helplessly into the dank seam between the cheeks of Kyra's buttocks and then I heard that swishing noise and my breasts were struck again. I couldn't see it, but I was reasonably certain that Keary was whipping my breasts with his thick leather belt. I knew that I couldn't take another of those vicious blows. It was one of the most tender areas of my body and I was terrified that he was going to damage my breasts somehow. I surrendered. I couldn't take it anymore. As I stuck my tongue out and tentatively moved it up and down between the cheeks of Kyra's butt I realized that I had suffered all of that pain for nothing. These monsters were always going to win. I only made things worse when I tried to fight them. After I had moved my tongue up and down through that dank, musty crevice she reached down and patted the top of my head and said, "That's real nice bitch. Now quit fucking around and eat my ass out like I told you." I felt around with my tongue until I located her anus and then I began to concentrate on that area. After a minute she said, "Come on bitch! Get inside. I want to feel that tongue deep inside of me." I pushed at her anus with my tongue and got nowhere. I tried curling my tongue and stiffening it and finally the tip of it popped inside of her anus. She gasped in pleasure and said, "Oh yeah! That's better bitch! Eat that ass!" I kept it up for a couple more minutes but it was very difficult. My tongue and my jaw were both about to give out on me. I was actually relieved when she shifted her position slightly and said, "That wasn't too bad for a first time, now eat my pussy. And I want to feel some enthusiasm bitch." I felt like I was going to lose the use of my jaw at any minute now. But I didn't dare stop. I began licking and kissing her vulva and inserting my tongue into her as enthusiastically as I could until she said, "Oh yeah bitch! I'm ready now. Suck on my clit now! Ah fuck! Yeah! Just like that! Oh Christ!" And then she screamed and pressed her sex against my mouth and I felt her tense up and then shiver almost out of control as she had an orgasm. She finally fell away and I sobbed quietly in a combination of relief and despair as I waited for the next indignity. It wasn't long in coming. Keary ordered me to get off the hassock and as I sat up I looked down at my beaten breasts. It didn't look as bad as I had feared. There were two angry red stripes across each breast, one above the nipple and one under it. They didn't look like they would leave a bruise though. And they hadn't cut the skin. I struggled to my feet and he tossed me the sheet I had worn when I left my bedroom this morning. I grabbed it out of the air and he said, "Cover up the hassock. I don't want you staining it with your nasty ass." I turned around and covered the leather hassock and as I did that Keary came up behind me and pushed me to my knees and then forced me to bend over the hassock. I was facing the television. Someone had paused the DVD and there was the image of me having sex with two of the boys on the screen. The camera was focused on me and I could only see them from their bellies down so I wasn't sure which boys were raping me at the moment. It looked like Keary and Kevin. Someone pushed play and the images started moving and the horrible sounds returned. I heard myself grunting and the sounds of flesh pounding flesh and it still looked like I was every bit the willing participant. I knew that if the Clarks saw this horrible DVD when they came home from their cruise they would assume that I had, if not actually corrupted their little darlings, then I had been a more than willing participant in their sex games. If that DVD were turned over to the authorities I'm sure they would have the same impression. I thought of those recent cases of female school teachers being caught having sex with their students and how they had been arrested and subjected to the most vile public denunciations. The worst thing though, was that even if I didn't feel certain that I would be condemned if that DVD became public, even if I was reasonably certain that anyone looking at it would be able to detect that I had been drugged, I would do anything to keep that obscene movie from being viewed by anyone. The humiliation would surely kill me. I had always suffered from an over abundance of modesty. Being raped had not changed that. I knew that I would do anything to keep that pornographic movie from being shown at a later date. These little monsters seemed to realize it too. They hadn't even bothered to threaten me. They had just shown me that the movie existed and were now forcing me to watch it. They knew that I was theirs now to use and abuse as they saw fit. As the movie started back up I felt Keary fumbling around between my legs and his organ began to enter me again. He must not have been completely erect. It didn't seem to go in as far and it didn't feel as thick as it did earlier. He didn't do anything once it was inside of me. He just leaned over me and reached under me to play with my breasts. I winced and cried out in pain as his hands grasped my very tender breasts but once he had them in his hands he merely held them and then he remained still and we watched the next part of the movie locked together like that. I stared at the television without really seeing anything at first. After a while though my mind wandered back to the rape that I was apparently taking part in willingly as it played out on the television and I began watching again just as the boy in my mouth pulled out and shot his creamy load in my face and hair. He laughed when he looked at the results of his most recent orgasm, the strand of white slime that trailed down from my forehead and across my nose and ending at my lips. I recognized the laugh, it was Kevin. After Kevin moved away I was physically picked up and dropped back onto the bed by Keary. I was surprised at the strength he exhibited. I weigh one hundred and five pounds and he lifted me like it was nothing! Once I was on my back he moved up and straddled me. He placed his wet, slimy organ between my breasts and pressed my breasts together around him. He started sawing in and out of my cleavage and in only a minute he said, "Okay cunt. Look up at my cock. Lift your fucking head and watch what happens." I watched as, with that same silly grin on my face I lifted my head and stared down at the penis moving rapidly between my breasts. I still had that stream of ejaculate running down my face and I watched as on screen I stuck my tongue out and nonchalantly licked up all that was on or near my lips. Just as I pulled my tongue back into my mouth he erupted and more of that stuff shot right into my face. The first two strands hit me in the face and the next one landed against my chin. The last few weak spurts landed just above my breasts and then it was over. I watched him rub his penis through the puddles of viscous ejaculate and then force it into my mouth for cleaning. He did that several times before he became bored and got up. It just kept going on and on. Each of the boys used me over and over. Towards the end they had stopped achieving orgasm, but they continued to get erections and they continued to saw them violently into my vagina or my sore throat. It was becoming obvious that they were hurting me now. They weren't just hurting my throat and my vagina either. They were constantly mistreating my breasts. They took great pleasure in squeezing them as if they were trying to squeeze something out of them or squeezing and pulling on my nipples, stretching them far beyond anything I thought was possible. It was no wonder that they had been so sore this morning. Between that abuse and the whipping I was starting to be concerned with breast cancer. It seems like I read somewhere that prolonged physical abuse of the breast can lead to that. But far from taking pity on me when I cried out in pain, they laughed and tried to outdo each other. They vied to see who could stretch my breasts out the farthest or make me cry the loudest. And they enjoyed it so much that soon they were erect again and the brutal, demeaning rapes started all over again. And always in the background was Kyra, filming and urging them to greater acts of depravity. Keary had stayed there with his penis inside of me as we watched the last of the DVD. He had gotten erect from time to time, but he didn't attempt to have sex with me again. I guess that between last night and this morning I had drained the three boys. When the movie finally ended Keary pulled out of me at last. He grabbed a handful of my long red hair and pulled me around and when he ordered me to suck him clean, as disgusting as it was, I had no fight left in me. I opened my mouth and he slid his slimy sex organ between my lips and over my tongue. I was surprised that I didn't gag. Maybe I was getting used to putting slimy things in my mouth. I sucked his soft penis until it was clean and then he ordered me to lick his testicles. When they were clean he finally released my hair and I straightened up. Keary got to his feet and pulled me up. When I was standing beside him he said, "Now we need to talk. Let's go into the kitchen. You can make us something to eat while I tell you what your life is going to be like for the next two weeks." I wasn't hungry, so I asked them what they wanted and as I started to prepare it Keary said, "I'm not going to bother to threaten you. You're smart. You know what we have. I'm pretty sure that you aren't going to give us any trouble." I glanced at him. I didn't bother to respond. He was right. He went on to say, "For the next two weeks you belong to us. You are going to do anything we want. You already know you are going to hate it. The thing is, that's what turns us on. We love how much you hate what we are doing. I might as well warn you now. It isn't going to be just the four of us." I looked up at him in alarm. I hadn't even considered that possibility. He saw my expression and he grinned widely. He chuckled and said, "I love that look. I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing it." I finally had to look back down at what I was doing and Keary continued. "For the next two weeks you are going to be dressing to please, the way you should be dressing all the time with a hot body like yours. You are going to be showing a lot of skin. In case you're wondering, that means when you go to work too." I tried to imagine what it would be like if I were to go to work dressed like the slut they obviously envisioned. There were a lot of horny guys at work that were always hitting on me. They were polite about it and it had never gotten out of hand. I could see where they might start getting the wrong idea if I started dressing more provocatively though. Keary brought me back to the present when he said, "We have a couple of friends coming over in a little while to hang out by the pool. They don't know it yet, but they are getting lucky today. We are going to mess with their minds a little first. But then you are going to end up doing anything that they want, just like you do for us. You know that if you try to fight me you are going to lose. But you aren't going to give me any trouble, are you?" I looked back up at him. I had started crying again. But we both knew that I had already surrendered to him. I was going to submit to being raped by two more teenagers and the more I hated it the more he would enjoy watching it. I served them their lunch and Keary ordered me to stand beside him while he ate. He ate his sandwich with one hand and the other hand was teasing my body. The pain in my breasts had subsided for the most part now. There were still a couple of stripes across them. But they were just a dull pink now and would apparently soon be gone. As he ran his fingers over my body I was aware that he was staring at my face, not my body. He was enjoying how much I hated what he was doing more than he was taking pleasure from exploring my body. He inserted his middle finger into my vagina and he said, "You have a lot to thank us for if you stop and think about it. You have learned to be a good cocksucker in one night. We've opened up your asshole and you can take a cock up there now. But best of all we are doing something about how fucking uptight you are. You hate it, but you are going to be a much better woman when we are through with you. You were such a frigid bitch. I bet you never sucked your husband's cock, did you?" That was none of his business! He was waiting for an answer though. I shook my head and for some reason I was embarrassed. I wasn't sure if that was because I had never done it or because I was being forced to discuss it with him in front of his three siblings. He smiled and said, "Hell, I bet you have never even said it, have you?" I wasn't sure what he meant. I still stared at the floor but I asked quietly, "Said what?" He smirked at me and pulled my hand down and placed it on his penis. He asked, "What do you call that?" I knew what he wanted me to say. But I couldn't. He was right. I never used the terms that they had been bandying about carelessly since the rapes started last night. I finally admitted, "I never use those words. And no, I have never said that word. That is a penis or a sex organ. That's what I call it." He grinned, enjoying my discomfort immensely. He said, "Not anymore, at least not for the next two weeks. For the next two weeks I had better not hear you use those clinical terms. From now on you call a cock a cock and a tit a tit. You call a cunt a cunt and when my dick is in your mouth you are a cocksucker. We aren't going to be making love either. When someone has a cock in your cunt you are fucking. Those are the words that I want to hear you use for the next two weeks. If you fuck up you'll be punished. And you know how much I enjoy punishing you." "Now let me hear it," he said. "What's that you have in your hand?" I groaned in embarrassment. After what I had been through since I arrived last night you wouldn't think it would be so difficult for me, but it was. Yet I couldn't do anything but obey. "It's your cock," I said in a voice so quiet that he just barely heard me. He chuckled and said, "Speak up you stupid cunt! I couldn't hear you." I cleared my throat and in a more normal tone of voice I said, "I have your cock in my hand." "That's better," he said. "Now, where is my middle finger?" I think that more than all of the other words he wanted me to use I hated this one. It was such a negative, derogatory word. But I answered, "Your finger is in my cunt." He smiled and said, "Very good Gail. Now, there's just one more thing sweetheart. I think you should call my brothers and me Sir and my sister Miss. Got it?" I responded, "Yes Sir." He removed his finger from my vagina…I mean my cunt, and he patted my ass and said, "Good girl. I knew you were smart enough to train. Kyra thought that you were just a dumb cunt. She said that you were just a blonde in disguise. But that pretty red bush of yours is hard to hide when you're naked. You're going to be easy to train, aren't you cunt?" I felt the tears starting again but I just sighed and said, "Yes sir." They finished their sandwiches quickly and decided to spend some time by the pool. We all went to Kyra's room and she pulled her collection of bikinis out of a drawer and dropped them on her bed. Keary went through them and picked one out for me to wear. He handed it to me and said, "I know it's more revealing than you are used to Gail. But don't worry. You won't have it on for long." They watched me put the tiny, revealing suit on and Kyra helped me adjust it. The suit wasn't much more than four little triangles. I had to believe that her parents did not know that she owned this thing. The bra was two tiny triangles that didn't cover much more than my nipples and just enough string to keep it in place. The bottoms were a small triangle that didn't cover much more than the crack of my butt, I mean my ass, and another triangle in front that covered my slit and some, but not all of my pubic hair. I looked down at how much of me was exposed and then I looked at Kyra. She grinned and said, "I only wear it when I go to the beach with my boyfriend." I thought so. I knew Mr. Clark well enough to know that he would never allow her to wear something like this. Keary said, "I like it. Kyra, take her into your bathroom and trim that bush so that it's covered. Leave some of it though. I like that red cunt hair." She grabbed my arm and pulled me into her bathroom. She said, "Take the bottoms off." I said, "Yes Miss," and untied the strings at my hips. The suit fell to the floor and she sat me on a towel on her toilet. She spread my legs and drew a line through my pubic hair. She said, "Here, take these scissors and trim your bush to there." I took the scissors and trimmed off almost half of my pubic hair. Do I have to call it cunt hair? Anyway, it just didn't look right to me. Kyra apparently didn't think so either. She stood in front of me watching me until I was finished and then she said, "If it was up to me I'd make you cut it all off. They just want all the guys who see you to know that you are a real redhead." All the guys that see me? I didn't like the sound of that. She handed me a damp cloth, some shaving gel and a razor and ordered me to take care of the stubble. When I had finished she inspected me again. She ordered me to put the bottoms back on and when I did what remained of my pubic hair was no longer exposed. Kyra looked me over and said, "Okay, come on." I followed her downstairs and out to the pool. The boys all had trunks on now. They were wet and had already been swimming. Now they were sitting at a table near the patio door. Kyra sat in an empty chair and I was pulled down into Keary's lap. Keary moved his hands over me idly, just keeping his hands busy I guess. He said, "Okay cunt. In a few minutes a couple of our friends are going to show up. When the bell rings you go and let them in and then you just go along and try to have fun. You won't have to do anything you haven't already done several times in the last twenty-four hours. Just remember, if you give me a hard time, if you piss me off, I will find a way to punish you that you will remember for the rest of your life. I think you know enough about the way my mind works to realize that I can do it." I just said, "Yes Sir." He was right. I was pretty sure that he could come up with something so nasty that I couldn't even imagine it right now. But I had already surrendered. And after all, he was right about having already done it all. It was just going to be more of the same degrading sex acts. It would be embarrassing all over again because it would be two more young males seeing me and using me for the first time. But I realized that the sex acts would be the same and in two weeks I would go home and never see any of these people again. I sure as hell was never going to come back to this house again! It was probably only five minutes until the doorbell rang. Keary let me out of his lap but before he let me go answer the door he turned me around and wedged the back of my bikini bottom up into the crack of my butt. I suppose his friends would get a kick out of it but at this point it didn't make that much difference to me. Or at least I thought that it didn't. When I opened the door the two boys standing there suddenly fell silent. Their eyes got wide and their mouths dropped open. I stepped back and invited them in. They came in and waited for me to close the door and they followed me back out to the pool. I could feel their eyes on my butt, I mean my ass, and I was more embarrassed than I thought that I would be. When we got out to the pool Keary said, "Hey guys! Come over and join us. Do you want a drink?" They nodded, but they were still staring at me without even blinking. Keary sent me in to get everyone a drink. When I returned I gave everyone a drink, including myself. They hadn't said anything about me but I was thirsty so I brought one out for me too. When I had served everyone Keary called me back over and I ended up back in his lap. He said, "Guys, this is our babysitter while our folks are on that cruise. Her name is Gail. She is my dad's secretary. Isn't she pretty?" The boys both nodded vigorously and I was introduced to Dale and Jimmy. Dale said, "You're shitting me right? She is in charge of you?" Keary chuckled and said, "You're not listening Dale. I didn't say that she was in charge. She is our babysitter. She is definitely not in charge. Are you Gail?" I said, "No Sir." Dale and Jimmy looked at each other in wonder and then stared at me again. Dale cleared his throat and asked, "You mean she lets you do anything you want?" "Better than that, man," Keary exclaimed, "she does anything we want. She doesn't like it much, but she's starting to learn her place." He turned to me and asked, "Aren't you, sweetheart?" I was staring down. I couldn't look at anyone. I shook my head again and said, "Yes Sir." He ran his hand slowly up my back and asked, "Yes Sir what cunt?" I heard both boys gasp when he said that. I was having trouble thinking. What was I supposed to say? Then I remembered what he had asked me and I said, "I'm starting to learn my place Sir." He patted my hip and said, "Good girl. Give me a nice kiss now." I turned in his lap and bent my head down and touched my lips to his. I kissed him lightly and started to straighten up again but he said, "Come on bitch. You can do better than that!" I turned back and put my arm around his neck and kissed him again. This time I faked a passion that I certainly didn't feel and as we kissed he moved is hands over my body. He finally broke the kiss and I turned back to the side. I didn't even have to look at their two guests to know what they were thinking of me now. And the games had not yet begun. I take that back. The games were, indeed, beginning. I felt Keary's hand move slowly up my back again and I felt the tug as he untied the string that held my bra in place. I wanted desperately to bring my arm up to cover my breasts. I knew it was pointless but it was ingrained in me. I doubt if even two weeks from now I would be comfortable being topless in front of these people, or anyone else for that matter. I heard Dale exclaim, "Well kiss my ass!" Jimmy was quiet for a moment and then he asked, "What about her?" He had nodded at Kyra. "How does she feel about this?" Keary laughed and said, "It was her idea! She had to go into my dad's office with my mother one day and she met our new cunt while she was there. She told us about her when she got home. She said that Gail was one of those frigid bitches whose shit don't stink. She said that she tried talking down to her and when that didn't work she didn't talk to her at all." That wasn't true! Kyra had sat as far away from me as possible and pouted like a two year old. What was I supposed to say to her?! And what kind of girl would be responsible for the rape of another girl? I can't even imagine that! There must be something terribly wrong inside that girl's head. Keary continued, "When dad called home from work on Friday and told my mom that Gail was going to be in charge of us it was Kyra that came up with the plan to turn her into our little sex toy." I looked at Kyra and she was smiling right at me. She seemed very proud of herself. Jimmy asked, "What are you gonna do with her? Are you gonna fuck her?" All four of the Clark kids laughed at that. Kevin said, "Shit man, we fucked her most of last night and most of this morning. It's a good thing you guys came over because we are all fucked out. She even ate Kyra's ass and pussy. The bitch does anything we tell her to." Dale asked, "And you are going to let us fuck her?" Keary nodded and said, "She's a three-holer guys. She can deepthroat thanks to the training she got last night and she can take it up the ass. She doesn't like it. But that just makes it that much more fun." Jimmy looked a little nervous. He said, "What about Kyra?" Kyra looked like she was losing her temper. She exclaimed, "Jesus Jimmy! I'm right fucking here! If you got a question about me ask me. If you are asking if I am going to be around when you are fucking the bitch the answer is that I am not only going to watch, I am going to record it on my movie camera. If that's a problem for you than you can fucking leave and we'll find someone else." Jimmy said, "Damn Kyra! Cool it for Christ's sake! I was just fucking asking! Some girls wouldn't want to hang around when their friends are fucking some broad." Kyra looked exasperated. She replied, "Are you fucking brain dead Jimmy? Keary just told you it was my idea. Do you want to fuck her or not?" Dale chuckled and said, "Hell, I'll fuck her while you make up your mind doofus." Dale got up and took off his t-shirt and left it on his chair. He came around the table in only his trunks, which were bulging noticeably. He reached out and grabbed one of my tits and said, "Where do you want to do this Keary?" Keary pointed to a lounge chair on the grass nearby and said, "Why don't you use that cushion and fuck her over there." Dale pulled me out of Keary's lap and I followed him over to the lounge chair. He ordered me to put the cushion on the grass and as Kyra came over and started filming he ordered me to take my bikini bottoms off. I untied the strings at my hips and let it fall to my feet. He moved closer and his hand forced itself between my legs and cupped my mound. He smiled and said, "How about if we start out with some of that deepthroat before I fuck you Gail? That sounds like a lot of fun to me. Is that okay with you?" I just nodded and said, "Yes Sir." It wasn't alright. But I was the only person here that cared what I thought. I stepped onto the cushion and dropped to my knees. Dale moved over in front of me and waited for me to remove his trunks. I grasped his waistband and pulled the elastic out and then down, uncovering yet another penis…damn it! I mean cock. I had gone three years without seeing one and I hadn't missed them at all. In the last twenty-four hours I had seen four. I still had one more to go. At least I hoped that I still had only one more to go. I hoped that they didn't call up more of their friends. Dale's cock was not quite as long as Keary's. It was slightly bigger around though. I wasn't looking forward to forcing it down my already very sore throat. But there was never any question of my refusing. I reached out and placed my hand around his cock and tilted it down away from his hairy belly and placed my lips around the head. I started moving my lips up and down the shaft, taking a little more of him into my mouth each time. When the head of his cock reached the entrance to my throat I gagged at first. I had forgotten to use the trick that Keary had taught me to avoid gagging. I suddenly wondered where a sixteen year old boy had learned that! They all seemed to know so much more about sex than they should. They certainly knew a lot more than I do. And I was learning more than I ever wanted to know. On the next down stroke I swallowed and Dale's cock hit the entrance to my throat and wedged there. I couldn't get it to go down. I pulled back and tried again and this time, after a slight catch, the head of his cock slipped into my throat. It was very painful and even though his cock was only slightly fatter I could tell the difference. It was noticeably more uncomfortable. When his cock slid down into my throat and my lips were buried in his pubic hair, Dale said, "Kiss my ass! She fucking did it!" Kyra laughed and said, "She can suck you off or kiss your ass. But she can't do both. At least she can't do them both at the same time." I ignored Kyra and worked on Dale's cock until he pushed my head away and ordered me onto my back. I was glad to change positions. I wanted nothing to do with any of this. But I would much rather have that fat cock raping my cunt than my mouth. As soon as I was in position on my back Dale got on top of me and fumbled for my opening. It took him a moment to find the right spot, but the head of his cock finally slipped into me. When his cock started into my pussy he paused while he supported himself on his elbows over me and he stared down at me as he eased it into me slowly until it was all the way in and his pubic bone was grinding against me. He stopped there and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations for a moment before he said, "Look at me Gail. Watch me fuck you. That's a good girl. You're a great cocksucker, but I want to cum in your cunt the first time." He started moving slowly in and out of me and then he said, "A little later I can cum in your mouth. And I've never fucked a girl's ass before. I guess we'll have to give that a shot too. I bet you hate that, don't you Gail?" I quietly responded, "Yes Sir." He smiled and said, "You hate all of this don't you?" I nodded. He said, "That's too bad, because you are very good at it. I never had a girl deepthroat me before. That was pretty damned hot. I have to be honest though. I like your cunt more. But it's pretty damned exciting to look down and see my cock buried to the root in your fucking mouth bitch. It's hard to believe you just did it for the first time last night. How did they get you to do that?" I glanced at Kyra and she was waiting for me to answer with an amused look on her face. I said, "They drugged me and they raped me. They did all of those things to me when I was drugged and couldn't defend myself. They filmed everything that I did and they showed me the movie this morning. I didn't have any choice after that. I have to do what they say and they know it." Dale began to speed up his increasingly violent thrusts and he said, "Damn that's hot! I gotta hand it to Kyra and Keary. It must be fucking great to have a beautiful sex slave that you can do anything you want with." And then it was over. He cried out and ground his pelvis against me and filled me with his cum. He stayed in place over me as his cock went soft in my cunt. Then he rolled over and lay on his back. He stayed like that, staring at the sky for a minute and swearing quietly under his breath occasionally, trying to express his pleasure with his limited vocabulary I guess. I lay beside him waiting for him to get up and let his friend Jimmy mount me so that he could take his turn. Kyra didn't think I was being a good hostess though. She ordered me to clean Dale up so that he wouldn't mess up the chairs when he went back over and sat down. I glanced at her as she instructed me in my cleanup duties. I wondered briefly what was going through her mind. What must she think being surrounded by all of this naked male flesh? She seemed so casual about it. No, she seemed to enjoy it! I couldn't even imagine what it must be like to be her. I looked down at Dale's crotch. It was a terrible mess, but it wasn't the first time I had to perform this disgusting chore. I got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth and sucked him clean. It was nasty to look at but I was beginning to realize that the taste wasn't as bad this way as when I got a mouthful of cum all at once. Still, I would much rather not do it. I slid down until my head was level with his crotch and I leaned over and started to take his soft cock into my mouth. I noticed something strange and I stopped to look at it. He was uncircumcised! I hadn't noticed it when he was erect. I had never seen one that had not been circumcised before. Well, I hadn't seen that many at all actually. But it looked kind of funny. I took it into my mouth as everyone watched and I sucked it clean. When I had cleaned my juices and his cum from his cock I licked his balls clean and then I started to sit up and wait for Jimmy to come over and rape me. Dale said, "Don't stop. You aren't finished yet." I looked at him. I didn't know what else he wanted me to do. He saw my confusion and he said, "With an uncircumcised cock you have to pull the loose skin back and clean under it." I looked down at his cock and the flap of loose skin that covered the head of it. For some reason I was reluctant to do that. I moved closer again and used my fingers to gently pull the skin back from the head of his cock. He was watching me closely and when I had uncovered the head of his cock he said, "Now use your tongue and get me nice and clean bitch." I stuck my tongue out and he shivered as I bathed the end of his cock with it. I was afraid that he was going to get hard again. But then I realized how silly that was. Of course he was going to get hard again. He was probably going to have the opportunity to rape me over and over in the next two weeks. He and his friend Jimmy and the three Clark boys and god knows who else. As I licked Dale clean I heard Jimmy get up and come closer. He stood beside me watching me finish my clean up duties until Dale pushed me away and got up. He had already removed his clothes and he seemed to be a little self-conscious about being naked. I had the impression that it was being naked in front of Kyra that bothered him though. He kept glancing at her nervously. As soon as Dale was out of the way Jimmy took his place on the cushion. He lay on his back and rested his head on his arms. Since I hadn't moved after cleaning Dale's cock with my mouth, Jimmy's hard, drooling cock was right near my face. I looked at it in disgust for a moment. It was smaller than Dale's. It was slightly shorter, but more importantly it was much thinner. I was grateful for that at least. But it was standing up and throbbing and each time it bobbed around like that more clear fluid oozed from the tip. It was covering the head of his cock and running down the underside of the shaft all the way to his balls. I leaned back down and licked his cock clean and as I did he tensed up and groaned in pleasure. I was no expert at these things but I had the impression he wasn't going to last very long. I took him into my mouth and slid my lips down to the base of his cock. As the head of his cock slipped into my throat, thankfully much easier than Dale's had, he swore and tensed up and grabbed my hair and held me there and shot his cum straight down my throat. I heard Kyra and some of the boys chuckling, but I was glad to get it over with so easily. I waited until he released me and I started to sit up but Kyra stopped me. "Keep sucking bitch!" she ordered. "Get him hard again so that he can fuck your skanky ass." Kyra is a girl that obviously spent far too much time with her three brothers! I lowered my mouth back onto Jimmy's cock and began sucking. I can't really say that I began again. I didn't really get started the first time. He had not gone completely soft and he was completely hard again almost instantly. When he was fully erect he pushed me away and I got back into position on the cushion. Jimmy got between my legs and then leaned over me and supported himself on his arms. He started stabbing his cock at me blindly and I suddenly realized that Jimmy was a virgin! He had even less of an idea of what to do than I did. I reached down and gently took his cock in hand and guided him to the tender opening to my vagina, I mean cunt. God I hate that word! His blind thrusts were painful and I didn't think that he was going to last much longer this time than he had before he had his first orgasm. He slowed to allow me to guide him into place and then he thrust into me all the way in one hard stroke. He paused for an instant and shivered in pleasure. Then he began to fuck me violently. He was all but out of control and twice I had to reach down and put his cock back inside of me. It was very unpleasant. The funny thing is that I was almost amused by his obvious innocence and his out of control lust. I wasn't the only one either. I heard the boys at the table making fun of him as he fucked me. But not for long, he didn't last much longer than he had in my mouth. I doubt if he lasted a full minute. It was over almost before it began. I hadn't even realized that he was having an orgasm. He suddenly stopped and collapsed on top of me and gasped for breath in my ear. There was more laughter from the boys but he didn't seem to notice. He finally rolled off of me and I didn't wait to be told. I moved down and cleaned his slimy cock with my mouth while Kyra got more nasty pictures. When Jimmy finally stood up Dale said, "I'd sure like to see Gail eat Kyra's pussy now." Kyra looked over and said, "Yeah, I bet you would you fucking pervert. Don't hold your breath." Dale said, "What's the big deal? You've seen all of us naked. And your brothers have seen you naked. What difference does it make?" Kyra grinned at him and said, "Dale, you've been trying to get into my pants since I got out of diapers. Give it up." Dale chuckled and said, "I won't deny I think you're hot and I'd like to see you naked. But I just want to see her eating your pussy. It makes me hard just thinking about it." Keary said, "Maybe we can talk her into it later Dale. For now let's just concentrate on our sweet little redheaded cunt." The rest of the afternoon was just more of the same. The boys kept getting turned on from looking at me or playing with my body or watching someone else having sex with me. There was someone, or sometimes two some ones having sex with me almost constantly all afternoon. They just never seemed to get bored with abusing me. I got almost no time to rest. If one of them wasn't fucking me they would sit around and talk and I would be pulled into someone's lap and groped or ordered to kneel and suck on a soft cock until it got hard again. Sometimes I was forced to suck them off right there at the table and sometimes they took me back over to the cushion to have sex with me. All five of the boys took me in my ass again. Dale was the worst. He was the first one that afternoon. He didn't use lube, he didn't prepare my ass and his cock was noticeably fatter than the others. It was a very painful experience. Dale and Jimmy kept hinting that they would love to see me eat Kyra's pussy but she kept ignoring them. Later in the afternoon Keary said, "Shit Kyra, you might as well let her do it. The guys are going to see the DVD anyway. And you know you're feeling horny from watching all this fucking and sucking. You love seeing us rape the bitch almost as much as we love doing it." Kyra looked at Keary and I could see that she was about to tell him to go to hell. But I saw her expression change and she said, "Aw fuck it!" There were a few excited comments from the boys as she stood up, but she said, "You guys stay right here. If you move the show is over." She got to her feet and said, "Come on bitch. It's time to eat some more pussy." I didn't even care by now. I got out of Kirk's lap and followed her to the cushion where I had been getting raped all afternoon. She sat down and when I was kneeling between her and the table full of boys she untied the bottoms of her bikini and uncovered her sopping wet pussy. She got comfortable and said, "Okay bitch, chow down." The first time she had made me do this I had been drugged and deprived of my free will. The second time, when the boys talked her into it this morning, I had just been raped by all three of them and was still kind of dazed. So even though it was a singularly repugnant act I had actually gotten accustomed to it without a lot of mental anguish. This time I was no more upset about it than I was by all of the males forcing me to perform some perverted sex act. I stretched out between her legs and began lapping up the juices that matted her pussy hair and covered her entire mound. She must have been extremely excited from watching her three brothers and their two friends raping me repeatedly all afternoon. The fluids were streaming from her. I cleaned her up quickly with my tongue and then I began to lick her pussy lips. She was quickly reaching the point of orgasm. She had lifted her thighs and they gripped my head tightly as I ate her out. As she neared orgasm I was forced to wrap my arms around her thighs and hold her in place as I licked her pussy. She came quickly once my tongue began burrowing into her pussy and she groaned and cried out and the juices poured out of her at a remarkable rate. I continued to lap them up and I started to lift my head when her orgasm ended but she screamed, "Don't stop you fucking cunt!" So I continued eating her pussy as she pulled my hair so hard it brought tears to my eyes and lifted her hips off of the cushion to grind her pussy into my mouth. I saw motion out of the corner of my eyes and I realized that all five boys had come closer and were standing around us in a circle watching. Kyra had her eyes closed tightly and wasn't aware of it yet. She had several more violent orgasms before she pushed my head away and lay there panting for a moment or two before she opened her eyes and saw the boys standing there staring down at her exposed sex. I felt her tighten up for a second and then she just went limp. She exclaimed, "Aw fuck you guys. Go ahead and look. It's just a fucking pussy for Christ's sake. Half the people in the world have them. Get over it." Keary chuckled and said, "While I think that's a healthy attitude sis, I have to point out that you are the one that was so intent on keeping it covered up." She looked up at him and said, "Well, now everyone has seen it. I guess the mystery is gone from our lives." Kirk laughed and said, "Not completely. Your tits are still covered." Kyra looked at him and then looked around at the others. She sat up and said, "Okay, listen. I feel pretty silly being the only one with clothes on anyway." She quickly pulled her bikini bra off and said, "But I don't want you guys getting any ideas. You can look but that's all. I am not going to fuck you." Keary laughed and said, "Shit sis, if you had done that a long time ago no one would be paying any attention to it now. You keep it all covered up and guys just can't help wanting to see it. In half an hour you'll just be one of the guys." She got to her feet and turned to Dale and said, "You just keep your fucking hands to yourself Dale. You have always been grabby and I know damned well what's on your mind." Dale grinned and said, "Give me a break Kyra. It ain't my fault. It's in my fucking DNA. If I didn't want to get my hands on your sweet ass I'd be a fucking queer. Hell, I bet all three of your brothers would fuck you if you let them." She didn't look at her brothers to see what their reaction was. She just responded to Dale, "Well I won't let them and they know to keep their hands to themselves. I'm warning you because I know you. There is a redheaded cunt right there you can do any damn thing you want to. So you keep your hands off of me." We returned to the table in the shade of the umbrella and the six of them sat around, all nude now. I was pulled into Dale's lap and as he began to roughly grope my most sensitive body parts the kids all discussed the show that Kyra and I had just put on for them. The guys all wanted to know if it was better to have her pussy eaten by a boy or a girl. She admitted that I was the only one that had ever eaten her pussy and all of the boys volunteered to give her something to compare it to. She got that, 'Yeah, right' look on her face but Keary said, "That might be an interesting experiment Kyra. We could cover your eyes and all six of us could take turns eating your pussy. Then you try to pick out which one was Gail and decide which of us did the better job of it." Kyra actually seemed to be considering it! After a minute she smiled and said, "I hate to admit it, but that does sound like fun. The cunt has the edge on you guys though, because she knows what she likes when someone eats her out." I blurted out, "No one has ever done that to me," without even thinking. "Not until last night when I was drugged. I wouldn't have known it if you hadn't made me watch the movie." There were looks of incredulity all around and I knew as soon as I spoke that I had screwed up. Keary asked, "How old are you Gail?" "Twenty-four," I answered. "And you are divorced?" he asked. I nodded. There followed a discussion of my entire sex life. There wasn't much to discuss. I had lost my virginity on the night of my Senior Prom to my boyfriend. We had been dating for months and I thought he was the one. I was madly in love with him. Our affair continued through the summer and then he went away to college. That was the end of it. I couldn't afford to go to college. My father had some health problems which had bankrupted the family and the money that I had saved up wasn't even enough for the first years tuition at a local community college. My grades were okay, but not good enough for a scholarship. So I went to work. My first job had been as a hostess in a steak house. Not one of the nice ones. It was one of the chain restaurants. I had started dating one of the waiters almost as soon as I went to work there and we ended up getting married before either of us was ready. He was going to school at night and he found a better job as soon as we got married. It was actually less money than he made waiting tables but it had benefits and a chance for advancement. He worked in an office and I suspect that it wasn't long before he started dating the women at work. We had only been married a year when he asked me for a divorce. I was forced to relate all of this to the kids around the table and I didn't get any sympathy from them. Keary said, "It's no wonder the dude left you, you stupid cunt. No guy likes a frigid bitch. Shit, you wouldn't suck his cock and you dress like a fucking nun! The world is all about sex for Christ's sake. Look around you. Why would he stay married to you if you didn't put out and didn't suck his cock? What else did you have to offer? You're cute, but according to you, you aren't that much of a cook and you aren't rich. Hell, we are doing you a favor here. By the time your two weeks are up here you'll be an expert cocksucker and a great fuck." Gee, I am such a lucky girl to have friends like Keary and Kyra! I kept my sarcasm to myself though. I may say dumb things from time to time, but I'm not that stupid. It was getting late and I was hoping that Dale and Jimmy would leave and I would be sent in to make supper. Then, at least for a little while, I would be free of the constant groping and sexual abuse. Unfortunately, they began to make other plans. It was decided that everyone would get dressed and go to a place where a lot of the kids liked to hang out and get a hamburger. I desperately hoped that I would be left alone here. But no such luck. Keary said, "Kyra, take her to your room and get her cleaned up and put her in something sexy." Dale took his hands from my tit and my pussy and reluctantly let me out of his lap. I followed Kyra to her room wondering what the little slut's idea of sexy would be. She took a quick shower and when she was done I took a shower while she started getting ready. I finished my shower and dried off. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror for moment and steeled myself for the ordeal ahead. When I went into the bedroom Kyra was already dressed. I asked her for permission to go to my room downstairs and brush my teeth. She said, "You can do that before we leave. I have to find you something to wear." She went into her closet came back out with a couple of mini-dresses on hangars. She handed me one of them and ordered me to try it on. Kyra and I were about the same size so I expected the dress to fit reasonably well. It didn't though. It was much too tight. She said, "These are a couple of old dresses that I haven't gotten around to getting rid of yet. They are too small for me now. I thought they might be pretty interesting on your skanky ass though." I just didn't understand why she was so cruel. I had never said or done anything to her. I almost asked her what I had said or done to make her so mad at me. But then I decided that whatever it might be I didn't want to bring it up now. Any slight she had perceived was probably all in her head anyway. You can't reason with crazy people so I kept my mouth shut. She told me to take off the first dress and when I was naked she handed me the other one. It was only slightly larger. I could button it, but I wasn't sure that I could sit down in it. I didn't think that it was long enough to cover the parts of me that required covering in public either. Kyra looked at me for a second and then she unbuttoned the bottom button and the top two buttons and stepped back to see how I looked. She ordered me to unbutton another button on the top and she was satisfied. She came closer and pulled me over to a full length mirror standing in the corner of her room. I almost fainted when I saw what she expected me to wear out in public. I could plainly see the slit between my legs which was still noticeably red and swollen from all of the abuse it had received today. The hem of the dress fell just between my slit and my small, remaining patch of pubic hair. As long as I remained still my nipples were covered, just barely. But the slightest movement exposed one nipple or the other. I turned around and started to twist my neck in order to see how much of me was exposed in the back. Kyra handed me a small mirror and I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror behind me. I could see about two inches of the bottom of my butt when I stood straight. I couldn't even imagine how revealing it would be if I were to lean forward. The slightest movement would make things just that much worse. Kyra said, "Don't move." She went back into her closet and came back with a pair of high heels. They weren't outrageous. The heels were only about three inches. But I knew they would have an effect. The shoes were a size too small but I managed to squeeze into them. I looked back at my reflection again and I guess if there was a difference it was negligible. I could still see about two inches of my butt. I couldn't imagine sitting down in this thing. It would be like I had left the house wearing only a blouse. I would be totally exposed. But then, I realized that was the point. That was what amused them. From now on I was always going to be exposed. It was just going to be a question of how exposed and in how public a place. I looked at Kyra. She shared none of my reservations. She was smiling and when she saw my distress she said, "The guys are going to love this." I had no doubt. I followed her downstairs and she sent me off to my rooms to brush my teeth. When I returned everyone was waiting. They all got a big kick out of my new outfit. We all filed out to the garage and got into a large SUV. I ended up sitting on Kevin's lap and he began groping me as soon as we were seated. He unbuttoned a couple more buttons and exposed my breasts completely and I sat there trying not to think about being seen in public in this…thing, I hesitate to call it a dress. I could only hope that the place we were going was not very crowded. I don't know what I could have been thinking. We were going to a teenage hangout at the start of summer vacation. Of course it was crowded! Keary pulled into the parking lot and drove up and down until he found an open parking place. As we drove through the full to capacity parking lot I knew I was in trouble. We were finally able to find a parking spot and I was allowed to button the two buttons that Kevin had unbuttoned to give him better access to my tits. We piled out of the SUV and headed inside. The place was loud and it was packed. There were no other adults that I could see anywhere in the large room. I saw a lot of shocked looks on the faces of the kids that looked up when we came in, but I quickly turned my gaze to the floor to avoid seeing those looks. I was pulled through the crowd by Keary and they couldn't find a large enough table that was empty. They finally joined some friends at a large table in the back corner. I was introduced to the two teenage couples already at the table and I glanced at them only long enough to say hello and see the looks on their faces as they noticed me. The boys had entirely different expressions than the girls. The girls looked at me with obvious contempt. The boys, however, were happy to see me. They didn't even look me in the eyes. Their gazes hit my nearly exposed breasts before moving down to my exposed pussy. I saw them struggle to hide from their girlfriends their obvious enjoyment of the spectacle that was me. I looked away as I was pulled into Keary's lap. Of course my dress rode up as soon as I sat down and everyone at the table stared in disbelief at the amount of exposed flesh. We were sitting far enough back from the table that everyone could see that I was totally exposed from just below my navel. Keary spread my legs so that my knees were about six inches apart and he unbuttoned another button on my top, totally exposing one of my breasts. It wasn't just the people at our table that were enjoying the show. The kids at several of the nearby tables were staring openly. To make matters worse, we were sitting near the door to the men's room. Soon there was a steady flow of traffic to the men's room. Many of the boys going by knew the boys at our table and they stopped, supposedly to say hello. But we all knew why they had stopped. I was all but naked and they were enjoying the show. Everyone decided what they wanted to eat and drink and I was tasked with going to the counter on the other side of the room and ordering the food. I was too upset to remember an order that large so they had to write it down. Keary gave me some money and I went to the counter. The counter was being manned by a dozen teenage boys and girls who were cooking hamburgers and dispensing soft drinks. I placed my order with a pimple faced teenage boy who quickly informed his coworkers of my presence. Soon, as I stood waiting for them to fill my order, the other kids behind the counter came closer and checked me out. Even the girls came over to look. There was a press of kids waiting to order food or pick up an order and I suppose that it was inevitable that, dressed as I was I would soon become a magnet for stray hands. It wasn't long at all before I felt the first hand brush lightly over the exposed portion of my ass. I didn't look around but I tried to shift away from the boy I thought was responsible. I couldn't move far though and soon the hand returned. I heard whispered conversations behind me and before long there were two hands on my ass and someone was lifting my dress in the back. I gave up. I knew I couldn't win and anything I did to defend myself would just cause a scene which would only make matters worse. I allowed them to grope me freely and took comfort in the fact that the place was so packed that it was doubtful that anyone could see what they were doing. One of the boys exploring my ass began to insinuate his finger between the cheeks of my ass and press against my anus. When I felt his finger touch me there I reacted without thinking. I jumped and spun around and now I was facing the two large boys that were molesting me. Now they could look down and see one of my tits totally exposed by my sudden motion and their hands were instantly crawling over my mound. The looks on their arrogant young faces dared me to resist. Before I could turn back around there was a large finger being forced inside of my pussy. I gasped in shock and quickly struggled to turn back around. The boy who had been invading my pussy with his finger went back to trying to force it into my ass. His friend reached up under my arm and squeezed my breast through my dress for a moment before he slid it inside and cupped my naked breast. He held me like that for a moment and when I didn't scream or fight him he began to squeeze and pull on my nipple. I couldn't believe this. I was being all but raped right in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I looked around out of the corners of my eyes to see if anyone else noticed what was going on and was dismayed to see that there were boys on both sides of me that were watching closely. It seemed like a week before that kid behind the counter returned with my order on a large tray. He set the tray down and said, "You can use the tray, but bring it right back. We don't have that many." As he spoke he was staring at the hand inside the top of my dress. I reached up and grabbed the tray and pulled away from the boys that were molesting me. As I moved through the crowd to our table I saw that my breast was completely exposed and everyone I passed seemed to notice. But there was nothing I could do about it so I hurried to the back of the room. I unloaded the tray and straightened my dress out before fighting my way back through the packed room. As I made my way around the room more and more boys were reaching out to squeeze the exposed cheeks of my ass. There was a lot of laughter, which I was sure was at my expense. All I could do was focus on the task at hand. I couldn't fight them all. I couldn't even blame them. This dress was an open invitation. That was why Kyra had chosen it. When I returned to the table I was allowed to pull up an empty chair from a nearby table and sit and eat. Despite the abuse I had suffered lately and my despair at the idea of living like this for two weeks, the food smelled good and I was famished. I had eaten almost nothing yesterday and nothing today, nothing but the protein drink from the end of the cocks of five horny boys. I ate my hamburger quickly, which was a mistake. They left me alone when I was eating. I should have dragged it out. As soon as I had eaten my burger I was pulled into Dale's lap and the groping started again. The boys had been talking with the two couples we had joined and when the food was all eaten it was decided to go back to the house and have a little party around the pool. I didn't hear all of the particulars. It was very loud in here and I wasn't really included in the conversation. It was about ten minutes before we finally got up and left. For most of those ten minutes I was sitting in Dale's lap and being mauled roughly and openly. Boys kept coming past the table and stopping to watch Dale play with my exposed tits or pussy. Most of them just watched for a while and then went on. A few were friends of the kids at our table and stopped to talk. They never looked at the person that they were talking to though. They all stared at me. The two couples that had been at the table when we arrived stayed seated as we left. We went out to the SUV and as we were making our way through the parking lot the big guy that had been feeling me up while I was waiting for the food caught up to us and spoke with Keary. I was afraid of what might come of that conversation. The boy was staring at me during the entire exchange. After they spoke the boy and his friend, who was standing nearby watching, left and we continued on. This time I ended up on Jimmy's lap as we drove away. Jimmy had my dress open and pulled it down off of my shoulders by the time we were on the road. He bent down and nibbled on my nipple while he began worming his finger into my pussy. As much as I hated what was happening to me I wasn't a robot. All of the touching, all of the public exposure, it was starting to build up. I didn't want to admit it, not even to myself. But I was starting to feel pretty horny. I didn't want to satisfy that need with any of these boys. I would much rather retire to the privacy of my bathroom back in my small but secure apartment building and satisfy that need with my shower massager. Unfortunately I knew that wasn't what was going to happen. I wasn't paying any attention to where we were going. When the car came to a stop and Keary shut the engine off I thought we were back at their house. I had started to get out of the car before I realized that we were parked in front of a liquor store. Keary came around and pulled me the rest of the way out of the SUV. He handed me a fifty dollar bill and said, "Come on. We need some beer." I stood there as he started to walk away and sputtered, "Keary! I can't buy you beer! Your father would kill me!" He came back and grabbed my arm and as we walked toward the store he said, "Then don't tell him you stupid cunt!" We went inside and the only one in the store was an old man who sat behind the counter and gave us the evil eye. I was embarrassed to be seen in this dress and I was certain that he knew I was buying alcohol for minors. But I avoided his eyes and followed Keary. He seemed to know what he wanted and where it was located. I followed him to the cooler and he picked up two cases of beer. We went to the cash register and I handed the cash Keary had given me to the old man. He looked at Keary and then he looked at me skeptically and asked, "You got any ID?" I didn't. The kids had taken my purse sometime during the night and refused to return it. I shook my head and said, "Please mister. I'm twenty-four years old." He just glowered at me and said, "I need to see some ID." Keary reached his hand over my shoulder and spread the top of my dress open and said, "How is this for ID?" The old man never changed expression. He just said, "It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than a flash of tit to convince me." Keary smiled and said, "Okay, how about a blowjob?" I swung my head around and glared at Keary. He couldn't be serious! That old man must be close to seventy years old! Christ, it's bad enough having to have sex with him and his brothers and their two friends. I shivered in disgust at the very idea of taking that old man's cock into my mouth. He stared at me for a moment, looking mostly at my exposed breasts, and then he said, "Alright. I'll let you have it for a blowjob, and the fifty." Keary sighed and said, "Jesus old man! Give me a break. I'll pay for the beer and you can have the blowjob. But I want my fucking change." The old man thought it over and nodded. He opened his cash register and took out the change and handed it to Keary. He closed the register and locked it and stood up. He came around the counter and grabbed my arm and started to lead me away. He stopped and turned back and said, "You wait there boy. And there are cameras all over this place so keep your fucking hands in your pockets. If anyone comes in tell them I went into the back to get something." He cackled at his own joke and started towards the back of the store again. He pulled me down the aisle and into the back room and closed the door. He said, "Get that dress off bitch." Then he started unfastening is chinos. I unbuttoned the few remaining buttons on the dress Kyra had given me and took it off while he stared at my naked body. He dropped his pants to his ankles and pulled me closer. He placed my hand on his soft, shriveled up old cock and he ran his hands over my body roughly. He never said a word after telling me to take the dress off. He squeezed and pulled on my tits briefly and groped around the entrance to my pussy for a minute and then he sat down on a couple of boxes and pulled his pants off of one leg. He spread his legs and looked up at me. I dropped to my knees on the dirty floor and looked down at his still soft cock. I wasn't too hopeful that this was going to go anywhere. I wasn't that upset about the possibility of not getting him to have an orgasm. I was just afraid that it might go on and on indefinitely while I tried. I took him into my mouth and started to suck. He pushed one of my hands down and rested it against his balls and I began to tease them as I sucked his cock. His cock twitched a little and grew slightly but it never got really hard. I was working like crazy to suck him and I was getting desperate to get him hard. Then I got a shock. Suddenly a couple of weak spurts of nasty tasting, bitter fluid squirted out of the end of his soft cock and he groaned. I gagged at the bitter, acidic fluid in my mouth. I wanted desperately to spit it out but he was watching me like a hawk. I struggled to swallow. There wasn't very much of it but it was making me sick to my stomach. I finally got it down and he pushed me away and started pulling his pants back on. I put my dress back on and buttoned up most of the buttons and when he was ready we went back out front. Keary looked like he was getting impatient but it was his fault so fuck him. The old man said, "You want some more later you bring her back with you boy." Keary smiled and nodded and picked up the beer. We went out to the car and I climbed back into Jimmy's lap while Keary drove home. We went inside and the boys changed back into their swimming trunks. Kyra put her bikini back on. I was ordered to take my dress off but I wasn't given anything to wear in its place. When Kyra and I got back downstairs the boys were all out at the pool. They each had a beer and I was ordered to put some in a cooler with ice and put the rest in the refrigerator. I was also told that a few people were coming over and if the doorbell rang I was to answer it. As I started to walk away Keary said, "If I get any complaints about you this evening I'm going to come up with something really nasty to punish you. So just remember, the only time you can say no is if somebody asks you if you've had enough. Got it?" I nodded. I didn't know what he might come up with as a punishment but my situation was horrible enough without being punished. He was a slightly warped and very cruel boy. I didn't want to give him the opportunity to punish me. I knew that he would enjoy it too much. I had the cooler filled and the beer put away before the others started showing up. The new additions to the party were the two couples we had shared the table with at that teen hangout, two other couples, and the two boys that had groped me at the counter. They all seemed happy to see me walking around nude. I realized that they had all been warned in advance. The girls seemed to find it almost as amusing as the boys. I escorted them out to the patio as they arrived and served them drinks as ordered. When everyone had arrived I sat in the lap of Jay, the large boy who had been the biggest problem for me at the lunch counter. As Jay took advantage of the opportunity to grope me freely now, Kyra explained how I came to be there and what my status was. Kyra is one strange girl. I honestly believe that she was enjoying my degradation, my rapes, as much or more than the boys. I reminded myself that it had been her idea. So I guess she was a big fan of what they were doing to me. As Kyra was explaining I felt Jay's cock growing under me. His cock felt as big as the rest of him. He was a really large boy. When Kyra finished explaining what had happened to me and what my status was for the next two weeks she said, "And now for that show that Keary promised you." Jay stood me on my feet and got up behind me. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew that something was going to happen to me and that I wouldn't like it. Jay was looking around and Kyra pointed out the cushion that was still sitting on the grass nearby. He grabbed my arm and said, "Come on bitch. Let's go make nice." He pulled me over to the cushion and said, "Take my clothes off." I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his arms and dropped it onto the chair that they had taken the cushion from. I already knew that he was a large, muscular boy. But when I saw his upper arms and his torso I was really impressed. Not that I wanted to throw myself at him or anything. He was just really buff. He had large, muscular biceps and a powerful chest and a flat, hard stomach. He looked like you could hit him with a baseball bat and not hurt him. I untied the knot in the cord that held his trunks in place and started sliding them down. There was a large bulge in the front and when I pulled them out and away from his cock and down I uncovered the largest cock I had ever seen. Well, I hadn't seen that many. But this thing was BIG! It was at least ten inches long and nearly as big around as my forearm. I stopped pulling his trunks down and stared in terror at his cock. Under my breath I said, "Oh my god!" I looked up at him and said nervously, "That won't go in me! It won't fit! You'll tear me!" He just smiled and said, "You won't be the first, you won't be the last. Don't worry bitch. Once I get it in you are going to love it. They all do." I continued staring for a moment until Keary broke my reverie. "Is there a problem over there?" I shook my head but I was terrified. I pushed his trunks down past his knees and they fell to his feet. He kicked them away and stood naked in front of me and said, "Bend over and kiss it. Kiss it all over. Make it as happy as it's going to make your cunt in a little while." I bent over and wrapped my hand around that massive cock and pulled it down away from his flat, muscular belly. I kissed the head and licked the lubricant from around the hole in the end of it. I licked all around the large, bulbous, dark purple head and then I kissed it all over as he had ordered. I bent lower and licked and kissed his balls and then I returned to kissing his cock. He watched me for a few minutes and then he said, "Let's see how much of it you can get in your mouth bitch. I hear you can deepthroat. I've always wondered what that was like." I gasped and looked up at his smiling face. He said, "Come on bitch. If you won't do it for me I can always go home and get my dog. Would you rather do it for my dog? I was looking him right in the face when he said that. He was serious! Everyone had gotten up from the table and gathered around us in a circle. It was bad enough when they were sitting nearby staring. Now it truly was a show-like atmosphere. I could hear the obscene comments more clearly now and as they closed in around me I felt so much more like I was trapped. I realized that the difference was just in my mind. I was trapped regardless of where the audience was. That didn't make the feeling any less real though. I took the head of Jay's oversized cock into my mouth and tried to take as much of him in as I could. It was a truly massive slab of meat and I knew there was no way I would be able to take it into my throat. It was so big around that I could only get about three inches of it into my mouth! He watched me struggle with it for several minutes and then he said, "That ain't gonna cut it, bitch. You're going to have to do a lot better than that. Come on now. Put your heart into it." I was trying so hard. But it hurt. It hurt a lot and I knew that I couldn't do it. He tried to force it. He gripped my head in his large hands and as he thrust with his hips he pulled on my head with his hands and still he couldn't get even half of his big cock into my mouth. I heard laughter and I glanced up through my tear filled eyes to see Kyra with that damned movie camera. She saw me looking and said, "I can't wait to see the bitch sucking off your dog, Jay." A couple of the girls exclaimed, "Ewww! That's gross Kyra!" It sounded like a lot of the boys wanted to see it though. Jay laughed and said, "Maybe later. I haven't given up on the bitch yet. She is swallowing more than most chicks can handle." Kyra said, "I have an idea Jay. Let her go for a minute." Jay let my head go and stepped back. I was gasping for breath and crying like a baby. Kyra started giving directions to some of the boys and two of them helped me to my feet and someone put the cushion back on the lounge chair. I was picked up and stretched out on my back on the chair with my head hanging down over the foot of it. The boys that had placed me on my back on the chair continued to hold me down and I was starting to panic now. They were holding me firmly in place and I was helpless. I started pleading with them to let me go. I thought that it had to be obvious that no human female could take that massive cock into their throat. It would surely tear something. They were going to kill me with a cock! My pleas were ignored and Jay was urged on as he dropped to his knees by my head. He pressed the end of his cock against my lips and when I tried to turn away someone twisted and pulled violently on my nipple. I screamed in pain and Jay took the opportunity to force the head of his cock back into my mouth. I stopped fighting for a few seconds. I knew that I was beaten. But when the head of his cock started pressing against the entrance to my throat the pain became unbearable and I couldn't help fighting back. I was in fear of losing my life now, or at the very least suffering permanent damage to my throat. I was struggling with all of my might. Unfortunately, it was all to no avail. Jay was fucking my face brutally and I had never experienced such pain in my life. Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, the head of his cock entered my throat and as the shaft began to slide through my mouth and into my throat I mercifully passed out. I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I awoke the kids were all back at their large table, drinking beer and talking excitedly. I felt an unbearable pain in my throat. Jay must have continued fucking me after I passed out. I could taste his foul cum in my mouth. So he must have fucked my mouth and throat until he reached his orgasm. Someone noticed that I had come to my senses and Kyra yelled, "Hey cunt! Get your lazy ass over here! Christ, I thought you were going to sleep all fucking day!" I struggled to turn over and got up from the lounge chair I had been tortured on. I walked unsteadily over to where the kids were all gathered and Kyra said, "Go get everyone another beer. Then come over here. I have something I want to show you." I counted heads to see how many beers I needed. The couples had left while I was unconscious. Kyra and I were the only females here now. It was us and seven horny boys. And she was far from being any help to me when it came to satisfying their lust. Just the opposite, she urged them to greater acts of depravity at every opportunity. Once I had returned and served everyone their beers, Keary pulled me into his lap and ordered me to look at the small portable television that was on a nearby table. I watched as Kyra turned it on with a remote control. It was the movie she had just made of Jay raping my throat. I watched in renewed horror as he started trying to force that horse cock down my throat. I looked at the expressions on the faces of the kids as I was lifted onto my back on the lounge chair and held down. They were enjoying the show. Even the girls were watching eagerly to see if it could be done. When Jay's cock finally forced its way past whatever barrier was keeping it from entering my throat I saw several of the kids pointing. I could actually see my throat expand to accommodate his thick, ten inch cock! It wasn't obvious at first that I had passed out. My body went slack but it was a minute or two before they realized that I was unconscious. They didn't seem concerned at all. I could have been dying and they wouldn't know or care. After fucking my throat for several minutes Jay said, "Watch this." He bent down and wrapped his hand around my body and straightened up. He lifted me up and got to his feet and walked around carrying me upside down, still impaled on his cock. He was bouncing me up and down and walking around the patio to the cheers and catcalls of the other kids. My legs were splayed apart and my pussy was just under his chin. He kept bending his head down and biting me. I was unconscious but it looked like he was biting me hard. How I survived that I have no idea. I couldn't possibly have been able to breathe. Jay carried me around like that for a minute, his cock buried in my throat and his chin resting in the space between my widespread legs. Then he walked back over to the chair and roughly slammed me back down on my back. He began fucking my throat violently for another minute or so until he stiffened up and we could all see that he was cumming down my throat as his friends all cheered. When the show was over Kyra turned off the TV and Keary said, "Well slut, after that you should be able to deepthroat anyone with no trouble. I bet you're anxious to try that thing in your cunt now, aren't you?" I opened my mouth and tried to say that I wasn't the least bit anxious. My throat was still in agony from that horrible rape, but I didn't realize until I tried that I couldn't talk. Nothing came out. Not even a whisper! While I was sitting there terrified that the damage was going to be permanent they were all laughing and joking about how I was now the perfect woman. I could be fucked in all three holes and I didn't talk. Jay's friend waited until the jokes died down and said, "While Jay is resting up, how about if I try some of that pussy out? I can't take much more of this." Keary pushed me out of his lap and said, "I'm sorry Lyle. I didn't mean to be a poor host. Here, fuck the bitch. You can take her cunt or her ass but I think you better let her throat rest for a while." I was grateful for that small favor. Kirk got up and said, "Hold on a second." He ran into the house and came out with a tube of lubricant and a throat spray. I was grateful for both. I sprayed my throat liberally and Lyle took the lubricant from him. We went back to the lounge chair and he made me kneel with my knees on the edge. He dropped his trunks and kicked them away and as he started lubricating my ass Kyra showed up with that damned camera. Did they have to film everything?! Lyle dabbed some of the grease on my ass and pushed a little bit of it just inside of me. He applied a little more of it to his cock and as he started lining his cock up with my ass he said, "I've never fucked an ass before. Most girls don't go for that shit. I've been wondering what it was like." I didn't know what it was like for him, but I knew how much I hated it. It was just as painful as it had been this morning. I cried out as his cock entered me. I wasn't reassured that I had been able to make a sound though. My attention was focused on what Lyle was doing. I couldn't help it. It seemed like every muscle in my body tensed up from the pain. I knew that was the wrong thing to do but it was an involuntary reaction. The pain was incredible. As Lyle began to fuck my ass violently Kyra was filming my facial expression. She grinned and said, "You think that's bad bitch, wait until Jay takes a crack at your nasty ass." That was terrifying! I could just see myself going through the rest of my life wearing diapers because of the damage that Jay had caused. Lyle was just as violent as all of the others seemed to be. The pain in my ass began to fade and I became aware of the pain in my knees where they rested on the end of the lounge chair. I wanted desperately for this to be over, even if it meant that Jay would fuck me again with that huge cock of his. I finally got my wish a couple of minutes later. Lyle started pounding into me even harder and just before he came I saw Jay standing beside us and watching closely. He laughed and said, "Man! Look at them titties bounce! I love the way that looks." I could only imagine how it looked but I knew how it felt. It hurt like hell. But I couldn't use my hands to support them because I was holding on to the sides of the lounge chair with all of my might as Lyle raped my ass violently. Finally he tensed up and buried his cock into me as far as it would go. He held on tight and shivered as if he were freezing. He groaned loudly and swore as he came inside of me. And then it was over. I was exhausted and I hurt all over. I wanted desperately for this to all be over. But most of all, I prayed that Jay hadn't gotten any ideas. I couldn't possibly take that abnormally large organ in my ass. Lyle stepped back finally and I fell off of the end of the chair and curled up in the grass and cried hysterically. No one cared though. Keary tossed the plastic bottle of throat spray over and hit me with it. I looked up and saw what had hit me and I sprayed my throat again. The spray seemed to be helping. I didn't know if I could talk yet. And my throat still felt like it was on fire. But the pain seemed to be diminishing, slowly. While I was doing that Jay was putting the lounge chair cushion back in the grass beside me. When it was in position he nudged me with his foot. I looked up and he said, "Go ahead and get comfortable bitch. I'm going to stretch out that pussy of yours now." I crawled over to the cushion and lay on my back. I closed my eyes as Jay used his foot to push my legs farther apart. He dropped to his knees between my legs and roughly fingered my pussy for a moment. He said to his friends at the table, "Man, this bitch is tight. I'm gonna love this almost as much as fucking her throat." Jay reached out and slapped my tits. I croaked when I tried to scream in pain. It was all that I was capable of. At least it was a sound. He said, "Reach down there and line my cock up with that little girl hole of yours cunt. Let's see if I can fuck your throat from this end." There was laughter and another spate of crude remarks from the boys at the table as I reached down and wrapped my hands around Jay's big cock and placed the fat, swollen head at the entrance to my pussy. I held onto the shaft to guide it as he started to force his cock into me. It was so large that at first it wouldn't go in. His thick shaft started to bend for a second and then the head popped in past whatever had been holding him back. It hurt like hell and I cried out again. This time I almost sounded human as I cried out in pain. Jay stopped after his cock first entered me. It wasn't for my benefit though. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders and moved up over me. He inched up closer to me on his knees and started driving his cock into me, going deeper with each cruel thrust. It was very painful and I cried out or grunted in pain with each brutal stroke. As he worked his shaft into me he kept up a running commentary for the benefit of his buddies who were urging him to fuck me harder. He kept telling them how tight my pussy was and how hot if felt as it gripped his cock and all the while he was driving it deeper and deeper. Then, on his last violent stroke the last couple inches of his cock entered me and as his pubic bone rammed into mine he hit something inside of me and I screamed in pain. There was an outburst of laughter and he pulled back about half way and drove his cock back into me again. Again that incredible pain and again I screamed. He started pulling out of me and this time he pulled out until only the head was left in me. Just before he started to drive it back in I felt something on my lips. I opened my eyes and Keary was forcing a dirty sock into my mouth. His eyes met mine and he said, "Your fucking screaming is hurting my ears bitch. Now open wide." I opened my mouth and gagged as he stuffed that dirty sock inside. I didn't actually taste anything. There was more the sensation of cloth in my mouth than any taste. But the smell was almost overpowering. I didn't have long to think about that though. As soon as Keary stepped back Jay drove his cock all the way inside of me again. As he bottomed out I felt that horrible pain again and it was more than I could stand. I passed out again. My luck didn't hold this time though. When I regained consciousness he was still leaning over me and driving his cock into me violently. Whatever his cock was hitting inside of me must be getting numb. There was still a great deal of pain, but not that white hot poker in my stomach pain that there had been. I grunted loudly now with every stroke and prayed for it to end. I couldn't feel anything in my pussy now, just the horrible pain deep inside of me. I wondered if I was bleeding. I wondered if I was damaged permanently at both ends now. Towards the end he dropped my legs and dropped down on top of me. He wrapped his arms around me and began to grind his pelvis against mine as he came inside of me. Now, in addition to the pain from his driving cock I had his large body crushing me, making it almost impossible to breathe. When he finally got to his knees and the moved away I pulled the sock out of my mouth and then I reached down to see if there was blood between my legs. My hand came away covered with slimy cum, but no blood. I rolled over onto my side and curled up and covered my face with my hands and cried uncontrollably. Jay was finally sated and he sat with the others and told them how good a fuck I was. Kyra wasn't through filming though. She kicked me back over onto my back and ordered me to spread my legs. She got some close- ups of my cum covered, stretched out, red and swollen pussy. Then she said, "Get your ass inside and clean up cunt. You fucking stink." I struggled to my feet and picked up the throat spray. Every step I took was agony. My insides had been pummeled by that oversized cock and if something wasn't damaged it would be a miracle. I was half way to the patio door when I felt the slime start running out of me and start to slide down my thighs. I cupped my hand over my pussy and rushed to the bathroom in my suite off of the kitchen. I sat on the toilet and used some toilet paper to wipe my hands clean while my pussy drained. It probably hadn't been that much cum, but it took a long time to drain because it was so deep inside of me. While I was sitting on the toilet I sprayed my throat again. I tried to talk, just to see if I could. I managed to say a few words. It was very painful and my voice was so raspy that it was hard to understand what I was saying. But I had hopes that my voice would soon return. I had been afraid that I might never be able to speak again. I sat there until nothing was draining out of me any longer. I was afraid to delay too long. I didn't want to upset Keary. It didn't seem possible that my life could get any worse. But I didn't want to take a chance. I got up and flushed the toilet and took a hot shower. I brushed my teeth and used a large amount of mouthwash. When I couldn't delay any longer I went back out to the patio. The sense of relief I experienced when I stepped outside and saw that only the four Clark kids remained was incredible. I knew that I was still in for a lot of abuse before the day was over. But I could not have stood another bout with Jay. I think I would have gone right out of my mind if I had to take that cock of his inside of me again tonight. After I had gotten everyone another beer, myself included, Keary ordered me to stand beside his chair. He examined my pussy and said, "It looks as good as new." He stuck a couple of fingers up inside of me and I jumped slightly. It was still very painful. He smiled and said, "Yeah, you're going to be fine bitch. Can you talk yet?" I replied, "Not very well." My voice was raspy and it hurt to talk, but they were satisfied that I was going to survive that incredibly cruel attack. They laughed at me and ordered me to sit down and drink my beer before I went in and started supper. I sat down and drank carefully. It hurt to swallow. Keary said, "We'll let you rest until after supper, but that was pretty hot. We're going to need some relief after supper. I just thought I'd warn you." I looked at him. I think it must have been a slightly dazed look. I certainly felt dazed. Then they ignored me and talked among themselves. Sometimes they talked about me and how amused they were by what had been done to me. They talked about Jay and his huge cock. Kyra said, "I wonder what it would be like to fuck that thing? I bet if I was on top and could control how much of it went in that would be one wild fuck." Kevin laughed and said, "I'm sure he'd let you. And I'd be glad to hold the camera." I watched her and the stupid little bitch actually seemed to be considering it! I finished my beer and asked what they wanted for supper. They left it up to me and I went inside and looked through the refrigerator. I started supper and, after making sure that they weren't paying any attention I had another beer. By the time supper was ready I had drunk two more. I'm not much of a drinker but I was really in need of the numbing properties of alcohol at that moment. After we ate they sat and watched me clean up the kitchen and then we went into the living room. The fun and games were apparently over for the day. Kyra didn't bother with the camera. I had to provide them each with an orgasm, including Kyra. But they didn't make me take their cocks down my throat. I was made to suck each of the boys and Keary and Kevin both came in my mouth. Kirk let me suck him until he was close to cumming and then he fucked my pussy from behind. I was very tender still but it was bearable. When I had finished Kirk off Kyra untied the strings on her bikini bottoms and let the front of them fall away. I crawled over to her and ate her out quickly. I think that the torment that I had been subjected to today had really excited her. She came the first time almost immediately. She didn't settle for one though. I had to eat her until she came again. It was still early. It was only a little after nine. But I was exhausted and I pleaded for permission to go to bed. Keary said, "Sure, you can go to bed. But you are sleeping with me tonight. Leave room for me in your bed." I was so desperately hoping for a good night's sleep and a chance to recuperate from the horrors of this day. I almost started crying again when he told me that he was going to be sleeping with me. I knew that meant that my chances of getting raped yet again tonight were pretty high. Keary said, "For the next two weeks we are going to alternate sleeping with you. Maybe you'll get fucked a little more, maybe you won't. I'll probably leave you alone, at least until morning. I'm fucked out bitch. You've drained me. But then, once I get in there and get my hands on your hot little body, well, who knows what will come up?" I just nodded and went to my room. I went to the bathroom and let Kirk's last little load of cum drain out of me. I brushed my teeth and washed my face and hands. Then I went to my bed and got under the covers. Even though my mind was in turmoil I was exhausted and I fell asleep almost instantly. I slept through the night and when I awoke Sunday morning Keary was sleeping beside me with his arm over my waist and his hand resting over my tit. He was still asleep though and I didn't move for fear of waking him. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I was in no hurry for the rapes to begin again. It was probably close to half an hour later when I heard a change in Keary's breathing and he started to stir. I was dreading whatever the day ahead might hold for me and I almost cried as I realized that now that he was awake it was about to start again. I didn't know just how quickly it was going to start, or just how depraved the start would be. When Keary finally was fully awake he realized right away that I was awake too. He grabbed my tit and squeezed it and when I squeaked in pain he chuckled and said, "Come on cunt. Let's get started. We have a busy day ahead of us today." I didn't like the sound of that. We got up and went into my bathroom. He pushed me down on the toilet. I had no self respect left. It didn't matter that he was standing there watching, I immediately began to pee. As the loud stream of urine splashed into the bowl Keary watched for a moment and then he went over and turned the water on in the shower. I noticed before he woke up that he had a hard on. I kept waiting for him to demand that I do something to take care of it. But so far he was ignoring it. That changed when we got into the shower. He turned the shower head so that the water was aimed off to the side and away from us and he pulled me around and leaned me up against the shower wall. He kicked my legs apart and started working his hard cock into my pussy from the rear. I was still tender, but not as bad as I had been yesterday. It would have been a lot easier if he had provided some lubrication. He worked his cock up inside of me and when it was buried all the way in me I expected him to start fucking. Instead, he stood still and wrapped his arms around me and said, "Don't you dare move you stupid cunt. If you do you'll be sorrier than you can possibly imagine." I was already sorrier than I could have imagined forty- eight hours ago. But I almost lost it completely when Keary sighed loudly and I felt something hot filling up my insides. I didn't understand at first. When I finally realized that he was pissing inside of me I screamed in horror. Despite his warnings I tried to pull away but he held me tight and said, "I fucking warned you cunt! Now hold still." I stopped struggling. I stopped trying to get away. I started crying hysterically. I could not even imagine something like this happening to me. Every time I thought I had reached rock bottom these perverted kids found a new way to chip away at what little remained of my sanity. I felt my insides fill up with the hot, burning piss and then it began to run out of me and down my legs. I remained there, leaning up against the shower wall and shaking my head. As the torment went on and on I could only moan and murmur, "Oh god, I can't take any more of this." Keary, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the hell out of it. He was squeezing my tits and groaning with pleasure as he emptied his bladder into me. As the strong stream slowly trickled to an end he left his cock inside of me until his piss seemed to stop draining. When the draining stopped he grabbed my hair and pulled his cock out of me. He turned me around and forced me to my knees and ordered me to suck him off. I could smell the strong odor of urine on his cock and balls, but I was unable to resist anything they did to me any longer. I was broken. I still felt the pain. I still felt the humiliation. I still felt degraded beyond all ability to cope. But I no longer had the will to resist even the most obscene requests. I took his semi hard cock into my mouth and sucked him until he was hard again. After that he came quickly and I was at least grateful that he didn't insist that I use my throat to please him. I was just getting to the point that I thought I might actually recover from that violent rape that Jay had taken so much pleasure from, and his friends had all enjoyed watching so much. I guess that the more perverse the acts I was subjected to were the more turned on Keary was. He came in a very short time. After all of the sex he had enjoyed at my expense since I showed up here I was afraid that he would take longer. I suppose that when you are sixteen you recover rapidly. He certainly had. After I sucked him off we took a shower and by the time I had washed him and then washed myself the urine had drained out of me. I shut the water off and dried him and then myself. Then we went out into the kitchen. No one else had come down yet. He sat down and told me where to find the coffee. I made a pot of coffee and started breakfast. I served both of us a cup of coffee when it was ready. Then I made toast and bacon and had them in the oven keeping warm until the others came down. While we were waiting for his siblings to come down for breakfast Keary told me that we were going out today to shop for some new work clothes for me. He told me that tomorrow, when I went into the office, all four of them were coming in with me. They had some exciting plans for me for the next two weeks. He didn't say any more than that. But that was enough to scare me. Were they going to make it so I couldn't work there after these two weeks? I had enough trouble now dealing with the office Lotharios. I had a pretty good idea of what these kids would want to make me wear to work. I knew that it would be something outrageous. But if they were coming with me when I went to the office then they must have something worse than showing me off in mind. I waited until Keary finished tormenting me with hints about what tomorrow would be like for me. While he talked he watched me, enjoying my fear, my dread. But as horrible as the prospect of dressing the way they were going to dress me was, and submitting to whatever future degrading sexual torments he had in mind for me, there was something else that I dreaded more. I couldn't decide if it would be a mistake to bring it up and let him know how desperate I was to avoid any one thing that he could do to me. There was the very real possibility that knowing how much I feared it he would make sure that it happened. Or in this case, happened again. But I was terrified that he was going to let Jay rape me again. I might survive having him rape my pussy again. I'm not sure, but I might. It was incredibly painful and I still didn't know that he didn't damage something inside of me. But if I did have to submit to him again, there was no way I could survive that huge cock in my throat again, or my ass. I had to say something. It was praying on my mind and above everything else I had to try to avoid those two things. I quietly asked, "Sir, may I ask you something?" Keary smiled at me. It didn't take much intelligence to know how much he enjoyed the submission and the fear in my voice when I spoke. "What is it cunt?" he asked arrogantly. I took a deep breath and said, "Please sir. I'm begging you. I'll do anything you tell me to do. But please, don't let that boy, Jay, don't let him do that to my throat again. Or my ass. Please sir, it hurt so much. I thought I was going to die. It hurts so much when he fucks my pussy, but I'll let him do that if I have to. But please, not the others. I'll do anything for you if you don't let him do that again." He looked at me with an evil grin on his face. He made me wait a very long time before he finally responded, "Anything? You'll do anything I want for the rest of the two weeks? Well, first of all you stupid cunt, I can make you do anything I want anyway. But if you want to make that deal I'll take you up on it." "You know how dirty my mind is though. I'm not going to make it easy on you. If you want to make that deal though, then okay, I accept. Just remember, the first time you refuse to do anything I'm calling Jay and this time he's going to fuck all three holes. Remember that when I make you do something so fucking sick it makes you want to puke. Because the chances are that I will." Now that we had an agreement I wasn't sure if I had won or lost. I knew that Keary was the biggest pervert that I was likely to meet in my entire life. But as bad as his dirty mind was, I could not face the prospect of having my throat and my ass raped by Jay. When this was all over I might end up having to move to the other side of the country. But for now I could only think of keeping that huge cock out of my throat and my ass. By the time we finished our coffee the others had started drifting down to breakfast. When everyone had come down I asked everyone how they wanted their eggs and went to the stove and cooked them to order. Keary and I were the only ones drinking coffee and I served the other three kids orange juice. When the eggs were ready I served breakfast for everyone all at once. I poured Keary and me another cup of coffee and as soon as I sat down Keary stood up and moved over and stood beside me. He pulled his cock out and aimed it at my breakfast plate and began to masturbate. The others watched in amusement for a moment and then Kevin got up and stood on the other side of me and he too began to masturbate. I watched in disgust as within a minute of each of each other they came on my breakfast. When they sat down Kirk took his turn. By the time they had finished there was a coating of slimy cum all over my bacon and eggs. When Kirk stepped away Keary said, "Eat up bitch. You know how good that protein is for that long red hair of yours." I stared down at my plate and despite everything I had been through I felt very close to vomiting as I looked at what they had done to my breakfast. But I glanced at Keary and I knew what the alternative was. I picked up my fork and mixed the eggs and cum together and stirred it up. Then I ate it. I cleaned up my plate as they all watched in amusement. While we ate, Keary told them about our shower this morning and how he had used me for a urinal. Kyra was pissed that he didn't let her know in advance so that she could film it, or at least watch it. She had a nasty look in her eyes. It was apparent that she found the idea of Keary using me for a urinal highly erotic, or at least very entertaining. There is something not right about all four of these kids. But she has to be worst. A woman, or girl, should not be excited by the rape and degradation of another woman. There is just something very wrong about how much she enjoys what is happening to me. I managed to get my breakfast down without getting sick. When everyone was finished I cleaned up the kitchen and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Except for Keary the others were already dressed. Keary went up to his room to get ready and Keary told Kyra to find me something to wear. They all seemed to know where we were going. I guess they had talked it over amongst themselves. I followed Kyra to her room and she went to her closet and brought out a miniskirt. I put it on, without underwear of course. She stepped back and looked at me and she said, "Roll the waistband over and pull it up a little. I think you know what effect I'm going for." I sighed and rolled the waistband over. I pulled the skirt up an inch and looked in the mirror. The hemline was right at crotch level. It wasn't as bad as the dress I wore yesterday. But it was awful all the same. Kyra liked it though. She smiled and went to her dresser and looked through two drawers until she found the crop top she was looking for. She pulled it out and tossed it to me and told me to put it on. I had never worn a crop top in my life. I located the label and turned it around. I saw that there was writing on the front but I couldn't read it until I pulled the top on. The top was very thin and didn't quite reach to the bottom of my boobs. Almost an inch of the bottom curve of my breasts was visible. But the worst part was that I could now read the writing on the front of top. In big black letters all across my chest it said, "I NEVER WEAR UNDERWEAR". In smaller letters underneath it said, "Go ahead, see for yourself!" Just as I was putting on Kyra's high heels again Keary came in to see what she had selected for me. He looked me over and grinned. He said, "If anyone decides to look you will let them. Won't you?" I said, "Yes sir." Then we went downstairs and got in the SUV. I sat between Kirk and Kevin in the back and before we even got out of the garage they had their hands all over me and my top pulled up around my neck. It was unpleasant. But by this time it wasn't as traumatic as this kind of treatment had been yesterday morning. Too much had happened since I woke up and found out I was a sexy toy. We drove to the Salvation Army Store on the other side of town. I wasn't even allowed to straighten my clothes out until I was out of the car. It was pretty humiliating, but I don't think anyone was around to notice. The parking lot was all but empty. We went inside and headed for the racks of women's clothing. They weren't in a hurry and we all stayed together and looked at everything that was my size or anywhere near my size. But they only selected the most revealing, the most humiliating outfits for me. They only needed enough for five days. They figured that I could wear each one twice and then their father would be home and I would have to start dressing more appropriately again. They had in mind that I would begin to dress more provocatively on my own after that. But I was anxious for this to be over so that I could return to my conservative clothing and my conservative lifestyle. They selected things that I could never have worn if Mr. Clark was in town. One of the dresses was nearly as short as the skirt I had on. But that wasn't the worst thing about it. The top was totally sheer. There was a vest with it. But the vest had no closure and was very tiny. It would be obvious that my breasts were all but naked under it. There was another dress that was short but looked reasonably proper until you looked closely. There were half inch stripes of sheer material running diagonally. It would have been a very pretty dress and totally acceptable over a slip. The third dress they selected was a sundress that had a bib style top. It was backless and tied behind the neck. It wasn't that bad, for a day at the park. It was totally inappropriate for the office. And it was going to be worse. Kyra explained to Keary how much more exciting it would be if the top was tied loosely allowing it to fall away and hang away from by body. The last two outfits that they selected were two micro miniskirts and two sheer blouses. I would have been self conscious if I were to wear those blouses with a slip. I knew that I wouldn't have a slip to wear for the next two weeks. I would be sitting in my office with my breasts exposed. Mr. Clark's company was very successful. But it did not have a lot of employees. Everyone knew everyone else. There were only about twenty-five people working there. I don't mean that we were all friends and we didn't all see each other every day. But everyone that saw me would know who I was and what office I worked in. I didn't think that it was going to be possible for me to continue working there after Mr. Clark returned. And I didn't yet know what these kids had planned for me beyond making me wear these outrageous outfits to work. Keary said that they would be going to work with me tomorrow. So I knew that they had something planned. I tried on all five outfits before we left and they were every bit as bad as I thought they were. That dress with the diagonal stripes of sheer material moved around on my body as I moved. I tried it on and stood in front of the mirror and when I turned I saw one nipple and a flash of pubic hair. I turned around and I could plainly see the crack of my ass through two of the half inch diagonal stripes. I can't even describe how naked I felt in the two sheer blouses. I am not exaggerating, they were not semi sheer. They were sheer. They were almost invisible. But the scariest one was probably the sundress with the bib top. I came out of the fitting room and Kyra went behind me and untied it behind my neck and retied it with a lot of extra slack. It drooped down and sagged away from my body. A large area of my cleavage became visible, but worse than that, the sides of my breasts were exposed. When Kyra ordered me to lean forward my breasts were totally exposed. She ordered me to straighten up again and looked at the bib top and said to Keary, "I think it would be better if we took the sides in a little." Keary grinned and agreed. When I had tried everything on and when I was finished I put Kyra's miniskirt and crop top back on. When I was dressed Keary said, "I want you to go over there and look at the men's clothes until we come for you." I looked over towards the racks of men's clothes and I saw what he had in mind. There were three young black men looking through the racks. I said, "Yes sir," but my heart was beating so rapidly as I made my way over to the three men that I thought I might be having a heart attack. The kids kept an eye on me while they went to pay for my new wardrobe. I walked over to the three men who seemed to be together and started looking at men's clothes right beside them. They spotted me right away of course. But it was a minute before they saw the writing on the crop top that I was wearing. One of them whispered something to the other two and then he turned to me and said, "I like your outfit." I tried to smile. I knew that Keary wanted this to happen to humiliate me. I thanked him for the compliment and turned to face them. The one that had spoken looked around and then he bent towards me as if he were going to kiss me. Instead, he reached out and put his hand on my upper thigh, only an inch below my pussy. He watched closely and when my only reaction was a sharp intake of breath he smiled and moved his hand all the way up to my pussy. When his hand came into contact with my naked flesh his breath seemed to catch and he said to his friends, "The bitch ain't lyin' dudes. There ain't nothin' under that skirt but pussy and ass." One of them moved around behind me and after glancing around his hand came to rest on the back of my thigh and then slid quickly up to cover my left butt cheek. He squeezed it firmly and said, "I'll be god damned!" The first man said, "What's the deal bitch? You hookin'?" I shook my head. But I didn't know what to say to him. I glanced over at Keary and the four of them had paid for my new clothes and were just watching me in amusement. I finally said, "That guy over there," and I nodded towards Keary, "told me to come over here to look at clothes." He looked at Keary and asked, "Is he your pimp?" I shook my head. They didn't know what to make of me now. The one with his hand on my pussy asked, "Do you put out for free?" Fuck! I don't know! I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I was almost relieved when I saw them walking over to me finally. I harbored the faint hope that they would take me out of here. But it was very faint. Keary came around the rack and walked up and said, "Good morning gentlemen. Pretty fucking hot, isn't she?" The three black men were checking out Keary and the other three kids. They didn't know what to make of us. Hell, I didn't know what to make of us! I had no idea what Keary had in mind when he sent me over here. The black men started thinking they were getting jerked around I guess and they were starting to look like they were getting upset. The one who was still holding his hand on my pussy said, "What's the deal man? She says she ain't a ho and you ain't her pimp. But she's standing here with her shit all hanging out and letting us feel her ass up. Is this how you get your rocks?" Keary smiled disarmingly and said, "No man. We ain't playing with you. We're playing with her. If you want to fuck her, or get sucked off, let's go somewhere quiet. No charge man. She hates it, but she has to do what we say." The black guys looked at each other and then the one who seemed to be taking the lead said, "If this is some kind of fucking game your running it ain't gonna be us that gets hurt." Keary said, "No game man. You want to fuck her? Then let's go outside." The three men shrugged and the two that were groping me finally let go. They followed us out to the SUV and waited while Kevin and Kirk put the bags in the back. Then Keary said, "Okay, unless you got a place nearby, you want to take the bitch around back or what?" The one that had been groping my ass said, "I got a van right over there. We can use that." We looked where he was pointing. He had an older, beat up windowless work van parked all by itself a couple of rows over from us. We followed them to the van and he opened the sliding side door and pushed some tool boxes out of the way. They all looked around to see if anyone was watching and Keary said, "Okay cunt. Give me your clothes." I didn't bother to look around. I pulled the crop top off and unrolled the waistband on the skirt. I unbuttoned it and stepped out of it. Keary took both items of clothing from me and handed them to Kirk to hold. I climbed into the dirty van naked. One of the black men climbed in behind me and sat on a tool box. He pulled his zipper down and worked his already hard cock out and said, "Okay bitch. Let's see what you got." I stared at his cock for a moment. It was the first time I had seen a black cock. The man was very dark complected but his cock was coal black. It was only slightly larger than Keary's though, so I wasn't intimidated by it, not like I had been with Jay. My throat was still sore, but before long I was taking the man's cock into my throat. He and his two friends all thought that was pretty exciting. I didn't notice any difference between sucking a black cock and a white one. I wondered if the cum would be different. I was a long time finding out. Despite my newly developed deepthroat skills he lasted a very long time. He watched me working on his cock and except that he had a hard on he didn't even seem to be that into it. But finally I detected a difference in his breathing and he started moaning quietly and his eyes closed and then he started cumming. The first spurt went down my throat but I caught the rest in my mouth and finished him off with my hand. When he finally finished my mouth was full. I took my mouth away and swallowed and then I gently licked his cock clean. His cum tasted just like cum to me. If I had been blindfolded I would never have known that I had just sucked off my first black man. He put his cock away and zipped his pants up. Then he patted me on the head and said, "Good girl. We should do this again sometime." I just waited on my knees for him to get out and the next man to climb in. They were all standing around the side door of the van watching and I hoped that watching had gotten the next two men excited. I would hate to have all three of them last this long. The next one in was the one that had been holding my pussy and doing most of the talking. He climbed in and pushed me down onto my hands and knees and he got behind me. I heard him unfastening his pants and he pushed my knees a little further apart. I felt the head of his cock sliding between my legs and through my slit which I was surprised to find was damp. I reached down and guided his cock into me and he started stroking me with long, steady, slow, very pleasant strokes. To be honest, my husband was a terrible lover. I am guilty of not giving him many opportunities to improve his skills. But he was terrible. He had the same basic technique as the three Clark kids. Fast, violent strokes and get it over with as quickly as possible. So I had never been fucked like this before. It didn't hurt. His cock was nice and large but not immense and his strokes were not violent or brutal and I was embarrassed when I realized that I was really kind of enjoying it. I had never enjoyed being fucked before! He fucked me like that for a long time and I felt the pleasure building. He sped up a little and shortly before he reached orgasm he reached around me and teased my clit with one hand and played with my nipples with the other and suddenly I was cumming. I was coming from getting fucked! I didn't think that was possible! I moaned loudly and bit down on my arm to keep from screaming in pleasure. My pussy clamped down on his cock and he started cumming inside of me. He sped up a little more and started calling me all kinds of nasty names. I didn't care though. I had not felt that good since…hell, I had never felt that good! A shower massager was nothing compared to this! He came to a stop after he filled me with his cum. He stayed there with his cock buried in me for a long time before he finally pulled out of me. He reached out of van and took my skirt from Kirk and used it to wipe his cock and then he put it away. And then there was one. I glanced around as the man that had just fucked me got out. I noticed the amusement on the faces of the Clarks. They seemed to find it very entertaining that I had reached orgasm while being fucked by this black man in a work van. And of course, that little bitch Kyra was capturing my humiliation with her digital movie camera for god knows who to see later. The last of the black men got in the van and sat on the tool box in front of me. He looked at me and said, "You are a hot piece of ass. I would love to fuck you. But I have never had a cunt take me down her throat like you did for Kasey just now. I want to see what that's like." He unbuckled his pants and slid them down. I was relieved when he revealed a normal sized cock. You hear all these rumors about black guys but these three guys were all pretty normal. I bent down and took him into my mouth and sucked him off, taking him down my throat on every stroke. He was really enjoying it and he was very vocal. He made nasty comments and swore constantly as I sucked him off. Fortunately he didn't last as long as the first guy. It was probably only ten minutes before I felt him stiffen up and I milked his cock dry. After I swallowed he put his clothes together and got out. Keary pulled me out and told Kirk to give me my skirt. As I put it on the black guy that did all the talking said, "I still don't get it. That is one hot young piece of ass. If that bitch was mine I wouldn't be making her put out to strangers in parking lots. Did she do something to piss you off?" Kyra smiled and spoke for the first time. "No, she didn't piss us off. She is supposed to be our babysitter while our folks are out of town on vacation. We just like playing with her. But it's for her own good. Believe it or not the bitch had never sucked a cock before Friday night. Look how far she has come in less than forty-eight hours." They still didn't understand. But then, neither did I. The one doing all the talking looked confused and he said, "Yeah, you taught her how to suck a cock. Great. I still don't understand why." Keary laughed and said, "Just for the fun of it. We are having the time of our lives treating her like a little sex slave. Not to mention all the pussy and the great head we're getting." He just shook his head and the van owner closed it up and they went back inside. We went back to the SUV. On the ride home I was left alone. I guess they didn't feel like playing with me when I was freshly fucked by a handful of strangers. I wasn't worried. I was reasonably certain that I wouldn't be left alone for very long. As soon as we got back to the house I was ordered to unload the car. I asked where the laundry room was so that I could wash my brand new used clothes. I was given directions to the room in the basement where the washer and dryer were located. I went down and separated my new outfits and started washing them. Then I went to my room and brushed my teeth and took a shower. I thought wryly that I was brushing my teeth more often now than ever before in my life. It didn't do much good though. I seemed to always have the taste of a fresh load of male cum in my mouth. I went out to the kitchen and got a glass of water and then back down to the laundry room. I took the first load of clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer and put the second in the washer. I stayed down there as the second load washed. I wasn't anxious to rejoin the kids and receive more of their unwanted attention. Unfortunately the little bit of laundry that I had was all done in forty minutes. I was grateful for the time alone but I knew I couldn't stay down there indefinitely. It was time to start dinner though. Maybe they would leave me alone while I was doing that. As I passed through the house on the way to my rooms I could see the kids out by the pool. I glanced out and saw that all four of them were naked now. Apparently Kyra was losing her inhibitions quickly. I hung my new clothes in my closet. They had unlocked my closet this morning but forbidden me to touch any of my old clothes. They were no longer worried that I would try to escape. After I put my new clothes away I returned to the kitchen and started looking through the food on hand to see what I could make for supper. I didn't know what kind of meals these kids were used to. If they were expecting gourmet meals they were going to be very disappointed in my cooking skills. I made some stuffed pork chops and home fries and creamed corn. I set the kitchen table and put the food out when it was ready and then, reluctantly, called the kids in to eat. It had been nice to be left alone for nearly two hours. I was surprised that they hadn't checked on me. They came in when I called them and after I served them what they wanted to drink I joined them for dinner. They talked among themselves like a typical group of spoiled teenagers and ignored me until supper was over. It had been the first time since Thursday evening that I had eaten a full meal and I was stuffed. They sat and watched as I cleaned up the table and the kitchen and started the dishwasher. Then my free time was over. They led me back out to the patio and after I served Keary a beer and the others a soft drink there was another round of orgasms for them. As usual, they used me in order of seniority by age. Each time this happened it was becoming less traumatic. My body had more or less recovered from the abuse of yesterday afternoon and the things that I did this evening weren't painful. I took Keary into my throat and sucked him off but I was getting used to his normal sized cock in my throat and it was over quickly. Kevin decided that he wanted to fuck my ass. But he used a lubricant. He didn't stretch me out first. He greased both of us up though and after some initial discomfort it was bearable. I ate Kyra out quickly. She had lost her shyness about being naked in front of her brothers and we ignored them as I knelt and licked and sucked her pussy until she came. I still hated doing it. But the shock was gone. It was just one more unpleasant thing I had to do. Kirk was last and he was the only one of the four that demanded anything extra. He lifted his legs and said, "Eat my ass out the way you did for Kyra yesterday. I want to see what that feels like." I got down between his legs and he rested is legs on my shoulders. I lifted them with my hands and started licking his ass crack and as soon as my tongue touched him he realized that this was something that he liked, a lot! His whole body seemed to tremble with pleasure and he moaned each time my tongue touched him. He made me keep it up for a long time before he said, "Christ! That's fucking fantastic! I need to cum now cunt. Suck me off." I lowered his legs and took his hard, wet cock into my mouth. He came very quickly. After I swallowed he slowly got up and we returned to the table and joined his sister and brothers. He told them all how wonderful it felt having me eat his ass and Kyra seconded that opinion. I didn't mind it so much. It was degrading, but they were clean when they made me do these things. It was hard to do for long periods of time. My tongue and my jaw became very tired quickly. Unfortunately it sounded like I was going to be doing a lot more of it in the future. The rest of the evening was pretty quiet and we went to bed at a reasonable time since I had to go in to work tomorrow and they were planning to accompany me. I knew that it was going to be a horrible and humiliating day and I was worried sick about what they were planning. This was Kevin's night to sleep with me. He followed me to my bedroom when we all adjourned for the night. We were both naked already and he went to bed immediately. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed up a little. I joined him in bed and when I lay down beside him he turned on his side and began to explore my body. He had already had sex with me numerous times over the last three days, in every way possible as far as I could tell. He had had many opportunities to grope my breasts and my pussy. But now he took advantage of the opportunity to really get familiar with my body. As his fingers explored the most sensitive areas of my body he said, "You are the first woman I have ever seen naked. Well, up close anyway. We have spied on Kyra but it isn't quite the same. It was exciting, but I didn't really get to learn that much about a woman's body." I was surprised at his admission. Apparently he had been a virgin on Friday when he and his brothers raped me for the first time. I wouldn't have guessed it. He hadn't seemed any more inept than most of the other males that were raping me since I came to this house. He teased my nipples and watched them harden and he moved his fingers lightly over my body. I hated to admit it. But it felt nice. I tried not to react to his touch but I couldn't stop my nipples from growing long and hard or my pussy from beginning to get moist. I watched his face at first. I was surprised at the look of wonder on it. After exploring my body he said, "With the others watching I couldn't really get to explore and learn about your body. They would have given me a hard time. It's pretty exciting. I like the way your skin feels and the way that your body reacts." He moved down between my legs after several long minutes and lifted them and spread them wide. He lay with his face only a foot from my pussy and after exploring the outside he spread me open and tried to see inside. He examined me quietly for a few minutes and then he asked, "You're all wet, does that mean that you are turned on?" I wasn't sure how to answer. I thought about it for minute and finally answered as honestly as I could. "It means that my body is reacting to your touch. It doesn't mean that I am getting excited. There is a difference in how my mind and my body react to things like this. What you are doing stimulates me physically, but not mentally or emotionally. You are provoking a purely physical response to stimulation that my mind cannot control." He was a smart kid and after taking a minute to think about it he seemed to understand. He moved his fingers through my moist slit and lightly brushed them over my clit. I gasped in reaction to his touch and he opened my slit and looked at my slightly extended clit. It didn't get all that big when I got aroused. He looked at it and asked, "Is that your clit?" I nodded. He asked, "Does it feel like my cock feels when someone touches it?" That was a silly question! "I don't know Kevin. I've never had a cock." He laughed and said, "You've had a lot of cock. You just don't get to keep them." As awful as this situation is I had to struggle not to laugh when he said that. The character of my struggle changed when he leaned down and kissed the tight crease of my vulva. He kissed me several times and then his tongue began to explore me. I hated how wonderful it felt. I didn't want to enjoy what these boys did to me and didn't want them to see me enjoying it. I couldn't help it though. His tongue moved all around and as I became more and more aroused it must have been obvious to him. Before very long his tongue moved up and caressed my swollen clit and I was no longer able to lay still. He held me down and after licking me a little longer he took my clit into his mouth and sucked and licked it until I groaned and had an orgasm. He kept licking and finally I had to push him away. He looked up at me and saw that I was crying. He asked, "I just made you cum. Why are you crying?" I struggled to get myself under control and I said, "Because you are raping me! Everything you and your brothers and your sister do to me is rape. I don't want to have an orgasm from being raped. It's humiliating!" He looked confused. He sounded confused when he said, "I didn't rape you! I was just trying to make you feel good." I responded, "Everything you do to me is done against my will. That is rape. I am a prisoner in this house and I am being kept naked and raped constantly. It infuriates me that my body would react the way it does. I understand it on a conscious level, but it infuriates me none the less." I thought for just a second that I might be getting through to him, that I might have found a spark of humanity in one of the three boys after all. I thought that right up until he smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. But shit! It sure is fun. I like having a good looking girl around that I can fuck any time I want." With that he moved up over my body and smiled down at me and said, "And right now that's what I want." He moved his hard cock around until he located the entrance to my vagina and he plunged it all the way in with one violent stroke. He was back to his old self. He dropped down onto me and wrapped his arms around me and nearly suffocated me as he raped me again. I closed my eyes and cried quietly until it was over. My pussy had recovered from the trauma that Jay had caused me yesterday. I had been raped a half a dozen times today. But it had been by men, or boys, with normal sized cocks and there had been rest periods in between. I wasn't crying because I was in pain. I was crying because my body no longer belonged to me and the constant abuse and humiliation was getting to be more than I could take. Well, maybe not more than I could take. Perhaps it was just exactly as much as I could stand. I saw no way out for the next twelve days. Somehow I just had to endure this for that long. When he had finished fucking me Kevin collapsed on top of me for a long time. I felt like I was smothering. I could hardly catch my breath. But I didn't fight him. He finally rolled off of me. He lay on his back and said, "Okay cunt. Clean me up and then we can get some sleep." I moved down and licked and sucked his cock and his balls clean and then he pulled me back up beside him and wrapped his arm and one leg over me and went to sleep that way. I lay there awake for a long time with his deep, steady breathing in my ear. I couldn't sleep. Not until he finally rolled over. Then I got comfortable and cried myself to sleep. I slept fitfully that night, waking often and laying in the dark worrying about what the kids had planned for me when I got to work. I awoke for the last time to find Keary getting into bed with me and crawling on top of me. Kevin was gone and I heard the shower running. I looked up at Keary and when he saw that I was awake he said, "It's about fucking time." Then he plunged his hard cock into me. I was dry and it was uncomfortable but I was starting to get used to that. At least we were in my bed and it was unlikely that he was going to use me for a urinal this morning. He used me to get off and after his orgasm he got up and stood beside the bed. His slimy cock was inches from my face. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth and cleaned his cock and balls. While I was sucking him clean he pointed to one of the dresses they had bought for me yesterday and said, "Get cleaned up and put that on and come out to the kitchen. We need to get into your office early and get set up, so don't dawdle." After Keary left I took a shower. Kevin was drying off when I entered my bathroom. He smiled at me and said, "I was pretty disappointed. I wanted to piss in you like Keary did yesterday but he didn't want to wait. He needed to fuck you. But I'll get my chance later." I had no idea what they got out of that. It was the most disgusting thing that I could imagine. I suppose that is why they thought that it was fun, because it degraded me so. I didn't want to dwell on that though. I tried to force it out of my mind. It wasn't hard to do. That was a future humiliation. I was more concerned at present with the humiliations that they had planned for today. I took a shower and dried off. I brushed my teeth and hair. In the bedroom I looked at the dress I was to wear today. It was very short. But that wasn't the real problem. They had selected the dress with the sheer top and the short vest that nominally covered my breasts. I stared at it for a moment and then put it on. I hadn't been told what shoes to wear. I still had Kyra's with the three inch heels though and I was pretty sure that was what they had in mind. If I was going to have to keep wearing them I would have to shop for a pair in my size. They were very uncomfortable. I went out to the kitchen and the kids were all ready to go. I had a glass of juice and made a sandwich for my lunch and we left. It was still very early. Rush hour hadn't started yet. We got to the office before anyone else and Keary parked in his father's parking space. Kevin got a large box out of the back of the SUV and we went to the door. Usually Mr. Clark or I got to work before anyone else, so I had a key to the door. I let us in and we headed straight for my office at the end of the hallway. Keary ordered me to sit in a visitor's chair and stay out of the way. I watched as they took things out of the box and went around the office setting them up. I noticed that they were careful to put them where they wouldn't be obvious. Keary attached something to my computer before he turned it on and then he sat at my desk and I assume that he was setting up whatever it was he had attached. Kevin and Kyra were in their father's office. I couldn't see them but they had taken handfuls of the same strange looking gizmos with them that Keary and Kirk were setting up in my office. When Keary was finished he went through the door into his father's office and a few minutes later the three of them came back out. Whatever they had been doing they were finished. Keary called me over and removed my vest. He sat me down in my chair and turned on my monitor. When it came on I saw two dozen little squares, each with a different view of my office or Mr. Clark's office. He showed me how I could click on one of the squares and suddenly my screen was filled with a high quality, color camera view. He clicked on the camera that showed me at my desk. My breasts were plainly visible. The dark spots that were my nipples stood out alarmingly. Keary reached down and teased my nipples and said, "Here are the rules for today and the next two weeks, cunt. If anyone comes in you are to be very nice to them. If they want to look or better yet touch you then you are to encourage them. If they want one of your great blowjobs or if they want to bend you over the desk and fuck you then you take them into my dad's office and do it in there. You don't say no to anyone unless they try to talk you into going somewhere else. If they try to get you to leave you insist on using my dad's office." "If no one has the balls to take advantage of a cunt dressed like you are then you are to find someone to have sex in some form with. You must have guys hitting on you all the time. They are going to be getting lucky in the next two weeks." He squeezed my nipple hard and asked threateningly, "Aren't they cunt?" The pain in my nipple drove the breath right out of me. I gasped and nodded vigorously. He released my nipple and straightened up. Then he said, "I want you to do two men a day at a minimum, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. If no one else comes in you should at least be able to seduce the guy from the mailroom. Then you only need one more guy. Any questions?" I shook my head. It was even worse than I had feared. I had hoped that they would settle for degrading me with this horrible dress. I couldn't imagine fucking anyone that asked for the next two weeks. There were some guys that worked here that were always hitting on me. I had always responded as if I knew that they were just kidding, but I knew that if I had said yes they would have jumped at the chance. Now I was going to have to say yes. Keary said, "One other thing. The only thing that you can do on your computer for the next two weeks is minimize those pictures, play solitaire or a little typing. Don't shut it off. Those pictures are being transmitted to us at home and we are going to be watching you. He handed me an envelope and said, "Open this just before you leave at five o'clock." Then they left. I watched them leave quietly. I was too shocked to think clearly. I put the envelope he had given me on my desk and stared at it. I knew that it was going to be something bad. Everything he came up with was degrading or humiliating, or painful. In the next hour or so I didn't see anyone. The phone rang a couple of times and I handled the calls in the appropriate manner. Things didn't start going downhill until almost eight thirty. I was working on a few things that were left over from Friday. I had a couple of letters to type and some files that needed something done with them before Mr. Clark returned. I looked up when my office door opened. It had been so quiet in the office that the sudden movement startled me. John, one of the men that have always come by my office to flirt with me stuck his head in the door and started to speak when he noticed my dress. He stopped speaking suddenly and stared. I wanted more than anything to cover my breasts but I knew that Keary would punish me if I did. I saw him swallow with apparent difficulty and then he stepped into my office and closed the door behind him. He leaned against my door and just stared for a very long time. He cleared his throat after a couple of minutes and finally he spoke. "Good morning Gail. I just came by to see if you were lonely with the boss out of town. I have to say, I love your new dress. It is new, isn't it? I'm sure I'd remember if I had seen that before." I had reached a point after being raped steadily for three nights and two days that I could deal with the mental trauma of it. But this, being forced to humiliate myself in front of the people that I work with, being forced to throw myself at them, it was like the first time I was raped all over again. I looked at John and said, "Good morning John." I saw in his face that he heard the nervousness in my voice. Neither of us spoke for a moment. I glanced at my computer and wondered if those four monstrous teens were sitting at home watching me at this moment. I had to assume that they were. I looked back at the look of amazement on John's face as he stared at my all but naked breasts and said nervously, "It is a little quiet in here with Mr. Clark away." He seemed to take that as an invitation. He stepped away from the door and walked over to stand in front of my desk. I watched him as he came closer. He obviously couldn't believe what he was seeing. John was an executive in the sales department. He was in his late forties or early fifties and a little overweight, though he was not an unattractive man. He was married and kept a picture of his wife and his two sons on his desk, as well as pictures of his son's wives and families. It had always bothered me that he had spent so much time flirting with me. Maybe he was just being overly friendly. He didn't ask me out or get fresh or anything. It was just an undercurrent of insidious remarks that were almost, but not quite innocent. And now he was about to "get lucky." I tried to smile at him. It was an uncomfortable, obviously timid smile. I could tell from the stiff way it felt on my face. I returned to the opening he had given me about the dress. "Yes John, this is a new dress. It was a gift. I don't normally wear clothes like this, as you know. My friend thinks that I need to lighten up a little. I'm glad you like it." He nodded and said, "It does seem a little out of character for you." There was a pause and he said, "You have beautiful breasts Gail. They look perfect." I was already blushing. It was so much worse, having to do these things with people that I knew and worked with. I had to fight to keep from crying again. I was terrified of upsetting Keary and getting home to find out that he had invited Jay back over so that he could use that huge cock on me again. I knew that I had to let John have sex with me. In fact, I had to encourage him. It would have been easier if he would just come right out and ask me, or even tell me. But I suppose that he was too afraid of saying something inappropriate and getting in trouble. I pushed my chair back away from my desk and he looked down at my legs. The dress was very short and it had pulled up to just below my crotch when I sat down. I heard him mutter, "Oh my!" under his breath. I tried to keep my voice steady as I said, "It is rather revealing, isn't it? I probably shouldn't dress like this for work but Mr. Clark is out of town and I don't have much to do. I didn't think many people would notice. You really like it?" It looked like sweat was beginning to form on his brow. He stared at my legs now and said, "Jesus yes! I don't know what Clark would have to say about it, but in my opinion you should dress like this every day!" I said, "I had intended to do just that while Mr. Clark is out of town. I'm glad you like it." John walked around my desk and I saw the obvious bulge in the front of his slacks. He stared down at my exposed legs and my exposed breasts and I said, "Well, I can see that you weren't just being polite John." He knew what I was referring to and he smiled when he realized that I was not offended by his erection. I knew that he wasn't going to make the first move, no matter how blatant I was. He was too afraid of losing his job. I reached down and inched my skirt up until my pussy was exposed. It had only just barely been covered anyway, not a lot of inching was required. I heard John expel his breath loudly. He was staring at my slit now and even though I was humiliated at being forced to behave this way in front of him I couldn't help feeling a tingle go through my body as I exposed myself to him. He must have taken my actions as permission. He moved closer to my chair and reached out and cupped one of my breasts through the totally sheer top. His hand felt incredibly hot. He was quiet for a moment and then he said, "I don't get it Gail. This is all totally out of character for you. Why are you behaving like this? Why are you dressing this way? Is someone making you do this?" I wasn't sure how to answer him. He had hit the nail on the head, of course. But how would he react to having his suspicions confirmed. I decided that he would never believe that I was doing this of my own free will. I finally said, "Yes John, someone is making me dress like this. They want me to expose myself to people. I have to do what they tell me. They bought me this dress and made me wear it to work." "They? More than one person? Who are they Gail?" he asked. I answered quietly, "I can't tell you John." He thought over what I had said for a moment and then he moved the hand on my breast to the opposite side. As his hand cupped my other breast he asked, "What about this? Are you also forced to allow men to touch you?" I nodded. "How do you feel about that Gail?" he asked. I took a deep breath. I was beginning to wish that he would just take the hint and get this over with. These questions were just as embarrassing as sitting here all but naked. I finally said, "It doesn't matter how I feel about it. I have to do what I am told." He thought about that for a minute as his hand moved over my breast and then he asked, "Do you have to do what I tell you to do Gail?" This was it, the sixty-four thousand dollar question. I felt myself on the verge of tears and I paused to get it under control. I finally responded, "Yes John. Except that I cannot leave these two offices I have to do what you tell me. This is your chance John. You have wanted to get in my pants since I started working here. Today is your lucky day. And to make it easier for you I'm not even wearing pants." Suddenly he didn't care about why I was doing this or whether or not I was doing it against my will. He smiled and reached down and pulled my skirt up to my waist. He stared at my exposed skin for a moment and said, "I'm sorry for whatever trouble you are in Gail. But this is a dream come true for me. Where do you want to do this? Right here?" I shuddered in revulsion. I didn't want to do this! Damn it, why are men so…oh fuck it anyway! I stood up and said, "Not here. Someone could walk in. Let's go into Mr. Clark's office and lock the door." He followed me into Mr. Clark's office and locked the door behind him. He leaned back against the door and said, "Please take that dress off Gail. I know that it doesn't cover much, but I have dreamed of seeing you naked." I turned my back to him and asked him to unzip my dress. I felt his hands as he fumbled nervously with my zipper and then slowly pulled it all the way down to my waist. When he had it all the way down he dropped his hands and I slid the dress down off of my shoulders and let it slide down my arms. John had already seen my breasts and my pussy. It wasn't like he was going to see me now for the first time. But still, the idea of stripping for him was making me sick to my stomach. I tried not to let it show but he knew that I was not doing this of my own free will. I pushed the dress down over my hips and stepped out of it. I dropped it on a nearby chair and then I turned around to face John. If I hadn't been so upset by having to do this I would have been reassured by the look on his face. It was apparent that he loved what he saw. He reached out and pulled me closer and his hands explored my body freely now. Before long he bent down and took one of my nipples into his mouth and his hand moved down and cupped my pussy. I knew that I was wet. I hated to think what he must think of me as his fingers entered me and my body's obvious reaction became apparent to him. He kept his fingers inside of me while he straightened up and looked into my eyes. He said, "I never would have thought you were like this Gail. I thought you were a nice girl, but as uptight as they come." He chuckled then and said, "But then, you don't want to do this do you? You are still the kind of girl that wears pantsuits and dresses that come down to below your knee. This is tearing you up inside, isn't it?" I nodded and I could no longer control it. My eyes filled with tears and they began to run slowly down my cheeks. He watched them roll down and fall onto my breasts and far from feeling sympathy he grinned and said, "I don't believe that I have ever been this excited before in my entire life. I have never had an attractive young woman so much under my control. You have to do this until Clark gets back, don't you?" I nodded. He asked, "And I can come in here as often as I want until then and you will let me fuck you?" I nodded again. He smiled and asked, "Do you suck cocks too Gail?" I nodded. He finally pulled his fingers out of me and asked, "It isn't just me, is it? You have to fuck anyone that asks you. Don't you?" I groaned in dismay. He was learning just how much power he had over me now and it was obvious that he had every intention of taking advantage of me as often as possible until Mr. Clark returned. I said, "Yes John. I have to submit to anyone that comes in here and wants me." He smiled and said, "You know that is going to get around. It would, even if I didn't tell anyone. But I intend to tell a few men that I know will enjoy getting to know you a lot better. You don't mind do you?" I looked at him. I realized he was being facetious. I answered sarcastically, "Christ no John. Tell everybody." He just smiled and said, "I just might do that. Now get down on your knees, ice queen." I dropped to my knees as he unfastened his belt and opened his pants. He slid his pants and his shorts down and his large, hard cock sprang free. He sat down in the large leather chair nearby and spread his legs. He smiled down at me and said, "Let's see how good a frigid young girl like you can suck a cock." I moved between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. I slid my lips down his hard shaft and when the head of his cock slipped into my throat his body went rigid and he exclaimed, "Son of a bitch!" Then, breathlessly he said, "I never would have thought you could do that! Jesus Gail! Somebody just taught you that didn't they?" I mumbled an affirmative around the cock in my mouth and he said, "I would love to find out who they are so that I can thank them. Fuck me! This is the best fucking blowjob I have ever had. And I have to say, you look beautiful with a cock in your mouth." I wanted to yell at him to shut up and get this over with but I just kept taking him into my throat. I teased his balls with my fingers, doing everything I could to hurry this up. It worked perfectly. He came in less than five minutes. His body went rigid again and he held my head and filled my mouth with cum. When he was finished I sat up and swallowed while he stared at me in obvious wonder." He reached out and began teasing my breast again as he stared at my tear stained face. He smiled smugly and said, "I might have felt sorrier for you if you weren't such a frigid bitch Gail." I looked him in the eyes and exclaimed, "I was always nice to you John!" He smiled and said, "You could have been nicer. This was pretty damned nice. It didn't kill you to suck me off did it?" I saw no point in going on in this vein. He was thinking with his cock and we both realized it. I slumped in front of him and he saw that I was giving in. He stared at my body for a few more minutes and then he looked at his watch. He said, "I have a little more time. Get me hard again so I can fuck you." I sighed loudly. But there was never any question that I was going to obey him. I leaned down and took his cock back into my mouth. A few drops of cum had oozed out of him and were coating the head of his soft cock. I tasted them for a second but then there was just the taste of his cock in my mouth as I started sucking his soft cock. It didn't take long. I was surprised. I thought that men his age needed a lot more recovery time. Maybe he was inspired by his sexual dreams coming true. His cock got hard quickly and he let me suck it for a few minutes before he pushed me away and stood up. When I got up he turned me and sat me down in the chair he had just gotten out of. He pulled my butt towards the edge of the cushion and draped my legs over his shoulders. He stared down at my slit and said with a touch of awe in his voice, "I never thought I would ever see that heavenly pussy of yours Gail. I certainly never thought I'd ever get to fuck you. It's going to be a long two weeks girl. I'm going to be spending a lot of time in here." I had nothing to say to that. I just looked up at him and waited. I didn't have to wait long. He started sliding his hard cock through my damp slit and then he said, "Put it in for me Gail. I want to watch you putting my cock into that hot little hole of yours. I hope that whoever is making you do this hasn't stretched you out too much. This is a fucking dream come true." I reached down and grasped his cock. He shivered as my fingers wrapped around it and he watched me place the head of it at the entrance to my pussy. He took his time. When I took my hand away he didn't move at first. He stared down at the place where our bodies came together and then, after a long pause he slowly started to enter me. As his cock slid deeper and deeper into my opening I heard his breath catching. He moaned and said, "Oh my god! That feels so fucking hot! Oh baby, your cunt is so god damned tight! It's like a fucking fist gripping my cock. I don't know if two weeks is going to be long enough sweet cheeks. It is going to be hard to give up this feeling." He had finally buried his cock in me to the hilt and he ground his pubic bone against mine. He took long, slow strokes for a while, just enjoying the sensations that my pussy was giving him, not really fucking me so much as exploring my pussy with his cock. As he did that he moved his hands over my breasts. His fingers began to tease my nipples, gently squeezing and pulling and the sensations, in conjunction with the surprisingly pleasant sensations in my pussy, were starting to get to me. When I realized it I was horrified. Surely I was not getting aroused by this rape. It was the gentlest rape I had experienced so far but it was rape none the less. I closed my eyes and tried to fight it but I felt myself getting more and more turned on as John started to pick up speed. I think he could see that it was getting to me and it seemed to excite him even more. He started moving faster and at the bottom of each stroke his pubic bone would grind against mine, stimulating my clit and making it impossible for me to remain passive. I started moaning and my hands came up of their own volition and began to caress his face and neck as he fucked me faster and faster. I hated it that I couldn't resist, but god it felt good! I finally surrendered to the sensations and I came just before he did. My pussy gripped his cock firmly and he swore and tensed up and filled me with his cum as he continued to grind his pubic bone against my pussy. He stayed inside of me and stared down at my body as his cock went soft inside of me. He saw me looking up at him and he realized how embarrassed I was that I had lost control. He smiled and said, "Maybe you aren't an ice queen after all. That wasn't so bad was it?" I sighed deeply and thought about how to answer him. He was still kneeling with his cock in my pussy and my legs over his shoulders. His hands were toying absently with my breasts and I had just had a great orgasm. I didn't know what Keary would want me to say. I finally said, "No John. It wasn't so bad. I had an orgasm. But we both know that it was against my will. I am doing this because I have no choice. But then, that turns you on, doesn't it?" He grinned and said, "Yeah, I'm afraid it does sweet cheeks. You are a great cocksucker and a fantastic fuck. What about your ass? Can I fuck your ass?" I sighed and said, "I have to let you if you want to." He said, "Why?" I could only say, "Because the people that are making me do this haven't given me a choice. I have to do what you tell me." He said, "But not just me, right? You have to do what anyone tells you for the next two weeks?" I nodded. He already knew that. It just felt an awful lot like I was signing my own death warrant. I was telling this horny old man that I would let anyone come into my office and order me to have sex. There was no way he was going to keep that to himself. He was enjoying this situation too much to keep it to himself. He thought for a moment and asked, "Why do you have to do it all here? Why can't I take you to a motel room or to your place?" I said, "Those are the orders that I was given." I knew that if I revealed the fact that there were cameras all around capturing our every move then Keary would see to it that I had another date with Jay. John finally pulled his soft cock out of me. He gently lowered my legs to the floor and looked around for something to clean himself off with. I was watching him and I knew it the minute that the solution occurred to him. He smiled and said, "I can't put my pants back on like this." I knew where this was going and I didn't fight it. It didn't matter anymore. I dropped to my knees and bent down to lick and suck his cock and balls clean. As I worked on his slimy sex organs he ran his hand over my back and sighed in pleasure. When I had cleaned him up he went over and picked up his pants. I went over to Mr. Clark's desk and used some tissue to clean myself before putting my dress back on. John watched me as I wiped my pussy and continued to watch as I put my dress back on. He was at least nice enough to turn me and zip my dress back up. He turned me back around and stared at me in my dress for a moment and said, "I have to tell you Gail, that was the best fuck I've had in years. I am going to try to get back in here this afternoon. If I can't I'll see you tomorrow." I had nothing to say to that. I watched him unlock the door and leave and I wondered who he was going to tell. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that nearly an hour had passed since he first entered my office. I may have destroyed my reputation here, but I had certainly satisfied Keary's requirements. I wondered if they had been watching. I wondered if they had recorded it. I wondered what kind of life I would have when Mr. Clark returned. I made a quick trip to the ladies room and freshened up. On the way back to my office I looked into the break room and saw that it was empty. I hurried in and got a cup of coffee and then rushed back to my office. It wasn't long before I found out who John had spread the glad tidings to. It was less than half an hour before my door opened and Chuck came in. He stepped inside my office and saw the way that I was dressed and said, "Well I'll be damned. I thought sure he was pulling my leg!" There was no doubt in my mind how this was going to end. Chuck knew the minute he saw me in this slutty dress that John had been telling the truth. He stared at my exposed breasts for a moment and then he said, "Just so there are no misunderstanding, John said that if I came in here and started telling you to…do certain things, you would do anything that I wanted. Is that right?" I nodded despondently. He asked, "And nobody gets in trouble later?" I said, "No Chuck. You won't get in any trouble." Chuck was younger than John. I didn't know much about him. I didn't even know if he was married. He didn't wear a ring and he didn't have any personal pictures in his office. He was in his early forties and starting to go bald. He was tall and skinny and quiet. For some reason he had always kind of given me the creeps. But there isn't anything that I could point to and say that was what bothered me about him. He was not one of the men that flirted with me and tried constantly to get in my pants. He stared at me whenever I was around his office. But he never said much beyond hello to me. He grinned and I think that it was the first time I had ever seen him smile. It was not a friendly smile though. In fact, it was kind of sinister. I shivered as he came further into my office and walked around my desk. He stood beside my chair and looked down at me. Then he said, "Push your chair back and pull your dress up. I want to see your cunt. John said he just fucked the hell out of you." He chuckled and said, "I want to make sure you are okay." I was touched by his concern. I'm sure he had nothing but my best interests at heart. The horny asshole! I pushed my chair away from my desk and turned to face him. He stood in front of me smiling down and enjoying the view as I pulled my dress up and exposed myself to him. He stood there staring for a moment before he said, "Spread your legs. I want a better look." After I spread my legs he leaned over and then he said, "Use your fingers. Open it up for me. I want to make sure it's nice and clean. I don't want to fuck a dirty cunt." The arrogant bastard! I wanted to slap him so badly. Instead I remained expressionless and spread my legs as far as the arms of my chair would permit. He squatted down in front of me and shook his head. He said, "That is one fine looking pussy. If you hadn't just gotten fucked I would have my mouth all over that thing. I'm going to have to get in here early some morning and be first in line. From what John says I expect that you are going to be pretty popular in the next couple of weeks. Now get up and let's go into Clark's office." I brought my knees together and got to my feet. Chuck took my arm and led me into the back office and then he closed and locked the door. He ordered me to strip and he pulled his pants and shorts off. We finished undressing at about the same time and Chuck moved behind me and nestled his cock against my ass while he reached around and toyed roughly with my breasts. When he was finished groping me he let me go and sat down. He spread his legs and I got a good look at his cock for the first time. It was just like him, long and skinny. It was nearly as long as Jay's monster cock, but I doubt if it was half as big around. I nervously took it into my mouth and began working up to taking it into my throat. I had already gotten warmed up with John and once I have done it with someone the next time is usually easier. Still, I was nervous about the length of Chuck's cock. I finally worked my lips down to about the halfway point on his shaft and the head of his cock was at the entrance to my throat. I moved back up and then on the next down stroke I took the head into my throat and slowly continued to move down until my lips were at the base of his cock. Chuck loved it. He went nuts when he saw his entire cock buried in my mouth and throat. John had told him that I could do it, but I guess he was doubtful considering the length of his cock. I was surprised myself. It felt really strange, but it didn't hurt. So I guess the problem with Jay's horse cock is not the length but the girth. Chuck's cock wasn't much bigger around than my thumb. Chuck watched me work on his cock for a few minutes but he didn't cum in my mouth. He pushed me away and ordered me to get down on my hands and knees. As soon as I was in position he got behind me and began fucking me very violently from behind. If he had slowed down a little it might have been much more enjoyable. His cock felt nice inside of me but the violent pounding I was taking was unpleasant. I noticed to that he was eerily silent. He didn't talk, he didn't moan or groan, he didn't grunt, he didn't swear. Except for the sound of flesh slapping flesh he was completely quiet. He came, after what seemed like a very long time, but I had not gotten even close. I was just waiting for it to end. After he shot his cum into me he pulled out and knelt behind me waiting. I guess John had told him that I could be made to clean up the mess he made. I turned around and sucked him clean. I licked his balls and when his crotch was clean I got up and went over to the tissue box and cleaned myself. Chuck got dressed and left without saying a word. He is still a very strange man. When he was gone I put my dress on and went to the ladies room and freshened up again. I couldn't keep walking around in the hallway dressed the way that I had to dress for the next two weeks. I would have to bring something to work tomorrow that I could use to clean myself up without leaving the office after each rape. After I freshened up I stopped in the break room and got a bottle of water and hurried back to my office. I sat at my desk for a moment and composed myself and then I got back to work. I found that I was becoming very sensitive to sounds. I was afraid that every sound that I heard would indicate some man coming to use my body. I heard sounds that I never noticed before. Thankfully, I was left alone to recuperate until lunch time. At a little after twelve I heard footsteps outside and I knew that my rest was over. My door opened and John peeked in. He saw that I was alone and he pushed the door open and stepped in. He was followed immediately by Chuck and three other men. I had just gotten to where I thought I could handle them one at a time. This was only the first day. I was not happy with the way that this was turning out. These guys were going to make this an impossible situation. The first two men to follow John and Chuck into my office were the two guys in charge of R&D, Brad and Darryl. Brad was in his early sixties and counting down the days to retirement. He had always treated me like a surrogate father. He was always nice and always proper and I always thought of him as a good friend. Darryl was slated to be his replacement. He was in his early fifties and was always all business. He didn't laugh or joke. He was never rude, but he came across as being very aloof. I had always felt a little bit intimidated by him. The last man that entered my office was Jacob. Jacob was the very large young black man that worked on the loading dock. He had only worked here for a few months and I barely knew him at all. On the rare occasions that I had met him he had been quiet and shy and my impression was that he was a sweet young guy, not much older than me. I would guess he was about twenty-five or twenty-six. They saw the look of near panic on my face as they came in and shut my office door. Chuck said, "Calm down Gail. We have talked it over and decided that we aren't going to tell anyone else about you. If anyone else comes in and takes advantage of you it will be because of the way that you are dressed, not because of anything that we say. We thought it would be nice if we got together for a little party at lunch time and we invited Jacob because he is such a hard worker and we want to reward him for his efforts. Well, that and we suspect that he is very well hung and we would like to see you getting fucked by a big black cock." Chuck came around my desk and helped me to my feet and we all went into Mr. Clark's office. As soon as the door was closed and locked he removed my dress and tossed it over onto Mr. Clark's desk. When I was naked he pushed me over to Brad and as Brad and Darryl began exploring my body Jacob stood nearby staring in awe while John and Chuck took seats nearby to enjoy the show. For a few minutes I had hands and fingers everywhere. I was shocked at Brad. He saw my reaction and he smiled and said, "You can't blame me Gail. You are a sexy young girl and at my age your youth is like an aphrodisiac. I would never have presumed to make a pass at you. But when you were offered to me I could not resist. This is an opportunity that a man my age seldom gets and I am afraid that I have to take advantage of it." They handed me off to Jacob then and as they undressed Jacob took me in his arms. He kissed me like a long lost lover. It was a very passionate kiss. I didn't so much return his kiss as permit it. As we kissed his large, rough hands were all over me. If his large, fat fingers were anything to go by I was sure that he had a large cock. I hoped that it wouldn't be anything like that huge appendage that Jay had attacked me with. Unlike John and Chuck earlier in the day, Brad and Darryl undressed completely. They took possession of me again and I was soon on my knees as they alternated forcing their cocks into my mouth. Brad was just as virile and just as hard as his younger co-workers. I began taking them both into my throat for a minute or two each before I was passed to the next man. As I sucked their cocks I could hear Jacob undressing behind me. When Jacob joined the other two men and I saw his cock for the first time it was a relief. His cock was large and impressive, but not anything like Jay's. It wasn't as long as Chuck's long skinny cock and it wasn't as thick as one of the larger cocks I had been forced to service in the van when the Clark kids had taken me shopping for these slut clothes at the Salvation Army Store. I realized that I could take it without hurting myself. They started including Jacob in the rotation and they watch in amusement as I took his large black cock into my mouth and down my throat. It was immediately obvious that Jacob worked hard and that he worked outside in the heat. Unlike the other four who sat at a desk and worked in air conditioned offices, Jacob had a strong odor of sweat emanating from his crotch. He didn't smell sour, like someone who hadn't bathed recently, just ripe and sweaty. So I was a little put out when he held his cock up out of the way and ordered me to lick his balls on his next turn in my mouth. I held my breath and licked his balls and then took each of them into my mouth for a moment. It didn't last very long though. I was soon pulled away and Brad said, "That's enough fucking foreplay. I have to get some of that sweet young pussy before I die of old age." I was pushed to my hands and knees and Brad got behind me. He pushed down on my back and worked his cock into my moist pussy very quickly. As soon as he had started to fuck me from behind, Darryl got to his knees in front of me and I began sucking him off. As I worked to get him off as quickly as possible my mind started to wander. It was only Monday. Last Friday at this time I had not had sex in three years. Since last Friday evening I had been getting raped almost constantly. Now, in the evening and on weekends I was a sex toy to four kids. And during the workday I was a sex toy to four old men and a young black man. Could I stand having sex with nine different people every day? I realized though that nine people was a conservative estimate. Even if no one else here at the office became involved, Keary would see to it that there were plenty of others that had access to my body when I got home at night. If no one else there were his two friends, Dale and Jimmy. I prayed that he would not include Jay in the festivities. If Jay did come over again he would probably have his friend Lyle with him. When the beer was gone I would have to service that old man at the liquor store again. The number of people who would be permitted to have sex with me until Mr. Clark got home and this all came to an end was incalculable. And I had promised to do anything and everything that Keary ordered if he would just keep Jay off of me. In return, Keary had promised that he would make it as unpleasant as he could. I was forced to return my attention to the cocks that were pistoning in and out of my body. Darryl had grabbed a couple of handfuls of my hair and he was fucking my throat violently. I could tell that he was about to cum and I was thankful that it was about to end because he was really hurting me. He finally thrust one last violent time and left his cock buried in my throat as he shot his slimy cum into me. He held my face tight to his stomach as he started to go soft and I struggled to breathe around it while Brad began to speed up. I had been aware of him back there of course, but I had disassociated myself from what was happening to me and I wasn't turned on in the least by his fucking. It didn't hurt though and I was grateful for that. I was even more grateful when he suddenly tensed up and came inside of me. After Brad came and pulled out of my pussy, Darryl let my head go and Chuck ordered me to clean Brad's cock and balls. I had almost forgotten about John and Chuck. I wondered if I was going to have to satisfy them again too. I suppose that since they had not just sent Brad, Darryl and Jacob to see me but had come along to enjoy the show that they would be turned on and need to be serviced again. I was getting so used to sucking on slimy cocks and balls by now that it hardly bothered me at all. I turned around and cleaned Brad and then he and Darryl stood up and sat with John and Chuck to watch me getting raped by Jacob. Jacob stepped closer and his long, black cock was hard and throbbing. It was covered in the lube that was oozing out of the end and he rested the head of his cock on my lips and waited. I started sucking him again but he didn't want to cum in my mouth. After a few minutes he pushed my head away and ordered me onto my back. I stretched out on the carpet and he was on top of me instantly. I grunted as he entered me. He had forced himself into me so forcefully that he almost knocked the wind out of me. His pubic bone pounded into me as he began to fuck me violently. As he fucked me he wrapped his arms around me and rested much of his large body on mine. He held me tight and nuzzled my face and as he raped me he whispered in my ear. He said things like, "You are my first white pussy baby. You are the first broad that ever took my cock in her throat too. I can see where I ain't gonna get much work done for the next two weeks. I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass every chance I get. When this is all over you are gonna remember me for the rest of your life." I wasn't looking forward to it, but he was giving himself entirely too much credit. If there was any cock that was going to traumatize me for the rest of my life it was Jay's. I didn't say anything of course. I just lay under him, grunting with each stroke as he kept up his line of degrading chatter. He had a nice enough cock but he had no style at all and he really wasn't a very good fuck. When I realized what I was thinking I was shocked at myself. But it was true. He was just a big, black battering ram down there. He wasn't really fucking me. He was using my pussy to masturbate with. It wasn't pleasant at all. Just the opposite, it was painful, and the way he rested his weight on my body was making it difficult for me to breathe. Thankfully he didn't last long. He came just as violently as he fucked and then he rolled off of me and gasped for breath. I was covered in sweat and the cool air coming from the ceiling vents blew across my body and chilled me as I struggled to get to my knees and clean his slimy cock and balls. After I cleaned Jacob I sat up and saw that John and Chuck both had their cocks out and just as I suspected, I was going to have to service them. They had both enjoyed the sex show though and it didn't take me long to suck them both off. I finally finished getting all five men off and stood up. I looked down at myself. I was a mess. I had cum running down my thighs and I was covered in sweat and I stank. I didn't want to put my dress on like this. Brad saw my consternation and he said, "Wait right there Gail. Don't get dressed." He left and was back in a minute with a lab coat. He grabbed my dress and said, "Follow me." He looked first to make sure that no one was in the hall and then he led me down two doors to his lab. His two lab assistants were out to lunch. Brad hustled me into the shower in the small corner room that was there in case of an accident in the lab. I showered quickly and when I was done he tossed me a towel. I dried off and dressed and went back to my office to look for my shoes. As I was getting my shoes on I realized something. I had spent so much time in this dress, and out of it, today that I was starting to feel dressed when I had it on. Of course, that would probably change if someone came into my office. Then it would be embarrassing all over again. I was left alone for almost the entire rest of the day. Jacob came back in at four o'clock and I was forced to suck his cock, to completion this time. It was over quickly and he wasn't so violent this time. He let me work at my own pace. He made sure that I didn't take his cum down my throat. He wanted to cum in my mouth. But a mouthful of cum no longer had the power to traumatize me. He left and I was left alone until the office closed at five. All day long I had been looking at the envelope that Keary had left me to be opened at five o'clock and wondering what it contained. I knew that whatever it was I wasn't going to like it. Now it was time and I opened the envelope and took out the paper inside. I had assumed that Keary would pick me up and drive me home. I had been wrong. The instructions in the envelope were directions to get home on the bus. They told me what bus stop to go to in order to catch the right bus and where I had to get off to transfer to the bus that dropped me off near the Clark house. I was ordered to make sure that as long as I was on the bus the vest was pushed to the side exposing at least one of my breasts. I was also told that I was not to object to anything that was said or done to me until I arrived home. I didn't know how he expected to enforce these orders. I suppose he could have someone watching me. But unless I saw someone watching that I thought might be reporting back to Keary I had no intention of exposing myself on a city bus or allowing complete strangers to molest me. Besides, I thought that the chance of that happening were pretty slim anyway. I had never ridden the bus, but I was sure that they weren't hotbeds of depravity. I put my vest back on and picked up my purse. I waited until ten after five and checked to make sure that everyone was gone. I locked the building and walked two blocks to the bus stop. I waited for the bus that Keary's instructions ordered me to take and when it arrived I paid the driver and obtained a transfer. I found a seat near the back of the bus and sat down and stared out of the window, watching for the stop where I was supposed to transfer. It was rush hour and contrary to what I had heard in the news, the bus was pretty crowded. They were always complaining on the local news that people didn't ride the busses but it seemed like a lot of people to me. I had attracted a little attention when I boarded the bus in my sexy dress but everyone had ignored me once I sat down. The constant stopping and starting was annoying, but before very long my mind just kind of went blank and I was able to stop thinking about how many men had raped me today and the destruction of my good reputation. Not to mention the fear over how many cocks I would be forced to service this evening. I felt someone sit down in the seat beside me but I continued to stare out of the window and I totally ignored him. That is I ignored him until I felt the hand on my upper thigh. I gasped and wheeled around to find Keary sitting beside me with a stern look on his face. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. I saw two young men in the seat across the aisle from us and they had noticed. But no one else was paying us any attention. Keary said, "I see you have chosen to disobey me." I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. Not until he glanced down at my boobs which were just barely covered by the vest. I turned white. I stuttered mindlessly and then I said, "It was pulled back Keary, honest! It slipped back into place. I wasn't paying attention. Everyone was ignoring me." He just looked disappointed and then he said, "I thought I could trust you Gail. You let me down. You gave me your word that you would obey every order. Now you have to be punished." I sobbed quietly. I pleaded in a whisper, "No, please Keary. I did everything you wanted all day long. I have had a terrible day. Oh god, it just slipped! Please don't punish me." He slid his hand up a little more, exposing my pussy. Then he said, "Leave that there and hand me your vest." I slipped the vest off and handed it to him. I was now all but topless on a public bus. The two young men across the aisle were still watching and they were enjoying the show more and more. But no one else seemed to notice until we got to the next bus stop and several more people got on. They made their way towards the back of the bus and as they passed me their eyes all locked on my exposed flesh. I heard excited whispering as people of all descriptions paused and then passed by to allow more room for others that were getting on the bus. We still had a few miles before we got to our stop. But Keary leaned over and whispered, "Don't you fucking move cunt." He stood up and stood behind me, leaving the seat beside me vacant. A middle aged woman made her way down the aisle and started to sit down. She spotted my exposed pussy and saw that my breasts were plainly visible through my sheer top and she changed her mind and hissed, "Slut!" at me and made her way farther back in the bus. A young man in his late twenties came up behind her and took the seat beside me. He hadn't been paying any attention when he sat down. As soon as he sat down though, he couldn't help but see my exposed slit and my bare breasts. He did a double take and then tore his eyes away from my tits to look me in the eye. He smiled and said, "I love your dress!" I didn't know what to say. I thanked him quietly and then turned back to the window. The bus started up again and the young man beside me asked, "I haven't seen you on here before. I know I'd remember that. Are you new around here?" I shook my head and said, "No, I wasn't able to drive to work today." He asked, "Do you always dress this way? I REALLY love that dress." I glanced up at Keary and he was grinning at my discomfort. I sighed and said, "I have been dressing a lot more sexily lately. People seemed to think that I was much too conservative." He was staring right in my eyes as his hand edged over and came to rest on my thigh. I didn't react at all and after a pause he said, "You are very beautiful. Do you mind?" I just shook my head. It was what Keary wanted. I could only hope that this was the punishment that he had in mind for me. The stranger worked his hand quickly up my thigh until his finger was resting on my slit. His grin grew even wider as I continued to sit there and permit him every liberty. I felt one of his fingers enter me and even then I didn't balk. That was all the permission he needed. He put his other arm around my shoulder and his hand came to rest on my tit. He casually squeezed and pulled on it while his finger explored my pussy right there on a city bus in front of a growing crowd of onlookers. He played with my body for several minutes and then he asked me where I was getting off of the bus. I told him and he said, "Why don't you stay on and come home with me." I didn't know what to say at first, but then I realized that it wasn't up to me. I said, "It isn't up to me. You'll have to ask the guy standing behind you." That through him off balance! He glanced back and saw Keary watching closely. He jerked his hands away from me and said, "Shit! I thought you were alone!" Then he turned to Keary and quietly said, "Sorry man, I didn't know she was with anyone." Keary smiled ingratiatingly and said, "That's okay man. I like watching guys play with her. If we didn't have plans I might even have let her go home with you." He stared at Keary with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. That was as far as it went though. We had finally reached our stop. I got to my feet when the bus stopped and the young man helped me out into the aisle with his hand on my ass. I struggled through the growing crowd and gasped in relief as I stepped out into the fresh evening air. I stood beside Keary waiting for our connection and after several minutes of silence I said, "Keary please. It wasn't my fault. Nobody was looking and I didn't even notice that my tit was covered again." It was degrading having to beg this sixteen year old kid not to punish me. It was degrading to know that my future was in his hands. But I was terrified of what he might do. For the moment though, all that he did was ignore me. It was probably ten minutes before our bus came. We stood near each other but not talking and I suppose that if anyone paid any attention they would not have known that we were together. I don't mean to suggest that I was not attracting attention. My dress only just barely covered my ass and my pussy and it didn't really cover my tits at all. There was cloth over them, but it was so sheer that it might as well not have been there. People were definitely looking. Men, women, children, they were all looking. But they didn't approach me. When our bus finally arrived I got on and handed my transfer to the driver. He did a double take and grinned, but he didn't say anything. I moved to the back of the bus until I found a seat. Keary moved past and sat in the seat behind me. The woman behind Keary saw the way I was dressed and kept moving. For some reason women didn't find my manner of dress quite as amusing as the men seemed to. The next man to come down the aisle was a very large older man who really needed a seat all to himself. He must have weighed well over three hundred pounds. He was flabby and sweaty and he was breathing hard. He stopped and looked down at me and then he looked around. Finally he sat down after staring at my exposed flesh for a few minutes he said, "Hi. My name is Larry." I looked up at him and thought, "We don't have to be friends damn it. Just feel me up and let's get this over with." But I said, "Hello Larry. My name is Gail." He was quiet for a moment and then he said, "I don't take the bus very often. My car broke down this weekend. But if you are on here every day I think I won't bother to get my car fixed." I smiled at him and said, "I'm afraid not Larry. I am here because I didn't have the use of my car today either." We made small talk for a little while, just as if I had clothes on. His obesity was a shame, because he was really a nice person. He was funny and intelligent. He didn't avoid looking at my exposed flesh but he didn't comment on it and he never once tried to touch me. After we had been talking for a while he asked, "Aren't you taking a big chance riding the bus in that dress?" I nodded and said, "Yes, I don't know what I was thinking." He smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I think you are beautiful. But a pretty girl like you could get in trouble dressed like that." I thanked him for his concern and we talked about other things until we got to my stop. I stood up and told him that I had enjoyed talking to him. To be honest, I had. He had been very nice. We said goodbye and I got off of the bus with Keary. Only one other person got off with us and they went off in the opposite direction as we started off down the sidewalk towards Keary's house. He hadn't said a word in a long time and he had never said whether or not he bought my explanation for not having my breasts uncovered on the bus. The Clark house was about a half a mile from the bus stop. We got to the house at a little after six. Keary ordered me to get naked and fix supper. Then he went out by the pool to join the other three. I took my dress off and made supper as ordered. When it was on the table I called the four Clark monsters in to eat. I hadn't eaten all day but I still didn't know if Keary was going to punish me and I was too scared to eat much. I picked at my food and finally I just sat there and waited for everyone to finish so that I could clean up. Once I had the dishwasher going and everything cleaned up and put away I went out to the patio and asked if anyone wanted anything. Keary smiled and said, "Yes Gail. Come out here please." He was being much too polite. I knew something was up. I felt my knees go weak as I walked over to where he was sitting. When I was standing in front of him he stood up and pulled me over to a weight bench that they must have brought out from the garage while I was making dinner. I saw the ropes attached to the four legs and I knew I was in trouble. I turned to Keary and started to beg him not to do this. I didn't even know what was going to happen. I just knew that it was going to be awful. I tried again to tell him that I had obeyed his orders but he said, "Don't lie to me Gail. I'm not stupid. You figured that no one would see you on that bus and I wouldn't find out that you had disobeyed me. Sit down on the bench." I was crying now. I was terrified by this mean, crazy, cruel kid. I started to beg him one last time but he slapped me. I was crying so hard that I hadn't even seen it coming and I fell back onto the weight bench when he hit me. I cried out in pain. He had hit me pretty hard. But I wasn't crying because of the pain. It was the fear. Keary pushed me back onto the bench. Kevin came over and together they tied me down on my back on the bench. When they were satisfied that I was helpless they went back over to the table and sat down and ignored me. I preferred being ignored to being tormented but I was terrified of what was to come. The suspense was almost as bad as the torment. Or at least I thought that it was. I was about to find out just how wrong I was about that. The side gate opened and I heard someone coming into the yard. I was afraid to look. I lay there, helpless with my eyes closed until I felt something cold on my face. I opened my eyes and saw a large German shepherd standing there just before he started licking my face. I cried out and turned my face away and I saw Kyra standing nearby with her camera up to her face and recording. It was starting. And then I remembered what Jay had said when he was here. He had offered to let me suck off his dog if I didn't want to let him fuck my throat. I looked around and there he was, standing nearby and smiling down at me. Jay! Keary got up and came over and said, "Gail, I told you that if you disobeyed me that you would be punished." He looked up at Jay and said, "Go ahead man. You can fuck her afterwards." Then he started to back away. I screamed, "NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!" Keary came back over and leaned down and said, "After tonight, you stupid cunt, you will never disobey another order." He straightened up and stepped back and Jay came closer. He stood over me and looked down at me, grinning like an idiot. He reached down and pulled another piece of rope out from under the bench and began to weave it into my hair. When he was done my head was pointing down at the ground and I was unable to move. It was pulled back so far that I was unable to close my mouth all of the way. Jay reached down and jammed a couple of fingers into my pussy. I was dry as a bone. I didn't think I could possibly get wet under these circumstances but he started playing with my clit and moving his fingers in and out of me and my pussy began to lubricate. When his fingers were wet with my juices he began spreading them around my face. He kept dipping his fingers into me and spreading my juices all over my face, my lips, my cheeks, my nose, even my eyes. I couldn't move. I did the only thing that I could do. I cried. When Jay was satisfied he called his dog over. As soon as he got close enough to smell my face he started getting agitated. Jay pulled him closer and he started licking my face and prancing around and whining. I heard Kyra say, "God damn! Look at that! He wants to fuck the slut! Look, his cock is starting to grow." The damned thing was slobbering all over my face. He was even forcing his tongue into my mouth. I wanted to vomit but all I could do was cry. I heard Jay ask, "Okay Kyra, are you ready?" I didn't hear the response. I just felt the dog being pulled up over my body. He continued to lick me as Jay pulled him over me. His snout was right over my unprotected pussy when I felt his cock touch my face. I opened my eyes for a few seconds. I saw about an inch and a half of his cock sticking out of his hairy sheath. His haunches were already humping and his cock was hitting my face wildly. The dog's cock wasn't that big but the very idea of what they were making me do was just disgusting beyond belief. Jay started guiding his dog and just before that ugly pink cock entered my mouth I felt a spurt of some warm liquid hit my face. Then the dog's cock was in my mouth. As soon as he felt my mouth around him he started humping wildly. Two things happened immediately that I was not expecting. The first was that more of that hot liquid started squirting out of the dog's cock in a steady stream. It was like he was peeing, but it wasn't urine. The second thing is that the dog's cock began to grow at an amazing speed. As it grew he was fucking my mouth violently and I felt something begin to bang into my lips. I had shut my eyes but I opened them for a second and saw that a large knot was forming at the end of the dog's cock and at the end of every stroke that knot was slamming into my lips. To make matters worse that liquid was shooting out of his cock and filling my mouth and coming out and running down my face. It began to get into my upturned nose and I was afraid that I was going to suffocate. I had no choice but to start swallowing. I thought that was as bad as it could get. I was wrong. Suddenly that large knot slipped in past my teeth and filled my mouth. The dog's cock had grown to seven or eight inches of fat cock and now several inches of it were down my throat. As soon as his knot entered my mouth the dog stopped stroking and just rested on top of me and shivered as if he were cold or scared. But he was still shooting that liquid out of his cock. If felt it streaming into my throat and I finally realized what it was, he was cumming in my throat! I lay there in shock. I was having difficulty breathing and I was more humiliated than I ever thought possible. That stream continued to flow down my throat and into my stomach for a very long time. I can't say how long. Time seems to stand still when a dog is raping your mouth. He was a large and very heavy dog and he was resting all of his weight on my chest and stomach. On top of everything else I felt like I was suffocating. He was lying on top of me and whining occasionally. Every once in a while he would lick my pussy or my thigh but seemingly without intent. It was as if he didn't even know that he was doing it. His concentration was centered on what he was doing in my mouth. It was a very long time later when I realized that the flow of dog cum down my throat had stopped. He began to struggle to get off of me. My jaw was stretched to the limit and when he finally managed to extricate himself it hurt like hell, but I was so fucking grateful! He moved off of me and then came around and licked my face again for a minute. Then he went over into a dark corner and began to lick himself. Kyra came in for some close-ups and Jay was standing over me smiling. When Kyra moved back, Jay said, "Now it's my turn bitch. I'm a little disappointed. Keary said I couldn't fuck your ass or your throat this time. I really wanted to fuck your ass. I've never been able to get a girl to let me do that. But he promised me that the next time you fuck up I can fuck all three holes. I got eleven more days bitch. I am pretty damned sure I'm going to get to fuck your tight ass." I had been crying hysterically since the dog got off of me. Now, as Jay started untying me from the bench I called out to Keary. "Keary! Please! Oh god please don't let him do this! Oh Jesus! It hurts so bad. I can't take it Keary! Oh please, I'm sorry. God I'm so sorry. It hurts so bad when he fucks me. He's too big!" I was so scared that I had forgotten all about the horrible taste in my mouth and what had caused it. Keary got up and came over as Jay rolled me off of the bench and onto my back in the grass. He called Jay over and they had a whispered conversation. Then Jay came back and knelt between my legs. Keary came over and stood by my head and said, "I asked him to take it easy on you this time. But the next time he is going to fuck the hell out of all three holes, and that's a promise bitch." I hated myself for doing it, but I simpered, "Thank you Keary. Thank you so much. I'll be good. I'll do everything you want, I promise." Jay's large body loomed over me and he said, "Okay cunt. Get a hold of my cock and line it up. I've been thinking about fucking you since I fucked you on Saturday. You may be a stupid cunt, but you are a good fuck." I reached down and lined his cock up with the entrance to my vagina. He felt the head of it lodged in me and he started pushing slowly. Just like the first time he had fucked me it felt like it was too large to enter me without tearing something. I tried to make myself relax but it just wasn't possible. Finally, painfully, the head of his cock popped in past the entrance to my pussy and it was quickly followed by several inches of his long, fat cock. I cried out in pain as he entered me, then I bit my lip and tried to think about something else. It didn't work. My whole world centered on that bludgeon that was violating me. The pain eased a little after the head of his cock entered me, but I felt the walls of my vagina stretching nearly as much as they would when I eventually gave birth. I remembered hearing of women in Mexico that put on shows with donkeys and I felt sure that I knew how they felt at this moment. I had hoped that he wouldn't drive that fucking cock all the way into me this time. Keary had said that he was going to take it easy. He fucked me slower this time, and he didn't pound it into me so violently. But he didn't hold any of it back either, and at the bottom of each down stroke the head of his cock battered something inside of me painfully. I could do nothing but lay there and cry and grunt with each stroke. It went on and on for a very long time until finally he sped up a little bit and then he stopped and shivered just like his damned dog had and I knew that he was filling me with his cum again. I waited, holding my breath, for him to roll away and when he did I mindlessly moved down and sucked him clean. Then I rolled into a ball and cried quietly. I wasn't even aware of him dressing and taking his dog and leaving. The Clark kids left me alone for a long time. But it couldn't last forever. Keary called out, "Cunt! That's enough of that shit. Get up and get your ass over here, now!" I struggled to my feet and I hurt so much I found that I couldn't stand up straight. I was slightly bent over and with my hands pressed against my stomach I walked slowly over to where Keary was waiting impatiently. When I was in front of him he looked me over and smiled. He said, "Well, do you think that you learned your lesson?" I sobbed and said, "Oh god yes! I…" I couldn't talk anymore. I collapsed on the hard cement floor and covered my face and sobbed uncontrollably. He watched me for a couple of minutes and then he nudged me with his foot and said, "Knock it off. You're getting on my fucking nerves. Go get five beers and come back out here." I got back to my feet and started for the door but I turned back and asked, "Please sir, may I go to the bathroom first?" I had a stream of cum starting to run down my thigh and I felt like my stomach was going to fall out through my vagina. But mostly I was struggling not to vomit. I desperately wanted to expel that huge amount of dog cum in my stomach. My stomach kept rebelling but I knew that if I didn't control it out here I would suffer some further indignity. Keary thought it over and then he nodded. As I turned away again he said, "Don't fuck around in there. I want a beer. If you haven't figured it out by now, you don't want to piss me off." I hurried inside and almost ran to the bathroom. As soon as I was inside I dropped to my knees and my stomach gave up the fight. I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday and I was shocked at the amount of dog cum that came back up. I won't go into too much disgusting detail. When my stomach was empty I cleaned Jay's mess up from my pussy. I washed my face and hands and my crotch and then I raced to the kitchen. When I got back out to the patio with the beer Keary looked upset. He said, "Another minute and Jay would have been fucking you in the ass tomorrow night." I shuddered in revulsion and fear but I served them the beers I had brought out without speaking. Keary pointed to an empty chair and I sat down. I gulped mine down in no time, and I don't like beer. Kevin was grinning in a way that let me know that something was up. That couldn't be good. It never was. Kevin looked at Keary and asked, "Do you want me to get it?" Keary just nodded and Kevin got up and went inside. He came back a couple of minutes later with a laptop computer and set it up on the table. He logged on and opened up his browser and then he pulled my chair around so that I could see what he was doing. He went to his favorites and the browser went to a web site called "Two Weeks of Servitude". And right there across the page were a half a dozen nude pictures of me. Not just nude. I was shown having sex with all four kids. Their faces were blurred, but not mine. I groaned and tried to cover my face but Kevin said, "Keep looking. It gets better." I looked back and he started navigating the web site. There were hundreds of pictures of me in the most outrageous positions. But he was right. It got better, or worse, depending on your outlook. He navigated to another section of the site and there were short movie clips, excerpts from the films that Kyra had made. There was a record of nearly every nasty thing that I had done or had done to me since Friday evening. Every sex act that had taken place in the office today was on there too. Kevin clicked his mouse on them, one after another and I realized that this was available to anyone. This had not been a password protected site. It wasn't even a pay site. Anyone that found their way here could see everything. As I stared in dismay at one clip after another Kevin said, "I'm going to post the movie of you sucking off the dog tomorrow." Then he clicked on some text on the side of the screen and it was an invitation to the viewing public to send in requests. Kevin laughed and said, "We've already had a couple of hundred emails. There are some freaky fucks out there. You wouldn't believe some of the shit they want to see you do." I cried out, "Oh my god! Why are you doing this to me?!" Kevin leaned over and bit my earlobe and said, "Because it fucking turns us on you stupid cunt. Some of that stuff in those emails we're gonna do, just because it's so much fun fucking with you." I knew without a doubt now that it wasn't going to be just two weeks. My life was over. I could never go back to my old life when Mr. Clark came home from his cruise. Half of the men at work will have fucked me by then, if not all of them. And the pictures of everything that happens to me are being posted on the internet. Not just the mild pictures. There are pictures of me having sex with underage teenagers. And then there was the one movie that I could never live down in a thousand years, a movie of me sucking a dog's cock. Judging by the excitement on Kevin's face there were all kinds of even more perverted ideas pouring in from all over. My fans were responding. My life was over. I slumped in my seat and lay my head back and closed my eyes. Kevin asked, "Aren't you excited, slut?" I asked, "Why don't you just go ahead and put a bullet in my head. You have taken my life from me." He chuckled and responded, "Because, you stupid cunt, this is a lot more fun." He stood up and pulled me to my feet by a handful of the hair on my head and pushed me down over the table. I heard him taking his trunks off and I felt his fingers moisten my dry pussy with some of his saliva. He wiped is fingers on my hip and then he grabbed me and forced his cock deep inside in one brutal thrust. I was still sore from the abusive fuck that Jay had tormented me with. When Kevin entered me I cried out in pain. It hurt like hell, but not as bad as with Jay's big cock trying to punch into my guts. I got used to it after a couple of strokes and then I lay there with my eyes closed and tears running down my cheeks and waited for it to end. I suppose that Kevin had spent a lot of time setting up the web site today. He must have watched me starring in a lot of sex shows, past and present. He probably got pretty excited because he didn't last five minutes before he filled me with another load of filthy cock cream. As soon as he pulled out of me I turned around without being told and I sucked him clean. The others were ignoring us. After only four days they were tiring of me? God I hoped so. When I was finished cleaning Kevin I was sent in for another round of beers. When I came back out with the beer I passed them around and was about to go back in and clean myself when Keary said, "Scoop that shit up and eat it bitch. I don't want you messing up the furniture." I looked down at my slit. There was a tablespoon full of white cream oozing out of me. About that same amount was dripping down my thigh. I scooped up both deposits and put them in my mouth and swallowed. It wasn't the first time I had swallowed a deposit of cum that had drained from my pussy. It was just as disgusting as the first time though. I managed to satisfy and amuse Keary and the others without changing my expression and then I sat down and drank another beer. I had noticed that Kirk was starting to feel the effects of the beer. He was only thirteen and I assume that he was not much of a drinker. He was starting to get silly and talk a little more loudly. He started bugging Keary about something. He kept saying, "When are you going to do it Keary? Damn, I can't wait. That's going to be so cool!" Keary said, "I told you before Kirk. Shut the fuck up. If you don't shut up I'm going to start leaving you out of this shit." Kirk got all huffy and said, "No you aren't! You have to keep me in or mom and dad will find out what you're doing." Keary got up and walked around the table and picked Kirk up by his lapels with one hand. He lifted him right off of the ground and carried him inside like that with Kirk yelling at him and struggling to get loose. When they came back out several minutes later Kirk was much subdued. He didn't say a word and he didn't look anyone in the eye. Kyra reached over and took his half empty bottle of beer away and he didn't say a word about that either. I was left to wonder what it was that was about to happen to me now. Because I knew that whatever they were arguing about, it had to do with something that was going to happen to me. Finally Keary gulped down the rest of his beer and turned to me. He asked, "Gail, do you remember what I did to you in the shower yesterday morning?" I shivered in revulsion. Of course I remembered, I would never forget! He had pissed inside of me when we were taking our morning shower. Was that what they were waiting to see? Was he going to piss in my pussy again? As horrible as that seemed, I was going to let him if that was what this was all about. I would do anything to avoid being raped by Jay and his dog again. I had promised Keary that I would do anything and I meant it. I responded, "Yes sir, you pissed in my pussy." He corrected me. "No Gail. Nice girls have pussies. I pissed in your cunt." I said, "I'm sorry sir. You pissed in my cunt." Keary said, "That's right Gail. We have received a request for something similar to that from one of your fans. We are going to film it now and then you can go to bed. I want you to go over there on the grass and get down on your knees." Kyra picked up the camera and followed me and when she was ready Keary got up and pulled his trunks off and walked over to stand in front of me. He looked down at me and said, "We are going to do it a little differently this time Gail. We have an email from a man named Bubba in Georgia who wants to see me piss down your throat. He seemed pretty sincere so we thought we'd grant his wish." Keary saw the shock and the fear on my face and asked, "Am I going to have a problem with you Gail?" I saw Kirk and Kevin come close to watch. They stayed far enough back so that they wouldn't be in the film that Kyra was making. I whispered, "Oh god, Keary! That's so…how can you…oh god, I'll get sick, I know I will." Keary smiled and said, "Yeah, probably. I don't care as long as we get it all on disk first. You can say no if you want. You know what that will mean though. So you decide. Are you going to let me piss down your throat or do you want Jay to come over after you get home tomorrow?" I didn't think that I could do it. But I knew that if they turned me over to Jay it would kill me. So it really wasn't a choice at all. Kyra was right in my face with the camera when I said, "Okay." Keary said, "Okay what Gail?" I was starting to cry again. I whispered, "You can do it." Keary replied, "I want you to ask me to do it Gail. Loud and clear, I want you to say please piss down my throat." I cleared my throat and started to speak but nothing came out. I cleared my throat again and finally I said, "Please sir, I want you to piss down my throat." He patted my head and said, "Good cunt. Now open wide." I opened my mouth and Kyra moved in to get the right angle so that the camera would catch the piss coming out of his cock and flowing into my mouth. Keary rested the head of his cock on my tongue and explained, "The first few spurts are going to be in your mouth. I want you to swallow them and then I'll try to get my soft cock down into your throat. That will be easier for you than trying to drink it all. Are you ready cunt?" I mumbled that I was, though I knew that I wasn't. I could never be ready for a horrible thing like what he was about to do. I felt a warm trickle of liquid on my tongue and then a quick squirt. As it hit the back of my mouth I gagged but then I forced myself to swallow. I gagged again and then, when I had gotten myself under control he let loose with another, slightly stronger stream. I struggled to swallow again and I guess that was enough to convince "my fan" that he was really pissing down my throat. As soon as I had swallowed again a steady stream started streaming out of his cock and he began forcing his cock into the opening to my throat. I was grateful for the first time when a cock entered my throat. I could no longer taste his strong urine. It flowed directly down my throat and into my stomach. As my stomach filled with the acrid liquid I thought that it felt just like when the dog had cum down my throat. It was certainly just as disgusting. Keary had downed two beers before he subjected me to this abominable act. I can't recall him using the bathroom since we got home from our bus ride. His bladder was full and by the time he had finished my stomach was full. The last few spurts of piss went into my mouth and I still couldn't swallow them without gagging. But I managed to get them down. He watched me with amusement on his face and then he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He said, "Kiss my cock Gail. Kiss my cock and thank me for pissing in your mouth." It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. I kissed his cock and thanked him for pissing in my mouth. Then, as directed, I thanked Bubba for the suggestion. Kyra finally turned off the camera and handed it to Kevin. I was allowed to go to my rooms and I rushed to my bathroom and once more knelt and expelled the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. As soon as I was done I brushed my teeth and then I took a long, hot shower. I leaned against the shower wall and cried for a long time. I finally got out and stood staring at myself in the mirror. I looked like I had lost weight. I wasn't overweight to start with and I was worried if this lasted much longer I would get sick. And then I realized I didn't care if I got sick. Hell, right now I didn't care if I died! And then, suddenly, I wanted to die. I had flirted with the idea over the weekend, but just as an abstract. Now I knew that I couldn't take this anymore. I looked through the medicine cabinet but this had been an unused suite of rooms before I arrived and the only things in this room were mine. The most dangerous thing I had was a safety razor. I had almost finished drip drying by the time I picked up my towel and dried off. I went in and sat on my bed and tried to think of the best way to kill myself. If there was a gun in the house I didn't know about it. And anyway, I didn't think I would have the nerve to do it that way. I didn't think I could slit my wrists either. I decided that I would sneak into Mr. Clark's bedroom tonight and see if I could find some kind of strong drugs. Maybe they had a nice supply of sleeping pills. Just as I reached that decision Kyra entered the room. She took off her bikini and got in bed. She looked at me disdainfully and said, "I'm not sure I want your nasty lips on my pussy after what I saw tonight. Christ Gail! You sucked off a fucking dog! That's so fucking sick. And you let a boy piss in your mouth. They would have to kill me before I would let that happen! You are some nasty slut!" "Well, as nasty as you are," she continued, "I'm pretty horny and I need some relief. Let's get this over with cunt. Get down there and start eating." I knelt between her legs on the bed and as I ate her pussy I realized that it wasn't even a big deal anymore. It was nowhere near the worst that could happen. And besides, now that I had decided to kill myself this petty stuff didn't matter. She came twice before she pushed me away and said, "That's enough. Get your filthy mouth off of me." She got up and put her bikini back on and said, "I don't want to sleep with your nasty ass. Kirk will be down in a couple of minutes. He's a horny boy. You know how boys are. He doesn't give a shit how nasty you are as long as you have tits and a cunt." I just sat there and waited. It didn't matter anymore. I would do whatever Kirk wanted. Suck his cock or fuck him, it didn't matter. Then, when he was asleep I would go upstairs and look for something to kill myself. Kirk came down in a few minutes and as he stood at the foot of the bed and took his trunks off he said, "Jesus that was so fucking hot! Tomorrow morning when we wake up that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to piss in you. I don't know if I am going to piss in your mouth or your cunt. They both sound like fun. I'll decide in the morning. But for now I want you to suck my cock." He stretched out on the bed and I sucked him off very quickly. And then, like a typical male, he rolled over and went to sleep. I waited until I was sure that he was asleep and then I went out through the kitchen to the foot of the stairs. The upstairs was dark and quiet and I snuck up to Mr. Clark's room and went into the master bathroom and started looking around. I didn't find any sleeping pills so I went back into the bedroom and looked in their nightstands. I didn't find anything in Mrs. Clark's nightstand but in Mr. Clark's I found a bottle of Viagra. I remembered that they could cause heart attacks and since they were all I could find I took them downstairs and was about to get a glass of water to wash them down when it occurred to me that alcohol would probably work much quicker. I got a glass and poured a large glass of wine. I figured that I would have a better chance of keeping that down than booze. I poured out the pills. It was almost a full bottle. I took them a half dozen at a time and then I sat at the kitchen table to see what would happen. It didn't take that long before I started feeling the effects. My heart started racing and I was short of breath. I started sweating profusely and for just a moment I started to panic. But I reminded myself that it was for the best and I relaxed and rested my head on the table and waited to die. It didn't work out that way. I awoke sometime the next day in a hospital bed. I had tubes and wires stuck in me and on me and I was sick as a dog. My throat was on fire and my head was throbbing. My stomach burned and at first I didn't know what was going on. Then I remembered and I was disappointed. I started to cry quietly and then I started trying to take the wires off. Two nurses came rushing in and held me down on the bed and one of them injected something into my IV tube. I was immediately out of it and I'm not sure how much later it was that I woke up again. I opened my eyes and I was furious that I was still alive. I heard a noise and turned my head and there was Mr. Clark. I thought, "My god! Have I been out for that long?!" He looked scared to death. He had noticed that I was awake and he got up and came over and held my hand. He looked so sad. Maybe I wasn't thinking straight but I felt so sorry for him. He had been a wonderful boss and he had always treated me so nice. I suddenly wondered how much he knew. I hoped he had not seen that web site or any of those movies. I would be so embarrassed. I noticed that my throat felt a little better before I noticed that I couldn't move my hands. They were tied to the sides of the bed. I almost laughed when I saw that. I looked up at Mr. Clark and asked, "How was your cruise?" Then, before he could answer I asked, "What day is it?" He ignored my first question. He answered, "It's Wednesday. You have been here since early Tuesday morning. The doctors say that you are going to be alright. You were brought here in time, but it was close. Oh god Gail. I am so very sorry. I promise. I am going to make this up to you. That may sound like an impossibility to you right now. But I swear I will. You just have to worry about getting better." He paused and smoothed the hair away from my sweaty brow and said, "I know what they did. The police called us on the ship and when we landed in Jamaica we caught the first plane home. Keary and Kyra tried to cover it up but Kevin and Kirk, between them, admitted everything." He said, "I can't give you back what they took from you. I can't undo it. But I will make it up to you." I just smiled and said, "You were always so sweet to me Mr. Clark. Don't feel so bad. It wasn't your fault. I just need to get out of here." He pulled his chair over by the side of the bed and said, "I'm afraid they won't let you go until you have talked to someone and been cleared to leave. They want…I want to make sure that you don't try that again. I want to make sure that you don't ever feel the need to try that again. Gail, listen to me. I have plans for you. I know that you are weak now and that it may be hard for you to pay attention. But I want you to know that you have a future." I looked at him. He was such a nice man. It bothered me that he was so sad. He went on, "Gail, you need to know that that web site was taken down and the material destroyed. I fired the five men at the plant that raped you. My four kids and the other four that raped you are all in custody and pending a decision on whether or not to try them as adults. You won't have to testify, Kevin and Kirk are telling everything they know. I know that you think your life is over. It isn't. It has just begun. I am opening a new plant on the coast. I want you to manage it." I laughed and said, "Don't be silly Mr. Clark. I'm just a secretary. I can't manage a plant." He said, "Gail, look at me, listen to me. For the last two years you have been more responsible for the day to day management of my plant than I have. You know everything about it. I want you to be involved right from the ground floor up at the new place. You'll be in charge of hiring and running the plant and R&D, everything. You know it all. You have already been doing it. I have just been getting paid for your work. If you would like, when you are ready, you can take some night courses at a local college. You don't have to, but if you feel like it will give you more confidence then I'll pay for your education. And if you have any problems, any questions, I will always be here for you." I was starting to come to my senses and realize what he was saying. I asked for a drink of water and he held the cup for me while I drank through the straw. It burned my throat at first but after a couple of sips it felt better. I got him to raise the bed up to a sitting position and I smiled at him. I said, "Mr. Clark, you are so sweet. I appreciate what you are trying to do for me. But you are much too good a business man to put a secretary in charge of your new plant. I could kiss you if I wasn't all tied up here. But we both know that I am not the person to run a business, not even with your help." He started to insist but I stopped him. "No, I mean it Mr. Clark. The drugs are starting to wear off and I can think now. I would love it if I could stay and work as your secretary. I have loved working for you. But too much has happened. I can't work in that plant now and I can't live in this town now. I would appreciate it if you would consider me for some other job at the new plant though, something more commensurate with my education and experience." He paused thoughtfully and said, "You are still a young woman. You are the best secretary that I have ever had. You are intelligent and resourceful and hard working. You are the most honest and dependable person that I have ever had working for me. Allow me to make a counter proposal. Let me send you to the university of your choice, all expenses paid. When you graduate I will have a job waiting for you, if I have to fire someone to make room." I squeezed his hand and said, "I don't know Mr. Clark. I'm not all that bright. I didn't do well enough in high school to get a scholarship and my parents went bankrupt so I couldn't go to college. Now it has been so long since I was in school I don't know if I could do it again." There was no arguing with him though. It was decided. I had to spend almost a week convincing a psychiatrist that I was no longer suicidal. When I got out of the hospital Mr. Clark absolutely refused to allow me to return to my old apartment. He put me in a nice, furnished condo downtown on the riverfront and helped me get into an Ivy League school. He bought me a new car and a condo right off campus and gave me such a large living allowance that I felt guilty. As it turned out, putting off college for six years was probably a good thing for me. I had developed some good work habits and I applied myself and I was on the Dean's list for my entire four years. I stayed on at Mr. Clark's insistence and breezed through the Master's program and now I am the assistant manager of the plant that he opened up on the coast. What the manager doesn't realize is that I am paid nearly double what he is. That is the only thing that Mr. Clark and I fight about. He refuses to cut my salary. The four Clark kids were tried as juveniles. The prosecutor was pushing to try Kyra and Keary as adults but I managed to talk him out of it on the condition that they submit to psychological treatment. Because I requested leniency for them they didn't go to jail. They all received extensive treatment and the three youngest seem to have benefited from it. Keary has been in trouble since and is on the verge of violating his parole and being sentenced to prison. Dale and Jimmy and Lyle were all treated the same way. Jay already had an extensive juvenile record and was tried as an adult. He is serving six to ten years but is due for parole at the end of the year. As long as I never see him again I don't care. I expect he will not be out for long before he gets in trouble again. He was the most dangerous of the kids. Well, him and Keary. Oh, I almost forgot. I started dating in college. I guess some of that psychoanalysis stuff rubbed off on me too. It was uncomfortable at first and my first few dates were disasters. But I started to realize that I didn't want to be alone all of my life. I had been told to expect that intimacy would be a problem for me for a long time to come. And I was very uncomfortable at first. I had sex with a couple of guys after going out with them for a while and it wasn't very good. Then I met Dave. Dave had joined the Army after high school to get money for college. He was a year older than me when we met one day at the student union. We talked over coffee and we both enjoyed our time together. We had more in common than most of the younger people that we were in school with. We started getting together at the student union for coffee on a regular basis. I thought he was the most handsome young man in the world. And charming! And his sense of humor, god, he made me laugh so much I cried sometimes. We met in the student union for more than a month before our first date and we already knew a lot about each other. I knew that he had been through a lot in Iraq and I told him some of what had happened to me, though I left out the details. We discovered that we were both walking wounded. But we had a lot in common and I went to bed with him on our first date. He tried to avoid it. He said he didn't want to go too fast for me. But much to my surprise, I wanted him. I wanted to please him. I wanted to love him. It was perfect! We were made for each other. Despite everything that happened to me, or maybe because of some of the things that happened to me, I loved the sex and I was very good at it. Once I realized it and relaxed it got even better. We had started dating in our junior year and we were together all through that year, our senior year and two years of grad school. We are getting married in June and despite everything that I have said or done to put a stop to it, Mr. Clark is buying us a mansion on the ocean for our wedding present. He tried to get Dave to come to work for him but we both thought that it might be a problem. So he is working for a start up computer company in the area and it looks like he picked a winner. We are making more money than we can spend and our biggest expenses so far have been the new houses that we bought for our parents. It was a hard trip. Getting here was a bitch. But I am happy now. We both are. The End To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you. Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 55